Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

The school's senior officials, some of the school leaders who reacted quickly, saw Adolf leaving in despair. They suddenly thought of something, opened their eyes wide, and exclaimed: "He, he..."

They pointed at Zhao Qianye on the battlefield, their scalp numb with shock, and screamed: "That boy, is using the descendants of the Bruce family as a whetstone for his understanding of the priesthood?"

As observers, Du Juan and Yue Qianshan were shocked. They looked at each other with shock on their faces. Based on their knowledge, after a moment of thinking, they agreed: "If you put it this way, then all this can be explained.

Already."

The more powerful the priesthood is, the more difficult it is to comprehend, and the less traces there are to follow. But today, with the development of divine civilization for hundreds of thousands of years, the understanding of some powerful priesthoods still leaves some traces based on the speculation and summary of the ancestors.

For example: the priesthood of wisdom and knowledge, which can rely on reading a lot of books, literacy and reasoning, and has a higher chance of understanding; and for example, the priesthood of judgment and the priesthood of truth that Zhao Qianye embodied this time both have related know-how.

It's just a priesthood of judgment and truth, and ordinary people don't know what it means.

But how many years have passed since no one dared to use a man who was countless times more powerful than themselves as a touchstone when understanding this powerful priesthood?

Once upon a time, there were many brilliant geniuses who were so arrogant, but their endings were really tragic, so tragic that it would send chills down the spine.

The tiger’s butt is really hard to touch!

"This child, this child...how can he be so wild and ridiculous?"

Liu Xiyue thought of the same thing. She was nervous and frightened, and said incoherently, "What should we do now? The Judgment Priesthood is an existence that can attack the Chief Priesthood. How could this child Qianye be so careless?"

Zhao Dingnan put his arms around his wife's shoulders and pretended to smile calmly, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his heart, "Children from other families have evoked the origin of the universe and manifested their own priesthood. Their parents don't know what to do.

How can we be so happy that it falls on us and worry about gains and losses?"

Liu Xiyue somehow calmed down when she saw her husband's calm and calm smile. She leaned on her husband's broad shoulders and murmured worries to herself: "Yue'er never thought that our son would be better than

Their parents are even more powerful, and they never hope so!"

As she spoke, she raised her head to look at her husband's angular profile, and said happily: "I never thought that one day, our Zhao and Liu families, the two great gods, would be unable to protect our son Zhou Quan!"

Zhao Dingnan's body trembled, and there was a hint of regret for his son in his eyes. In a flash, if the Zhao and Liu families were stronger, how could they be like this today?

He sighed secretly, patted his wife's shoulder with his big hand, pretended to be confident, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my husband is here, this sky will not fall!"

"Um!"

Liu Xiyue's eyes were slightly red, but she hummed happily, quietly leaning on her husband's shoulder and looking at the battlefield.

On the battlefield!

All the centaurs were killed, leaving no one alive. The dwarves who had already killed the red-eyed dwarves, just as they said at the beginning, cut off the heads of the centaurs and piled them at the feet of the corpses of their dead compatriots to show the glory and achievements of their dead compatriots.

The dwarves looked at their dead compatriots, and even the dwarves, no matter how fierce they were on the battlefield, began to cry bitterly.

"Uncle Blair..."

Little York wiped away the stains on Blair's face and looked at his close relative who still had a peaceful look on his face even after death. He whimpered bitterly, like a stray puppy living on the street with no one caring about him.

Although little Oss looked sad, he could not let the sadness spread. He patted little York on the shoulder and pretended to comfort him: "Their souls will rest in peace, little York, you have to cheer up."

It was okay that he didn't comfort her, but when he opened his mouth, it made little York even more sad.

"Why, why do you think this is happening?"

Little York cried in despair, "Our hometown was so beautiful and rich. Why are we far away from the control of the evil god, and some of our loved ones still die?"

Little Os was silent, he didn't know how to answer his playmate's soul torture.

"I'll answer your question, my warrior!"

A deep and powerful voice came from high in the sky.

On the viewing stand!

The parents and students who were about to leave, when they saw this scene, somehow stopped and looked at the battlefield again.

The cruelty and bloody nature of the real battle made everyone feel heavy. The students saw the cruelty of the war, and the parents, who had experienced similar scenes countless times, sighed. But when they saw Zhao Qianye as a god, they seemed to be crying.

When they were about to intervene in the matter of licking their wounds, everyone was surprised. They were a little curious about how this genius monster would react?

Is it persuasion?

Or comfort?

Or is it an overbearing scolding?

When the dwarves saw the gods descending from the sky, they stood up one after another and raised their chests in respect and awe, saying, "My god is above!"

Zhao Qianye floated low in the sky, looking at the sad and grieving little York with majestic eyes, and asked: "Do you know what all this is for?"

Little York shook his head.

As living beings wallowing in the world, they have never thought about, nor dare to imagine, why they live and what they live for, which is the ultimate question full of philosophy and wisdom.

"Do you think they died in agony?"

Zhao Qianye asked again.

"I don't know, I really don't know!"

Little York cried and covered his face, "I only know that my heart seems to have been ripped out."

The dwarves were infected by the sadness and cried in sadness.

After more than ten years of peace, before they could forget the pain of the past, the separation of their loved ones happened again. Can they not be sad?

Zhao Qianye sighed, "They are still alive!"

All the dwarves' bodies trembled, their eyes lit up, and they all looked at the gods they feared. They believed that the gods they believed in would never deceive them.

Zhao Qianye suddenly smiled mysteriously and asked little Aos: "Did you say that, Mr. Aos?"

Little Os felt a wave of enthusiasm spreading from the bottom of his heart, and a light suddenly appeared in his mind, but for some reason, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Zhao Qianye waved his hand, and a breeze blew across the battlefield, as if opening a curtain to hide the truth of the world, and said seriously to the dwarves: "They are the warriors of the Red Hearth Clan!"

The dwarves' eyes shone and they nodded in unison.

"Mortals are destined to die, which may be lighter than a feather or heavier than a mountain. These warriors, with the great blood of Turin flowing in their bodies, used the swords and shields in their hands to protect their homes and loved ones. Although their bodies fell, they

His spirit and will will never be destroyed, and together with all the warriors who will go to the battlefield in the future, they will protect their loved ones. Although they are dead, aren't they still alive?"

Little Os felt a rush of heat pouring directly into his forehead, and a vague impulse burst out in his heart.

He clenched his fists excitedly and shouted in response: "Yes, Uncle Blair, and our compatriots who died in the war, they have not fallen, and they will not fall. They will always live in our hearts, and will protect our homeland and society with us."

Dearest relative!"

The dwarves' eyes shone brightly, and they roared excitedly, "They are not dead, and they will never die!"

However, all the dwarves' eyes were blurred by hot tears.