Twilight Speaker

Chapter 141: God War, Everyone is Shocked

No wonder the mirror dare not speak.

No wonder it couldn't believe it itself.

Dai Jian stabbed his own head with the broken sword.
Chen Xiang didn't believe it, but he also didn't disbelieve it. There were too many mysteries now. Who knew if this was another trap?
Who knows whether the memory images seen in the mirror are woven by someone?
You need to confirm it yourself.

The uncertain chaos floated quietly in the ancient castle. The main consciousness had already transferred to the empty mind of the clone, and completely merged with the clone.

Chen Xiang had never felt so good.

Millions of clones condensed from myself are equivalent to millions of times of strength, millions of times of spiritual will, and millions of times of soul essence.
His control over authority is also at an all-time high!
The 'Twilight Speaker' was shrouded in mist, leaning on a cane and wearing a monocle, staring quietly at the five true gods in the sky and asked again:

"The Emperor, is he among you?"

Great.Emperor?

The five true gods looked extremely solemn, and they all recognized the person in front of them, the mysterious existence who forced the Ghost Captain to flee with one blow and shattered the original fear!

But who is the emperor?
The member of the old parliament?

Except for the Lord of Donghong, the other four true gods were a little confused. The former was sweating and had a bad premonition.

The Yousui Pope gritted his teeth and said:
"May I ask who you are?"

"Me?"

The mysterious being in the mist chuckled and spoke indifferently:
"You don't know me?"

The fog suddenly rolled, and the cane and the monocle were clearly visible. A strong time mist burst out from the cane, as if a river of time was flowing slowly around Him.
"It's you!!!"

The Pope of the Abyss let out a cry of horror and recognized this person at the first moment and confirmed it!

Six years ago. The mysterious great man who descended into the Abyss Dimension six years ago!!

He turned around and ran without hesitation. No wonder, no wonder he could severely injure the ghost captain with one blow, no wonder he could disperse the primitive fear.
This is a great one, a great one!!

The other true gods were still in shock, as the Pope of the Abyss had already disappeared.

The Lord of Donghong was the first to react and turned around and fled. The Lord of Storm and the Lost Pope also fled without knowing why.

The slowest to react was the Deep Pontiff. He was the weakest of the five true gods and was only at the first step of becoming a true god. He also wanted to escape, but...
A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the clone controlled by Chen Xiang. Five true gods, even this clone cannot handle them at all. If they are hunted down, today will be dangerous.

But a true god, whose breath is still very weak and whose mind has already lost
Try?

The Pope of the Deep turned around and tried to flee, but the great being standing in the mist tapped his staff lightly, and the long river of time jumped, and the fleeing Pope of the Deep was forcibly brought back to his original place!

"Are you the emperor?"

Of course Chen Xiang knew that the Deep Pope was definitely not the one, but he still asked the question. He raised his head calmly, and his [Spiritual Mentor] vibrated slightly.
This spiritual mentor is also composed of millions of monocles, and its power is far greater than before. Under the control of the powerful soul origin of the clone, it bursts out with unimaginable force!
The mysterious mist rolled towards the sky like chains. The Pope of Deepness' heart trembled, and without hesitation, he burst out with all his strength, and a large area of ​​dark color rolled like a tide!
A gloomy color enveloped the entire Tianchuan Province. Space collapsed, and the void dimension briefly appeared. Countless void lives emerged from it, but they were shattered and died the next moment.
The eyes of the 'Speaker of Dusk' hidden in the mist showed a trace of surprise. He sensed that the aura of this true god was far inferior to that of his own clone.

But the spirit of the clone is still giving high-frequency warnings.
The difference between true gods and false gods does not seem to be just a change in quantity. When millions of themselves are gathered together, their power can be comparable to that of a true god of at least the third step, but in the final analysis, they are still false gods.

but
A cold light flashed in the eyes of 'Speaker of Dusk' as he stared at the vast and dark color that covered the entire Tianchuan Province. He did not hesitate to exhaust half of his clone's power and hit the cane again.

Looking back in time.

The deep color rolled and tumbled back, the dead void life recovered, and the broken sky became intact.

"This is time. This is the power of the pillar of time!"

The Pope of Youshen's heart was beating violently, and he couldn't help but murmur, the hairs on his body stood up one by one, he was shocked and terrified to the extreme!
Chen Xiang was afraid of him, and he was also frightened by Chen Xiang.

The Deep Pontiff lost all hope of resistance and fled madly. The 'Speaker of Dusk' stared at his back calmly and struck the ground with his Staff of Time for the third time.

Colorful fragments of time burst out, entangled with the mysterious mist, and turned into an illusory, hazy spear of time and panic that carries a terrifying force!

Chen Xiang pushed the power of fear to the extreme, combined with the manipulation of emotions by the monocle, and the spear of time and panic shot out, accompanied by His indifferent rebuke:
"Since you are not the emperor, it is also offensive, so..."

"A small punishment but a big warning."

The words fell,

The Spear of Time and Terror appeared above the head of the Deep Pontiff and spun down.

The Pope of the Abyss tried his best, unleashing the dark color of the abyss to smash the spear into pieces, but his mind was still frightened, and his reaction was a beat late!
The spear is not only a spear of panic, but also a spear of time, targeting not only the current Pope of the Deep, but also the future one.

