Chapter 236: God descend! (big

Chapter 236 God Descends! (Dazhang asks for a monthly ticket and asks for a subscription)

1091 of the holy Hui calendar, the month of germination.

The 60th year of the Great Crusade.

One of the plane federations under the jurisdiction of the wizard council, the plane of myriad opportunities.

In the sky.

A round of "mechanical sun" composed of countless metals, gears, and runes is suspended.

The wizards and mechanical creatures of the plane of myriad machines call it the "eternal melting pot"

In the Eternal Furnace, the power of endless fire elements gathers, reacts, and transforms into the energy of mechanical creatures in the plane of myriad opportunities.

This is the most important place on the Plane of Myriad Machines, the place where the energy center is located.

On the side of the Eternal Furnace, the huge legendary wizard Sky City is guarding the side.

On the sky city, there is a towering sea-blue wizard tower.

At the top of the tower, a wizard in a blue robe with deep eyes like an ancient wise man is looking at the crystal ball floating in front of him.

This is the legendary wizard of the ocean faction, the dark blue sage Luther.

Since he came to the Plane of Myriad Chances, he has fought against the Father of Plague many times, each winning or losing.

The opponent is an extremely difficult evil god, whose plague power is pervasive, even mechanical creatures are at risk of being infected.

Those infected mechanical creatures will collectively lose control, forming a terrifying wave of "omninic crisis".

However, the intrusion from the father of the plague has been less recently, which makes Luther a little unaccustomed, and always feels that the other party is brewing some bigger conspiracy.

In addition to being a legendary wizard of the Ocean School, the Deep Blue Sage is also a rare wizard of the prophecy faction.

Now, he is using the crystal ball to try to penetrate the fog and predict some things, so as to make the next move.

Now, divination has reached the final stage.

On the crystal ball, strange and complicated pictures flashed one by one.

In the end, the picture freezes in the boundless dark land, the plane that mainly presents azure blue.

"Nora..."

The Plaguefather is a powerful evil god. Even with the means of a legendary wizard, only this bit of information can be obtained through divination.

Others, there is no way to divination.

But the dark blue sage has dealt with evil gods for many years, and he basically understands the routines of evil gods.

"He is going to bring down the incarnation of the saint in Nora, this may be a good time to do it."

Whether it is an evil **** or a righteous god, through the correct divine descending ceremony held by its followers, they can descend to a certain plane through the incarnation of a saint.

The strength of the descending avatar is related to the strength of the evil **** itself, the level of the **** descending ceremony, the level of the sacrifice, and the level of the plane itself, etc.

What communicates all this is the mysterious and mysterious power of faith.

Gods can't send down the incarnation of saints casually. The farther the distance is, the greater the cost and consumption will be.

So, the dark blue sage felt that now might be a good opportunity.

"Wait, that guy will definitely be able to guess that I will divination him, whether this is a situation he deliberately designed... just wait for me to enter, and catch the turtle in the urn.

But if you don't try, you may miss an opportunity to seriously injure or even kill him.

By the way, why not ask about the magic gold coins of destiny? "

In the palm of the dark blue sage, an ordinary-looking coin appeared at some point.

"Magic Destiny Gold Coin, tell me what to do?"

The dark blue sage tossed the coin lightly, and the coin landed on the ground in a perfect parabola, spinning continuously.

Eventually, the coin comes up heads.

The robe of the dark blue sage fluttered without wind, and thousands of stars flashed across his eyes, reflecting the entire plane of myriad opportunities.

The next moment, the legendary wizard's face was firm, and it turned into an endless flow of azure particles, dissipating in the wizard tower.

In the same place, only the fate gold coin lay quietly, face up.

In the pattern, there is an elegant and gentle smile of a lady.

I don't know how long it will be.

It seems that the painful wailing of the gods resounded through the multidimensional planes, as if a great war that could change the world broke out somewhere.

With the aftermath of the terrifying shock came.

In the wizard tower, the fate gold coin was shaken, revealing the reverse side of the fate gold coin.

On the other side, it is also the lady's smile, which seems to be full of affirmation, determination, and... courage.

The legendary wizard's magical fate gold coin, only the front side.

…

Somewhere in the Plane of Myriad Machines, the sky is full of yellow sand, and there are broken mechanical wreckage, parts, gears, and the corpses of rotting green-skinned monsters everywhere...

This is one of the battlefields between the wizards and the plague legion on the Plane of Myriad Chances.

Although the father of the plague is an evil god, he is a real inventor. With various plague magic and some powerful creatures from multiple planes, he controls and transforms them to form his subordinates. The mighty Plague Legion.

Actually, except for large-scale wars involving legendary wizards, the Father of Plague does not need to personally end most of the plane invasions.

He is a god, the father of all great unclean people, and it is a very outrageous thing to end up in person.

Basically, a "Plague Lord" comparable to a great wizard can lead a certain number of plague legions to capture most planes without demigods.

Below the great lord, there are a large number of "plague lords", also known as "great unclean ones". These plague monsters comparable to high-level wizards are terrifying nightmares for enemies on the battlefield.

This was originally the base of a war group of wizards. Three days ago, a plague lord outside of intelligence led an army to sweep across here. A large number of wizards died in battle, and many of them evacuated here.

On the hot ground away from the battlefield, two alchemy spheres, one large and one small, are rolling forward in the wind and sand. The surface of the spheres is full of scars, and the alchemy components are old and new.

"I don't know when the war will end. I really want to go back to the Endless Sea. Looking at the endless blue sea will make me feel better." