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Chapter 266

The corner of Saint's mouth twitched, and he became even more terrified.

He had merely relied on the power of the God of Silence to forcefully transform into a curved angle lifeform that had escaped from life and death, allowing him to observe a certain future.

Moreover, the body structure was extremely unstable and could collapse in a short period of time. Therefore, although the term 'Saint' sounded nice, in reality, it was just a disposable item. Therefore, the selected people had to be fanatical believers.

However, any believer who saw that scene would collapse. That was the cruelest thing for believers.

Therefore, at this moment, Saint seriously considered Negri's suggestion to change to another god.

His expression was solemn. If he still maintained his living body, he would have difficulty breathing under the immense psychological pressure.

The initial panic of awakening the blood of evil, then to save his life, he had no choice but to join the Soundless cult, using the Soundless cult's methods to suppress the blood of evil and turn it into power.

In the end, he truly believed that the blood of evil was a noble bloodline, and the Soundless cult was the church of God, one that would bring them happiness and hope.

"My apologies, my lord." The Saint's body was engulfed in blue flames as his figure quickly disappeared. He wanted to notify the Soundless cult, this was a trap, a conspiracy, and continuing with the plan would only bring the Soundless cult to destruction.

Regardless of what kind of entity God was, regardless of whether he would die or not, the Soundless cult was an entity that had saved him. There were still many people who had been tainted by the blood of evil, so he had to save the Soundless cult no matter what.

Negri picked up the teacup and sighed. Then, he picked up the book and the gears turned slightly.

Negri admired capable people and was willing to give these people a chance. However, once his stance was determined, Negri would not hesitate to take action.

The structure of the Saint's body quickly collapsed. The blue flame burned wildly. He wanted to return to the real world. He wanted to change the fate that had been determined.

However, in that instant, his body collapsed, crushed and twisted by the power of the curved surface, becoming an insignificant speck of dust in this world.

Negri sat inside the tree hollow, the tiny germs that were almost invisible to the naked eye were flowing around the bookshelf, returning the knowledge recorded in the books back to Negri's body.

In this world, Negri dared to call himself the person with the most knowledge of mysticism. In his soul, there were all kinds of magic books, about 103,000 of them.

Negri had carefully studied every magic book. No matter how strong or weak it was, when it became magic, he knew that there was a reason behind it.

What Negri was studying was not the magic recorded in it, but the principles and principles contained in it.

As long as Negri grasped the principles behind it, he would be able to perform similar magic rituals with ease.

For example, the Soundless Cult had been passed down for so long, but the amount of research they had done was nothing more than a knight, while Negri had only come into contact with a different aspect three years ago, yet he had already discovered the existence of the curved aspect.

It was also because of this that the Gear project was able to develop so quickly.

"I'll accept your insistence, then." Negri drank the entire cup of tea in one gulp, savoring the sweetness after the slight bitterness. Just like that wild fruit, it contained too many useless emotions, foolishness, ignorance, and was bound by those ridiculous emotions, but it was this insistence that made it so delicious.

Just like the fruit outside that was about to rot.

Pernod watched the burning scene around him and laughed bitterly. With his stooped body, he wasn't particularly strong in terms of combat prowess. After all, he was already old, his body should have died a long time ago. Up until now, he was only relying on the mana converted from the Moon Tree sprout to survive.

"Ahahaha, ahahaha, I was wrong!" Pernod's withered body was on the verge of losing its vitality, the last of his mana was ignited, his withered body also began to burn with the flames of mana.

If this city hadn't sunk into the ground and was completely destroyed during that war, perhaps that would have been the best ending.

"I was wrong!" Pernod collapsed to the ground, weakly but sincerely shouting. The flames on his body were carried by him to other places, he used all of his strength to reach his hand into the soil.

It was his greed that pushed everything to its current state. He couldn't be forgiven, because no one could forgive him anymore.

The flames on his withered body were slowly extinguished. At this point, he didn't even have the qualifications to continue burning, nor could he sense the sprout's existence. Regardless of whether he burned himself or not, this moment was the end of his life.

The flames began to spread, turning his body into smoke under the heat of the flames. Several thousand years of apprehension had been the greatest torture to him.

The Grand Priest didn't care about that bastard, he didn't even care about the spreading flames around him. From his point of view, as long as it didn't affect the God summoning ritual, nothing was worth mentioning.

"Forward, it's there, the Throne of God is right there!" The Grand Priest gripped his scepter so tightly that his withered knuckles were turning white and blue, his eyes were so excited that they almost popped out of their sockets. Quite a few of the Soundless cultists quickly opened a path towards the top of the Mother Tree.

As they opened the wooden door, they saw Chromie standing in the middle with his eyes closed, with a particularly eye-catching sprout on his forehead.

Looking at Chromie's beautiful body, the Grand Priest trembled and muttered: "Sure enough, the curse has been lifted. This body, such a perfect body, this is what we should look like!"

"Prepare to awaken our Lord. Everything is just right, we shall finally bask in the glory of God's grace" the Grand Priest was so excited that he couldn't get any more excited, hurriedly ordering everyone to begin their preparations.

Although the Mother Tree was withered, it was still of excellent quality, the best material for crafting scepters, as well as an altar.

With the Moon Tree sapling, a body whose bloodline had been awakened to its limit, and the Mother Tree that was one of the largest sources of mana, this was the perfect time and place.

Without any hesitation, the God summoning ritual quickly began. A large number of blue gems were placed in fixed positions, quickly forming a large-scale axle ritual.

After all, the God of Soundless was right above the ruins, not too far away. As long as the ritual didn't make too many mistakes, there shouldn't be too many issues.

Noah held the diagram of the ritual and ordered a few people to complete the axle ritual. Inside the ritual, Chromie was scowling, as if something bad had happened to him, but at least from the looks of it, he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.

From the aspect of silence, the blue orb of light hovering in the air flickered. The elven Lord God called the Dim Silence Envoy had been killed by the seven Gods, so this was only a remnant of his unique dimension.