Chapter 692: Chapter 347: Advent of the Evil God
For a Transcendent, three days is too short a time.
Even though Baiyi is a traveler, his mental state has long since been honed through countless battles, research, and the accumulation of endless knowledge, becoming an excellent Transcendent.
As the seventy-second hour arrived, Baiyi opened his eyes and looked down.
Others might not see it, but in Baiyi’s line of sight, the 1.3-meter-tall Sabo was already standing outside the Holy Church.
Seemingly sensing the gaze, Sabo looked up with a smile, extending a hand upward as an intensely filthy power surged into the sky.
Baiyi felt a fluctuation in space, and his lips whispered a spell, creating a sense of purification that enveloped him, allowing him to step along with the surrounding spatial fluctuations.
Buzz~
The lively scene around disappeared, and silence instantly shrouded Chaoyang City.
In front of Baiyi was Sabo’s small figure, but in another dimension.
[Great God of Light, we praise you, you are our savior, we will give everything for you, including our life and soul....]
The low prayer suddenly became incredibly clear, and a dozen Divine Mages of the Light Sect, including the bishop, noticed the surrounding anomaly.
They opened their eyes.
They seemed unable to see Baiyi and looked at Sabo with some confusion.
"Are you.... Finance Officer Sabo?"
Sabo’s reputation was great, but his appearance was not widely known, yet the bishop recognized him at a glance.
After all, he was the finance officer of the four cities, so he was somewhat recognizable.
Sabo smiled at the pure girl behind the bishop, showing a radiant smile on his face: "Respected God of Filth, source of all filth, great fallen Angel, once the Divine Envoy of the God of Light, Her Highness Lucre, it seems we will finally meet."
Midri looked a bit surprised, gazing at Sabo with those incredibly pure eyes: "Honorable Mr. Sabo, are you calling me?"
"Lord Finance Officer, what are you talking about? And where have the surrounding believers gone?" Ulysses asked cautiously, eyes filled with intense unease.
[Great God of Light, we praise you....]
Sabo raised his hand, and shadows appeared around, chanting the God of Light’s prayer, but gradually distanced themselves from here.
This didn’t mean they were leaving this church, just a kind of dimensional distancing.
To be precise, the world controlled by this Sabo was moving away from Xia, falling to deeper dimensions.
Carrying anchor points and some beacons along.
"This..."
Sabo ignored Ulysses, his eyes fixed on those incredibly pure eyes: "Perhaps you also know the entanglement between us, you were the first angel created by the God of Light, the most perfect angel, truly suited for the world’s purest soul, but...."
Sabo paused, the smile on his face fading: "The era has changed, once having the world’s purest soul, you are now filthy beyond measure."
A sharp voice constantly reverberated, and various parts of Chaoyang City shot up with sacred yet bizarre brilliance, illuminating this space blindingly.
The whispers of faith spread, about the Sun, about Diane, and the Goddess of Life.
One by one, the faiths began to darken, becoming intensely evil.
"Such filthy you, do you want to replicate your fall to escape my control, or...a bit of ridiculous nostalgia?"
Sabo smiled, his absolute filth enveloping the dozen people of the Light Divine Teaching, leaving only that beautiful girl looking at him with eyes full of confusion.
Wanting to ask something, but finding herself seemingly unable to understand Sabo’s language.
But that’s normal; angels are a perfect race created by the God, their native language is the Divine Language, only when someone who speaks it wants you to understand can you truly understand.
But this also proves that Sabo’s dialogue partner wasn’t this girl.
Sabo’s hand, hanging to the ground, carved a rune, and the power of absolute filth rose behind him, forming a divine throne.
He sat back, taking a seat on the Rule Throne that only a God could touch.
Sabo had some sentiment in his eyes, but on his face was Baiyi’s familiar smile, a lightheartedness in that smile: "Over the years, I’ve given you a lot of resources, and you’ve given me powerful abilities, we should be mutual."
"But the scales of rules are always so fair, whoever pays more, the scales will tilt that way."
"Perhaps you look down on mortals, but maybe you esteem another deity?"
He smiled slyly, a bit of sentiment dissipating from his eyes, said with the glee of a petty man achieving success: "Are you puzzled by how this fairness occurs?"
The Divine Language in his mouth held no majesty, only full of craftiness.
"Hehehe...."
"In the long history of light among angels, only two angels have voluntarily betrayed."
"One is you, the great filthy angel, the first anti-angel in the world, also the perfect God of the Fallen."
"The second is currently in the 9th Floor of Hell, governing the powerful Bottom of Hell."
"The two of you brought a new race to the world, the Fallen Angels."
"And perhaps you don’t know, the fall of that Fallen Angel wasn’t exactly as the rumors spread from Hell, not rebelling against their God due to divine unfairness, but because of your Power of Filth."
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