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Ten years ago, as a candidate for the Beast King, I had just entered the temple. I stood on the stone tablet with merit and honor under the temple for a long time. I saw a large piece of traces that had been erased, but I didn't know who occupied such a large space, because those glory could not be described in just one or two words. Around this glory, the names of the previous high priests and the outstanding hero orcs in the temple were engraved.

Six years ago, under the guidance of the high priest, my martial arts made rapid progress, and I stood out from my partners and became the most outstanding intern priest. At that time, I had already made some fame on the magic continent, and had fought with countless young masters, full of energy. But in the silent night, I always heard sighs coming from the high priest. Although the voice was low, his name was always floating.

Three years ago, I became the number one among young people. In addition, the beast emperor I assisted ascends to the throne, I was also named Prince, with glory in it, and was in the limelight. Only at this time did I see a glorious look in the eyes of the high priest. He seemed to have put down a heavy burden and pressure, and his thin and aging body also stretched out.

I understand that he finally found a sacrifice that could replace that person, a genius who could continue the glory of the temple.

Once upon a time, my struggle was aimed at him, and I would challenge him to treat the betrayer of this temple and the fallen man of the Orc Empire as a mountain that must be crossed before me. I was angry, why can a fallen man leave such a deep impression on the heart of the high priest, and has a special and difficult position in the eyes of many priests.

Therefore, I have to hold my breath to break his records in the temple; I have to surpass his records on the stele of glory one by one; his so-called title of the number one genius in history must be transferred to me.

When I really face him, it is when my emotions are at their highest. I want to prove to him who is the first genius of the temple and who can truly guide the future of the temple.

I won that battle.

I firmly believe that my golden fighting spirit has always been undefeated

He left behind a failure, and the Bemon beast he had always treasured. I suddenly felt like I was standing at the peak of glory, walking in the clouds and looking down at all.

Not long after, I learned the truth, and the high priest's words made me understand the whole story. It was like picking off the Clover's Crown's Crocodile, and the truth I saw was real and painful.

So the battle scenes of that battle kept flashing in my mind, making me think about the details about Lovest all the time.

The first genius in the history of this temple has never failed. The reason why he lost to me was just a reward and affirmation from a senior to a latecomer, so he left the Bemon beast to me so that I could carry the future of the temple. The Fallen Priest worship Lovest, who chose to disappear and fall in his prime, and hid all his truth in the twilight.

If the so-called fall of a god, Lovest is even the genius of our temple.

Three days ago, he contacted me. This was my first communication with him after the death of the High Priest. It was not long ago that Jessmila, who joined Twilight, died, and Lovest also smelled his own danger.

He made me watch out for everyone in Twilight, and he also let me contact someone.

This person is you, Ron.

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"Are you sure about this?" Apollo looked at the head in front of him.

His face was still unseen, and was covered by a magical mystery. No matter how Jose looked at it with his spirit and consciousness, he could not find out his true appearance. Therefore, he could only rely on that faint breath to distinguish. The powerful existence in front of him always existed in the shadow in his heart.

Since this shadow met as the first person many years ago, it has been deeply engraved in his heart. From then on, he abandoned his wife, sacrificed his son, and betrayed his relatives, but eventually he fell to the plane of the undead, and because of this shadow, he returned to the magic continent again.

"I have always kept your breath in my heart, there will be no mistakes, even if we have only seen it twice, plus this time," Jose said slowly.

"He can actually release my breath." Apollon's vague face seemed to move, rippling like calm waves. "Has the Holy Grail in his body reached such a level?"

"The Holy Grail? I know it," Jose said, "I know the Holy Grail is in his body, but it seems to only serve to replenish the fighting spirit, and it is far from being able to emit the power of rules."

"It seems you know a lot," Apollo said. "But Ron's incident was not beyond my expectations, but my plan needs to be accelerated."

"Aren't you worried? Maybe in a short while, Ron will be able to fully control the Holy Grail..." Jose laughed in a low voice.

