Under the morning light, a temple built on the top of a mountain is emitting a sacred light.

Countless sacrificial robes were kneeling respectfully in the square outside the temple, praying devoutly.

An old man in a silver robe said in a low voice: "The eternal wind master, the monarch who masters the power of destruction, the changer of the celestial phenomena..."

Accompanied by a burst of praise, all praying sacrifices praised in unison: "The eternal wind holds the head, the monarch who masters the power of destruction, the changer of the celestial phenomena..."

These sounds gathered together and turned into an extremely pure white light that rushed straight into the void.

The void is twisted in this white light, and the palaces surrounded by countless storms are reflected in the void, full of simplicity and majesty.

As the white light dissipated, the prayer began to leave. Finally, the old man in a silver robe slowly walked towards the temple.

"Patriarch, Prostan is dead!" A middle-aged man wearing a green robe and a silver ring hanging on his heart said respectfully to the old man.

His expression was full of respect, and even when he was speaking, he didn't dare to look at this ordinary-looking old man.

The real God’s human incarnation, the angel walking on the earth!

Every title contains huge power, and any of these powers gives people the feeling that they dare not look directly at.

The old man's expression was very calm, as if Prostan was just an insignificant little person. But the reporter knew that Prostan was the master of the Great Patriarch. When the Great Patriarch entered the kingdom of God, he would be the new Great Patriarch.

If such a disciple dies, how could the Patriarch not feel heartbroken?

"The true God has told me." The Patriarch said calmly: "Do you know the process of Prostan's death?"

The words of the Patriarch changed the face of the middle-aged man. However, this change was more of joy.

The True God has been sleeping in the Kingdom of God for many years and is able to tell the news of the death of the Patriarch Prostan, which fully shows that it is not far from the True God’s revival.

This is a good thing, a great thing worthy of their common celebration.

However, when he thought of Prostan's death, this man still suppressed his joy in his heart.

"According to the report of the god wind, Prostan went to kill Anlton, the Marquis of the Invasive Seas among the Six Seas, and then he did not come back." The middle-aged man said this and pondered for a moment: "Anlton was originally just a low-sequencer, but in a broken kingdom of gods, he obtained the scepter of the gods and became stronger afterwards."

"He defeated the Duke of Destruction, killed two pirate marquises, and with his own strength, the three dukes of the Six Seas were all in extreme fear."

"Many people suspect that the artifact he got was extraordinary."

The head of the Madame had no expression on his face, as if he didn't value the god's scepter too much. He pondered for a moment and said, "Let's just do this for now."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't believe his ears.

If it is like this for the time being, isn’t it equivalent to the fact that the Madhya Shou is not going to pursue this matter now? How is this possible!

"Patriarch, Prostan is dead." The middle-aged man thought about it and finally decided to give another reminder.

He did not dare to face the anger of the Patriarch directly, so what he could do now was to emphasize this fact.

The old man was unmoved at all. He glanced at the middle-aged man and said lightly: "That Anlton is obviously valued by a true god."

"So to deal with him, at least one god-level existence must be at the very least."

"The most important thing for our Storm Church is to ensure that the True God will recover as soon as possible. Only when the True God revives can we gain the initiative in this upcoming...."

"As for the others, they are all secondary."

The middle-aged man understood the meaning of the Grand Patriarch, but at this moment, he felt more and more confused. He was now very eager to know what it was that could not speak out.

Unfortunately, although he wanted to know, he did not dare to ask for it rashly.

"As for orders, Grand Patriarch!" In the end, the middle-aged man suppressed his curiosity and said respectfully to leave.

The Grand Patriarch looked at the middle-aged man who had left, shook his head gently, and murmured to himself: "In front of God, we are ants, the mud and sand in the breeze, and the mayflies in the waves..."

Qin Nan didn't know that the Patriarch of the Storm Church, whom he was worried about, did not immediately seek his revenge.

This is not because he is afraid of him, but because the great patriarch speculated that behind him was a true god who was about to wake up. The great patriarch, who did not dare to easily transfer his power, decided to endure it for the time being.

