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Stripping off the "celebration" priesthood and seeking the "enjoyment" priesthood again was something that Weiye had already planned.

He even did more than one rehearsal, practicing what he would do at that time and how to deal with various emergencies to ensure that everything was foolproof.

But no matter how many rehearsals he did, it could not replace practice.

For example, he never thought that it would be so painful when he was actually stripped of his priesthood.

In fact, he had already done rehearsals in this regard, and had borrowed a few ruthless butchers from Morani. When he was rehearsing, he stabbed himself three times and six times, and blood flowed all over the ground. At that time, he was so painful that he grimaced. He felt that he had rehearsed very well, and even suspected of self-abuse.

Now he realized that his original rehearsal was actually far from enough!

Apart from anything else, the pain of stripping the priesthood alone was far beyond his expectations, and even beyond his imagination.

"Giggle... Giggle... Giggle..." Because of the extreme pain, He couldn't even scream, and could only make meaningless gurgling sounds from his throat, like a rooster that had been strangled by the neck and was about to die.

This was of course just an illusion, and pain alone could not take the life of a great god.

But... there was a very brief moment, and Weiye even thought that it might be better to die than to live, after all, everyone knew that the dead had no sense of pain.

This absurd thought only existed for an extreme moment, and was directly extinguished by Him. Then He didn't care about anything else, endured the terrible pain, tried to stabilize the stripped priesthood, and passed it to the Holy Spirit with the last bit of connection between himself and the priesthood.

The white light flashed, and the Holy Spirit, who was originally covered in a white robe and couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman, was instantly surrounded by divine light. The divine light tore the white robe, revealing a handsome man with a gentle smile and eyes like a crescent moon, who made people feel good at first sight.

But Sui Xiong and the others had no time to observe and understand the new successor of the celebration god at this moment. Everyone's attention was focused on Weiye.

The most difficult and dangerous thing of this ceremony has just begun!

Weiye, who was stripped of the celebration priesthood, has greatly reduced his strength and has fallen to the level of a quasi-god. Especially since he himself is not good at fighting, and it can even be said that he is not even a quasi-god. I am afraid that a powerful legendary peak can beat him to the ground at this moment.

There is no doubt that Weiye is now extremely weak. He found Sui Xiong before and asked Sui Xiong to help protect himself, just for this moment.

For a while, the gods' attention was all focused on him, and they could no longer care about anything else.

At this moment, a mysterious visitor came outside a cage hidden in a small demiplane near the main plane.

"The opportunity has come." The visitor was shrouded in black smoke, so that even his height, weight and body could not be seen clearly. His voice was also changed by the strange smoke, hoarse and low, and it was impossible to tell where he came from. "The poor lunatic and the green jellyfish are busy with a big thing now, and they can't spare their hands."

In the golden divine power cage, Hasarin, the god of shadows and assassins, opened his eyes.

He did not ask the reason, but chose to believe.

I have fallen to this point, what benefit can I get by deceiving myself?

Besides, I have already been like this, what else can I lose? What else is there to be afraid of?

Death? There is nothing to be afraid of death, I have never been afraid of death.

So He smiled, and the next moment, he burst out all his divine power without reservation.

The divine power cage that trapped Him inside was made by Jorgadman. With His powerful divine power, the cage he made was naturally enough to completely trap a medium-level divine power. But when Hasarin burst out with all his strength, but he himself was too distracted by Weiye's situation, the cage suddenly had a flaw that shouldn't have existed, and Hasarin forced a small gap.

The next moment, Hasarin's body in the cage exploded directly and turned into a ball of black flames. Most of the black fire was annihilated by the powerful divine power in the golden cage, but there was still a wisp that escaped from the small gap.

One wisp was enough.

For Hasarin, even if only a wisp of his body escaped from the cage, it meant that he was completely out of trouble.

The wisp of black fire turned in the air and turned back into Hasarin. He looked a little pale and a little tired, but the light in his eyes was still firm and unshakable.

"What do you want to do next?" asked the figure shrouded in smoke.

Hasarin didn't answer at all, and his figure disappeared without a trace in a flash.

The next moment, His figure appeared in front of the sacred tree at the edge of the Void City that was used to suppress and destroy the God of Fear, Dialt.

His body was shrouded in the twisting strange black flames, using this method to temporarily separate himself from the main plane to avoid being discovered by the barrier left by the Goddess of Life to protect the main plane and being struck by lightning.

But the black flames were obviously slowly weakening, and it could be seen that His power was also weakening.

However, Hasarin didn't care at all.

He originally thought that everything was hopeless, and now there was finally a glimmer of hope. For this glimmer of hope, He didn't care about anything.

Gazette stared at the sacred tree, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the tree, and saw the figure sealed in the middle of the tree, wearing hideous black armor forever. The God of Shadow and Assassination smiled slightly, and rushed forward without hesitation, burning all his remaining divine power in an instant, and all his power was injected into the usual artifact short knife "Soul-killing Thorn", and stabbed the sacred tree fiercely.

The power of this knife was unparalleled. No matter how strong the vitality of the sacred tree was, it could not withstand it. In an instant, the branches and leaves withered and the wood rotted, as if it had experienced countless years of erosion after dying, and had been completely weathered.

At this moment, as long as a light breeze blew, the sacred tree would completely collapse and turn into countless debris scattered all over the ground.

However, countless green veins in the sacred tree emitted light.

The next moment, the green light filled the sacred tree that had completely withered and decayed, replacing its original structure and reshaping its body according to its previous appearance.

It was still green and towering. The withering and decaying just now seemed to be just an illusion.

But Hasarin could no longer see this scene. That knife burned up all of His power, even the very existence of the gods. From that moment on, there was no longer the "God of Shadows and Assassination Hasarin" in the world.

When a courageous man is determined to do something, he often says "If you don't succeed, you will die", but Hasarin went a step further. He didn't care whether he could succeed or not, and directly used his life as part of the bargaining chip and threw it all out.

"What a great determination!" A face emerged from the newly withered tree. Looking closely, it was exactly what Sui Xiong looked like on Earth.

Fortunately, he integrated a clone into the sacred tree, so he was able to reshape the sacred tree at the critical moment just now, preventing the god of fear from flying away.

Because of this, he didn't have time to catch Hasarin again, and could only watch the loyal assassin he admired fall.

Sighing secretly, Sui Xiong used a branch to roll up the artifact dagger that fell on the ground, put it into the trunk, and placed it next to the crystal of the God of Fear, together with the hideous black armor left after the God of Fear collapsed and dissipated.

"I don't know if you had a good impression of each other when you were alive, but I think your relics should be placed together, so that you can always accompany each other." He said to himself, "Maybe some people will think I'm hypocritical, but I think, let these two artifacts be a memorial for you."

After that, the sacred tree returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.