Chapter 263: A Cult That Doesn't Exist

"Cough, cough, cough! You little bastard...Your uncle, demolish the house!" Danatus' dissatisfied voice sounded.

Looking around, I saw that the original platform had long since disappeared, leaving only ruins.

The exquisite stairs have also been turned into rubble, the smoke and dust are stirring, and there is a miasma of smoke. There is only one throne of bones suspended above the ruins, and a talisman on the throne of bones exudes a mysterious atmosphere, protecting the entire throne of bones.

Danatus looked down at Minsk, who was squatting on the edge of the throne: "Smelly boy, you are not dead..."

"Not yet~"

"Have you been chatting like this?"

"It seems to be! What's the matter?"

"God damn 'not yet', what do you mean, are you planning to die later? Do you want me to book a date for you and give you a grand funeral!" Danatus pouted, Then he looked at the endless void behind the ruins: "Come out, what are you waiting for?"

As soon as the voice fell, several figures floated out from the darkness.

"Haha, good boy, I didn't expect you to actually get the inheritance in the end! Not bad! You didn't embarrass me!" Jackal-headed Anubis said with a smile, and patted Minsk on the shoulder.

Hela: "Danatus, our mission has been completed, what next?"

An angel with pure black wings slowly appeared in the darkness, and looked at Danatus: "'Burial Ground' is about to collapse!"

"The sea of ​​blood has already begun to flood the wasteland, and the mountain of corpses collapsed again. On the outer battlefield, all the wraiths have dissipated because of the summoning of the 'Dead Soul Song'... This time the game is a bit big!"

Anubis: "Haha, Hades, what do you mean by playing too big! This is cool, okay... You haven't seen that kid from the welfare family, it's very interesting."

Hela: "But his aura seems to have dissipated..."

During the speech, all the gods of death looked at Danatus, and Hades said coldly: "I remember that person seemed to ask you to protect the child..."

"Eh..." Danatus felt a chill in his heart, and a little sweat appeared on his bald skull.

Long live! That kid really killed himself? Danatus felt as if a blood-red word 'Danger' appeared above his head.

Anubis looked at Danatus with a smirk on his face: "Hey, was it killed by your eyeballs! Hahaha... You are in trouble!"

Hela: "Anyway, this is Danatus's business and has nothing to do with us! Our mission has been completed, what will happen next?"

Danatus: "According to the plan, after the space is broken, we can leave here and enter the 'Place of Resting Soul' through the key of the 'Death Mausoleum' on the little guy named Tom, and then I don't know. That person Said, when we get to the 'Death God's Tomb', we will naturally know what will happen next."

Hela: "Well! The space is about to shatter, Goutou, you lock on that child named Tom, and we will enter his body now."

Anubis gave Hela a blank look: "Don't call me a dog head!"

Speaking of which, Anubis looked at Danatus again: "That kid is really dead? Why don't I believe it so much?"

"Hey, I can't feel his breath either,

Even the blood connection has disappeared, in this case... what a pity! "Danatus said and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know if that person will vent his anger on you and me after knowing this..."

Hela: "Without you and me, only you!"

"Hella, it's a good thing we've known each other for hundreds of years, can you show some face! There are younger generations here!" Danatus said dissatisfied.

Danatus was about to continue arguing with Hela when he saw the silent black-feathered angel saying, "Misubet! Not dead yet..."

"What?" Everyone was shocked, and they sensed that they had indeed found the dying Misubet, struggling in the ruins.

...

"Ahem..." A gulp of yellow-black mucus spewed out from Misubet's mouth. At this moment, Misubet was extremely miserable. His entire lower body had disappeared, his right arm was broken, and the magic wand in his hand was nowhere to be seen. Where was it thrown, even so Misubet still did not fall.

Looking around, I saw that I was in a huge deep pit. The diameter of the deep pit was almost tens of kilometers. Under the deep pit, a dragging gully was formed. At the end of the gully, this tall sphere was stagnant. The sphere as a whole exudes a blood-red luster, which is exactly the blood moon that was originally suspended in the air.

