He died, completely disappeared. An era of fighting in darkness ended just before he could leave here and go to a free and godless world.

This is simply fate, the most ruthless mockery.

The sickle in Dis's hand dissipated, and the godhead re-entered the body. He turned around and didn't even take a second look at the traces on the ground. It was like a person walking without caring whether he would accidentally step on the ground to death.

A certain ant.

The eternal palace of an era ago.

The God of Order is standing there, flipping through the notes in his hand. The words are cold and dead, but they can bring people the most vivid and immersive experience.

This has nothing to do with the writing style, because this majestic amount of information is enough to describe the reality profoundly.

What he sees is what he sees; what he hears is what he hears; what he thinks is what he thinks.

The only shortcoming is that this notebook is missing a page.

Although it does not affect the overall experience, this lack makes God a little uncomfortable. Because He has a premonition that this page may hide a key thing. He just doesn't know where this page is.

"Sharbuck..."

The God of Order glanced slightly at the corner of the palace. The demon gods who had escaped from the small world of annihilation were now shivering in the corners.

He knew that there would be a demon named Shabak inside. He originally disdained it, but now he knew that he wanted to kill it. The God of Order slowly raised his hand,

He can crush the demon named "Shabak" to death right now.

To be on the safe side, He could even thoroughly clean every corner of the palace, and finally purify it with divine light to prevent other demon gods from killing Shabak, becoming confused, giving new names, and creating new ones after they kill and devour them.

The possibility of self-positioning will not give this palace any possibility of brewing a new pollution demon.

Let time, here, leave a permanent scar, and it is impossible to repair it during the bandha.

The consequence of this is that after an epoch, when the investigation team investigates here, there will be no chance of a demon who wins the fight being angry, and the crisis for the investigation team will not exist.

Although this would change the future and cost Him a terrible price, He didn't mind. As long as he could complete the "task of writing the letter", He would reward him.

This is a promise from order, recognized as the most precious thing in the last era. Dis walked out of the Eternal Palace and came to the periphery.

Nathan Ding was wrapped in a snow demon fur coat and squatted there waiting. Behind him was a tent he had built himself.

"You came out so soon?"

Nathan Ding shouted in surprise and ran over immediately.

He originally thought it would take a long time, and he was even prepared to sleep here forever after Dis couldn't come out.

However, Dis' speed exceeded his imagination. "Have you finished your work?"

Dis didn't answer.

Ding Nathan did not dare to ask any more questions. He mistakenly thought that Dis had not completed the purpose of his trip, or that he might not have been able to enter the interior of the palace. It would be inappropriate for him to continue asking.

"Shall we go back?" Diss still didn't respond.

Ding Nathan just thought that Dis was in a bad mood. He silently took out the scroll and threw it into the snow. Soon, an ice lizard emerged.

"Please come up."

Dis did not go up to the ice lizard, but raised his hand. "Roar!"

Suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed through the cold land.

A giant dragon with a crystal-clear body soared out of the snow, circled in the air, and projected a halo of light downwards.

Ding Nathan was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. He could not imagine what kind of summoning scroll could summon such a terrifying existence.

He immediately got up again, confused by his own gaffe.

In fact, his gaffe is normal, because the image of this dragon is almost like a miniature version of the rebellious dragon god. However, the dragon's eyes are empty, which means that it is only made in the image of the rebellious dragon god.

puppet.

Diss walked into the circle of light, and Ding Nathan hesitated for a moment before following him in.

Then, Ding Nathan found himself wrapped in white light, and the next moment, he appeared on the back of a dragon. "Is this... a teleportation formation?"

A summoned dragon projects a light, which is the formation?

Ding Nathan swallowed with some difficulty. What kind of terrifying existence was Yaluo's father? The dragon held up a screen of light, which not only resisted the wind and snow, but also made the weather above become "sunny."

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In this way, the road that originally took a day was quickly completed. When the dragon swooped down and landed, all the priests in the outpost were frightened, but they still activated the defensive formation according to the manual that the captain used to train them.

The chef priest, who has the highest status, is also wearing an apron, holding a scroll in his left hand and a large spoon in his right hand, ready. "Hu..."

Strong air waves swept across the sky, rolling up snow. Two figures walked out of the snowflakes.

"Is it the captain?" "The captain is back!"

"The captain is back alive!"

Dis walked into the outpost without saying hello, and walked directly into the aperture of the teleportation array. "Please transfer the things in my warehouse to..."

Dis ignored Ding Nathan and gently moved his fingertips downward.

The teleportation array was activated, and Dis disappeared on the spot.

The chef raised his spoon and said doubtfully:

"Hey, Captain, why didn't he stay for a meal before leaving?" "Huh, he's finally back."

Foden returned to his office and sat back at his desk.

There were hidden scars left in his body from that time, and he was afraid of cold, but he also loved coldness. Wei Gulin brought a glass of smoothie with strawberry jam on top.

"Thank you for your hard work." "It's okay."

The hard work is not hard work. The follow-up finishing work in Luojia City was completed by Karen. Now, Karen is still there doing the final inspection, and he is back first.

While eating his smoothie, Foden looked at the newspapers and internal publications on his desk. He saw that the photo on the cover was actually him. When he touched it with his fingers, the photo began to show animation. It was him "lecturing Ranedal"

"The scene when.

It's just that in this scene, God's face is not in it, it's a blurred back. "Oh, this kid."

Foden opened the drawer. Inside the drawer was a set of information on his research on the identity of Karen's true god. But after a moment, Foden pushed the drawer back.

Forget it, he won't have to worry about this anymore. At least for now, he doesn't have the energy to do it anymore.

The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Wei Gulin ran in nervously: "Whipman, something happened. Someone is forcibly commandeering the teleportation arrays in various places of our religion for teleportation. It's the same as last time."

Verden stood up immediately, because the last time he did this was the same person who had caused the crisis in Mink Street not long ago.

Although I haven't had time to go to the temple to pay my respects, I also learned about the current miserable situation of the temple from the intelligence system. Now, another one has arrived?

Or rather, it’s the same...

In Foden's office, on an ice peak in front of him, the teleportation formation shone brightly.

Wei Gulin turned her head and looked there. There was a teleportation formation that was exclusive to the whip holder's office. It was impossible for outsiders to teleport through it. Unless she applied to herself in advance and obtained the whip holder's consent, she would activate it.

This permission is echoed.

However, the formation is now activated and responding. The person who teleported has forcibly changed the pattern of the formation, but others have not yet teleported!

Could it be that he made modifications while transmitting?

"The whip bearer..." Wei Gulin reached for a bell on the whip bearer's desk, but found that she could not reach the bell.

Wei Gulin was horrified. How could she control the other party in advance? "Go out and close the door. Don't allow anyone to be disturbed." "Yes, the whip bearer."

Wei Gulin breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the whip holder refused to let her press it.

Not long after the office door closed, Dis' figure appeared on the ice peak. "Ho!"

Facing this "strange outsider" who suddenly appeared, Ogi let out a dragon roar, and his huge dragon body flew out of the ice pool.

Dis stepped off the ice peak and stepped on Auggie's head. "Boom!"

Auggie let out a scream and was stepped back to the bottom of the pool. Bubbles of blood began to appear on the surface of the ice pool. Diss' next step was to appear in front of the whipman's desk.

Although he had never met Dis in person, Foden still recognized the identity of the man in front of him.

Of course he did not choose to take action, even if the other party forced his way into his office for no reason and greatly offended the majesty of the whip holder, but taking action... is crazy!

Everyone in the temple can come and go freely, let alone my own place.

Although this is the headquarters of the Whip of Order, it is not the place with the greatest concentration of power. The most powerful part of the Whip of Order is the Discipline Department of the York City Region, because Karen has recruited a large number of elite teams who have been on the battlefield.

Arrive at your department.

"You, why are you interested in coming to my place?"

Dis didn't answer, lowered his head and turned to his desk.

This is a teleportation formation that can be directly connected to the high priest, and the authority lies with the high priest. In the past, the high priest often sent his clones to give instructions on work.

"What are you..."

"I can give you a briefing first."

Foden's eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened his palms, and the sub-artifact spear appeared in his hands.
To be continued...