"Moores!"

Every word is like squeezing out of the gap between the teeth, with murderous intent boiling.

Turning around, Simmons left the gate and walked towards the family with a group of guards.

Because of the experience before, even Simmons alone quickly arrived in the family temple.

He asked the guards who came with him to disperse and fill it into the outer layer of the surrounding guard defense circle to serve as a supplement.

And he himself walked alone to the interior of the temple, where Alan and Matidal and where he and Daphne had been.

On the table, the sacrifices were prepared, and the sacrificial utensils and offering utensils had already been arranged.

"call."

Simmons exhaled a sacred breath and then looked at the statue of the god on the platform.

He closed his eyes and began to silently recite until he became sensible, and he began to repeat and memorize the words over and over again.

"You are the saint in heaven, you are the wise man on earth."

"You are the highest sacred in this world."

“…”

"Wisdom is immortal, and light lasts forever."

Then, it was like the situation that appeared in the other three holy cities.

The scene that was also sacred and vast, almost showing the great power of the gods suddenly appeared in front of Simmons.

However, compared to the scenes that appeared in the other three Holy City churches, the one in front of Simmons is much more grand.

Like mountains and seas, the vast holy light that seemed endless began to inject into Simmons' body, strengthening Simmons' body and nourishing Simmons' soul.

It is like a hundred times of tempering into steel, casting a peerless magic weapon that cuts gold and jade.

At first, wandering in this holy light like a hot spring, Simmons couldn't help but lose himself comfortably.

Quiet and peaceful, I want to be intoxicated forever.

However, this feeling is not eternal.

As time goes by, the holy light that was originally as warm as water and brought Simmons a great feeling of enjoyment has also changed.

It was as if the hot spring water was heating up, Simmons said that what he felt was also becoming more and more exciting and hot.

It was getting taller and hotter, not like taking a hot spring bath, but as if it was about to cook it.

Even, in the end, it was basically running magma.

Until this time, Simmons, who had been patient and had to grit his teeth and never said anything, finally screamed in pain.

It was like falling into a slurry lake and being wrapped in a slurry of thousands of degrees of high temperature. The skin began to melt, the flesh began to dissolve, and the muscles and bones were burning.

Every inch of skin, every inch of flesh and blood, and every inch of muscles and bones are incomparably fierce.

This kind of pain and the punishment of burning can't be described in the event of this kind of pain.

Because such pain not only comes from the body, but also goes to the soul.

At this moment, Simmons in the holy light was like the monkey in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, with thousands of tempers and thousands of fires burning.

Since the pain is similar, the result will naturally not be much worse.

After Simmons endured such a heavy price, what he could get was naturally earth-shaking changes.

If Allen was on the scene, he could tell.

Simmons, who is baptized by the holy light, is becoming stronger at a speed beyond imagination.

The first level of Black Iron, the middle level of Black Iron, the high level of Black Iron, and the peak of Black Iron.

Then, it seemed as if the holy light that was thrown into the bottomless pit finally overflowed.

Silver level, broken.

There is no great momentum, no terrifying momentum.

The wind is light and clouds are as if it has just broken through a small pass.

Simmons' strength and realm began to grow rapidly again.

New silver, initial silver, intermediate silver...

However, this time, after reaching the peak of silver, Simmons' level of breaking is not as fast as before.

The infinite holy light, like abyss and sea, is still rising and falling, rendering the hall into a sea of ​​light.

And in the center of this sea of ​​holy light, Simmons's changes continue.

...

"Matidal, do you feel it?"

In the wild, in a void space, the man was dressed in a torn dress and had a somewhat embarrassed figure, but his eyes were still bright and transparent, and asked his butler.

"What?"

Matidal looked up in confusion and concentrated on his senses, but he did not notice at all.

Seeing Matidal's reaction like this, the man who asked the question seemed to understand something and his eyes closed.

His heartbeat began to slow down, and his blood, which was originally rushing like a river, was quiet and peaceful at this time.

But as his body began to calm down, his spirit became stronger and stronger under his calmness and restraint.

Gradually, under the seemingly unfettered of the body, he captured, or, the more majestic and supreme existence helped him perceive the connection in the dark.

For a moment, it seemed like eternity.

The feeling that was hard to understand but seemed to be filled with thousands of words, poured into his mind in an instant, bringing him both vague and clear results.

"Matidal, speed up."

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes and ordered to his strongest right-hand arm.

"I can sense that the curtain has begun and the drama has begun."

"In this drama, our Walker Dall family cannot be absent."

After the words finished, he was silent for a while, and he murmured to himself as if he was sighing.
Chapter completed!