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- The atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely strange.
Ashcandi's figure floated above the human army, and the aura she exuded could no longer be described as "terrifying". Suddenly, she transcended "demigods" and possessed power beyond all lords and gods. This dark The Queen's existence can be regarded as a key figure that can determine the outcome of this war.
She helps Purgatory, and the gods will be doomed. She helps the gods, and the lords can only hope for their own good.
Such cruel facts made the originally proud gods and lords feel a chill spreading from the bottom of their hearts - they had never thought that there would be such a depressing feeling like relying on others or even waiting for death, but their inner self-esteem made them unwilling Compromising on this, finally after several minutes of stalemate, Solanda started the battle again and fought with the gods.
Suddenly the scene fell into chaos again. The gods' strength instantly increased by several points due to the appearance of the "Chosen One" army. For a moment, they were at a disadvantage and were on par with the lords.
Of course, in the eyes of the soldiers below, the intensity of the battle between gods and lords was beyond their comprehension. When they raised their heads, they could only see streaks of light flashing across the colorful sky, and it was even difficult to Capture those fast moving shadows. They will not even understand that the reason why they can stand here and live safely is entirely because of the protective barrier cast by Ashkandi above. Otherwise, the dozens of "God's Domain" and the deflection of any attack by the lords will not matter. What they can afford.
There seemed to be a tacit understanding. The gods and lords carefully moved the center of gravity of the battlefield farther away. It was not difficult to guess that none of them wanted to provoke Ashkandi - and at this time, the Queen of Darkness did not step forward casually. Preparing to participate in the battle, because Morpheus has already planned everything, so now she just looks forward lightly, blocking the spells or impacts that attack the army, floating like a patron saint in this place. Above the three armies of 200,000 men.
Under the impact of those purgatory beasts, the angel and vampire armies were already a little tired at this time. No matter how high their strength was, they would always be overwhelmed in the face of the endless beasts. However, when the human army behind them marched in neat steps When they rushed forward and completely tore apart the ranks of the Infernal Beasts, these races that had never looked down upon humans couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
The terrifyingly powerful spell was released from the hands of Lampard's mage group and those mages who could not even shoot fireballs. When it fell on the ground, its power far exceeded that of the "forbidden spell" in the general sense, and the overwhelming crossbow arrows shot out. , human soldiers waving their shields to fight off the beasts, all marched along an almost perfect attack route, pushing the defense line outward step by step, and then completely replaced the exhausted angels and vampires.
The war was so serious that Perseus and Kurkara were completely speechless. All the previous inherent views on human beings in their minds were overturned. At this time, they looked at the unyielding figure in the center of the human army. When Morpheus moved, their moods were mixed.
"Can humans do this?"
Perseus, who holds the title of Angel of Wisdom, sighed secretly, "The chessboard has been overturned. Now no one will follow the rules of the chess game."
As if echoing his words, the purgatory lords in the distance finally fell into a disadvantage - Muse's body was completely shattered in the colorful light, and Xel'Naga also had his head chopped off by the God of War Ques. and erased the traces of the soul
Firas fell to the ground and was wrapped in several realms. His figure was unrecognizable, but the attack he must have endured would definitely not make him feel better. Kosusil's fatigue showed, and his black and white robe was torn into pieces. The tattered strips of cloth hung on his body looked miserable. The black light wings on his back were more than half broken, and the tip of the long sword in his hand was completely broken.
There were only about twenty gods left who were still capable of fighting. The green dress of the goddess Mar was also in tatters. There seemed to be some golden blood on the corners of the mouth of the God of Light, Jehovah, which he wiped off casually.
It was at this moment that Morpheus, who had not taken any action in the human army, finally started his action.
The gods and lords have already felt a little numb to all the strange changes that happened today - things that they thought would never turn around were constantly being overturned, and the situation was reversed several times, but in the end they never imagined what was waiting for them at the end. "The Fisherman" would be a human being that they had long ignored.
Morpheus Windsor, the human who inherited the bloodline of the Holy Temple, stood in the military formation. He raised his head and looked at Ashcandi whose body was emitting some golden light in the sky. He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. He raised his palm slightly, and what was revealed in front of him was the black notebook that Della had given him.
