Chapter 301 The Eve of Ascension to God

After his soul power successfully reached level 99 and could not be upgraded, Lei Yin naturally heard vague calls coming from all directions.

Or resentment, or curse, but more of worship and respect... These voices do not sound real and appear very vague, but vaguely, the two most popular voices can be heard - "God of War" and "God of War". Thor".

Lei Yin was not very accustomed to these sounds at first. It took him a while to figure out how to block them with his mental power, or to listen selectively.

These sounds were transmitted to him and turned into an invisible force that lingered around him.

Lei Yin knew that this power was probably faith.

What happened in the Night City is spreading to all parts of the Tudor Empire.

The faith gathered in him has continued to grow stronger as time goes by, and its gathering efficiency is getting faster and faster.

"Romil...when will the enthronement ceremony be held?" Lei Yin asked.

"Well...it will take five days at the earliest. Nobles from all over the country must be summoned to watch the ceremony. Unless they are too far away or hold important positions and cannot escape, the others who dare not come should be noted down. Here, we will settle the accounts slowly later.”

"Give me the list of those 'die-hards' and I'll make a trip...it won't take long."

After Leiyin got the list given to him by Romil, he turned into lightning and disappeared from the sky.

In five days, Lei Yin traveled thousands of miles throughout the Tuduo Empire, subduing all those who disobeyed, and venting the power of thunder to those who dared to draw his sword against him.

Later, in a somewhat hasty ceremony, Lei Yin put on the crown.

The originally chaotic and separatist situation officially came to an end, and the Second Tudor Empire was established.

The previous turmoil brought many military generals to the stage. They relied on force and gained considerable benefits in the chaos...

Most of these people themselves are Lei Yin's subordinates, his supporters and believers... They captured it themselves, and Lei Yin recognized it in the form of a decree. At the same time, he rewarded the territories of the families that were destroyed in the war to those who had followed them. His general.

Leiyin changed the title of the empire's supreme ruler from "Emperor" to "God" and established the Church of Thundergod.

All imperial officials must be clergy of the church. The empire's system was changed to an integration of politics and religion. If officials wanted to be promoted, they had to first raise their level within the church.

Leiyin's reforms did not arouse much resistance. The previous Tudor Empire was shrouded in decline and despair due to the random acts of the "Blood Emperor".

Social order has collapsed, bandits are rampant, warlords are separatist, laws have become a piece of paper, and spies from the Tiandou Empire are constantly causing chaos.

It was Lei Yin who ended it all... To ordinary people, he was the light that illuminated the darkness, the fire in the harsh winter, and the hope in the doomsday.

The belief in cleaning up mountains and rivers and changing the world far exceeds the admiration and admiration of soldiers he gained through victory in the war as an imperial general... It is the most sincere and steadfast support of tens of millions of people.

The massive amount of faith coming from all directions like a landslide and a tsunami almost drowned Lei Yin.

On a rooftop, a thin young man wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat pinched the monocle on his right eye, outlined the corners of his mouth, and showed a smile:

"Huh... It seems to be quite successful, better than expected... Sure enough, hope in despair is the easiest way to gather faith... Lei Yin should not be far behind in time.

"Then... who will be next? There should be no more idiots like Yan Jin... If it fails for such a funny reason, I will be angry."

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Wuhun City, Douluo Hall.

The statue of the angel god still has that look of mercy and compassion, but what is different from before is that it seems to have a faint smile.

Qiandaoliu, who was wearing a gray robe, stood in front of the statue of the angel god, with six wings stretched out behind him, emitting golden light. Divine power surged from his body.

The diamond-shaped gem between his eyebrows shines... The power of faith surrounds him and is absorbed by the gem.

In front of him was Qian Renxue, who also spread her wings, with divine power flowing through her body and shrouded in golden light.

There is a sword in Qian Renxue's hand. It is an angel holy sword taken from the angel temple in the void. Just like Tang San's Poseidon Trident and Tang Chen's Shura Demon Sword, it is the angel god who becomes a god when he becomes a god. An artifact transformed from his own martial soul.

"Grandpa, I have completed the eighth test. When will I be able to take the ninth test?" Qian Renxue, whose soul power was shaking and who was already above the Title Douluo level, asked.

"It's not the time yet. Firstly, your soul power needs more precipitation, and secondly, your heart has not yet calmed down... The ninth test of the Angel God is to ask the heart... If you don't adjust your mental state, it will be difficult to pass. ." Qian Daoliu had a kind smile in his eyes.

Although starting the ninth test requires him to sacrifice his life, for Qian Daoliu, this is his long-cherished wish. It is his honor to use his own life to pave the way for the angel God to come again... not to mention that the beneficiary is his granddaughter.

"Then how can I calm down?" Qian Renxue asked with some urgency.

In response, Qian Daoliu shook his head: "I don't know... I don't know what the content of 'Asking the Heart' in the Shen Kao is, and I can't give any useful suggestions. It's just that my intuition tells me that you are not good enough now... ...The last step of the divine test is yours alone, no one else can give you any help.”