The future may be numerous, but at this moment, all possibilities have been narrowed down, leaving only the possibility that the Deep Pope is penetrated - and reflected into reality, reflected into here!
Under the prying and horrified gazes of countless powerful beings, the Deep Pontiff was pierced through the chest by the spear of time and panic from the future.
The spear shattered with a loud bang, and the ferocious fragments of time turned into a tide, washing over His body!
The power of time surges, and the wound is [constant] and [paused]. The wound will always remain at this moment in time, and will not heal with the passage of time, nor will it change due to the healing method.
The Pope of the Deep had his heart pounding and he fled madly, spilling divine blood all over the sky.

More than a dozen true gods from all over the world who were staring and spying on the battle of gods here felt a chill down their spines. They all saw the mystery of that spear.
The injury was constant, which meant that unless a great person, and a great person who had also stepped into the Way of Time, took action,
Otherwise, the Pope of the Deep will always remain in a state of severe injury, will suffer pain all the time, and his own life force and divine essence will be lost all the time!
Is this just a minor punishment?

The gods looked with fear at the terrifying figure shrouded in mysterious mist, and they were terrified.

The great man in the mist seemed to stretch himself and said calmly:

"Extremely boring."

The next moment, He suddenly disappeared into thin air. Even though many True Gods used various secret methods, they could not see the trajectory of His departure.
Well, of course I can't see it.

It didn't leave at all, it just disappeared.

The three strikes of the Time Staff exhausted all the power of the clone, and it fell into a state of extreme fatigue. If it stayed any longer, it would be exposed. Chen Xiang could only quickly dismiss it.
Soon, the uncertain chaos transformed into the form of the "True Shepherd", with three heads and six arms, large white bone wings on his back, and a bronze cross emitting a cold light.

While many True Gods were still watching him, Chen Xiang walked to the window, exposing himself to the gazes of many powerful beings, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations, teacher!"

The last bit of mysterious mist also completely dissipated.

………………

Great city.

Lu Sarah sat by the living room window, staring in the direction of Donghong Kingdom, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself:
"That guy really came back from the eternal void. Teacher, no, why did the Speaker suddenly take action this time?"

He thought hard but could not figure it out no matter how hard he tried. He said with a trembling heart:

"One of the reasons may be to support and endorse the shepherd? Yes, but it is definitely not just that."

While he was thinking, Chen Xin came over, patted Lu Salem's head gently, and sighed:
"Are you missing your elder sister? She should have gone out to sea by now. Don't worry, she will be fine and will definitely find the baby elephant back."

The corners of Lu Sarah's mouth twitched, and a thought was always on Chen Shaoyan who was out to sea, making sure nothing would happen. At this moment, he nodded solemnly:

"Yeah, she'll be fine."

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In the White Star Country, in a huge cathedral supported by eighteen aerospace motherships, the contemporary pope of the Temple of Thought had a solemn expression and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"The shepherd has returned, and the speaker has appeared in the world to take action. This is understandable, but why did the speaker ask the emperor? What happened to the emperor?"

He was puzzled.

An archbishop came hurriedly at this time and said respectfully:

"Your Holiness, Her Majesty the Queen has returned to the capital and is here to see you. She said that the Secret Society has been developing too rapidly recently and should be dealt with. She also wants to discuss the recent war between gods."

"I already know, I will go." The Thinking Pope nodded slightly, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and the snow-white color on his neck was faintly visible.

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Storm Country.

The two true gods who had fled back suddenly looked a little pale, and the Lord of Storm Country swallowed his saliva:

"Just now, the one who called that terrifying unknown creature 'teacher' seemed to be the real shepherd?"

"Yes, it's Him." The Lost Pope looked grim: "He actually returned silently from the eternal void, and is an unknown student who is suspected to be a great being."

The Storm King was silent for a moment and sighed:
"How about we temporarily suspend the hunt for the domestic order cult? This involves a student of a great man, this..."

"Your Majesty, this is not something we can decide." The Lost Pope shook his head: "Ask the oracle."

The Storm King remained silent, his expression uncertain.

After a long while, He sighed:

"Just as you said, I just hope we don't indirectly offend the unknown great being. When giants fight, the ones who die the most are ants like us."

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The capital of Donghong State.

The king fell back into the imperial palace with a bang, sweating profusely.

"Why is the Speaker looking for me?"

"Why??"

The King of Donghong was puzzled, with a trace of fear on his face, and his thoughts were racing.

"Am I exposed?"

"No, it shouldn't be like that. Since the Speaker can stay in the subspace for a long time, he should be on the same front as me."

"No, no, we must speed up the process, the grand sacrificial ceremony must begin, and the seven great masters must descend!"

The King of Donghong has an extremely deep gaze. On the day when the seven masters descend, he will be the most favored one. Even if the price is to use his children as sacrifices and containers, he will not hesitate.

The progress must be accelerated to welcome the arrival of the seven masters. There are only two steps left, a grand ceremony and the help of the forbidden one.
"Come here, pass on my order, prepare the spiritual world ship, and send Xiao Qi to the deep sea in ten days to sacrifice him in the taboo."

Before he finished speaking, the King of Donghong suddenly heard a deafening sound coming from the councillor's order, exploding in his ears!

[The Speaker’s order, emergency meeting! ]

[The Speaker has issued an edict that the Emperor cannot be absent! ]

The face of the King of Donghong suddenly turned pale.

(End of this chapter)