He is the light, and he is God!
Chuhang looked at this scene, even if he was born with facial paralysis, he could see something gloomy.
Sometimes people think they know the most about the gods, but they are not mysterious enough. When they appear, you will feel sorry for what you know.
Lu Chen, the temple of the Black Iron, once saw the mural on the long corridor. This representative of the dark old gods was once ruled by Ned Horta, the silent god.
But doe that mean that Asachelis is a weaker ancient god than Ned Horta?
Perhaps none of this matters, because this representative of the dark old gods has swallowed up his once greatest rival, King’s Landing.
Weak Irina knelt on her knees with Clement’s head resting on her knees. She put her hand on Clement’s forehead and looked up at the sky in despair. Her expression gradually became distorted.
She laughed and burst into tears. "Wrong is wrong!"
Tears drop on Clement’s pale and serene face, and Irina’s voice is hoarse. "Even you … are wrong."
Clement defended all beings, fulfilled his guardian mission and died like a hero.
But Asachelis showed up, and the will to suppress her feelings declared that her young brother was like a clown.
Clement burned his life and soul and killed Ned Horta, but this old gods was the wedding dress.
He is a humble worker, so Asachelis never interfered with Clement’s absorption of his own two sources of power because he knew he could gain more.
No one knows that the old God did this, perhaps because he and Ned Horta could not slay each other because of their incompatibility, or perhaps because he didn’t want to take the risk of fighting old gods, so that the gods could leave the ultimate legacy to the maximum extent and exclude his opponents.
The world is full of depression, and the pressure from the black curtain network will destroy everything in the world.
Looking at this scene, Chuhang regrets that old gods is not only bad, but also an undead endlessly game.
And this old gods has ruled out all his opponents. He has absorbed enough nutrients from the world and he is leaving.
Before he left, he was ready to harvest the feelings and souls of all creatures.
Chu Hang, who was shot at the eye of the eternal night Xinghai, needs to ask Lu Chen the answer to guess that everything is planned by this dark old gods.
He never showed up, but every old gods fell, maybe it did, including the one who was fighting to the death in Xinghai, Haques.
I don’t want everyone to know that Haques Erte is finished. It’s not that Chuhang absolutely believes in Lu Chen’s power, but that this old yin will never do meaningless things than the ancient gods.
And Liu Chen did not associate with him again, saying that Liu Xiong must have seized the opportunity in a state of intense fighting.
Peter and Mona are struggling to stabilize their own strange source. They are the oldest and most extraordinary people in this world. The strange source of body has been refined for many years, otherwise the root method will move half the force at this time.
Because of their weird origins, they are all stars. This old gods probably.
Mona looked back at the earth and saw Irina holding Clement. Her eyes were dim for a moment.
The boy is dead after all, and it doesn’t make sense to die, but no one will ever know what’s behind him until the road goes.
She withdrew her eyes, some sadness faded away, and looked at Peter not far away with a soft smile. "It seems that it is said in the righteousness that the ancient gods will never be defeated by mankind."
The young man named Lu Chen killed Klee rapps Clement and Ned Horta, but they finally lost.
Peter tore off his robe to reveal his magnificent figure with white heart muscles. He raised his hand and created a large wooden barrel, which was filled with crew members before drinking inferior beer.
Looking up is tons of tons of tons of drinks, and when it’s over, it makes a sound "Ah-who says it’s not, but it’s not over yet, is it?"
"I told you that you’re not the magic stick as the world thinks. You’re faking it."
Mona sneered.
Peter raised his hand and wiped the wine at the corner of his mouth. "It’s the end of the world. What’s the matter with telling people that?" I want to have a drink by myself now. "
"The night watchman is still watching. Is it appropriate to hold the Pope in the morning at the end of the day and expose himself as a pirate?"
Mona continued to sit firmly and finally prepared.