????????????????????????????????????????????"Others can't read the handwriting clearly, but Morpheus is already familiar with it to the point where he almost knows it by heart.
This is a diary - a diary that allows Morpheus to become the biggest winner in all planes at this time.
The owner of this diary is Morpheus¡¯s mother.
The content of the diary details the plans and conspiracies of all the planes of Purgatory, Abyss, Perdition, Angels and Temples, and even the rebirth of Ashkandi in the human plane is recorded!
In other words, this black notebook is like a "Book of Prophecy", clearly showing all the consequences that Morpheus will face in each plane!
The most critical thing among them is Morpheus's life experience - he didn't understand until he read this notebook that his birth was a careful layout of the temple plane from the beginning.
He is a human being, but he is responsible for the mission of the "Temple"!
As the highest existence in the heaven plane, the temple seems to always be on the sidelines. They do not stretch out their tentacles towards the human plane like the temple plane. They are always just cold and emotionless isolation. But when the intricate plans between Purgatory and the Temple finally affected the "Temple", this plane that had almost never intervened in the long history of time also responded.
Speaking of which, the only thing they did was to let the bloodline of "Temple" be born in the human plane using Morpheus as the carrier.
Morpheus's mother became a victim of this plan - at the cost of her own life, Morpheus had the powerful potential to rise above the level of a demigod within a few years.
Later, when Morpheus finally had the strength to face all this, he used this diary to fully launch Purgatory's plan.
It has to be said that everything Morpheus is doing at this time seems to be within the plan of the Temple Plane, and the only beneficiary of this war can only be the Temple Plane!
The spinning pages were floating in the air, and the black notebook suddenly shattered when he recited the last incantation at the end of the page. Morpheus narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the light emitting boundless power, and whispered: "This plan to unify all planes is really big enough."
"But I disappoint you, I don't have so many unnecessary ambitions."
The final plan of the Holy Temple is to intervene with the power of the Holy Temple on "Twilight of the Gods" to wipe out all the purgatory lords and gods. This cold plan was recorded in a black notebook, but Morpheus's mother Leaving a line of words that pointed the way for Morpheus's final decision
"Remember, you have more than just the blood of the Holy Temple flowing through you."
As a human being, Morpheus understands the consequences of killing all the gods and purgatory lords - not only will it not bring peace, but it will only bring endless killing and fighting to the entire human plane.
So now, he already knows what to do next.
The fragments of the pages of the book disappeared, and the power from the temple suddenly flowed into Morpheus, making this battlefield, in addition to Ashkandi, once again an existence that towered over the gods and lords.
Then, Morpheus, who reached the peak of his strength in these few seconds, flew straight towards the battlefield where the gods and lords were.
The so-called invincible may refer to Morpheus at this moment.
The herd of purgatory beasts gradually dispersed into the distance, while the angels, vampires and humans who stopped collectively raised their heads and witnessed the scene before them that represented the beginning of a new era.
It was March 5th, 1465 in the Roman calendar.
It has been two years since the "Twilight of the Gods" war was permanently recorded in history books.
The warm wind revives everything, and a lot of green has grown on the plains. The smoke that once filled the air is no longer there. It is just a scar left by the war, but it cannot be healed in two years.
At noon, a quiet team appeared under the city gate that still had scorch marks and countless potholes.
To be precise, this is a motorcade, with twelve knights at the front and rear as guards of honor, and a luxurious and spacious carriage in the middle. The four horses running abreast can even make others look up at them.
Rather than raising their whips and shouting to drive away the crowd blocking the way like other nobles, the twelve knights in front just walked forward silently, letting the people who noticed their arrival involuntarily disperse to both sides.
They were wearing heavy armor and closed helmets. Although their cloaks obscured the exquisite armor, the tacit understanding between the horses and the evil spirit in the knights' manners showed that they were more than just showpieces.
Especially the knight at the front wearing a helmet shaped like a dragon head, made the civilians who were familiar with the rumors about the territory involuntarily whisper.
This is Butiga, once the royal capital of "Balice", and now it is the second largest commercial city of the Lampard Kingdom.
