Chapter 241, Heart of God
Chaos really began to spread in this land.
The struggle for power determines the winner.
The swollen corpse was brought into the high hall by the mercenaries who were eager for wealth. The lady with red eyes pulled the child into the hall.
The heirs whispered, with malice in their eyes, even though, even though they all had the same blood flowing through them.
Regardless of the struggle, this sudden change, everyone wants to climb to the high throne, whether it is the once noble lady or the noble princes who pride themselves on elegance, making promises and dividing interests, the huge city is under In an instant, a huge tsunami was brewing.
After the death of the giant beast, everyone who is qualified to attend the banquet is eager to sit down and eat the food.
There was a twist in this banquet.
The dead governor was really brought back, by a young lady. She was so dazzling, so beautiful, and had a distinguished status. She was once the saint of the Stargazing Church, and was brought back by that young lady. The girl who was named by the Pope himself.
Once the most dazzling pearl in this land.
She was also the youngest wife of the deceased provincial governor. Was there love between them?
Maybe.
The former provincial governor was old, but also scheming. This marriage was opposed by the Pope of the Star Gazing Church, which wiped out all other provinces in this province and turned the Star Gazing Church away. The Stargazing Church, which is held high by God, is not in urgent need of a marriage, let alone giving away its saint as a bargaining chip.
That pure girl, that girl smiling brightly in the purple flowerbed, was truly regarded as the heir, as the daughter of the unsmiling stargazing pope.
But it was picked off by the provincial governor.
She fell in love at first sight and was moved, and the heart of the power animal began to beat because of the purity and beauty.
Also in the purple flowerbed, the old man was making funny expressions just to get that bright smile.
It may also be more realistic.
For profit, to completely bind the Star Gazing Church, to allow himself and his family to reach the top of the city and become the uncrowned king of this area.
Unknown.
As the years passed, the pure girl tied up her hair and gave birth to an heir, her eyes red and her mouth biting.
People always have to learn to grow.
The stable environment was shattered almost instantly. The Stargazing Church, as the pillar, entered into fierce turmoil together with the Fluxus family.
She must learn to grow. She is the proud daughter of the day. Fate seems to have given everything to her. Even if the situation is bad now, she can still grasp the power in an instant as long as she wants to.
The unsmiling Pope appeared at the door of the hall.
The appearance of the Holy See knights one after another interrupted the flow of malice. Under everyone's gaze, the lady with red eyes, the lady pulling the young child, the lady who was no longer pure and stained with dust, climbed onto the high platform.
The bloated corpse was placed beside him.
Once upon a time, she loved him, and the two of them used a pair of simple rings as witness, but now, this young lady no longer even glances at the bloated provincial governor. go.
Carefully pulled the immature child and let him step on the high steps, step on his skirt, and land on the luxurious seat with the high back.
The noise rang out, and the young men below the high platform cast their eyes at the madam in anger. They did not agree with the progress of this matter.
The scene was more chaotic than before. The immature child was a little more uneasy. He didn't understand why his brothers, who used to smile kindly at him, were so angry and stared at him. The sight was so terrifying. .
A little uneasy, he tightly grasped the fingers of the lady in front of him.
The Stargazer Pope, who is also very old and aging, walks towards the high platform. His eyes when he looks at everything are so indifferent and calm. He does not look like a person, but like a person. A god.
Until his eyes paused on the girl and the restless young figure.
With a little more kindness, the Star Gazing Church has not completely lost its power, even if each priest can no longer call on the power of the gods.
But they still hold wealth and power.
The elite knights of the Holy See entered the hall indifferently. The star-gazing Pope looked down indifferently on the figures in front of him from the high platform.
The killing begins.
The turmoil in the city is about to end, and the young second son is helped to the throne, but everyone knows who the final winner of the city is.
The old pope overwhelmed all other words.
In these turbulent years, his god has left, but he still stops and keeps the name and glory of the god in this city.
Just, is it still useful?
More and more ratmen appear on the outskirts of the city. Ruins, flames, ruins, and corruption everywhere. Those short-sighted guys, the guys who live behind the towering city walls, they don’t leave the city outside. place in your eyes.
But would this old stargazing pope, who has experienced countless twists and turns and stories, be so short-sighted?
Is it still useful? The most appropriate time to prevent a disaster is often before the disaster actually breaks out. But now the flames have begun to spread everywhere outside the city, gathering together. A monstrous disaster is about to truly come together.
Be prepared.
The stargazing god paid the price for his actions. This time, no god could lower his power.
Everything depends on the mortals themselves.
No matter what their fate, they can only save it by themselves.
In this dark world, mortals have to decide their own destiny.
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The rat people are still trying their best to gather strength on the battlefield, but the tall guy is getting weaker.
Hooked and huddled in the darkness, even blood mushrooms and life essence can no longer restore the vitality of the decayed body.
But those sharp eyes are getting deeper and brighter.
What is he going to do, what is he going to do.
For God, for God.
In the deep abyss of the Underground Rat City, a crazy guy smashed the statue made of mottled crystals in front of him. In the frenzy and excitement, he picked up the transparent red crystals. .
Not everyone has the courage to transcend, not everyone dares to offend the great god, but he is already crazy, he is already crazy.
Long Claw put the transparent red crystal in his hand that seemed to contain life into the beating heart.
A number of scales emerge on the surface of this beating heart.
Longpaw picked the right one, and he was lucky.
