Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

Zhao Qianye smiled slightly, looking calm and in control.

He communicated with the ancient altar, opened the portal to the divine realm, and transported 1000W of faith value into the altar.

"Wow!"

A ray of light soared into the sky, rising from the altar and filling the sky.

At this moment, all creatures in the entire divine domain were affected by this amazing vision, and they all stopped and looked here.

The dwarves saw the astonishing vision and knelt down fervently, muttering prayers and devoting their most loyal faith to the gods they believed in.

The light faded away, revealing a huge dark vortex.

Zhao Qianye seemed to sense that on the other side of the vortex, there were countless thin threads of faith, faintly projecting toward him.

He opened his hands and cheered loudly: "People from the distant star field, I am the Lord of the Dawn, the witness of the mountains, listen to my call, come out, my people..."

As if responding to Zhao Qianye's call, the vortex that had been stable suddenly took a step, and then neatly lined up dwarves emerged from the vortex one after another.

They walked neatly and with a steady momentum, like an elite army that had fought hundreds of battles. They walked down from the altar and lined up in the open space below the altar.

"Whoosh!"

They all knelt down on one knee, with a powerful and shocking kneeling posture, like a roaring mountain forest, and a low and powerful voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the divine realm: "See my Lord!"

Little Os was so shocked by the majestic military power of this group of dwarves that his scalp went numb, as if he had seen the dwarf army under his father's command.

Zhao Qianye was also shocked by the military might of this group of dwarves. But he quickly overcame his shock and shouted majestically: "My people, this will be your home in the future. You must take root and multiply here, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots."

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"I obey my Lord's oracle!"

The dwarves waved their arms and clenched their fists with their right hands to hammer their chests. The orderly momentum was like a roaring mountain forest, which was so shocking that it made people's blood boil.

The corners of Zhao Qianye's mouth turned up, he nodded with satisfaction, and waved his hand, "Go, my people, go and understand everything here, go take root and multiply here!"

Then, he inspired the divine radiance on his spiritual body, soared into the sky, and shot straight into the sky with an astonishing dazzling light, leaving an indelible impression on the hearts of countless dwarves.

On this day, the great gods performed miracles, which were remembered by countless dwarves and became a legend in the future.

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When Zhao Qianye returned to reality, she received a condolence letter from the school in her mailbox, as well as a notice about the early start of winter and summer vacations.

In the condolence letter, the first thing mentioned is congratulations to Zhao Qianye for his amazing performance in this school sports meeting and for awakening his extraordinary talent.

In short, it is a summary, just say whatever is beautiful. At the end of the sentence, in order to express its apology for this unexpected incident, the school will negotiate with Zhao Qianye’s parents on relevant compensation matters. Due to relevant regulations of the alliance, Zhao Qianye at this time

Ye cannot receive any funding, so his compensation will be converted into some compensation for his parents' resources.

Then, the school mentioned this accident again. It was deeply sorry for everything that Zhao Qianye suffered. At the same time, the school had contacted relevant government agencies to strongly condemn what the Bruce family had done in the Black Dragon Mountain Galaxy.

"The school is unprecedented this time! A senior leader of the school, a child of the True God family who has not been recognized by the original rules, is so polite, even to the point of being too polite."

After Zhao Qianye read the letter, he smiled casually and didn't think too much. The school could do this. He was still very angry at what Andrew, an old bastard, did, but he didn't have enough background, so he could only verbally

Condemn it.

at the same time!

News reports in our school, urban areas, provincial capitals, local planets, and even the Yulong Mountain Galaxy, all on the Internet, are broadcasting the story of Andrew being shameless, breaking the rules, killing juniors at will in the virtual universe.

This time, it was like poking a hornet's nest.

Countless internet names, schools, colleges, and even some universities controlled by god families issued strong condemnations. But when the news came out of the Yulong Mountain Galaxy, this sudden wind swept away, and there were no more traces of water.

This is enough to show how shocking the terrifying background of the Bruce family is.

Zhao Qianye came out of the auxiliary warehouse, washed up, and dressed neatly, then sat on the sofa, picked up the tablet, browsed through the news, threw it away casually, and laughed to himself: "The Bruce family is quite powerful.

Even the Goddess of the Dawn doesn't care."

Old John brought a glass of warm water to the young master. When he heard this, he was slightly startled. He rarely answered the question and analyzed the situation on both sides for the young master, "Master, looking at this situation, I'm afraid that Yulong Mountain will not be stable for long."

Zhao Qianye took the water glass, was startled for a moment, and asked dumbly: "Uncle John, do you know something?"

Old John hesitated for a long time, finally shook his head and remained silent.

There must be a reason for the madam not to tell the young master too early about some things. It is not good for him to do this on his behalf.

Regarding the subsequent impact caused by the fall of the God of Thunder, to this day, little guys like Zhao Qianye are not aware of its far-reaching impact.

Zhao Qianye stared at Old John meaningfully and noticed that the other person showed no sign of speaking and said nothing more. He stood up, walked to the study room with a cup in hand, and ordered: "Uncle John, it's nothing important, don't let anyone disturb me.

, I have some personal matters to deal with!"

"Okay, Master!"

Zhao Qianye closed the door, walked to the desk, pulled out the wooden chair and sat down.

Everything on the desk remains as it is.

As before, he rubbed his hands over the surface of the "diary", feeling the faint special rhythm.

After a while, he slowly opened the diary to a blank space, held the quill, dipped it in ink, and recalled the great changes that had happened in the school.

"All the weak in the world cannot protect themselves, let alone pursue the so-called fairness and justice, in a world where the law of the jungle is supreme!"

He scribbled on the paper.

"Strength is the truth?"

"No!"

"All justice and injustice in the world will be demonstrated by justice messengers walking in the world!"

A faint radiance jumped between the lines.

"And I, the incarnation of justice walking in the world, the great Lord of the Dawn, will definitely eradicate all evil and injustice."

As Zhao Qianye wrote this, for some reason, the scene of Andrew's incarnation's huge dazzling light flashing to death in his mind flashed back in his mind.

He was slightly stunned.

"Crack!"

A drop of pitch-black ink dripped at the end of the sentence. The originally jumping and flowing brilliance was filled with an indescribable filth, just like not all living beings in the world can be treated fairly and justly, like Zhao Qianye not long ago.

What happened.

"Damn it!"

When Zhao Qianye saw the ink dripping on the paper, he cursed slightly irritably. He wanted to just tear off the stain, but he hesitated.

He hesitated and then wrote: "Everything within the range of a cannon is the truth?"

"Oh, my heart is confused!"

Zhao Qianye couldn't find the calm and calm atmosphere of his thoughts on weekdays. It was obviously affected by the aftermath of Andrew's bombing. He sighed, dipped in ink, and drew a few faint strokes on the blank page on one side of him to outline a

Evil image.

A ferocious black shadow that almost occupies the entire paper, with fangs and claws spread out, looks like a black dragon. This creature, which represents evil and chaos, is making a threatening gesture towards a small creature surrounded by evil in the center of the paper.

When sketching the image of the tiny creature, Zhao Qianye remembered something and dipped it in ink, sketching the image of the creature into a holy and noble seraph with six wings on its back.