Chapter 419: The Heart of Inquiry, the Fallen Noble

When the Holy Spirit criticized the enemy, the Dark God, he was really not polite at all. He kept talking and talking non-stop, pouring out all his dissatisfaction.

However, there was a feeling of anger at the lack of struggle and regret for not being able to make a good match.

Inexplicably, it was similar to his attitude towards the apostles, but he did not stand as high as the old mother.

Their relationship was not that bad.

Du En, who paused in place, could not help but think so.

Or it should be said that the only two gods in the Shengyuan Star Realm might still be "relatives" or "sisters and brothers". This kind of close relationship is actually possible.

He further speculated at this time.

But.

Du En looked up at the huge palace tower in front of him, which was useless, brightly lit, day and night, and always singing and dancing. He then looked back at the quiet residential area he had just passed. It was very simple and crude, with small houses built densely, like pigeon cages.

At the moment when the fluorite disease was rampant, many sheds were built to accommodate the additional population that moved in, but even so, many people could only sleep on the streets, covered in mud.

It was as if they were in a refugee camp in the countryside, not in the capital of a country at all!

Moreover, this gap and contrast was very abrupt. The outside of the palace and the palace were almost two paintings cut and glued together, two worlds!

Indeed, the Dark God did try to protect his people.

On the city walls, in the buildings, and even in this Dark Capital, his power was invisible, so that there was no diseased spiritual energy inside.

It itself has a common point with the Holy Spirit.

However, it does indulge people extremely, so it creates such a strong contrast and abrupt split.

"He is too close to the human world."

The Holy Spirit finished his rambling unconsciously, as if completely cutting off all the emotional ties with him in the past. His voice became high and far, and he issued his own judgment, "To be close to him but not teach him is to act without justice and should be destroyed."

So, she pushed for the two Saint Dark Wars. Even if both of them have been tortured by the Yingshi Disease and there is nothing left, they must try their best to continue until the second war is triggered.

But in the final analysis, although Yingshi Disease was caused by the Immovable True Lord, the Dark God was the one who released it directly!

Therefore, the Holy Spirit's crusade against the Dark God is also a righteous cause, and there is no problem.

But, what was the situation of the first Saint Dark War, or the end?

The Saint Dark War, there is no doubt that the Immovable True Lord pushed it.

How exactly did it push it?

Du En was still silent, thinking that he needed to figure it out.

So, he raised his hand and waved, and a door was cut out.

The candlelight streamed out from it, and the perpetrator had already broken in rudely, but the upper echelons of the An Kingdom, whose defenses were extremely lax, did not notice it at all.

They were not bound by mortal shackles, full of energy, and they were the same day and night. At this moment, in the bright lights, they formed gangs and carried out their extravagant daily lives.

"Brother, are you doing well these days?"

"Yes! Of course! The great Majesty is shining upon us, so naturally it can't be better!"

"Hehe, but why did I hear that Brother Shi was overworked a few days ago?"

"Who said that?! Who is spreading rumors?! Isn't it just changing the 32nd concubine? How could I be exhausted?!"

"Haha, I said it, it was the bitch under my command who spread rumors, brother Shi, rest assured, I have punished him."

"Oh? You brought it up specifically, could it be that?"

"Yes! That could be that!"

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, I've been lying at home these days, cough, I keep hearing about this these days, but I'm very curious!"

"Haha, brother Shi, don't be too anxious, calculate the time , it's not my turn yet... Come to think of it, is this bitch from outside really that powerful?"

"Hey, I'm telling you, don't tell anyone."

"Okay, okay, please advise!"

"Ordinary low-class people are of course not tolerant of the tossing, and they have to change more than a dozen batches a year, but this time I got a bitch from the city defense army, tut tut! At the beginning, it was quite impressive, but what is the status of our noble master? He is the one who has been conferred by His Majesty and has been glorious for generations!"

"I understand, I understand..."

The conversation between the noble sons suddenly became dull. The servants of both sides had wooden faces, lowered their heads, held the clothes hanging back, which were five or six feet long, and held various ceremonial objects, more than a dozen kinds, and no one dared to look up.

So they didn't see that the adults they served had become puppets.

