"You just said that Ogurev has no intention of surviving, what about you?"

"When I was Norton, I felt I had a thousand years left; when I found out I was Tiranus, I knew my time was running out.

I am the head of the four great retinues, and the first in the order branch sequence;

Although my true body is still outside, I am the first to return;

I have the obligation and responsibility to welcome my partners and then send away my former partners one by one.

I will persist, hold on until the end, and leave with her in the end.

Each one of us suppresses a powerful main god worth suppressing.

We...will do as much as possible for order and for you to reduce your pressure."

"Is this an appointment?"

"no."

The high priest closed his eyes and raised his complaint, as if "gazing" into the deep space:

"Actually, the Lord did betray us.

The Lord has described to us the beautiful world He said he had seen, and He only invites us to create Him together.

But He deceived us, and He actually wanted to...corrupt secretly."

"Now you no longer doubt that the Lord will give up and secretly come back?"

The high priest shook his head and said:

“That was Norton’s worry, or rather, my past worry;

because,

Our Lord is in heaven.

He is our Lord. If He has a new successor, it has nothing to do with us. That is the new generation of God of Order, not our Lord.

Sometimes, even we ourselves will be confused as to whether we are following the order, Him, or Him.

However, the new generation of God of Order must be found as soon as possible. He needs to be protected and cultivated. This is a war destined to last, and we can only withstand the first batch."

Karen asked: "Have you ever had any doubts about my identity?"

"I have doubted it. I guess that you have a more special relationship with Mink Street."

Karen was stunned.

The reason why my past self was often regarded as the God of Order was because due to my addiction to hunger, I had obvious traces of the previous God of Order.

Now that I have transformed my hunger addiction into my own appearance, I have completed my own transformation and transformation.

When there are no traces of Him on his body, even the branch god of order cannot recognize his true identity.

Karen asked: "Why didn't you tell me at first?"

The high priest did not answer. Within the barrier, Tiranus on the cross continued to release the divine fire, watching the gods fall and dissipate in the flames.

Karen continued: "You are not confused or in a trance, you are deliberately testing to see if they will follow the direction you have set, lead the Cult of Kosmos and continue to move forward."

"I don't have time to train you anymore. If nothing else, the new high priest will be Creed."

"I'm not asking you this..."

"You should prepare yourself in advance. Either cooperate or stand aside. If Creed deteriorates, get rid of him. If the conditions are right, I hope that the next high priest will be you."

"I'm not qualified."

"You passed."

Karen: "..."

This sentence sounds a bit familiar.

"The great priest of order only needs to stand there and not flinch."

Karen stopped answering and looked at the battle in the distance.

Ogureff's body has been entangled with tree vines, and each section of the tree vine is a small world. His every move is bearing the collapse of the small world;

At the same time, Ogurev's life force was being sucked out and gathered into the bodies of the two life gods.

Although Ogurev still had no scruples and kept bombarding the bodies of the two life gods with his fists, one against two finally fell into an unfavorable stalemate.

There is actually not much difference between the wars between gods. In fact, to a certain extent, the complexity is simplified.

Or maybe both parties are essentially exhausted and can only engage in this struggle in a way that seems too primitive, like three hungry and scrawny homeless people struggling and tearing in a mud pond.

However, it is fortunate that this layer of membrane is still blocking it, otherwise even the splashed mud would be enough to destroy the Garden of Life, and there would not be so many spectators at the scene.

At this time, the high priest began to sing, and in the diaphragm, Tiranus on the cross also began to sing, and Ogurev, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, also began to sing.

"Great Lord, please give me the power to cleanse the dust of order..."

The Light of Symbol arrives.

They fell on Tiranus and Augurev respectively, and also swayed down together with the crystal light.

The already decayed God of Order still came down with His little remaining power. However, He did not need to save anything. For Him and His followers, their last battle was already over.

It kicked off.

The power of the two life gods was suppressed. Ogurev raised his fists and punched their bodies respectively.

"Give up, Ogurev, the order no longer has much power to bless you."

"Here, you can defeat us, but you can't kill us."

"Oh……"

Ogurev let out a disdainful laugh, and his divine body burned with golden flames. At the same time, it also ignited the two main gods of life.

"Ogurev, are you crazy? Are you going to drag us down together?"

"No, I'm not willing to give in. We're just one step away from returning. No, I'm not willing to give in!"

Ogurev: "Let's... die together."

The hotter fire burned, and the barrier seemed to separate two worlds, and the inside was full of fire.

Even the elders of the temple all showed frightened expressions at this moment. In front of this kind of fire, even existences like them are still moths near the fire. They don't even need to actually ignite the fire. They can just get a little closer.

Can be baked to death.

The shock that goes beyond the scale of power is that this is not a divine battle, but a burial.

The oracles and prophets of the Temple of Order began to pray with tears.

The high priest opened his eyes at this time and stood up. The scorching flames no longer required his continued contribution. He had to save a little and save it for the next breach to assist his next comrade.

In the ears of the oracle and prophet, the voice of the high priest came:

"Don't shed tears, don't be sad, don't pray. A true believer in order should face death head-on."

"Yes, the great priest."

"Yes, the great priest."

In the midst of the raging fire, Ogurev raised his head, his gaze swept across the shore, and finally landed on Dis standing on Ranedal's shoulder.

He can sense who is the strongest here.

A burning godhead rises from Ogurev's body. This is the godhead of the order system, not a fragment. For all the temple elders, this is the most desired existence.

Ogurev’s voice sounded:

"I will give you the divine inheritance."

Dis did not salute, he did not even move, he just said calmly:

"I don't need it."
Chapter completed!