Everyone creates the world, I, the God of Destruction, am really not a villain

The night was dark.

Cathedral of the Holy Light.

Popes or missionaries who have made great contributions to religion are eligible to be buried under the church.

And inside the catacombs, candles flicker.

"Dig it out!"

"Your Majesty, this is the resting place of the previous Pope, we so..."

Dozens of nuns wondered why the new pope's temperament changed dramatically as soon as he took office.

He became nervous all day, no longer preaching, but looking for the undead every day.

Soon, the old pope's coffin was removed.

"Bring out the bones of everyone else!"

Everyone hesitated, and one of the nuns dared to shout, "You are blasphemy!" I already doubt that your faith is strong! The

words fell, and everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

The new pope's face was as gloomy as water, and he pointed at the nun and said, "Burn her."

"We wouldn't do such a thing!"

"I'm not telling you!"

In the next second, at the end of the dark tomb corridor, a strange flame ignited.

This flame seemed to have life, walking towards everyone.

The sound of footsteps and heartbeats mingled and echoed through the tomb.

A nun threw the candle flame away from her hand forcefully.

A click hit the bone, right in the ribs.

"Filth! How can filth be here!

Everyone was stunned.

You know, this is a holy place in the whole world.

The most central defense against the plague of the dead.

But now, what came in front of him was an undead man burning with orange flames.

"Why are you obsessed?" The new pope looked at the crowd with pity.

"I read through history and see every detail, since ancient times, we have been forced to fight, and what the gods have always hoped is that we will not stop fighting, let us keep fighting like lions and tigers in the Colosseum!"

As soon as these words came out, several nuns couldn't help but cover their mouths and scream.

What shocked them more than seeing the undead was that the Pope actually said such a big contrarian thing.

What a blasphemous gift!

"Your faith is no longer strong!"

"You are not worthy to be pope!"

Ignoring it, the new pope, in front of many nuns, turned around and knelt down on one knee, "Please give me the flame!" The

undead put his hand on his shoulder and the flames spread, burning him.

Not only the flesh burned, but also the faith he once had.

"Willing to fall! Stoop! The nuns roared.

"All the gods want is that we keep struggling.

What is the need for the existence of such a world ?!

It is better to believe in new gods and let this absurd farce end in destruction! "

When the flames burn through the body, the undead +1.

[Please note that among your necromancers, there are 8 stage staunch fire transmitters!] Outside

the church, Morun and Lin Yuetao were admiring the architecture of another world.

Until, the church doors were opened and flames spread.

The collapse that starts from the inside cannot be stopped.

The Level 1 Stage 1 magician appeared instantly, and he looked at the church gate with his eyes full of disbelief.

Two men came out of the church, one fifty years ago, to discuss his faith with the old pope who eventually made him believe in the Light.

The other is the new pope, the one who is responsible for all mankind against the scourge of the dead!

But at this moment, when the two of them walked out of the gate as immortals.

The Great Demon Mentor, who once reached the moon with his flesh and was known as the white-robed Venerable, looked up at the dark moon in the sky.

Faith collapsed in an instant.

Grabbing it empty-handed, the white-robed Venerable took out a staff with a cross-gilded mark out of thin air.

This staff, blessed by the old pope, has the power of light.

And now, he uses this staff to point at the two undead.

"I can't let you leave this place, if you two are seen by the world with this face... What else is the meaning of the war of God's word?

"God, the hope is that we will keep struggling!"

The old pope stretched out his hand towards the white-robed Venerable, "Come on friend, pass the flame with me." "

Thunder and lightning fell from the sky, splitting the old and new popes into black and gray in an instant.

Through the church gate, the corners of the white-robed Venerable's mouth trembled, and groups of undead nuns and priests were walking towards him.

"Sarcasm! The greatest irony in the world! The Holy Light Church against the undead is actually a hotbed for filth to hide!

At this moment, the white-robed Venerable chanted a mantra.

Moren looked towards the sky, and the moon suddenly collapsed and condensed into a meteorite.

"O sinners! Annihilate here! The

white-robed Venerable roared, and the white-robed dress was windless.

The sky is streaked with bright light.

"Boom!"

Dust flies high.

The once tall and majestic Church of the Holy Light, the holy place in the hearts of all the Holy Light believers, turned into a pile of ruins.

It was smashed into a deep pit of tens of meters by meteorite.

"This guy is good, look at me for a look! Depend, there is only one divine right point! Lin Yuetao was very angry and could only hold her hand and watch.

"It's a little skillful, but not much." Moren said this lightly.

"Who?" The white-robed Venerable looked sharply at the direction where Mo Lun and Lin Yuetao were.

In his eyes, there was nothing, just a cloud of air under the dark moon.

But he could feel that it wasn't easy.

In the instant just now, the meteorite seemed to fall not on the church, but on his head.

The high-temperature debris produced by meteorites hurt him as much as if they were embedded in his brain.

In the midst of the pain, countless crazy thoughts arise.

He had crazy thoughts such as killing all the magicians for sacrifice, or throwing himself into the arms of the undead and becoming a member of the undead.

"Can you see us?" Lin Yuetao was a little worried, "Bunny, if you are targeted by civilization, we will be discovered, Rogers will do him." In

the next second, the space was distorted, and a figure walked out of the spatial ripples.

"It turned out to be you, my best apprentice." The white-robed Venerable gritted his teeth.

His biggest regret in this life is to cultivate such a guy.

Once a magical genius - Rogers!

And now, become the leader of the undead, plunging the world into misery and flame!

I saw Rogers fall to the ground and kneel down on one knee facing the air: "Two gods are on top, listen to my prayers, can you allow me to pass the flame to the teacher." "

Although the fire is Morun's, the distorted credit also has a part of Lin Yuetao.

After all, double row, consuming the last divine power point, she naturally has the ability to command believers.

"My fellow citizens, rise again and fulfill the duty of spreading fire." Rogers raised his arms and shouted.

[Resurrection of the Dead] takes effect, and the black ash condenses together to form two undead.

Not only that, but inside the deep pit under the ruins, undead nuns and priests crawled out.

"What a distorted existence?" The white-robed Venerable roared: "Only gods are worthy of eternal life, what is a monster like you who can be resurrected?!"

"We are not immortal, we are just dry firewood, and our existence is precisely to transmit the flame of immortality."

Saying that, Rogers hit the white-robed Venerable with a death spell.

Chinese characters resembling "death" appeared on his face, forming curse marks like burns from a soldering iron.

Seeing this spell mark similar to the word 'death', Lin Yuetao looked at Mo Lun curiously: "Bunny, how did you do it?"

"I don't know, maybe it's an unexpected result of distortion."

"This way." Lin Yuetao nodded.

【Fool Experience +6】

Increase Fool Experience?

Moren wondered, the death spell is the skill of the necromancy bishop, and it shouldn't be an accident to become a dead word?

Could it be said that the [Outer God Whisper], [Outer God Interference] talent plus [Distortion] and [Gaze] will produce new changes?

Say what you say?

Or is it that allowing the necromancer bishop to have this ability is equivalent to allowing him to do what he says?

"How is it possible..." The white-robed Venerable's eyes trembled, he saw his own death, but he could not live tonight...