Shimen

  Du Fan and Tasia both had a few strange expressions on their faces at the same time. Du Fan hadn't heard of the origin of God, which was understandable, but why hadn't Tasia heard of it either?

  The most crucial thing is, this thing that neither of them knew, why did Ferre's expression change as soon as he heard it?

  After hesitating for a moment, Du Fan finally said in a low voice: "Ferr... what is the origin of this god? I've never heard of it before?"

  Ferris hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to speak or not. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's normal that you two don't know the origin of this divine thing. Even I only found out its value by chance. However, Du Fan is my benefactor who saved my life, so it doesn't matter if I tell him."

  Du Fan smiled and said: "Thanks a lot for that."

  Ferric's body sat up straight, took a deep breath and said: "The origin of the gods is not the name of that thing, but just a record in our church's secret books. It is said that in some places on the Roland continent, you can find objects similar to light, which are condensed into clusters, containing the purest essence of power. Legend has it that this is something left over from the era of divine miracles thousands of years ago, and may even be the gods' understanding of power... Therefore, this thing is called the origin of the gods."

  Du Fan was shocked in his heart, although he had never touched that kind of pure power essence, but he could also understand the preciousness of this thing. If he could get it, how much would his own strength be enhanced?

  It's no wonder that Bruce is willing to pay such a great price for this thing, and dare to do anything. If it were me, I would also be reckless.

  Moreover, this divine origin is countless times more precious than a divine artifact. Now that he knew of its existence, how could he let it slip through his fingers?

  Du Fan's mind turned around and he made up his mind in an instant. No matter what, he had to get this thing into his hands.

  Feyre saw Duvan's expression, although he couldn't see through people's hearts, but he could guess seven or eight parts of Duvan's thoughts. He shook his head slightly and said: "Duvan, sir... the origin of this god, no matter what, cannot fall into the hands of those people from Roland Academy, otherwise..."

  Du Fan nodded slightly, a smile rippling across his face: "This is natural... if the origin of God really exists... how could I let it fall into those guys' hands?"

  Ferré nodded, and this time he struggled to search in his bosom for a moment, finally fished out a small bottle, which he tossed into Du Fan's hands, smiling lowly: "Since Lord Du Fan has made up his mind... then I'll also lend my strength..."

  Du Fan opened the bottle cap and took a look, a holy breath rushed towards him, and the thing in the bottle was actually the purest holy water.

  Du Fan stretched out his finger and applied a drop of holy water to himself, and the wound that was originally bloody and blurred suddenly returned to its original state, as if he had never been injured at all...

  In the damp and dark cave-like ancient city, it seems that there is always a lingering wind surrounding it, carrying with it the stench of rot and blood, making one feel an extreme sense of gloominess.

  Under such an atmosphere, even the solemn and majestic temple in the center of the ancient city exudes a gloomy aura.

  At the entrance of the Temple of God, a few people stood there casually. The man in front was surrounded by a fierce aura that burned like a wildfire, dazzling as if it were sunlight on his head. He had no weapon in his hand, but the flowing aura kept swirling around his fingertips, and at any time, it could turn into the most perfect sharp weapon.

  Ardas subtly converged the aura on his body, he stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the giant gate of the Temple of God, which was carved from marble, for a moment before sighing: "The gate of this temple is indeed not simple, although there are no magic arrays on it, but I can feel that with our strength, it's impossible to open this gate by brute force. It seems we still have to rely on your skills, Nicolas."

  Nicholas hummed to himself, thinking: Since this divine palace has the blessing of divine power, where is the need for a magic array? But this pure divine power is not something that someone below the holy rank can handle alone.

  However, he didn't say that, but instead nodded slightly and said: "Since Lord Orudas says so, I'll give it a try."

  As he spoke, he made a gesture and slowly walked to the front of the gate.

  Alfred glanced up and followed him, intentionally or unintentionally separating Nicholas's figure from Orudas.

  Auerdas could naturally see what Alfred meant, but he just smiled indifferently and floated back several meters before stopping.

  Nicholas placed his hand on the grand door of the temple, his brow furrowed in a sorrowful expression that tugged at Alfred's heartstrings.

