Chapter 621 God’s Descent (Five Thousand)

God.

That's becoming a god!

Although Regias has long been at the peak of the demigod realm, no matter how high this peak is, a demigod is only a demigod after all, and will never be a true god.

He has experienced that era, and Regias knows better than anyone how powerful a true god is. Below the gods, everyone is an ant. Demigods sound half as powerful as gods, but in a real fight, even if there are ten or twenty demigods, they are definitely not the opponent of a strong man who has just entered the realm of gods.

The gap between the two sides is more exaggerated than the highest mountain and the deepest trench in the Dusk Continent. It is an insurmountable boundary.

He has seen that the top masters of the Dusk tribe slaughtered dragons as if they were crushing lizards. He has seen that the gods who descended from heaven can move mountains and seas, and are omnipotent. Just waving their hands and stomping their feet can cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split. Even the powerful Dusk tribe members will die in large numbers.

At that time, Regias was just a young boy. Although he had some strength, it was not worth mentioning at all. Seeing the battles between those top masters, Regias was full of envy.

But Regias also knew very well that if he wanted to become a true god, he would need to work hard and make it.

Once upon a time, he thought that demigod was his limit.

He had already reached the demigod realm, and even stepped into the peak of the demigod realm, but no matter how many years he wasted in this realm, he could not see the hope of becoming a true god, not even a little bit.

It was like an insurmountable gap. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see the end.

Even if he practiced the secret method of longevity, his life span was longer than that of a dragon, but watching his life span approaching, and there was still no hope of becoming a god, Regias could not help but become anxious in his heart.

Especially in recent years, Regias felt more and more that his life span was coming to an end. Maybe in the last hundred years, or even ten years, his life would come to an end.

When Regias thought that he would never be able to become a true god in this life, the repairman appeared. The repairman gave Regias, who was almost in despair, a new hope. As long as Regias could help provide two suitable receptors and help the repairman suppress all heretics, then as a reward for serving the repairman for more than 10,000 years, the repairman was willing to personally guide him to become a true god.

At this moment, Regias' heart was pounding.

He no longer had the time and energy to judge whether the repairman's words were sincere or just fooling him. He just wanted to become a god. No matter how slim the hope was, even if it was just a straw, he would desperately grab it.

When the repairman asked Montelicia to be a receptor, Regias agreed without even a little hesitation.

It was just a sacrifice of Montelicia, not a sacrifice of himself, so what was there to be reluctant about.

Regias didn't expect Montelicia to be so cooperative, and she didn't even have the slightest intention of objecting. She just agreed to it. The whole thing went smoothly, which made Regias a little unbelievable.

It seemed that everything in the world was moving towards the direction of becoming a true god.

So much so that Regias couldn't help but have some strange speculations in his heart. Could it be that becoming a god was his destiny?

The repairman was just going with the flow?

When he thought of this, Regias' heart couldn't help but become agitated.

He had been practicing for more than 10,000 years, and his mind had long been tempered to be harder than steel, but at this moment, he couldn't control his heart.

Regias exhaled, secretly laughing at his own uselessness, then he slowly calmed down, turned his head slightly to the back, and glanced at Montelicia from the corner of his eye. The problem he was most worried about was Montelicia. If Montelicia suddenly resisted desperately when accepting the descent of God, it would inevitably cause the entire descent of God to become a mess.

However, he couldn't erase Montelicia's soul before that... Although Montelicia was obedient, it would be bad if he overdid it and aroused Montelicia's suspicion.

Fortunately, Montelicia had behaved very honestly until now, and there was no difference from the past, so Regias felt a little relieved.

Unconsciously, Regias had already climbed the altar.

His sight swept across the crowd in front of him. The densely packed heads were like a chess board filled with go. The scale of tens of thousands of people cheered in unison, which really made Regias feel relaxed and happy. From the beginning, he was alone and developed the entire family to this point. How many people in this world can do it?

Moreover, the crowd watching near the altar was not all of the Andre family.

If all the members of the Andre family were gathered together, the number would probably exceed 100,000.

A strange smile appeared on the wrinkled old face.

Who wants to be a shitty guardian of fate?

Guardian of fate, to put it nicely, is the supreme honor, to put it bluntly, isn't it just a lackey of God?

If possible, he doesn't want all his descendants to hide in this parallel space. The family's power is so strong, but it can't be displayed in front of people. It's like walking in the night in brocade clothes.

The Andre family is so powerful, it should enjoy the worship of all people, enjoy the submission of all races, and become the supreme ruler of the Dusk Continent, just like the former Dusk King.

