I Kill The Protagonist

Chapter 184: The Core of Belief

A golden bright spot appeared in the sky.

The bright spot grew from small to large, and gradually flew closer, breaking through the barriers of the plane, and falling to the east of the Sacred continent, the Alec Empire.

Royal Palace, Lionheart Castle.

Dorogo Kestrum, today's Alec the Great, raised his noble head.

"Did it finally come down?"

"Faith checkpoint, this gift, do you like it?"

Emperor Dologo looked at the golden light spots that were getting closer, and smiled at the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself.

"Do you like this gift?"

"Then I will sacrifice to you later."

At the time of these two sentences, that huge city-like core of faith was already approaching the capital of the Alec Empire.

The fall of such a huge golden spot should have caused panic throughout the city, but none of the citizens was afraid, or that they could not see this huge golden spot at all.

The citizens couldn't see Pro Dognos, hundreds of thousands of miles away, but clearly witnessed the transfer of authority of the core of faith on this continent and this plane.

There is no plane guardian on the god-given plane, but there is a core of faith.

This core point of belief, like plane inheritance, belongs to the core of panplanet belief and symbolizes the orthodoxy of plane belief.

If Dologo the Great accepts this core point of belief, then the hearts of creatures on the Panplane will naturally have a sense of intimacy and a tendency toward the Dark Demon God that Dologo believes in.

Belief core is a kind of authority related to the orthodoxy of faith on the whole plane, possessing it is equivalent to naturally obtaining public opinion and destiny.

Such a change of authority and reality that affects hundreds of millions of people, as one of the only visible people on land, Pro Dognos both respects and regrets.

"Old friend."

"Ugh."

He sighed, sighed about the death of the Pope, and also sighed about the shift in world orthodoxy.

"Perhaps, I should send that one a gift."

Shaking his head and blowing away the sigh, Pro Dognos quickly adjusted himself, turned and returned to the simple bedroom, silently looking for a handy gift.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome, and those who protect one's life will live forever.

Pro Dognos is not a brave, nor a hero.

He is a scholar who tirelessly explores the truth of the world, and he is also a wise man who is well versed in the changes in the natural laws of the world.

While rationality allows him to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, it also makes him less emotional. But he doesn't mind, because this is how he came through his life.

Pro Dognos never thought that he was the supreme god of the law. For him, he prefers others to call him a scholar of truth.

Explore the truth of magic, the truth of the world, and the unknown truth.

This is what all magicians desire, but only a few people can really carry it through and penetrates the bone deeply beyond the changes of the world.

Therefore, Pro Dognos often needs to search alone, and he is also used to searching alone.

Therefore, he was sad when his old friend left, but he didn't feel the need to make more changes for this.

The way of truth is unimpeded, and the world changes like water.

It flows past, cleanses people's hearts, but is clear and transparent, and does not retain much intensity.

Maybe it's enough to see, or maybe it's old enough.

In the life of Pro Dognos, he never got involved in several changes in the world. This kind of characterization is a strategy and a way of survival.

It belongs to the way of survival of Pro Dognos.

Someone chooses to search alone and only care about their own life.

Then naturally some people will choose to eradicate opposing evils for their own faith.

Just as Emperor Dologo was preparing to welcome the inheritance bestowed by heaven and earth, a scepter with a sharply ground base was pierced from behind Dologo.

The scepter arrived in a flash, bursting into a hot light, and deeply plunged into the heart of Emperor Dologo.

"die!!"

An old woman-like member of the Holy See, dressed in the uniform of the Archbishop of the Holy See, wrinkled his face and screamed out a death word.

"Even you are here? It seems that the Holy See can no longer use other power to deal with me."

Emperor Dologo did not dodge or hide, allowing the scepter held by the old woman to plunge into his heart.

"Su"

Wearing a bundle, the shadow disappears.

The scepter seemed to hit Emperor Dologo, but it only touched his back.

"Too slow, too slow, too slow."

"You are not as fast as that one."

"Where is God's Domain? No way?"

"After sleeping for a long time, has God's Domain disappeared?"

"Tsk tusk tusk, they are already standing in the coffin with their feet, do you want to die twice?"

...

Dologo's shadow jumped for a moment, and he shuttled through the entire palace hall. Countless shadows appeared, and if there were multiple clones, they spread throughout the hall.

The old woman struggled to catch up, but every time she waved her own scepter, she plunged into black shadows.

Everywhere in the shadow, Dologo also left phantoms everywhere.

"It's boring, you're so old that you only have a god-level skin."

"No, you may not even be able to match Sanctuary."

"The Holy See seems to be no one."

"The battle of the gods will end sooner than the twenty years I expected."

"A contemporary pope has died. Today, the Sacred Holy See will die another predecessor."

...

Dologo has made a leap in strength, and his personality has also changed drastically. Originally full of affinity, he always likes to chatter, chattering like if he is a villain. Show yourself, but also release the dissatisfaction that has been tolerated for decades.

Those magnanimous, those great and square, those tolerant and friendly, for him, are all torture.

He was anxious and resentful.

This kind of hatred melted into his figure, this kind of resentment melted into his divine power.

A black phantom appeared, it was a dark demon god who was silent and closed his eyes, but was terrifying.

"New offering."

"New faith."

"new world."

The chant of three arias, three chains that stretch out slowly.

The complicated spells gushed out one after another, one by one attached to the shackles that appeared suddenly.

The fragile and decayed iron chain seemed to touch the broken shackles, thus binding another legendary existence of the Holy See.

"Crack, click, click"

The chain wrapped around the legendary body, confining her hands and feet, and even her head.

"My God is always there."

The old woman gradually couldn't breathe as she twisted the tightened chains, contracted and squeezed little by little. But she did not speak much, and blew out the four words hoarse.

My God is always there.

"Crack, click, click"

The old woman's god did not respond to her.

The chain continued to tighten.

Dologo appeared at this moment, standing in the palace hall. Looking up at the mid-air, the old woman was gradually collapsed.

"puff"

"Snapped"

The physical explosion arrived as promised, and blood spilled on Dologo.

Facing the blood rain and the body that had been squeezed apart, he did not dodge or hide, raising his hands high.

Welcome that has arrived....

Coming after the rain of blood, the golden light is as huge as a city...

The core of faith!