Moving church.

This is the closest place to the sky.

Located in the Apocalypse Kingdom, it is also the headquarters of the Apocalypse Church.

At this moment, all the bishops guarding the base camp stood at the top of the God Tower.

Staring at the sky without turning eyes.

Watching the stars falling all over the sky, in the gorgeous colors of the aurora, the white tail vertebrae dragged out by the meteor shower was like a miracle.

Very beautiful.

Unexpected beauty.

It's thrillingly beautiful.

Even frightening.

The magic content of the entire plane begins to lose.

It seems that a black hole was born in a certain time and a certain space, devouring a feast of magic in the posture of a glutton.

This is a wonder that is enough to be included in the history books.

But only the astrologer... understands the true meaning of this scene.

"The star of Chen is going against the wind, and the haze is coming. The Son of God is coming at this moment. It is a blessing for all generations!"

On the tower at the top of the church, the old man in astrological robe left tears of excitement at this moment.

Then he was as weak as a tide, and his face suddenly pale, as if he had been drained of all his strength. If he had not relied on the support of the staff, he would have fallen to the ground in the next second.

Several mages were panicked and wanted to come forward to support them, but the old man just waved his hand and they stopped.

This majesty comes from the identity of the old man - one of the three leaders of the Destiny School, the greatest astrologer in the world, and has the reputation of "Saintly Saint".

"Teacher, you..." a girl worriedly helped him.

"In the sky."

The starry sky holy raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the sky from afar.

In the swelling of the Milky Way, a faint emblem emerged, and the roulette made of blue gears gathered like stars, which is faith, the future, hope, and the moment and eternal dawn behind the dark scenes.

The mages around him were stunned for a moment, and then they burst into tears like the old man.

"My God is merciful!"

"When the haze obscures all living beings, there will be dawn coming!"

"Finish him! Take him here at all costs! Be sure to hurry before the disaster!"

The discussions of the crowd reached the ears of the Starry Sky Saint. He straightened his hunched back and looked at the high beams in the sky with relief.

After a moment.

He held the staff tightly and hit the ground with the end. Two "dongdong" sounds, and the bell tower returned to quiet, but most people were still excited between their eyebrows.

After a moment, the saint will look at the girl beside him for a long time with a entrusted gaze.

"Child, you are my best student." He said slowly.

The girl hurriedly leaned over and bowed:

"You are too proud of your tutor. Among the seniors, you are a few who are better than me..."

"No need to be modest," the Star Saint waved his hand, "Although I am old, my old eyes are not yet faint. Now, this task must be completed by you."

"Please say, students should do their best."

She also wore an astrological robe and knelt on one knee.

The starry sky saint turned his back and slowly spoke in a tone that seemed to be possessed by a god:

"You will travel far to the southeast, carrying the soul stone left by the gods.

"You will cross the Black Rock Mountains, cross the mud where the snakes live, pass through the plains of deep rivers, and then arrive at a city, meet the Son of God, and bring him back here."

"I dare ask, how do students identify the body of the Son of God?"

"When you get close to the Son of God, the soul stone will naturally light up, but this thing is fragile, so be sure to keep it properly." The Starry Sky Saint reminded.

"I understand..." The girl suddenly hesitated a little.

"Do you have any doubts?"

The girl nodded, bit her lower lip lightly, and made up her mind to ask:

"Master, is that really the Son of God? The prophetic scenes are clearly different from those in front of you..."

This question silences everyone.

As early as a thousand years ago, the Apocalypse Church observed the arrival of haze and then looked forward to the dawn.

No one hopes that this vision is fake.

So, it must be true!

In the silence where the needles can be heard, they are waiting for the answers of the starry sky saint.

The night wind swept across the bell tower, and the butterflies in the corners of the astrological robe moved. The starry sky saint finally spoke, his voice was old, but it was sharper than a razor:

"If it weren't for the Son of God..."

Everyone's hearts hang up, the old man paused, and then said something amazing:

"It's the deity of the god!"

After saying this, the Starry Sky Saint was silent.

It's just a word of comfort.

Even the life span of the immortal seed is only tens of thousands of years.

Modern magic has long proved that gods are just a special living body. Can they really last for hundreds of thousands of years and be immortal?

Besides, the oracle has not been passed on for too long.

The cheers around him leaped under the night sky, and the saint sighed softly, mixed in the bell, echoing, echoing, echoing...

He looked at the bell tower, and the brass hour hand pointed at—

45 points.

The bell rang.

The director pushed open the door and broke into the classroom, looked around, and frowned.

There is nothing special about it.

The blackboard, the aisle between the desks, the test papers blown by the wind, and the broken chalk fell into the trough of the blackboard.

That amazing vision is as fast as thunder when it comes, and as weak as the breeze when it goes.

But there is another thing that is not right...

"Ye Mingyu, why are you covering your stomach and coming to your aunt?"

"I ate too much tofu at noon, which may be retribution, resulting in a slight magical disorder."

Ye Mingyu lay on the table and looked up after hearing this: "Anyway, I have some stomachache now, and I have asked the teacher for leave." He was very weak and his voice was affected.

"Tofu? Whose tofu is eaten?" asked the director of the teaching.

"Mapo's."

"No wonder I feel stomachache," the director showed a look of the second understanding. "By the way, have you seen something strange just now?"

Ye Mingyu blinked:

"On the playground, there were two students in love early, but no one set fire."

"This doesn't count, is there any?"

"Someone threw coins in the corridor opposite, and the coins hit his nose."

"What do you pay attention to all day long? Say something valuable."

The head teacher's face turned dark.

Under his cold gaze, Ye Mingyu thought seriously and replied seriously: "Yes, the teacher from the class next door just now said in the corridor that Director, you are a single dog in Wannian."

"..." The director of the teaching director asked for a moment of silence: "Who said that?"

"Teacher Wang, who teaches the history of magic."

Three seconds later, the door slammed and the director rushed to the office with heavy steps. Then the "Ahhh" screams and begging for mercy penetrated a load-bearing wall.

Ye Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and laughed and screamed.

The bell rang.

Two thousand spiritual seas shone with brilliant golden light, lurking in their consciousness and sleeping deeply. In an enlightenment state, magic energy quickly poured in, filling the void.
To be continued...