Before, his strength was too far behind. He could only follow the repairman's orders and carry out dangerous tasks one after another, watching the outstanding descendants of the family die one after another.

He had no ability to struggle under the hands of the repairman.

But now, the times have changed.

When he becomes a true god, he will have the capital to compete with the repairman. At that time, it will be the time for the Andre family to completely step into the public eye and enjoy the tribute of all races.

The Andre family will completely replace the Dusk Clan and become the true...king of the Dusk Continent!

Thinking of what is about to happen in the future, Regias' chest is hot again, and his eyes can't help but reveal a trace of madness. He took another deep breath and calmed down again.

He knew that he still had important things to do and couldn't indulge in delusion.

After calming down, Regias slowly raised his hands and slowly pressed down with his palms facing downwards.

Creak.

It was like a high-speed train directly stepped on the emergency brake.

The altar, which was originally filled with roars and noises, suddenly became quiet. All the sounds disappeared the moment Regias pressed his hands down. Except for breathing and heartbeats, there was no other movement.

Ron's heart trembled slightly when he saw this scene. This alone showed how prestigious Regias was in the Andre family.

Even if he was a god, he was no more than that.

Regias nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone... before one month, the oracle will come."

"Two gods will descend at dusk to suppress all heretics."

Although he was old, Regias' voice was full of energy and extremely loud.

The voice was extremely penetrating. Although no fluctuations of magic power were felt, Regias' voice echoed throughout the space and penetrated into everyone's ears.

The crowd was slightly agitated, and the sound of whispering began to come from all around.

Everyone knows that the oracle is coming, but no one knows the specific content of the oracle. They only know that Montelicia is the chosen one. It was not until this moment that they knew that there were actually two gods coming.

God is actually coming to the Andre family. What an honor it is.

Regias' voice did not stop for too long, and soon it sounded again: "As the guardian of fate, we will make all preparations for the coming of the gods. We need to provide a suitable body for the gods who come."

"Monterlicia, my best child, she will offer her body and become the vessel of the gods. This is the supreme honor, this is the honor of the entire Andre family." Regias suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"Glory!"

"Glory!

"Glory! "

Around the altar, those ignorant people were obviously aroused, their faces flushed, and they shouted desperately. The agitated voices were more violent than the vibrations of an earthquake, and hotter than the eruption of the god of fire.

Yes, in their eyes, it was an honor to dedicate their bodies to the gods.

They only hated that they were not the ones chosen.

This is a group of lunatics, complete lunatics.

"Montericia's soul will be completely thrown into the arms of the gods and gain eternal peace. She will enter heaven and become the servant of the gods..." Regias's bewitching voice continued: "Her soul will be accompanied by the gods she dedicated to and gain true eternal life. "

The cheers once again swept over like waves.

This time, while cheering, there was more strong envy and jealousy. Pairs of scarlet eyes looked at Montelicia, as if they wanted to replace Montelicia with themselves.

What they couldn't stand even more was that for such a good thing, why didn't all the selections be made within the Andre family? Why let an ugly dragon become the vessel of the gods?

Although they were very unwilling in their hearts, this was the decision made by the ancestors, and they could only obey and not question it.

On the contrary, Mansfield on the altar, after hearing this announcement, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in his huge dragon eyes, and the huge body lying on the ground was shaking constantly.

He knew very well the outcome of becoming a sacrifice. He wanted to struggle, but the strength of his whole body was suppressed. He had no power to break free and could only wait for death in fear and despair.

Mansfield even had a strong regret in his heart. The dragon clan had already... No, maybe from the beginning, he shouldn't have dreamed of reviving the dragon race, and shouldn't have gone to look for his sister. As one of the last two pure-blooded dragons, walking in the Dusk Continent in human form, or finding a remote mountain forest, living a lonely and long life, is the best ending for him.

Wrapped in the crowd, Ron even had to raise his fist and shout loud slogans to make himself look less out of place.

There were too many people.

The mixed voices of so many shouts made Ron feel that his spirit was about to collapse, and he was uncomfortable all over. The turbid and violent sound waves raged in the air, and Ron even felt that there were circles of ripples in the space he was in.

Ron was almost unable to bear it with his own strength and will. He really didn't understand how these ordinary members of the Andre family survived the ravages and impacts of such sounds and didn't become deaf. This was really terrible.

In order to make his disguise more realistic, Ron even forcibly shattered several capillaries in his eyes, making his eyes look bloodshot and red.