  After a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand and said: "I can easily open this gate, but I sense that there is something impure at the entrance. If I open the gate, it will surge out, and if we can't hold on...".

  He didn't continue with what he was saying, but everyone understood what he meant anyway.

  A'erdashi smiled faintly, the Dou Qi on his body burning, the Dou Qi at his fingertips condensed into a spear several meters long, the spear's body composed of silver Dou Qi, while the blade was woven with yellow and silver threads. As soon as the spear appeared, a fierce killing aura burst forth.

  At this moment, Orudas seems to have only shown his true strength, and with one shot, the momentum is instantly overwhelming, even with a few points of a single man holding a pass.

  Nicholas looked at him in surprise and said, "Since Lord Orudas has made preparations, I won't say much more... Lord Orudas, be careful?"

  As he spoke, he took a few steps back, his face turning solemn.

  Nicholas's pale hands slid slightly in the void, and with his movements, a faint holy light emanated from his palms, forming pure white streaks in the air.

  As his movements became faster and faster, the white shapes formed into strange symbols, which intertwined with each other to form a huge magic array.

  This magic circle is different from ordinary magic circles, it floats in mid-air, if not for the blessing of Nicholas' holy power, it would have disappeared long ago.

  Finally, Nicholas's interwoven hands lightly tapped the last time in mid-air, and the entire magic array suddenly burst into radiance. With Nicholas's gentle push, this magic array slowly moved towards the stone gate carved out of marble, as if it had a weight of thousands of pounds.

  At the moment when the magic circle and the stone gate came into contact, the entire stone gate seemed to tremble slightly for a moment, and then it slowly rose upwards.

  Alfred's face lit up with joy, saying: "It's open..."

  As he spoke, it seemed as if an endless stream of holiness was pouring out from the Temple of God.

  Nicholas smiled faintly and said, "It seems I still..."

  But before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed color.

  The strength of the three people present was above level 6, and each person's sense of perception was astonishing. At the same time, they sensed that an endless stream of death auras seemed to be pouring out from behind the gate, and the originally sacred and pure temple suddenly turned into a place filled with dead air and spirits of the dead.

  The corrupted ground began to show cracks, the stench of blood in the air grew heavier, and finally, a series of explosions came from within and outside the temple. The ground cracked open, revealing large and small fissures, and skulls shook out one by one. At first, there were only a few skull soldiers, but soon, skull archers and skull mages also emerged one after another.

  These undead creatures are no longer the vague things they were before, and under the nourishment of death breath, the individual strength of any one of them is absolutely not low.

  Nicholas's face changed color several times, and finally he let out a low sigh, saying: "What a blasphemous scene this is!"

  As he spoke, he lightly waved his hand and a holy light shot out from the center of his palm, instantly shattering the nearest skull soldier.

  But as that skeleton soldier fell, countless other skeleton soldiers seemed to have found their target and rushed towards Nicolas' trio.

  Nicholas let out a low sigh, and clusters of holy light shot out from his fingertips, each one hitting the target with precision. However, although his divine power was astonishing, it also couldn't withstand such a huge consumption. In just an instant, the holy light shooting out from his fingertips dimmed slightly.

  Alfred saw this scene, he let out a cold snort, put Nicholas behind him, the knight sword at his waist was unsheathed and slashed around, several holy cross lights intersected together, dazzling like fireworks, instantly turning several skulls into shattered bones.

  Behind him, Aoldas let out a cold laugh, the long spear condensed from the fighting energy in his hand sweeping horizontally, instantly shattering countless skulls into powder. The sacred light hidden within the fighting energy on the blade's edge burst forth, and in an instant, another empty space was blasted open amidst the skull horde.

  Aoldas's long spear in his hand turned again, and with a few quick jabs to the left and right, the skulls surrounding the three of them were reduced to fragments in an instant. Clearly, these low-level skull soldiers couldn't pose even the slightest threat to him.

  Ardas' long spear swept forward again, clearing a path in the main hall of the temple. He gazed into the darkness within and suddenly chuckled softly, saying: "Why...aren't you two coming in with me?"