Du En passed by and refined them casually. Two wastes whose strength could not be fed and could not even cultivate the golden elixir had become clumsy semi-finished human puppets.

As he went forward and upward, there were still a lot of trash that would attract him to attack. They could be seen everywhere.

The high tower of the palace was inhabited by nobles.

It was like a nest of maggots, densely packed.

Because he wanted to explore the truth, he naturally couldn't rush to the top of the tower and start fighting directly.

In other words, this casual move was a relatively obvious temptation.

To be honest, it was a strange thing to be able to sneak in here so easily.

Needless to say, the Holy God was the old rival of the Dark God.

Even on Du En's side, although the Unmelting Ice Soul was a high-level secret method of concealing breath, it had been used before in the feeling of the general Ming, and it was impossible that he had not reported it to the Dark God.

In other words, they would be prepared!

But now they have successfully arrived under the other party's nose!

Is it because they are powerless, or do they have other intentions?

Du En immediately made further tests.

Because on these noble children, there are amulets granted by the Dark God, with a family crest like a rune engraved on the front and the birth date engraved on the back.

Looking at the two pieces that were easily taken, Du En glanced at the Holy Spirit Hanging Lamp.

There seemed to be some doubts here, but more of them were tacit approval and praise for Du En's tentative actions.

Even if this action contained a little idea of ​​wanting to actually confirm whether the Dark God should be attacked.

Obviously, this behavior, for the Holy Spirit, is distrustful!

But she appreciated it very much.

"Don't believe blindly, don't waver, don't fall... It seems that there is no need to preach, alas."

Thinking of this to the end, the Holy Spirit couldn't help but sigh secretly, revealing a kind of regret from the bottom of her heart.

After all, her last "child" turned out to be the most perfect one, which made all the persuasion and teachings that she had prepared in the dark mausoleum, which she had originally thought of learning from the past, useless.

She felt a little regretful.

But she was also relieved.

In short, her emotions were a little complicated.

Du En retracted his gaze.

Snap!

He crushed the Dark God's amulet.

For various reasons, he would do such a risky behavior that would be obviously noticed by the Dark God.

Moreover, in addition to testing and exploring, there was actually another thing that had to slow down.

Yun's whereabouts!

She didn't know how she actually sneaked into Dark Capital and left a few puzzle locks in the residential area to guide the way to the palace.

Du En also wanted to ask about what she found, so naturally, he needed to find her first, so he went into the tower palace.

The key point is that in fact, whether the Dark God noticed it in advance or not, the impact on the overall situation was not big.

Because the general Ming, who was threatening enough, had been confirmed to be able to delay, and the city defense army, which was considered a disturbing factor, could only fight bloody battles on the city wall.

Inside the palace tower, it was visible to the naked eye that it was full of chickens and dogs.

Du En did not arrogantly think that the Dark God had no preparations in advance, nor did he think that he had sneaked under his real nose, and when he was in front of the throne, he had not noticed it and had no room to react.

Waiting for a moment, there was no ripple.

It was indeed very relaxed and problematic.

In this case, think about the bad side, the action here was actually within his expectations and calculations, then...

Du En did not surprise, just started climbing the tower.

His steps were hurried and fast, and he took action calmly.

Soon, he came all the way to the third floor, heard the heavy cheers in front, and after dealing with the nobles on the road, he went to take a look.

Obviously, it was the things that these guys just mentioned with excitement.

The light was like honey, flowing greasy.

A stage located in the middle of heavy red curtains quickly revealed a man and a god.

This is a gorgeously decorated and brightly red place.

This is a Colosseum.

A large number of nobles gathered here, all of them blushing, excited, and kept shouting to the arena.

"Hit harder! Hit harder!"

"Hahaha! Right, right, right, use some strength!"

"As long as you can knock your opponent down, I will forgive your previous crime of deceiving you and let you return to the glory of God!"

Amid such shouts, there were two people in the arena, fighting in close combat like wild beasts.

One was a tall and burly man wearing only shorts, with shackles and shackles on his body. His cultivation was pretty good, and he was the leader of his own golden elixir, but due to the shackles, it was difficult to express all of it, so it could only flow in the body to strengthen his physical strength.