At the same time, he took the opportunity to look at the altar.

It is obvious that the Andre family has a very strict hierarchy.

And this hierarchy has nothing to do with age, but only with strength.

In addition to the thirteen ancestors, there are only two sacrifices, Montelicia and Mansfield, who can appear on the altar.

Not far away, the area closest to the altar is full of strong men in the destruction realm. Ron took a rough look and found that there are as many as seventy or eighty of them, which is a very exaggerated number.

Further away, there are legendary practitioners.

Then there are hero-level...

As for where Ron is, that is the area where the disaster-level members stay, and it is also... the area closest to the edge.

The energy concentration here is really too exaggerated. The disaster-level practitioners are already the lowest level of the Andre family, and they are the type who really have no talent.

While analyzing the power of the Andre family, Ron was thinking about how to do it later.

At this moment, Regias felt that the atmosphere was almost ready. He raised his hands again to calm the noise on the scene. His old and wrinkled face looked more solemn: "Sacrifice, get ready."

With Regias's order, the twelve ancestors quickly dispersed.

They did not leave the altar, but formed a huge circle at the edge of the altar, keeping a fixed distance between each other. After reaching the predetermined position, the thirteen old men quickly sat cross-legged on the altar.

At this moment, only Montelicia and Mansfield were left in the middle of the altar.

Unlike Mansfield's trembling and shaking, Montelicia was very calm from beginning to end, so calm that she didn't even look like a normal life.

She seemed to have completely given up, and just quietly waited for the arrival of fate.

Eyelids drooped, no one could see Montelicia's eyes clearly, only her long eyelashes were trembling slightly.

After the thirteen ancestors all sat cross-legged in the designated positions, Regias took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Begin."

The next moment, there was a hiss.

The thirteen old men almost simultaneously cut the palm of the other hand with their nails, and the bright red blood instantly gushed out along the palm.

Then, there was a snap, and thirteen palms pressed on the ground at the same time.

It was not until this time that Ron discovered that there were deep dark brown depressions on this mysterious altar. The strange depressions connected and crisscrossed each other, forming a strange pattern on the surface of the altar.

There seemed to be some mysterious power on the altar. The moment the thirteen palms pressed on the surface of the altar, a strong attraction was instantly transmitted. The blood in the palms of the thirteen ancestors was immediately affected by this gravity. The wounds on the palms seemed to become faucets, gushing out quickly, and then merged into the depressions, flowing slowly under the traction of the mysterious power.

Gradually, the depressions filled with blood became more and more, and thirteen blood roads converged towards the center of the altar.

I don’t know how long it has been, and I don’t know how much blood these thirteen old men have contributed. Ron only saw that the faces of the thirteen old men became extremely pale, like gray and white paper.

Buzz!

At the moment when the thirteen blood roads converged in the center of the altar, a bright scarlet light instantly bloomed on the altar.

An invisible pressure spread out to the surroundings. The densely packed crowd around felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing on their heads. They subconsciously lowered their heads and their bodies were shaking constantly under the pressure.

The blood light became more and more intense.

After the blood light became thick to a certain limit, there was another buzz, and a scarlet beam of light burst out from the altar, extending rapidly towards the sky above, and soaring into the sky.

At that scene, the thirteen old men who only watched were excited, and their old bodies were shaking subconsciously, their chests were rising and falling rapidly, and they were constantly gasping for breath.

However, for them, their work was not over at all. Opening the road to heaven was only one link, and the next one was the top priority.

At this moment, all the attention of the thirteen ancestors was on the scarlet beam of light, and at the same time they stretched out their bloody palms, and the strong energy gushed out and directly merged into the beam of light.

This road to heaven still requires the thirteen ancestors to consume their own energy to maintain it, otherwise, the road to heaven may be interrupted at any time.

Rumble... Rumble... Crack.

The beam of light hit the sky, and thunder rolled in an instant, and the bright purple thunderbolt kept flashing in this mysterious space.

The sky was gradually torn into a tiny crack, and the soul of the god was about to descend.

At this moment, Ron could constantly receive signals from Partridge and Hefferson, and even from Daphne and Philomena, asking whether to take action.

But even at this time, Ron was still trying hard to endure the restlessness in his chest.

It's not the time.

It's not the time yet, and you have to be patient.

The excessive repression even made Ron feel that his hands were shaking constantly.

Time passed by, and the cracks in the sky became bigger and bigger. Finally, a cloud of gray fog suddenly emerged from the cracks.

The first descending god appeared.

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