The giant dragon has the qualifications to climb to the divine throne. Even among the legendary creatures, the dragon's bloodline is the most outstanding one.
Use the dragon's heart as a carrier and as a transition to fill it with the pure flesh and blood of the gods that does not contain a trace of extra will, plus a little bit of life essence. This is a key.
A key that brings about a jump.
But there is still one problem. The idea of having long claws is right. The flesh and blood of gods cannot be touched by mortal objects. They must be buffered. The dragon can be used as the buffering material.
But the bloodline of the giant dragon is also not something ordinary rat people can bear.
Those skinned giant rats have almost all entered madness and twisted distortions, and they only have a trace of the blood of the dragon implanted in them.
Remove the scales from the heart.
Longclaw anticipated this scene and made preparations. He prepared a buffering medium. The dragon scales growing on the heart were the medium.
These scales are the impurities spit out by the seed, and they can also bring about changes. As a preparation, the long claws use these scales, these scales produced by the heart, as the first step of transformation.
A crazy idea finally bore fruit in one guy's madness.
Long Claws couldn’t wait to drop an ordinary scale in his hand on a frightened slave rat, and a terrifying deformation was born in Long Claws’ exaggerated smile.
A real dragon was born in this dark abyss.
With bat-like fleshy wings, a rat head, and a huge body, a huge dragon, a jet-black dragon, originated from an ordinary slave rat, and only lost one scale.
The dark dragon let out a painful cry. The long claws did not inject enough nutrients into this transformation. He did not really want to create a giant dragon to help a humble guy truly transform.
Just to verify, to verify a possibility.
During the extreme expansion, the dark dragon exploded violently.
He succeeded. The function of the scales was not too different from what he had expected.
The crazy guy embedded a scale into his flesh.
Terrifying deformations also broke out on Longclaw's body, and pieces of scales grew on his body.
Lay on the exploding flesh and blood of the jet-black dragon, swallowing in large mouthfuls to support the deformation of the body.
Not enough, not enough. I stuffed the dark blood mushrooms into my mouth.
He is indeed a genius. What these scales bring is said to be a kind of transformation, a kind of leap, but in fact it is a kind of pollution. The long claws only come into contact with pollution, but he is forced to Make a way through this pollution.
The pollution turned into a ladder, the flesh and blood left by the gods turned into horrific pollution, and the drop of life essence sealed in the statue with the heart of the dragon became gentle, turned into a seed, a The seed that allows people to touch the gods, a heart of gods.
The mottled impurities are spit out and turned into scales, turning into milder pollution. Inoculating these scales will also bring strength, but more importantly, if you can survive, you will have the power to swallow it. Qualifications for obeying the heart of God.
It's just that fate seems to be playing a joke on Longclaw. He seems to be unable to truly bear this pollution.
Aberrations began to occur in his body.
The scales that grew on the body were lifted up, and tiny tentacles emerged from the gaps and began to dance.
Of course, he is not willing to accept such an ending. He has never succumbed to the so-called fate.
In the red eyes, the long claws began to devour the flesh and blood of the distorted dragon on the ground, hoping to rely on the flesh and blood that had released power in the distortion to buffer the distortion in his body and adapt to the distortion in his body.
But it has no effect.
He did even more crazy things.
Started to swallow the dark blood mushroom, introducing a second kind of pollution into the deformed body. The erosion of gods and the pollution of life broke out in the long-clawed body at the same time. This crazy guy was wailing. Rolling on the ground, the body is constantly torn apart, becoming a battlefield between two completely different pollutions.
Endless pain, struggling to support all kinds of extremely amplified feelings.
Until the terrifying distortion slowly subsided, Longclaw ushered in the last glimmer of hope for himself in a certain death situation.
Like a corpse, he stood motionless on the ground. It took a long, long time before he regained some strength.
Slowly climbed up from the ground, his eyes turned into vertical pupils like a giant dragon, collar pieces remained on his body, tentacles twisted in the gaps, distortion and dragon transformation together. He was retained with a different kind of weirdness.
He succeeded, half succeeded, survived, and began the real leap.
But it failed, but it was not a complete failure. The pollution of life in his body was balanced by the erosion of the god.
This is a very peculiar situation.
He has indeed become stronger, twistedly powerful.
No more scales were inserted into himself. In this extreme pain, he finally regained some sense.
Frenzy is a state that every intelligent creature will experience.
Especially in constant failures and never seeing the possibility of success, people lose their minds and become reckless.
But there is no way to get rid of it.
Longclaw temporarily got rid of the frenzy in pain and returned to calm again, no longer recklessly embedding scales into his body.
Standing in front of the heart of God that has been born.
The state of his body at this time will bring unknown effects, which may really drag him into the abyss, and he will begin to feel the inexplicable fear.
Especially after realizing what he had done, he stared at the broken and mottled statue.
Fear began to rise in my heart.
He realized what he was going to do.
The sober Long Claw began to return to the wisdom he should have had.
Start to make decisions and return to reason.
But it is not known how long this state can last.
The madness is still buried in his heart, and he has been unable to achieve his wish. As time goes by, this madness will eventually come back.
He is still a madman. Although he briefly returned to reason in extreme pain, he is still a madman.
But it is precisely because he is a madman that he can truly achieve a miracle.
The beating heart in this deep abyss, the miracle born in the impossible and in the hands of mortal things, the ladder climbing towards the gods.
A beating heart of God.
This miracle came from clawed hands, from that crazy idea, and was truly born in the hands of a madman.
(End of this chapter)