Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 395 Ancient God

Fast City.

The location of a branch temple of the Pantheon.

The black wizard Abbott knelt before a huge statue, uttering a devout prayer.

"Great and merciful Lord, your glory shines upon the earth and will never be extinguished."

"The devout servant bows in worship..."

"Lord!"

"..."

"Abbott!" A voice devoid of any emotion entered Abbott's ears, causing him to stiffen.

Armor Technique!

Flash Spell!

Automatic avoidance!

……

Several spells were activated simultaneously, and a supernatural object resembling a scroll appeared in Abbott's hand.

"it's me."

The voice remained calm and unhurried:

"Seraph!"

Ok?

Abbott looked in the direction of the voice, his expression changed slightly, and then he bowed devoutly to the other person:

"Great Singer, Madman, one of the Twelve Sages, I wonder what your purpose is in coming here?"

Seraphim!

One of the twelve sages of the Pantheon.

It was once a high-ranking angel beside an ancient deity, a creator and transmitter of heat. It did not engage in any labor; its sole mission (or essence) was to praise God and display His glory.

With the fall of the gods, the seraphim also acquired some of the qualities of a deity, becoming one of the forefathers of the pantheon.

"A message has come from the Divine Orbit: a traitor has appeared in Fast City. I've come to eliminate him."

The seraph, dressed in a long white robe and carrying a strange cane inlaid with a huge emerald, walked barefoot to Abbott's side:

"What extraordinary events have occurred here in the last two weeks?"

"Please wait a moment."

The dark wizard Abbott bowed respectfully and gently waved his staff, revealing a book that recorded various events.

The Book of Omniscience!

Fourth-order strange item.

This book will automatically record any extraordinary events within hundreds of miles of the holder, provided that the extraordinary events do not exceed the limit of its ability.

That is, the fourth order.

soon.

Several unusual and extraordinary events are briefly described before a person and a god.

"Well……"

The seraphim narrowed their eyes slightly:

"A golden scarab beetle?"

"A mine!"

"The great praiser," the dark wizard Abbott said, bowing his head.

"Since this involves traitors, shouldn't we inform the Glorious Sage and His Highness Remiel?"

The Pantheon has twelve sages, half of whom are in a 'dormant' state, while the other half each have their own territory.

Fast City,

It belongs to Remiller.

"Oh……"

The seraphs lowered their heads, their eyes, formed from pure holy light, fixed on the dark wizard Abbott:

"You believe in the gods, not in any particular sage."

"Remirer..."

"She has long since abandoned her former faith and is no longer committed to resurrecting the gods; perhaps one day she will become a rebel."

Ah!

Abbott was dumbfounded. He knew that the Pantheon was not united and that the struggle between various forces was very complicated.

But I didn't expect it.

Even the Twelve Sages of the past are in this state?

"Let's go."

The emerald on the seraph's cane emitted a green light, tearing through space and opening a passage.

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"The great praiser."

In the dark, deep underground, the black wizard Abbott asked in a low voice:

"What's the situation with this rebel?"

The so-called rebels are those who have obtained the power left behind by the gods but do not dedicate themselves to resurrecting them.

Instead, they seized the power of the gods for themselves and even turned against the temple of the gods.

Such beings must be killed and the power belonging to the gods reclaimed; this is also the primary responsibility of the Pantheon.

of course……

There is another kind of existence.

They also possess divine power, but it was not obtained by the gods after their death, but through other opportunities.

"It is an ancient god."

The seraphs who sing praises whisper:

"Originally an ancient existence sealed in the ruins of time, it came to power because of the hibernation of the gods."

Ancient gods?

Abbott nodded slowly.

Long, long ago, many ancient gods appeared on this continent, some of whom were even older than the gods themselves.

However, being ancient does not mean being powerful.

The power of gods lies partly in themselves and partly in faith, but the ancient gods had no faith.

Perhaps...

Abbott could potentially kill or seal an ancient god.

"arrive."

The seraph who sang the praises stopped and looked at the patterns on the ground and the scarabs swarming towards him.

"Light!"

He spoke of light, and light appeared in the field.

The light was initially very soft, but in an instant it became dazzling and blinding, and then there was nothing but light.

The seraphs who sing praises are like the blazing sun fallen to earth, their endless light and heat washing away everything.

"Sizzle..."

