Cthulhu Gonfalon

"That's great!" Worthy said happily. "This guy is dead!"

"Yes! It’s a good death! It’s a pity that it’s too late!”

"It’s not bad to die now, it’s better to die than to die!”

"Yeah, right! It’s better to die than to die." Jorga Deman, the **** of justice, laughed and then stood up in the Pantheon, coughing twice and clearing his throat. The next step is to be extremely loud and deafening, to ensure that every **** in the Pantheon can scream clearly and clearly.

"You! Tell you a good news!"

He paused for a moment, then the voice became louder and louder, shouting: "The **** of conspiracy is dead!"

His voice was answered in the Pantheon, except for silence.

A moment later, a **** stood up and asked, "Are you... is it a joke?"

"How is it possible!" Jorga Deman was angry. "Is my credit so bad? When did I make a joke!"

"But... but... that guy... how could it die?"

"He must be dead, properly, I can be sure." Jorga Deman said.

"Are you destroying Him?"

"No."

"So, which great majesty has wiped out him?" The **** has quite some meaning to break the casserole.

Jorgaardman frowned again and said impatiently: "What do you ask for this? Do you still want to avenge Him?"

"No!" The **** shook his head immediately. "I am just... I used to make an oath. Whoever destroyed the bastard, I will be willing to be His God and work for Him..."

Jorgar Deman understood this and pondered it and said, "That one... He doesn't need anything from God."

"He is not a god, but an ancient demigod, right?"

"...really, inquiring about his things is not good for you." Jorga Deman sighed. "In short, the **** of conspiracy is dead, and you can't die any more. You don't care. Whether he has enmity or friendship, he will stop here. Even if he has any unspeakable trade with him, he will give up honestly. The existence of 'the **** of conspiracy' has become a concept of the past."

After that, He sat down and ignored the questioning of the gods.

It is naturally impossible for the gods to go to the second row of the Pantheon to ask him, and they have to discuss each other and discuss each other. At this time, the gods who were sitting near the **** of conspiracy suddenly became fragrant. Many gods asked them what they were, and even offered to pay some benefits in order to get information.

It’s just that the gods know nothing about themselves. What kind of information is there?

They are not even sure when the conspiracy **** is degraded. It is really a matter of asking.

The gods asked for no fruit, and the voice of the discussion grew louder and louder, gradually as the tide surged inside the Pantheon.

Jorgardman listened to the screaming discussion behind him, feeling the countless gods that kept moving like a torrent, the brows deeper and deeper, and finally could not help but jump up and turned and shouted: "Are you bored? If you are bored, do the business! The confession of the knife is dead, everyone should be happy! Don’t you celebrate before you say it!"

He reminded the gods that many gods were surprised and then returned to God, one by one.

Indeed, as the **** of justice said, no matter how the **** of conspiracy died, it is important that he died.

He is dead! He is dead! ! He is dead! ! !

This is simply the best news!

The difference in the karma of the conspiracy god, the reputation of the bad, in the Pantheon is almost a single. When Xiong Xiong annihilated the Alliance of Evil Gods, there were still many evil gods who died of foxes and worried about themselves. But the **** of conspiracy is dead, let alone the good gods are too happy, even many evil gods have revealed a sincere smile.

This is really a happy thing!

More than one **** has issued a god, letting its followers take today as a new holiday, and celebrate it every year and every day. A lot of gods are still preparing for Zhang Luo, preparing for a large-scale celebration to celebrate this event.

In the Void God, some people have proposed this.

"Celebration?" Yan Xiong stunned and looked at Vier. "Did you not give up this priesthood and become a **** of pleasure?"

"But if you have something to celebrate, shouldn't you have a celebration?" Viyer asked, "The **** of conspiracy is finished, this is something to celebrate! What's wrong with making a celebration?"

Yuxiong pondered and found that nothing seemed wrong.

The **** of conspiracy is dead, which is of course a good thing, and it is still a good thing, it is worth celebrating a good thing!

In this case, it seems that it is a matter of course to have a celebration.

So he nodded and promised it.

Anyway, he has too much money to spend, find an opportunity to do a big celebration, nothing bad.

So the gods soon released, and the high-level church members and the high-level republics of the Northwest Republic, who were informed of the reasons for the celebration, smiled, and when the news spread, many scholars and priests put on the holiday costumes. Celebrate spontaneously on the streets.

Not only that, but after a few moments, the Northwest Republic received news from various countries, even the two parties including the gold coin in tension.

These messages are roughly in this format: XX, do you know? The **** of evil evil is fallen! This is a great event for all countries and a great event for all living beings in the world! We are very happy today, you must be very happy too! How about celebrating together?

As for where the news came from... The **** of pleasure, Vier, said that he did not know anything, not to look at Him, to see Him and He would not say anything...

Even many people who have escaped from the world have been alarmed. More than one hermit has left their place of seclusion and came to the world or some other well-informed place to inquire. After determining the death of the conspiracy god, Many seniors are unable to keep the calm and calm, and laugh.

"The guy is also today!"

"Great! Great!"

"Destiny! You are so kind to me, so that I can live to wait for this news!"

"I am dead without regrets! Dead without regrets!"

......

From these words, we can see that they have suffered through the conspiracy gods, and each has a deep hatred.

As for the believers of the conspiracy gods... Sorry, those devout believers have already died, and the remaining shallow believers are somewhat uneasy because of the conspiracy god, but more are ambitious.

The death of the conspiracy **** means that the conspiracy of "conspiracy" is empty.

So, who can guarantee that they will not have the opportunity to inherit this priesthood and become the **** of conspiracy of the next generation?

Ever since, a grand celebration that affects all the world, regardless of race, good or evil, is about to begin...