Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

When Zhao Qianye saw that everything was on track for the dwarves, and there was no need to worry about the dwarves starving to death due to lack of food for the time being, he returned to the main material plane.

He left the auxiliary warehouse. Uncle John, the old butler, had already prepared everything. After washing, he simply ordered a meal and entered the study.

As before, Old John poured a glass of warm water for the young master, placed it on the side of the desk, and silently exited the study.

Zhao Qianye pulled up his chair and sat down, looking at the "diary" placed in the center of the desk. As usual, he carefully rubbed and felt the faint special rhythm on the diary, recalling the recent events in his heart.

, and slowly fell into deep thought.

I don’t know how long it has been!

He came back from his thoughts, opened the heavy diary, and stopped at a blank page.

Dip it in specially treated ink, hold the quill in hand, ponder for a moment, and write in a swipe:

"Every great eternity will surely experience hardships and tests!"

"Life and death are all in one thought!"

"I want to become a god, but ordinary people can't stop me, and they do it blatantly!"

"The angels in the higher heavens will welcome Yu Wu's arrival! I am the incarnation of justice walking in the world, and all evil will have no escape under my gaze."

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation jumped between the words.

As Zhao Qianye wrote this, he put his quill into the ink bottle, dipped it in ink, paused, thought for a while, and slowly sketched an ancient gate to a high-level paradise on the blank paper in his left hand.

A huge ancient gate to heaven stands tall on the earth. The dazzling golden light is so bright that mortals cannot look directly at it.

The strange fluctuations in the picture became more intense. The picture was clearly outlined with ink, but now it burst into astonishing brilliance.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Qianye's thoughts moved, the tip of his pen turned, and under the ancient door that was blooming with dazzling light, he outlined a figure with six wings on its back, which was even more dazzling, like a seraph under the scorching sun, wearing solar armor.

Seraph's body was protected by solar armor. Under his face, except for a pair of majestic eyes that no mortal could dare to look directly at, his entire face was protected by a helmet, and his aura was as bright as the scorching sun.

An exaggerated broad sword, a long sword that symbolizes the glory of justice, is held tightly by Seraph, with the tip of the sword facing outward, as if facing an evil villain who is provoking justice.

The simple outline of the picture is extremely expressive.

Zhao Qianye dipped his hands in ink and drew a few short but aura-filled dwarf warriors in a small corner of the Gate of Heaven. They made an attack posture, as if they were facing an unknown enemy.

In order to make the whole picture more three-dimensional when the dwarf warriors are shrouded in the bright halo of the Seraph, Zhao Qianye dipped his quill into another bottle of ruby-like liquid and made a few strokes in a few places in the whole picture.

The six wings of the Seraph, in addition to the dazzling halo, are simply outlined with a red dotted line to outline a flame-like halo; the tip of the broad sword in his hand is outlined with a series of bright red blood, as if it comes from the blood of the devil.

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The blood, as bright as a ruby, intertwined under the flames of justice, glows with a different kind of beauty.

The dwarf warriors are the leader. Their beards are all red, as red as flames, and their eyes are as deep as burning flames, making it impossible for mortals to look directly.

After Zhao Qianye finished sketching, he dipped in ink on the paper in his right hand. Just when he was about to express his inner excitement, for some reason, the terrifying family background behind Adolf suddenly appeared in his mind.

He sighed inexplicably.

"Snapped!"

Just as he hesitated, a drop of dark ink rolled down on the blank paper, right below the end of what he just said.

A strange and evil wave rolled on the ink.

He seemed to feel something!

Zhao Qianye hesitated for a moment, then continued writing as he thought in his heart:

"Will good triumph over evil?"

The black ink was stirred by strange fluctuations, like a stream merging into a river. Suddenly, it flowed to the end of this sentence. In an instant, the whole sentence seemed to be contaminated by evil, with wisps of righteousness fighting against evil.

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The strong evil breath is rolling and jumping, as if responding to the call from the underworld.

Zhao Qianye frowned, and a strong disgust arose in his heart, like a beloved thing being defiled.

He picked up his pen and wrote again:

"No!"

"Justice will surely defeat evil. I am the embodiment of justice and a messenger of justice walking in the world. I hold the authority to judge all evils, and they will have no escape under my watch."

"Buzz!"

A powerful wave of justice jumped between the lines, suddenly crushing the breath of evil just now.

"The ancient laws of the higher heavens restrain all evil in the world. Oh! The Lord of the Dawn, the watcher of the mountains, wherever he looks, there is a place shrouded in light."

"Buzz!"

An astonishingly powerful golden light bloomed from the book.

"Wow!"

As if confirming some kind of cosmic truth, the powerful fluctuations that jumped between the words suddenly confirmed each other with the longed-for ancient patterns across the shore, turning into a shocking light and rushing out of the paper.

At this moment, the entire study was enveloped in a frightening light of justice. A powerful aura twisted and deformed, turning into streaks of golden light and appearing in the study.

The towering ancient gate to heaven, the Seraph with six wings on its back, holds the sword of justice in its hand, wears solar armor, and floats out of thin air.

Under the ancient gate of heaven, countless dwarf warriors, their beards covered with red, their eyes blooming like the light of flames, holding the hammer of sunlight in their hands, launched fearless attacks on the enemy.

This is an ancient battlefield!

The flags are flying and the drums are thundering.

Sudden!

The door of the study room was kicked open by someone, and a furious and frightened roar came out from the other party's mouth: "Bold thief, you can break into Panlong Building? Why don't you surrender quickly?"

Old John, holding a thermal weapon in his hand, and a group of well-equipped guards broke in from outside the house. One of them was exaggeratingly holding a big guy, similar to Gatling, but more sci-fi than Gatling himself.

Some.

What caught their eyes was a golden ancient battlefield.

"Young Master...you, run away..."

One of the guards was so shocked by the scene before him that he almost died of fright, but as an elite guard kept in captivity by the Zhao family, he stuttered and shouted almost subconsciously.

Old John was wiser. He saw something unusual and hurriedly stopped his men who were about to open fire.

After his wife's instructions, Old John specially hired some big guys to kill even the demigods face to face with a shot.

Zhao Qianye was startled and returned from that god-like state.

In an instant, everything disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had appeared. Except for the faint remaining powerful burning sensation in the study room, and the remnants of the radiance of justice, it seemed that the breath was proving something, and everything was gone.

No trace.

"This, this is..."

The guards were deceived. Didn't the building's security energy-detection instrument just send out a piercing alarm? Didn't it mean that there was a frighteningly powerful force on the top floor of the building, invading the building?

Everyone seemed to be disbelieving and rubbed their eyes vigorously.

The study room was empty, without any traces of fighting, which seemed to prove that they were indeed dazzled just now, and they were collectively dazzled.