Chapter 612 I will end this era

  Looking at the backs of the three painful ladies going away, Chen Lun let out a sigh of relief.

  ‘This is the first step. '

   he thought to himself.

   It is not a simple matter to plan to kill Emperor Andre.

   His Majesty Conrad once warned.

  Although the Sun King is not the king of angels, he is extremely good at fighting. At the end of the fourth era, Andre became famous through fighting again and again.

  With the S-level monster [Sunshine Spear] in hand, the Sun King's actual combat power is infinitely approaching that of the King of Angels. If you underestimate him, it will be a huge and fatal mistake.

  At the same time, as the most important subordinate **** of the Lie father, behind the Sun King, there must be other angels hidden... This is the necessary protection given to the Sun King by the Lie father to ensure his own stability.

  Chen Lun firmly remembered Conrad's admonition.

Without this information, he might make some low-level mistakes, but now he knows very well that only by going all out can he have a chance to kill Emperor Andrei, and use this to threaten his father, for himself and for his cadres, Even the whole world won a glimmer of life.

  He divided his plan into three steps.

  The first step is particularly important, that is to seek allies.

  Chen Lun was able to defeat powerful enemies and overcome difficulties many times, relying on shaking people... He never felt that this was something shameful.

  If a person is strong enough, maybe these are not needed.

  But when you are weak, this will be a very useful method.

   Although Chen Lun's extreme combat strength at this stage has reached the angel level, the enemy he will face next is difficult to win by personal force.

  Cooperation and alliance became necessary.

   Whoosh!

  After stepping into the bronze gate, Chen Lun's figure disappeared in a flash, and he teleported directly to the bottom of the dark world.

   This originally pitch-black territory has already changed drastically.

  The sky was full of cracks, and even opened a big mouth, and bright and dazzling beams of light fell from it, illuminating the entire field of vision.

  The three-layer space shattered by the war of gods has merged, and is gradually changing to the appearance of the shallow layer of the spiritual world, becoming brighter, more thorough, and closer to the outline of the present world.

  Scorching sun still holding the broken sword, sat on the ground in the middle.

  Beside him, the former Pope of the Sun, Martin Gustus, has been waiting, holding the [Awakening Truth] and praying in a low voice.

  With the arrival of Chen Lun, Martin stopped chanting.

  He turned around, with a surprised expression under his white wide-brimmed hat.

   "Your Majesty Jack."

  Martin greeted and said in a deep voice:

   "I have heard about your deeds even at the end of the darkness..."

  He shook his head and sighed.

   "Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know the truth... The father once again used his mighty power to tamper with the world's perception. The empire's encirclement and suppression is really inappropriate. I have no sympathy for the Church of the Sun's fate."

  Chen Lun was silent for a while.

   "When will the scorching sun wake up?"

   "Not sure yet."

  Martin shook his head.

   "If the scorching sun wakes up, Madam Martin please let me know."

"certainly."

  Chen Lun asked, but he was disappointed in his heart.

  He looked at A Nuo who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and finally turned and left.

   Not long after Chen Lun left.

   Scorching Sun opened his eyes.

  He actually woke up a long time ago, but he just didn’t want to face this friend.

   "Lord, Emperor Andrei once exiled you, and now he is willing to sacrifice hundreds of millions of mortals in the empire to stabilize his father... Why don't you help Jack Speight be crowned?"

  Martin Gus hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice.

  Arnold stood up slowly, looking up at the beam of light in the sky.

  “I used to hate him too, but it wasn’t because of the exile, but because of differences in ideas and beliefs... I can see the misery of this world. He is still so devout, but he has never loved the so-called people.”

  He shook his head, disappointed.

   "But no matter what, He is my father...I can't help Jack kill his father."

   Martin Gus lowered his head and sighed lightly.

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  Limbang Privet City, the hometown of Saint Ai.

  A remote low-rent area.

  In the dilapidated and dirty room on the second floor, an old man with gray hair was lying on the bed, his wrinkled face showed pain and reluctance.

   "Father, Brother Duggan has collected enough money to buy medicine from Dr. Lollard. If you bear with it, you will recover soon..."

  The young woman sat on the head of the bed and comforted her with a smile.

  Her hair was dry and yellow, a little messy, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Don't waste your money, Kesha... In the biscuit jar behind the kitchen table, there is still thirty silver counts and eighty copper kroes hidden in it. It is reserved for you. Find a man to marry, and the money can be used to buy some property .”

  The old man was so angry that he spoke with difficulty.

  The daughter leaned against his mouth and burst into tears after hearing it.

   "Cough! Cough!"

  Suddenly, the old man coughed violently, his eyes were round, and blood came out of his mouth.

"Father!"

  The woman screamed, stood up quickly, and wiped the blood spat out by the old man with a towel. Then she realized that this was not the way to go, and ran outside in panic, shouting for help.

  The old man twitched alone in the room, wailing in pain.

  Suddenly, the old man noticed something and looked aside.

  A long-haired man in a khaki cloak sat on a chair by the bed at some point, looking at him with pity.

   "Heaven...Angel..."

   The old man murmured.

  He has been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and firmly believes that there are angels living in the land of Saint Ai, and he will take all the dead to Paradise.

   "That was your daughter just now?"

   Sid laughed.

  For some reason, the old man suddenly found that his pain disappeared, and he could speak smoothly... He smiled gratefully at the man, and said in relief:

   "Yes, Lord Angel, that is my daughter, Kesha."

