Everyone was silent in an instant.

This call has only one meaning, which is to convey oracles.

All the people, including the pigeons, crawled on the ground again, and the entire mountain fell into a terrifying silence in an instant.

The old vulture said unraveledly—

"The beings in the sky kill blood and become nature, and their sins are profound and unforgivable. When my ancient black god came here, I will let the people experience the real pain."

"People, please remember the day of my arrival. The day of my arrival is the next hundred years, and the first and final day of happiness."

After the oracle was announced, everyone was still crawling, some were trembling and some were crying, but no one dared to speak out.

The old vulture lowered its head, and the oracle read it over, and then it began to explain these things.

"I never thought that we wanted to end the 87 Kings Rebellion, but what we waited for was a more terrifying existence." The old vulture sighed, "The ancient black god just said that he had killed the Supreme Lord of Yunding. The god is afraid that he will never come back."

You must not come again, the old vulture thought so, and his beak couldn't help biting even tighter.

Seeing the Archbishop so moved, more crying sounded, passing backwards one by one, like a tragic symphony.

The old vulture continued, "The Wushen also said that those who feed on pain will live, and those who resist will fall into endless torture and become the bait for him to absorb pain."

This time, everyone couldn't control themselves and cried again.

The old vulture let out a long roar and raised its wings: "But everyone, can you see the flying fire just now? Can you hear the divine sound just now?"

Everyone was shocked by the sound of the old vulture, and then they remembered that there seemed to be a ball of flame flying away with a powerful chirping.

"That's the daughter of the ancient black god, huh... Chaos Vermilion Bird." The old vulture reluctantly said this nonsense name, "She doesn't want to see sentient beings immersed in suffering. She would rather break with her father than save sentient beings."

The light of hope immediately reappeared in everyone's eyes.

"But compared to the terrifying ancient black god, she is still too weak... For everyone's safety and happiness, and in order not to be imprisoned in eternal suffering, I beg everyone not to believe in her."

"Then... Could it be..." The big-eyed and sharp-mouthed pigeon cried, "Do you want to believe in the ancient black god?"

"This is a punishment of heaven, and we must bear the liquidation... I think the day when sins are redeemed is dawn. And my duty is here to listen and convey the voice of God, whether he is good or bad, good or evil." The old vulture stroked the dove's wings and said clearly, "I will continue to perform my duties, and at the same time I pray to the ancient black god to reduce the suffering and punishment imposed by them. As for everyone... I... do not force it."

"Architect!" The doves surrounded them.

"How can you immerse yourself in the fear of the demon god?"

"For the Dome Song Plane, we can give ourselves to our own devil, as long as the Demon God is willing to leave."

"What is the Demon God going to do? Let's try to hold him back..."

"Let's go, let's go. This god is the most terrifying class I've ever seen." The old vulture waved its wings, "I'm afraid I can't stand this class."

After saying that, he walked down the steps along the gap left between the people.

The white doves followed without hesitation.

Everyone on both sides cried and bowed their heads.

One person cried and asked, "Bissar, where should we go?"

The old vulture shook his head and said, "I can only convey the oracle, whether to follow it, in yourselves."

Another person lay on the ground and cried in tears: "Is this the price of years of bloody killing..."

The old vulture bowed his head and said nothing.

"Bibetan, where is the Chaos Suzaku?"

"I don't know, I think she's anywhere."

"Can she... save us?"

"The myth is happening, and I can't foresee the ending."

"Would we follow her miracle or stay here?"

"Stay here, maybe redemption is not that far away."

"What did the Chaos Bird God say in the end?" A man with a particularly good memory asked, "It seems that the people are dead? Bishop, what does that mean?"

The old vulture had a very bad expression. After scolding her heart for a long time, she said, "If the people are not kind, all things will be silent."

"That is,...she...is she blamed us too?"

The old vulture leaned over and stroked the fluff on the back of the believer's neck: "No, she is more like... blaming us, just like my mother's rebuke. Although it is not nice, it has no malice."

"So... Zhuque hopes...we will change?"

"I believe this is the case. Just like a loving mother, no matter what kind of mistakes she does, she will forgive her children as long as she knows the mistakes and can correct them."

"Well..." The believer crawled on the ground, "May those fourteen tyrants also hear such oracles."

"They...maybe..." The old vulture stared at the seemingly unrestrained flames in the distance, "not worthy of forgiveness."

The temple on the opposite hill is full of furniture and accessories that conform to the "bird body function", which makes Zhouyou look awkward but very fragrant to use.

For example, the bed prepared for him is a large thick cork, and a few claws are grabbed on it and you can sleep. There is also a cushion behind it, so you can consider sleeping against it.

There are many tree-shaped pillars in the palace, with various types of berry utensils hanging on them, including nectar, grains, rubberworms and other delicacies. Zhou You only drank a sip of honey, but he didn't dare to touch the others.

Going further in, there is also a place to exercise, there are many fake birds and basic moves here.

At a glance, in this low magic plane, there are mainly four routines: singing, beak pecking, claw hooking and wing flapping. There are not many tools and weapons developed. If you don’t consider magic, you probably can’t beat the Bronze Age humans.

Inside is the wall of records, which uses half murals and half words, as if it is a concise history of the dome song plane. In short, after each miracle, the archbishops and priests will become the administrators of society. Then as time goes by, power gradually becomes the masters of the military group, and then becomes more and more chaotic, and then the next god arrives, bringing peace for a period of time again.

Seeing that the rebellion of the Eighty Seven Kings was portrayed in a particularly bloody way. This was the only time. The arrival of the gods brought about greater chaos. The owner of each descendant firmly believed that this was the only son of God. Everyone was famous and occupied the high point of justice and belief. Even the Archbishop could no longer control the situation.

Interestingly, the other characters are fleeting in an instant, occupying only half of the wall at most. Only the Archbishop seems to be immortal from beginning to end.
Chapter completed!