His face looked gloomy, with a hint of anger and resentment, but more of expectation and desire. He roared repeatedly and attacked the opponent rhythmically and confidently.

But it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage.

There were many scratches on his body, blood dripping, making his face pale, and there were purple spots of light, which began to grow in the wounds, bringing more and more obvious pain.

The muscles twitched uncontrollably, the source of the flesh was producing fear, and the crisis of life and death also made the man's mood worse.

In contrast, his opponent would not be like this.

Because he was a patient with a disease.

It seemed that he was infected with the fluorite disease normally, and his neck was locked by a black iron hoop, which had divine power flowing on it, suppressing the upward infection of the disease, but his body had already been deformed and swollen, turning into a monster-like shape.

The head still retained its original appearance. It was a girl, looking young and tender, with a bit of innocence and cuteness left, probably only twelve or thirteen years old.

Although the infection of the fluorite disease was contained to a certain extent, the pain was obviously not reduced much, and the poor girl's mind had long collapsed, turning into a carrier for venting madness.

The twisted and diseased limbs waved wildly, completely without rules, and her magic power cultivation reached the point close to the Nascent Soul stage under the ripening of the fluorite disease.

And she was fearless, or in other words, she was just seeking self-destruction.

The identities of both of them were clear at a glance.

A man, a soldier, committed a crime and became a gladiator.

A girl, a civilian, made a mistake and became a diseased person.

Then they fought each other in the Colosseum, providing a new kind of excitement for the nobles of the An Kingdom who were extravagant and reveled day and night.

These guys all had red faces, were extremely excited, shouted, and looked distorted.

Obviously, on the other side of the city wall, a war was going on that would determine the survival of the An Kingdom...

Snap!

A crisp sound was insignificant amid the cheers of the audience.

It was the sound of shackles and chains breaking at the same time.

Whether it was the stage, the stage, or the stage, all the shackles and chains with physical form were broken.

Whether it was the attendants of the nobles or the so-called criminal gladiators, they were all free at this moment, and the shackles that restricted them were broken.

"My Lord, what's going on?!"

"God, has God abandoned us!?"

"Ahhh, no! Please bless us again!"

A sudden commotion arose, and whether it was the attendants or the gladiators, they were basically panicked and at a loss, all of them were inexplicably afraid, and they knelt down and prostrated, with only a few still standing in place, looking at a loss.

Although the visible shackles were broken, the invisible shackles still held them tightly.

No, is it really like this?

Except for some fanatics and brainless people, and those who are obsessed with fear, after all, these guys who are still working diligently and acting as servants and slaves, although they are treated like pigs and dogs by the nobles, as long as they are still under the glory of the Dark God, then facing the ordinary civilians outside the Tower Palace and in the Dark Kingdom, they are not not looking down on them and looking up to them.

They are just sincerely willing to be attached to the powerful in order to obtain the wealth and glory that does not belong to them but is greedy and persistent.

Even if they are "criminal" and fall into trouble, they hope to recover and crawl back.

The Holy Spirit was not surprised, and there was no sigh or lament, just looking at Du En.

His face did not change, and he was also very calm about this, as he had expected it long ago.

So, he flicked his fingers again.

Bang!

The noise this time was very obvious, and the nobles who were in high spirits but were ruined by the noise of the slaves and were about to get angry immediately had no time to pay attention to the situation behind them.

Because the protective film that separated them from the Colosseum was broken at this moment.

The pungent smell of blood and the diseased spiritual energy rushed over on the spot, making them feel like they were falling into an ice cave. The body's instincts broke on the spot, and many people even had incontinence.

Then a series of dim lights flashed, and they were the amulets bestowed by God, showing their power and isolating the infection of the disease.

But the gladiators in the arena saw dully that the hoop on the neck of the diseased girl in front of them broke and fell.

Puff.

There was no sound when she fell to the ground, but she turned into dust.

Because her foundation was too poor, there was no trace of practice, so if she continued to deform to this extent, she would only face the result of physical collapse and self-destruction.

However, in the pain of the disease, her mind had long been shattered, but at this moment, she seemed to have a last glimmer of light and smiled with obvious emotion.