Occasionally, laughter and laughter came from the carriage, but others could not hear it clearly. They could only roughly understand that there might be a child among them, because they would hear crisp songs or chuckles like silver bells, but they did not see any emblems or signs. The team, most people did not know who would be riding in this carriage.
¡°In two years, the changes here are really quite big.¡±
It was Morpheus who spoke. At this time, he was no longer wearing the robe that represented the "Grand Duke", but a gold and red monarch costume, but he did not wear any complicated and gorgeous crown on his forehead. He looked like a young emperor who had just inherited the throne and had no experience in the world.
Of course, he did not inherit this position. Planar shocks and cracks eventually caused some losses to the mainland. Perhaps due to bad luck, too many space-time cracks appeared near Butijia City, which eventually led to the city almost falling. If it had not been saved by Lampard's army in the end, I am afraid that it would eventually Will end up with the tragic end of being massacred - but after all, Morpheus came a step too late. Almost all the Butijia royal family was killed in this battle, and the country that lost the royal family naturally needed a new leader to replace it, so At Hegel's suggestion, Morpheus had no choice but to be crowned king under the auspices of Patriarch Joan of Arc and High Priest Andariel.
Of course, Morpheus understood that Hegel¡¯s long-standing feud had finally come to an end.
"The war is over, and we have plenty of time to repair everything, but this is the first time we have visited the territory this year. I think your main purpose is not just to see the city wall, right?"
Ashkandi's golden and red eyes flashed, showing an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling. She gently smoothed her long hair. She casually placed the crown representing the queen on the wooden table next to her. The queen's body was careless. He lazily leaned back and sunk into the soft cushions.
This behavior is obviously some protest against Morpheus.
"Well, if you say so, actually - I won't say no. Of course, as a king, I should still take a walk. I think the scenery here is quite good."
Morpheus looked around in a rogue manner, which made Ashkandi blink his eyes charmingly, and then snorted lightly, without any intention of pursuing the matter further. His eyes turned slightly, looking to the other side of the carriage full of happiness.
A few meters away, Andalil was raising his hand, using his fingertips to control a leaf condensed purely by divine power to float in front of him, muttering: "Come, look at this - look at this -"
The smiling Joan of Arc sat opposite her, holding a pink-faced toddler in her arms - the little princess with fair skin and wide eyes was staring at the leaves on Andariel's fingertips, trying to stretch out her pink face. Puffy palms to reach. Andalil put his face in front of hers, and after being kissed by the other party full of saliva, he put the leaf in the little girl's palm with a smile.
The leaves that were condensed with divine power dissipated after a moment, but the tranquil atmosphere that could calm the mind permeated the surroundings for a long time, making the little princess very quiet without crying or making trouble.
"I feel like you are Helen's mother. She only kisses you, not me."
"That's what Joan of Arc said, but the way she held Helen in her arms was as tight as a baby.
"You're still talking about me? Are you okay? You didn't let me hold her during this whole journey, huh I don't know if you are thinking about becoming a mother soon -"
Joan of Arc blushed with embarrassment, and Andalil also noticed something. He lowered his voice and looked at Helen's mother with a guilty conscience
Ashkandi was pursed his lips, as if holding back a smile, while Morpheus next to him was rubbing his brows, making a distressed look.
"You, you, a patriarch, a high priest of the temple!"
"Don't always act like you are heartbroken. I know you are here this time for Lilith and Xia Lan. I asked Elindale to prepare for the wedding. You, you, you"
Believers of the God of Light are stipulated that they can only be monogamous. Morpheus may have been a little in awe of the God of Light, but now
All the purgatory lords were seriously injured and fell asleep, and the gods of the temple were also silent. Although there were no more deaths and falls, it was obvious that these guys would have to sleep honestly within a few hundred years.
He was reluctant to think back on what happened in the last moments of "Twilight of the Gods". In short, the battle with the Lords of Purgatory and the gods made him change some of his original views - even the gods were selfish after all. Faith¡¯s understanding was particularly profound.
"After inspecting Butiga, I asked Hydra to take us to Constantine. Patriarch Aquinas asked me to help him perfect "Theology¡ª¡ª"
"Don't list so many high-sounding reasons. I guess it's mainly because Duke Azshara is looking for you again, right?" Ashkandi pouted slightly and deliberately acted like a little woman. This was something that had never been seen before, but Morpheus was at a loss for the real queen. He scratched his head and stopped talking.