   "Very lively little guy."

  Sid picked up an apple on the table, cut off the skin and rotten parts with a knife, and handed it to the old man.

   "Don't worry about her, she will live well... eat, I will take you away after eating."

"thank you."

  The old man nodded gratefully.

  He slowly gnawed at the apple, savoring the delicacy of the last moment of his life.

   After eating, I looked around again, as if I wanted to keep this poor but warm home in my mind.

   Not long after, the old man got up from the hospital bed and followed Sid out of the room.

  He finally stopped at the door, looked back, and saw his body still lying on the bed, with a serene smile on his face.

   After a while.

   Sid stood alone downstairs of the low-rent housing. A woman was crying loudly from the second floor, but he looked calm.

   "That old guy is tainted."

   Sid spoke softly.

   "So you annihilated his spirituality and prevented the out-of-control mutation?"

  Beside him, a gentleman in black hat appeared at some time, holding an ivory white cane and looking up at the low-rent building with him.

   Sid nodded.

   "I like this place, so I will try my best to let these dying mortals leave without pain, and lead their spirituality to the kingdom of God."

  A long while.

  Chen Lun said in a deep voice:

   "Your Majesty Sid, I would like to ask you a favor."

   "I won't shoot, Jack."

   Sid said lightly.

  His hands behind his back, quietly watching the woman on the second floor, with the support of a slightly older man, he left lonely.

   "This is a conflict between you, Emperor Andre, and even the martyr's father. I don't want to get involved in it...Although I sympathize with these ordinary people, my ability is limited. At most, I can only take care of the hometown of Saint Ai."

  Chen Lun's heart sank.

  He opened his mouth, intending to try again, but Sid turned to look at him, as if he had guessed what he was going to say.

   "I don't care about the **** position at all, and I don't believe that you will be able to kill Niweng in the future, so let's let this matter go, don't talk about it anymore."

   Seeing this, Chen Lun stopped talking.

  He took off his hat, slowly saluted the past guest, then took a step and disappeared in place.

  After he left, Sid took out an unfinished history book with a quill in his hand, but he didn't write for a long time.

   After a while, he shook his head.

   "Will the King of Cangyi be able to complete the great cause that even Duke Huan failed to accomplish..."

   Sid was silent for a moment, and finally put away the history book.

   “Maybe try trusting Him once.”

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"Sorry Jack, I can't help you for the time being... The last oracle left by Duke Huan is to let me strictly keep the seal of the Eternal Sleeper. I can feel that Duke Huan pays more attention to the Eternal Sleeper than other true gods. Make sure the seal is secure, I cannot leave the Far East."

  Chen Lun stood under the sacred tree and looked up.

  The illusory but eye-catching golden branches cover the sky and the sun, making it a spectacular sight.

  In my mind, the message from Oscar's crown echoed.

   Except for the three painful ladies, all the rescue plans encountered setbacks, and he couldn't help but secretly sighed.

  ‘The first step is crucial, but it is more difficult than expected. '

  Suddenly, he felt his shoulders sink.

   Turning his head to look, he found a white cat with golden antlers standing on his shoulder, looking at him quietly with a pair of amber cat eyes.

   "Don't worry, I will help you."

  The white cat spoke slowly, lazily.

   Chen Lun was taken aback, and then smiled.

  The originally depressed mood also eased somewhat.

   "Thank you, Maggie."

  The cat **** waved his paws, as if he didn't care.

  Afterwards, Maggie jumped off his shoulders and lay down under the sacred tree, ready to sleep.

  At this time, another letter with wings flew from the horizon... Chen Lun recognized it as a high-ranking magic called "Weather Faith".

  The envelope fell straight into his hand, and the fluttering wings turned into phantoms and dissipated, leaving only a breeze blowing on his face.

   Chen Lun's eyes flashed with puzzlement.

  He opened the letter, browsed it for a while, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

   This is a letter sent from the Meteor Tower. The person who wrote the letter is Ms. Frederick, the teacher of Master Carmen.

  The letter is concise and to the point, the core meaning is one sentence:

   "Your plan, I will help you."

  Finally, Ms. Frederick made it clear that this is an oracle from Mr. Jingyao, the true **** of magic!

  Chen Lun was surprised.

  He turned his head to look at the white cat, and suddenly realized that the reason why Maggie Mian offered to help him was probably because of the meaning of Miss Naturally True Sacred Tree.

  The true **** of the path of sorrow and joy has been watching him silently!

   Chen Lun took a deep breath.

   Benedict!

  He gently pestered the lawn with a white cane.

  Boom—

  Under the holy golden tree, a white throne rose from the ground.

  Chen Lun climbed up the stairs facing the wind, and finally sat on the throne.

  His calm eyes overlooked the entire old spirit world, and he spoke slowly:

   "The Lord of the spirit world and fairyland, Jack Speight hereby announces that this era will end with me!"

  In an instant.

  Countless creatures from the old spirit world heard this peaceful oracle.

  Wow!

  The dark descendants of the Nameless City stopped their work one after another, and rushed to the streets and squares excitedly.

  The cat residents of Kazite in the cat town, led by the high priest Daye, flocked to the bottom of the White Tower.

  The circus cadres gathered on the White Tower.

  Everyone looked towards Tianyuan at the same time, worshiped the holy tree and the White Throne, and sang the honorable name of the King in Pale Cloth...

  (end of this chapter)