Under the light, the swarming scarabs let out mournful cries and were reduced to ashes in droves.

"Walk!"

The two continued on their way.

Wherever the seraphim who sing praises pass, light surges, and any power that does not belong to him is purified.

Even the power of the ancient gods is the same!

"clatter……"

He paused in his steps.

The dark wizard Abbott strode forward, carefully examined the patterns on the ground, and finally gave his answer:

"It must be due to tectonic movement that the seal here broke down, causing the power of the ancient gods to leak out."

He looked up and said:

"We can reseal it."

"No!"

The seraph, the one who sang the praises, gently shook his head:

"Now that it has emerged from the ruins of time, even if it is resealed, it will revive sooner or later."

Abo gave a thumbs-up.

The Ruins of Time is a prison built by the gods, where whispering demons, evil gods, and even ancient gods are imprisoned.

There,

Time stands still, and all things return to nothingness.

The Pantheon only inherited a portion of the gods' power and is far from being able to rebuild the Ruins of Time.

Since we can't completely drive them out, let's just annihilate them.

The Singer is a peak fourth-tier powerhouse, and in terms of strength, he is among the top ancient gods.

especially,

The target cannot be moved yet!

"You are guilty!"

Looking straight ahead, the Seraphim, the singer, lightly raised his scepter, and the light transformed into countless arrows that pierced the void.

"what!"

A scream rang out.

…………

Barrow carefully made his way forward, touching the stone wall.

It was so dark here that even with his genetic mutation, he could hardly see anything more than a meter away.

It was completely silent; not a sound could be heard.

Where am I?

He was filled with unease, already having a bad feeling.

There are similar records in the Night Watch's documents, suggesting that he may have entered a dimensional space.

To get out, unless one is a third-order space-type superhuman, there is almost no hope.

"Snap, snap..."

A strange noise came from ahead.

Barrow clenched his fist, and the extraordinary item, the Thunder Gauntlet, burst forth with dazzling lightning, blasting forward.

"Bang!"

More than ten black beetles were instantly shattered.

"when……"

"It's me!"

"Miss Monica, Mr. Blaise!"

Upon seeing an acquaintance, even knowing his chances of survival were slim, Barrow felt a sense of relief.

"What's the situation now?"

"We must have been dragged into the dimensional space belonging to that ancient god," Monica said, lighting a torch to illuminate the surroundings.

"The bad news is that we may be stuck here for the rest of our lives."

"The good news is..."

"The ancient god's power is not strong, or rather, being sealed away, He cannot use very powerful methods. We don't need to worry about safety issues for the time being."

"Superhumans, ancient gods, dimensional spaces..." Blaze's eyes were lifeless as he gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"If I hadn't witnessed this with my own eyes, I would have doubted the reality of the world."

"Mr. Blaise," Barrow began to advise.

"I was very scared at first too, but you just need to..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, the area suddenly trembled violently, and countless stones rained down from the sky.

"What happened?"

Blaise screamed in terror.

"He's in trouble!" Monica, however, beamed with delight.

"Someone is attacking the Old Gods!"

Whoever it is, being able to injure an ancient god through a barrier must be a powerful being, which is a good thing for them.

"what!"

Screams echoed in the darkness, the vibrations grew more intense, and various strange noises accompanied them.

"die!"

"Die!"

"I don't want to die!"

"..."

"Hehe..." Just then, a delicate and cute little girl appeared in front of the three of them.

The little girl took a bite of a red apple, her gaze sweeping over the three of them before settling on Monica.

"Little girl, how about we make a deal?"

"trade."

Monica shielded Blaze and slowly backed away:

"Are you an ancient god sealed here?"

"That's right." The little girl shrugged.

"I've been sealed away for so many years, and I've finally gotten the chance to get out, but I'm about to die."

"What a pity."

"If you hadn't done evil, you wouldn't have been sealed away," Barrow hissed.

"Let us go, and maybe the person outside will spare you because of your kindness."

"Impossible." The little girl shook her head:

"That person wants the divine power within me, so he definitely won't let me go. But if I die, you will all die too."

She licked her lips and said:

"Monica, right?"

"If you help me escape, I will let you live. Your blood can break the seal that binds me."

"Oh, right!"

The little girl smiled and said:

"The person outside who wants to kill me comes from some temple of gods, and the people there seem to be your mortal enemies."

(End of this chapter)