"The undead, there are so many things you don't know," said Apollo. "The Holy Grail will always be under my control, just like the current situation. And you, the undead, your things have never transcended my sight. I gave you the promise, but unfortunately you never had the chance to let me fulfill it."

"Opportunities always exist," Jose laughed a few times, "I'm just curious. You know, when I first met you, I was shocked by your identity, so I did not have any doubts or hesitation in all my actions later. But now, the situation in the Magic Continent is really too interesting. Is this the first time that mortals resist a god?"

Apollo said: "These things are just stones on my way back. If you have hesitation and doubts, then you don't have to keep your promise with me. I asked the necromancer Feramis to call you back from the undead plane, not to listen to your complaints, Jose."

"I know this. But it's time for you to show your power. Even if I don't have any objections, will your followers have no opinion? I heard that the great elf king Jessmila has died in your hands. This is the first victim of Twilight, oh, no, the second. I heard that the steel man who is loyal to you is still slowly rusting in the dungeon of the Holy Church. I wonder if he is waiting for your arrival through autumn water, my god," said Jose.

"If you are talking to your master in this tone, I will crush your only remaining head," Balzeb said coldly.

Apollo stopped the angry Balzeb and said lightly to Jose: "The wrath of the gods will always bring shocks to the Magic Continent. Even now, as a projector, I am not fully mature, but it can still bring power and means that you can't imagine. You are right. Maybe I have been in the Magic Continent for too short, and it is not enough for the world to see everything about me. The matter of the Elf Clan is just a warning. I think I need another event to start my plan."

As he said that, he stroked his sleeves, a powerful aura emerged from him.

Jose's heart moved, feeling this familiar and unfamiliar aura, as if he had just returned to that night a long time ago.

Summon, eternal life, sacrifice...

These words flashed in Jose's mind, causing him to have a strange hallucination. He gave up everything and fought for everything.

When he responded, the haze on Apollo's body disappeared, and a handsome man appeared in front of him.

His face looked like white jade, and a strange energy flowed under his skin. His thin lips exuded a kind of perseverance and momentum that no one else could do. Even the faint smile at the corner of his mouth was elusive and mysterious. His eyes were like stars, and countless spatial changes were hidden between opening and closing. Under his clues, no one could look at him in a straight way, and could only admire him deeply.

Jose's soul fire flashed for a moment, but became calm. He could only express his awe and respect in this way. He had never seen an existence that could conquer his consciousness by relying solely on appearance and momentum. Perhaps this is the difference between the gods.

Apollo, who showed his true appearance, said to Jose in an unquestionable tone: "I can restore your body, what can you bring to me?"

"Channel", Jose's voice became respectful at this moment, "a solid passage in the undead plane, enough for your clone to pass through."

"How did you do it? Your scepter even fell into Martin's hands, and your power was already in the hands of others," Apollo said.

"I also have many means to prove that I can fulfill your request. I just hope that the agreement between us will not fail," said Jose.

Apollo nodded, reached out to grab, grabbed Hesai's head and threw it into an inexplicable space.

"In three days, I will pick you up and find a suitable body," Apollo said.

Space flashed, and the fluctuations and energy surged away. As Jose left, the house fell into silence again.

"Who didn't come to today's party?" said Apollo.

"Lovest," said Balzeb.

"It turned out to be him." Apollon's handsome, almost charming face moved.

"We have already found out about this matter. He is also one of the helpers of Jacemira," said Balzeb.

"Is the second traitor in the organization?" Apollo said slowly.

"Yes. If it weren't for the two of them, no one would have learned about Zhuo Dong's affairs, nor would he be wanted by the whole mainland for this, nor would the organization fall into a passive position because of this," said Balzeb.

"Oh, it's so regretful," Apollo sighed and waved at Balzeb. "One person is not enough to be his opponent. He is the first genius of the Orc Temple after all. Balzeb and Zhuodong, go both of you. Lovest is not the undead, so I only have his head."

The two saints of Balzebu and Zhuodong nodded at the same time, but they couldn't be excited. After all, they were once one of them. Even though they were already standing on different lineups, they still preserved a friendship.
Chapter completed!