"Actually, I can see that she is so lonely. Is it also because of her bloodline problem?"
"Well, I only found out later that the Holy Church had never placed its hope solely on me from the beginning to the end, but obviously, it was even more unwise to place its hope on this Duke. Her sense of resistance was much stronger than mine. "
"So you just went to the Duke Solomon's Mansion to attend the dinner?"
Ashkandi counterattacked an army. Seeing Morpheus's humiliation, he chuckled and said, "It seems like I don't care about you every time. Just go, but you have to resolve the current matter first."
"Um, what's the matter?"
"Don't act stupid!"
After the convoy belonging to the kingdom entered Butiga, they settled in the former palace. The knights dispersed to rest, but the captain Jeanna always followed Morpheus and others, acting as a "personal guard".
A banquet was held in the evening, nominally to celebrate the first birthday of Princess Helen, the daughter of Morpheus and Ashkandi.
The birthday party held on this sleepless night was very lively for most people. Xia Lan and Lilith, who "happened" to travel here three days ago, were jealous at the dinner table. In the end, they ended up because of Morpheus quietly whispering in their ears. They had different reactions to what they said - Xia Lan cried with joy, Lilith drank a whole bottle of red wine, hugged Morpheus and kissed her for five minutes before letting go.
This banquet was attended by almost all the former high-ranking officials of the "Night Watch". The silly Compton was still playing statue in the corner, Connor and Count Christina linked arms and went around saying hello, and Hesel ate three turkeys. , Hegel and Scarlett discussed policy guidelines and so on.
Later, a group of old guys with scary status came. Della from "Law", Don Quixote from "Knights of the Round Table", Freud from "Council of the Golden Compass" all came to give gifts, and even Fahna came to give them gifts. He asked his subordinates to send a carriage of pearls. The arrival of thirteen men in black at midnight made the atmosphere chill, but the elders of the Blood Circle Council were also somewhat self-aware. After greeting the king and queen, they presented thirteen gifts to Princess Helen in turn¡ª ¡ª
Speaking of which, these old guys know best what kind of person this seemingly innocent little girl will become in the future.
My father is a guy with half the bloodline of the Holy Temple and is stronger than the God of Light, and my mother is a former purgatory lord. The crystallization of such a combination of bloodlines must be a "demigod" at the very least, right?
Having said that, Morpheus and Ashkandi at the banquet looked no different from ordinary people. It was almost dawn when the party was over.
"Jean, where has Elinda gone? She was still here just now."
The knight named by Morpheus is no longer dressed in heavy armor. After Morpheus returned to the human plane, her flesh and blood body has been reshaped. At this time, Jeanne, who was tall and had slender legs, was wearing a light blue dress. She pointed to the corridor and said hesitantly: "She should be over there."
Seeing that Jeanne looked unnatural, Morpheus turned his head and looked over curiously. With his strength reaching its current level, he understood the reason just by glancing at it. There was also a bit of surprise on his face, followed by surprise. But then his eyebrows twitched, and he slowly turned around and saw Ashkandi looking at him meaningfully.
"Elinda is pregnant."
¡°Ahem, this¡ª¡±
"I didn't say what to do, why are you always so nervous?"
Ashkandi stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gently straightened his collar, straightened the slightly crooked crown, and said in a joking tone: "Is it because of these reasons that you don't want to be a man?" A god being worshiped by others? Being pestered by such and such things all day long, I think you have a headache."
"You still have such qualifications for me," Morpheus smiled, and gently raised his hand to wrap around Ashkandi's slightly swollen belly after becoming pregnant again, "Instead of acting like a superior god, I I prefer to sleep with you in my arms peacefully."
"I'm tired of hearing this," Ashkandi reached out and tapped Morpheus's forehead, "Honestly, who do you want to hold in your arms to sleep tonight?"
"I-uh"
Who on earth is it?
This is actually not important anymore.
Morpheus took a deep breath, and was a little intoxicated by the faint fragrance of Ashcandi and thought: This is me.??The life I want. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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