Chapter 1019： Winter Hunter (1/2)

One after another phantom avatars were dragged out of the air by Rosetta, throwing them into the burning brazier like throwing firewood into the fire. Some of these phantoms were sluggish, some were fresh, and some were burning. While silent in the middle, some kept uttering frantic curses, and even more phantoms made roars that contained powerful pollution power that humans could not understand and utter. That voice could make the bravest warriors shudder and make Ordinary people fell into madness-but no matter what they did, they could only be thrown into the brazier without resistance, and the flame of the latter gradually became iron-colored and burned more vigorously.

Finally, even Malm Dunnet’s phantom appeared in the flames. The phantom became more and more real, and he shouted:

"Rosetta! I curse you! You depraved betrayer of the gods! You will not end well, and you will not end well against the gods!"

"Stop it, stop it, you are doomed to be useless like this, how can a great **** be manipulated by mortals, your arrogance will make you into a dead end...Stop it! Your blind confidence is baseless..."

"What's the point of doing this? You worked so hard to make an empire strong, but only to push it into the abyss at this time? Look at what you are doing... You ruined so many who were loyal to you. people……"

The sound in the flames sometimes furious, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes rigorously criticizing, sometimes softening their attitude and pleading, but Rosetta just performed her actions unhurriedly, until after more than a dozen incarnations. Lifted his eyelids and glanced at the flame: "Do you know why you have so many avatars captured by me?"

"you……"

"You trust your **** too much, but the **** is not as invulnerable as you think-the Augustus family has been dealing with the'god' for two hundred years, and I can smell the'promoted' possession with my eyes closed. The stench radiating from the mortal body... After realizing the influence you exerted on Pedinan and separating the first'incarnation' sample from him, all your actions in Typhon are completely exposed to me. ."

"You..." In the depths of the flames, Malm Dunit's phantom suddenly widened his eyes. He seemed to wake up from a big dream, and finally exclaimed, "It's the curse... the curse that entangled the Augustus family ...You actually compromised with him?!"

"No," Rosetta stared at the flames calmly, another incarnation of Malm Dunit condensed from the air, and was pushed into the brazier without hesitation. "This is just a deal."

"Deal...deal..." Malm Dunnett's projection in the flames suddenly muttered with his head down, which soon turned into an irresistible ridicule, "Haha, hahaha...deal! Luo! Seta, you have finally gone this way too! You think you can benefit from trading with the gods, but there is nothing more ridiculous than this! You, and you have fallen one after another during the two hundred years Ancestor, you are equally arrogant and stupid... Rosetta, it seems that you are nothing special..."

Rosetta Augustus didn’t seem to hear the taunts coming from the flames. He just quietly dragged out the last incarnation of Malm Dunit he had captured from the air, unhurriedly He threw it into the brazier, then walked to a long table beside him blankly, and reached out and picked up something on the table.

It was the iron scepter that once belonged to Malm Dunit, and it was a symbol of the gods of war and popes in the past.

When he saw the scepter, Malm Dunnett in the flame suddenly fell silent. He finally fully understood Rosetta’s plan, but he did not continue to curse or ridicule, but used a sad The tone said: "Are you really going to take this step? Rosetta... We used to be friends. Even though we took different paths, we used to be very good friends, right? I was the first to understand your ideals. Man, when you are questioned by nobles and religious leaders, the Church of God of War is the first to stand up and support your coronation. Even your weakening of the church’s position over the years is due to my cooperation..."

"Yes, Malm Dunit was my friend." Rosetta returned to the brazier holding the scepter, staring blankly at the phantom in the flame, then raised the scepter slightly. Therefore, you who don't know anything are even less qualified to continue to make noise here with his face!"

Before the words fell, the scepter was already covered with a sacred and vast brilliance, and the flames in the brazier suddenly burned, and the iron-gray color filled the flames. All of Malm Dunit’s words He was completely swallowed by the flames derived from his own beliefs-in the next second, Rosetta slammed the scepter heavily on the ground, and the iron rod hit the carpeted slate ground, and it was like a war hammer blow. A loud noise like a shield!

"Boom—"

The entire Winter Fortress seemed to hear this loud noise, and then, the illusory bells and horns suddenly resounded across the sky!

Rosetta Augustus raised her head, and the illusory and empty "eye of the god" emerged behind him. His gaze penetrated the heavy stone dome and stared at the door slowly opening in the sky without fear. , The unfolding flags and the illusory array of spears, a giant covered in iron armor has walked out of the gate, with a certain insane posture, making a frantic babble, one step Step and the giant phantom that wandered between heaven and earth overlapped.

"The Pope's lofty sacrifice can be used as the ultimate sacrifice, performing a far beyond the conventional'God's Descending Technique', and if the **** has the will to go to this world, then he can even descend into the world in his body..." Rosetta seemed to He whispered to himself, "Really rigid'rules'... As long as the Pope sacrifices, it turns out that the parties do not need to voluntarily."

"These rigid rules constitute the cornerstone of the operation of the gods, and we are strong because of them, and because of them, we are also prisoners." The illusory, hollow eyes trembled behind him, making a low voice, "The avatar you captured is not actually Marr. All of Dunit’s, but more than half...enough to pull the God of War into the world."

"After the fall of the God of War, will the remaining incarnation of Malm Dunit disappear with the smoke?" Rosetta asked without looking back.

"Now I start to think about things after my victory? Really positive and optimistic..." The hollow eyes seemed to sneer, but they answered the question directly, "You don't need to worry about this, your poor old friend. Now he is relying on the power of the God of War to maintain the half-life, undead, chaotic and degenerate state. As long as this power disappears, he will naturally disappear completely, no longer threaten the world, and get liberated in a certain sense. As for now... …Just pay attention to what you have to face, the existence that you take the initiative to challenge...He has already come."

"I will face Him by myself--you can do your thing well."

"Of course, this is part of the contract."

...

The sound of bells and horns reverberating between the heavens and the earth gradually became clear from a chaotic and ethereal state, and gradually became a burst of almost deafening roars, the clouds split, and the sky seemed to have opened a hole, and the wind was wrapped in it. The rain and snow roared and raged, and the miracle of the blizzard took shape in an instant-the miracle of the magic that originally required a large number of high-ranking priests to work hard to perform, here turned out to be a wave of waves when the gods came.

Beyond the edge of the blizzard, the prayers in the large assembly hall were still layered, and there was no sign of stopping. The priests who had completely lost their human minds shook their bodies around the sacrificial fire that had been completely stained with iron gray. They chanted a poem dedicated to the **** of war, and there was a buzzing resonance inside their bodies. Some strange and mutated organs sang more obscure and incomprehensible outside the human voice, and around these priests, On the edge of the assembly hall, the obsidian imperial soldiers wearing black armor had their swords out of their sheaths, and every soldier was nervously watching the commander's subtle movements.

The distant bell rang for the seventeenth time. The commander glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand and looked at the sky outside the window. He saw a huge, hazy, giant shadow suddenly appeared in the blizzard. There was a feeling that the heart was being grasped fiercely-the next moment, he shouted: "Kill all the priests! Hurry!"