But even as a blasphemer, and as a blasphemer, gathering the meager power of faith in advance, the gap between Matheridon and that existence is still too huge!

"Ant!"

A cold voice came from all directions.

The fearless demon watched a moonlight pass through the heart of the front chest, bringing a dark green blood fountain behind him that emits a foul smell...

"I am...I am the Lord of the Outlands, Abyss...Seridon, the Demon of the Abyss!"

He looked up stubbornly at the advanced life form that slowly appeared. Just before the rich moonlight on the person who came dissipated, Matheridon closed his eyes unwillingly...

"I am! The God of Life! The God of Death! The God of Space! I am! The new Lord of the Outlands! Calling on my name! Those who believe in me - immortal!"

"Illidan! You..."

Tered looked at Illidan who was pushing the door in disbelief. All the reprimanding words that were about to blurt out turned into suspicious inquiries!

Not only Tered, opposite her, the big druid Vandal Deer Helmet, who was arguing with her fiercely, looked at Illidan, and also changed from the initial anger and contempt to surprise and unbelievable!

"You! Your eyes!"

Vandal stuttered, with a pair of bright amethyst eyes, Illidan, who had a pair of brilliant aphrodisiac eyes, turned back to the recognized beauty of the Shadow Elves. He lost the filthy aura of demons, and the flame of depravity that once hated and feared disappeared. Illidan was filled with magnificent confidence and another noble sanctity!

"This is the glory my Lord gave to the messengers."

His face suddenly became pious, and Illidan deliberately blinked his eyes full of strange charm at Tyrande, and then performed a ritual that made mortals inexplicably.

The latter took a deep breath and stood up to respond respectfully - this was a friendly greeting when the messengers of the gods met.

At this time, Vandal's deer helmet suddenly screamed loudly.

"No! This is fake! This is the magic of the demon! This is impossible! He is the messenger of the devil! He is the traitor of the elves!"

The stereotyped and even mean Great Druid Vandal was completely unable to accept the reality that Illidan turned into an unknown messenger of the true god, and had begun to be somewhat incoherent.

Although Van Dar is a big druid, his mind has become distorted since his wife and children died one after another, and a certain dark mentality of hating the world has grown. The power of the druid may not make every druid remain kind.

The most direct manifestation is that Van Dar Lu Helmet's eyes cannot tolerate a little "evil" and his opinion to the left.

"Vandal Deer Helmet, although you are the great druid of the Elves, I must give you a solemn warning. I will regard your words just as a temporary misconduct. But if you have any words and deeds that insult my God, I will personally purify you!"

Illidan, who became a chosen person of the God of War, had a more arrogant tone than he had back then. However, this arrogant tone, combined with the rich divine power that was about to emerge, gave people a sense of justice and majesty.

Even Vandal, who had always been stubborn, was captured by the power of the God of Prison for a moment and stammered in explanation.

"No, no, I don't..."

"snort!"

Illidan's anger interrupted Vandal's remarks directly, and the latter fell on the seat with a pale face. The rich pressure of the God of War in the air explained everything very well!

The only unaffected Tyrande did not intervene between the two until now.

Accompanied by the revelation of the Moon God's aura, the gentle smell seemed to be able to soothe the most violent volcano.

I don’t know whether it was the Moon’s divine power that played a role or because of the past feelings, Illidan gradually restrained his divine power that he could not yet mastered, and looked at Tyrande seriously.

"Tyrande, I have heard the topic you have just argued. But I think it seems meaningless to discuss my good and evil now. Then, before spreading the grace of my God, I have a little basic requirement and you must get your promise."

The confident Illidan did not even look at Vandal. Not to mention his lofty identity at this moment, even in the past ten thousand years, Illidan looked down on this great druid who nominally inherited the position of Malfurion.

The power of the legendary early stage is completely incredible among the immortal elves!

"Of course, Illidan, my best friend, a righteous god, will receive the highest respect wherever he goes. Then, please make your request as a 'messenger'!"

Tyrande also didn't care about the feelings of the Italian druid. He even had half of his comforting look, and even regarded him as air.

Moon God is tolerant, but for a guy who often jumps out and sings in opposite directions, no one will be happy to throw out a branch of friendship.

The one who was sandwiched between the two gods was undoubtedly the most uncomfortable one. At this time, he didn't know if he figured it out, so he lowered his head, looked at his nose, and looked at his nose...

"Tyrande, you still don't believe me. My request is of course for the benefit of my God. How could I make a private request in the name of God?"

Before Tyrande could speak, Ellidan raised his hand to stop him, chuckled and shook his head, indicating that he had no malice.

"Tyrande, at the moment of inheriting the blood of God, I already understood how narrow my feelings were. I no longer blame you, nor would I ask for anything. Now, I just want to ask you to make a promise as a high priest: God can spread faith completely freely in our clan, and our people also have the right to freely choose faith."
Chapter completed!