Qin Nan, who had completely recovered, was studying the armor left by Prostan at this time. In Qin Nan's opinion, if he mastered this armor, it would be like an extra item to save his life.

After all, this is an armor that is difficult to break even if it is attacked in Sequence 4!

But it's a pity. I don't know if there was a hole in my heart. At this time, no matter what Qin Nan used, the armor did not react at all.

This armor gives people a feeling of being completely broken.

After blessing the fourth-class evolution point towards the armor, but it was useless in the end, Qin Nan stopped thinking of blessing the evolution point to the armor.

Although he still has a sixth-level evolution point, this level of evolution point is really important to Qin Nan.

He was unwilling to waste such evolution points on items that he didn't know if he could repair them.

Throwing the armor into his storage space, Qin Nan picked up the bronze cross that looked unchanged.

If it weren't for this bronze cross, let alone letting him kill Prostan, he would probably be unlikely to get a chance to escape. After all, Prostan is a powerful man in Sequence 4.

The cross looked like nothing magical, but when he was stroking the cross with his palm, Qin Nan felt that it was the center of the cross, and it seemed that some bulges had risen.

He could not see the protrusion with his eyes, but with his spiritual sense, he could feel the protrusion so truly.

Is this a variation of the cross?

Qin Nan's thought flashed and he said to the bronze cross: "I know you can detect my existence. Now I will give you a chance to express your origin and request."

"If you can help you, I will naturally help you. If you can't help you, there is no way. But if you don't even react, then I can only throw you into the depths of my storage space. I believe you will live a good life."

The dimensional space that the space favors is really just dimensional space. This dimensional space has no spiritual energy or even no flow of time.

Even if you have magical items, most of them are still in a static state in the dimensional space.

The cross did not respond in response to Qin Nan's threat, as if he was telling Qin Nan not to speak to an item like it.

However, when Qin Nan picked up the bronze cross and was about to throw him into the dimensional space, a voice finally rang out from the cross and said, "Thank you for regaining some consciousness. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been completely wiped out after many years."

The sound was very light, but the moment he heard the sound, Qin Nan felt a chill on his back and felt a creepy feeling.

He always felt that this cross was extraordinary. What he said just now was actually thinking about tempting the cross, but he didn't expect that this cross actually responded to himself.

For a moment, a hint of hesitation arose in Qin Nan's heart. He felt that his best choice now seemed to be to throw the cross directly into the dimensional space and then ignore it forever.

But in the end, Qin Nan stopped the urge to throw the cross, and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"I am..., you can call me a blasphemer!" With a leisurely voice, it came into Qin Nan's heart from the cross.

Blasphemer!

Qin Nan heard this name and a trace of light flashed in his eyes. He pondered for a moment: "Can I think so? It is precisely because you blasphemed the true God that you are trapped in this cross."

"It should be like this." The voice in the cross was a little ethereal: "Many of my memories have been erased by the passage of time, so I don't remember very clearly why I am here."

Qin Nan subconsciously sneered. Although he was willing to believe in people, this did not mean that he was a fool. This person who claimed to be a blasphemer actually said that he had forgotten why he was trapped and that the possibility of lying was very high.

"Oh, then do you know who the god you blasphemed is?" Qin Nan did not force the existence of this cross, but instead took a roundabout way.

Since there is no way to achieve your goal directly, you can use roundabout ways to achieve your goal. After all, there are not too many things that blaspheme the true God in major churches.

"I don't remember very much." The blasphemer said leisurely: "I'm telling the truth, I really don't remember very much."

Qin Nan was not discouraged. He smiled and said, "What else can you remember? You can tell me. Maybe I can help you get out of here."

The blasphemer on the cross was not moved by Qin Nan's temptation. He whispered: "It's really difficult to escape from this primacy level. I never thought about it."

"As for what I know, it's really hard for me to remember, but I'm sure of one thing. If you don't solve your own problems in a short period of time, then your death will be not far away."

When Qin Nan heard the blasphemer's words, his first thought was furious. But when the anger surged, what he thought of was the problems he needed to advance.
Chapter completed!