Misubet's eyes didn't stay on the falling blood moon for too long, but stared at a figure about twenty meters away beside him.

That figure is Qin Weijie. At this time, Qin Weijie still maintains the posture of falling to the ground, but there is no scar on his body. A simple magic wand with six silver and white textures hangs on his body, forming an ice blue protection. cover.

The previous fall of the blood moon was because of the protection of this magic wand, Qin Weijie's 'corpse' was not crushed by the blood moon.

"This body can't hold it anymore...Fortunately, that guy's body is still intact!" Misubet struggled to get closer to Qin Weijie: "Finally...Finally, God favored me! Haha...The Death Curse took it away." All your vitality just happens to be my container!"

Fifteen meters, twelve meters, ten meters, five meters...

Misubet approached Qin Weijie's body little by little, with fiery eyes, as if he saw a bright future.

However, at this moment, an old figure suddenly appeared in front of Misubet, blocking Misubet's way forward.

Misubet dragged his broken body, looked up with all his strength, gritted his teeth in a hoarse and dirty voice: "Boris Foley!"

"False gods! Don't even think about touching the younger generation of my welfare family!" Burles shouted angrily, like a raging lion.

After a short period of astonishment, Misubet discovered that Burres was actually injured, and it seemed that the injuries were still serious. Apart from the shock injury caused by the fall of the blood moon, there were many other wounds on Burres' body. The most serious wound was a blood hole in the abdomen, and blood was still flowing out continuously at this moment.

"You ignorant ant, you want to stop me with your severely injured body! Get out of here..." Misubet said, a gloomy green flashed in his eyes.

Bores looked at Misubate's gloomy green eyes, and was instantly taken two steps back. Blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices. Bores felt as if someone had placed a kick in his mind. , his brain was buzzing, and the cerebral thrombosis he had suffered for many years was shaken away.

"Psychological attack!" Burres exclaimed, and the blood in his mouth couldn't help coughing out.

"Boris can't stop you, I wonder if I can?"

Misubet followed the prestige, and saw a young man with a gun on his waist looking at him jokingly. The young man had a large area of ​​black magic burn marks on his body, but most of them were skin trauma, and he was still in good spirits. .

"Bores, for Vijay's sake, I won't kill you now! Anyway, you are a useless person. The Eye of Danatus survived this battle in name only, and you can't do anything to Gellert's plan. threatened."

"What on earth is Grindelwald going to do? Why does the existence of the Eye of Danatus affect his plan!?" Burles was relieved when he saw Credence appearing, and he was not worried about Misubet's reaction. What kind of threat did Qin Weijie pose? After all, with the existence of Credence, Misubet, who has been so severely injured in Chengdu, can't make any waves.

Credence smiled slightly, and muttered in his mouth: "Every time I remember, worship, and praise Him from the bottom of my heart, because He is our only Creator, and only the Lord is worthy of such commemoration, worship, and praise." Praise. I am willing to be the lamb of the Lord. All living beings in the world are the Creator’s shepherds. Those who stray, deviate, and disloyal, need our butcher knife to end their sins and dedicate themselves to the Creator..."

"The Creator shepherds the sheep!? You are the Creator shepherds?" Burres looked shocked.

It never occurred to him that the famous Grindelwald was actually the "creator shepherd", the one who had cooperated with the Eye of Danatus for twenty years.

Credence shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm not a believer in the 'Creator Shepherd'...or to put it another way, the 'Creator Shepherd' doesn't exist at all...it's just one created by Grindelwald's 'saints' It's just a non-existent cult organization.

Those so-called teachings are nothing more than copying the teachings of Muggle Christianity, Catholicism, Judaism and other religions. It's okay to find a few chattering guys to read a few words and put on a show. After all, Grindelwald would not want to blatantly infiltrate the French Ministry of Magic. "

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