The Bald Monk in the City - v2 Chapter 1233

“It seems that everything is about to end…”

The Elder of Order-Tarimudan stands on the high throne, which is the coercion and glory of the elders of the gods.

But at the same time, it also means heavy responsibility and pressure.

Not everyone likes to be ruled by others, especially the gods who take their divinities as extremes.

Becoming a **** king has always been so easy.

Even the Elder of Order-Tarimudan paid a huge price and sacrifice for this.

Under the interweaving of many orders, the general stability of the entire plane is maintained.

It seems that it only takes a few words to describe it, but it hides the pain that has not been erased for endless time.

To this day, it has not been able to calm down…

The Elder of Order-Taremudan knew that his behavior on the top of the gods would inevitably cause some dissatisfaction.

To maintain the tranquility of the entire world always requires some inevitable sacrifices…

He would feel sad and silent for such a sacrifice.

But in the eyes of other gods, he is still the cold **** king…

The rebellion of the new moon did not make the Elder Order-Tarimudan feel so stunned.

Before long enough, he already knew that he would face the present situation.

This does not require complicated analysis. Those old grievances accumulated over time will eventually be reborn.

Maybe it is today or in the future…

The gods are under the seat of God, and they either look solemn or whisper.

Elder Order-Tarimudan knows that they have their own minds.

But at this moment, they still have to fight together.

Because the enemy you need to face this time may not be just a rebellious deity.

The godslayer who made this plane system shocked and became a **** in the name of self will be the source of all disasters…

And they must not want to face such an outcome.

Therefore, under such circumstances, whether they are willing or not is no longer the key.

But this does not mean that the Elder of Order-Tarimudan will feel that they are sure of winning…

In fact, he knew the horror of that person than more gods.

As a **** king who has ruled this plane for a long time, he never appeared above the gods in an arrogant manner.

Although, they still have the pride that God would consider the King of God.

The King of God not only governs everything with majesty and power, but also requires a cautious and extremely detailed will as its center.

It is not like fiery wrought iron, or more like fine needle embroidery…

“I know the wishes of the gods, but now we have no choice…”

Above the **** seat, in the silence of the gods, the elder of order-Tarimudan said.

He looked at the gods with majestic gaze, and the battle axe standing at his hand was as shocking as it was in ancient times.

For a long time, when the Elder of Order-Tarimudan sat on the throne of the gods, he had put the great axe that represented his killing face on hold for a long time.

Killing is a violent blade that must be used to disrupt the existing order.

But when it comes to building a new order, it is not necessarily so easy to use.

For the elder of order, Tarimudan, the existence of order by killing is often not so wise.

Time can smooth out a lot of things, the bumps and rushes that are active in the soul.

Eventually, in the rolling time, it will be smoothed and eliminated.

But the traces of the killing seemed stubborn and sharp.

In the eyes of all things, he is a benevolent **** king.

Therefore, his divine name is not crowned with the majesty of a **** king, but appears as a tireless elder.

Although the gods have not forgotten his past.

God seat, it is always inevitable to get the blood of compatriots…

And the elder of order-Tarimudan is not a kind elder…

“But we know him, he is not a killer!”

At this moment, a deity in the image of a young girl spoke.

“God of flowers and peace doves, I know your hard work.”

“You have been fighting for peace, but now it is not in the nature of counterinsurgency.”

“Now, it’s war!”

Elder Order-Tarimudan scanned the gods, then said in a deep voice.

His voice overwhelmed the whispers of the gods, and the eyes of the gods focused on him.

Then, they lowered their eyes…

The will of the **** king does not fluctuate for other factors.

What’s more, as the elder of order, Tarimudan, said, they also knew the rules that the one upheld.

At this moment, they are already enemies.

At this point, no deity has any fluke psychology.

“We are not a war-loving god, but we will not accept any trial of existence!”

“Now, let us go and let that’judge’ see the power of the gods!”

With the call of the Elder of Order-Tarimudan, the golden light of order condenses into a sacred armor on his body!

Countless heroes have awakened from endless sleep, and they will pay eternal life for the god!

The whole temple fell into a kind of solemn and fanatical atmosphere, and there were deities cheering loudly!

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But in the will of many gods, there is no urge to try.

They may have heard of Yi Qiu’s name, but they also know that the other party does not really face the true God with divine power.

Perhaps the life stage of the legend is not understood by them.

But for the concept of weak divinity, they are undoubtedly masters.

In the eyes of some deities, Yi Qiu was already overwhelmed by the weak divine power.

He did not understand at all what a huge gap existed between different divine levels.

The rebellion and escalating friction of the Gods of the Crescent Moon and other gods have long caused the anger of the gods to roar in their will.

Now, it is time to show the anger that belongs to the gods!

“For the king of order, for Ergandor!”

The **** of wine and spice raised the huge barrel in his hand, and he shouted the name of the world to drink.

In the laughter of the gods, it seemed that the atmosphere suddenly became agitated.

The shadow of war seems to have gone, they can taste the taste of victory!

The Elder of Order-Tarimudan did not stop all this, he felt that this was also a way to vent the pressure of the gods.

To deal with such an existence, even if the mouths of the gods are filled with such contemptuous words.

But in the depths of the divine consciousness, the elder of order-Tarimudan knows whether they have some fears that are difficult to dispel.

“For the **** king, for Ergando…”

Elder Order-Tarimudan raised the wine glass in his hand, and he said slowly in a deep voice.

And when the gods were intertwined, the sea of ​​clouds above the sky seemed to have begun to undergo some subtle changes.

The air seems to become cold, and there is a looming singing voice lingering…

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