"Even grandpa, you don't know..." Qian Renxue was a little disappointed.

"Don't be discouraged, I believe in you... But don't be proud, and you can't make a mistake at this last moment. Someone needs to end the chaos in this continent... I believe that person will definitely be you!"

Qian Renxue nodded heavily and said seriously: "I will, Grandpa."

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The Pope's Palace, in a secret room in Bibi Dong's room.

Dark shadows surged, and a power full of chaos, fear, and violence filled the air.

The body is covered with dark purple lines, giving people an evil and crazy feeling.

"Finally...we have gathered it all, enough hatred, enough resentment...the power of faith is enough, only the final ninth test is left..."

A low voice came from her mouth, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, making people chill.

"Haha... Amon, God of Thunder... I will let you know what a real god is. Just wait, are you ready to tremble under the power of Rakshasa God?" At this moment, Bibi Dong's pupils were red. , the eyeballs are black and look particularly ferocious.

A complex pattern spread from her feet, the pattern lit up, and a huge scythe slowly emerged from the pattern.

The sickle is purple-black in color, has a long handle, and the blade is even larger.

She stretched out her hand and held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and a burst of black-purple light suddenly lit up.

The magic sickle trembled violently, and a powerful wave of soul power began to spread... This wave was absorbed after hitting the surrounding walls, and did not spread to the outside world at all.

A stinging pain suddenly came from her hand, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe shook violently, shaking her away.

Bibi Dong took several steps back before standing still. Looking at the scars on her palms, her face showed confusion and resentment:

"Why? I've obviously gathered enough power of faith, why do you still reject me?" Bibi Dong looked a little crazy.

The Rakshasa Magic Scythe bloomed with a faint purple light, revealing a more evil and ominous aura. Under this light, the pain in Bibi Dong's hand became more severe, making her face twitch.

Bibi Dong thought thoughtfully: "You mean, my pain is not enough...my madness and hatred are not enough?"

There was heart-stopping ferocity and determination in her eyes: "So tell me, what kind of pain, what kind of hatred, what kind of madness... will meet your requirements?"

"Jie Jie Jie..." Like a night owl, an illusory and non-existent demonic figure appeared.

Bibi Dong's eyes gradually became dull.

Memories from the past reappeared in her mind, and she seemed to have returned to decades ago and became the little girl again.

A face she never wanted to see again emerged very clearly, her teacher, Qian Xunji.

The scene began to repeat itself, and she was dragged into the dark secret room and endured the humiliation again and again.

She screamed, she struggled, and she resisted, but it was all in vain. She could only endure the man's disgusting desires without any trace of her.

Bibi Dong suddenly opened his eyes and let out a scream, a sharp ghost-like voice that echoed in the secret room.

The soul power stirred, causing the secret room to roar continuously.

After a long time, she gradually calmed down, gasping for air, her back and forehead already soaked with sweat: "Qianxunji... the angel clan... you all deserve to die!"

The dark purple magic patterns on Bibi Dong's body began to shine, echoing the purple light on the Rakshasa Magic Scythe...

"Jiejiejiejie..." The illusory shadow that seemed not to exist once again let out a terrifying laugh.

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"Ice and fire are extinct!"

The ultimate icy cyclone collided with the ultimate hot cyclone, bursting out with unimaginable power.

It seemed that the terrifying aura that could destroy everything spread.

Amon's monocle reflected a tornado formed by the intertwining of ice and fire. He aimed at the ice and fire tornado with a solemn expression.

Then, his monocle suddenly shattered, half of his face exploded, eyeballs and bone fragments scattered around, and blood continued to flow.

He raised his right hand, trying to make the habitual gesture of pinching his glasses, but he froze halfway up, and it seemed that he realized that half of his face was gone.

Another Amon stole his injuries and then used his "life force" to offset the "injuries".

After returning to his original state, Amon finally took out the crystal monocle from the void, embedded it in his eye socket, and said "tsk": "Failed again."

He muttered: "Sure enough, the divine version of 'Ice and Fire Extinction' is not that easy to steal. Even if it is stolen, it is difficult to store it. If you are not careful, it will backfire on you."

"Yan Jin" put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "You are so stupid, you can't put them together, why don't you just separate them?

"I'm worried that the separate ice and fire cyclones will be blocked by the enemy and unable to fuse, or the fusion speed will be too slow and be avoided by the opponent...

"Then let the two 'Insects of Time' store a little bit each, and Amon, the aggregation of these two 'Insects of Time', rushes over to restrain the opponent and carry out a suicide attack. Or lure the opponent closer and then detonate it."

Next to her, a group of Amon, who were wearing different styles, different appearances, and different expressions, but all wearing monocles, suddenly showed the same expression.

They looked at "Yan Jing" in shock and said in astonishment:

"She was the first to think of a solution?"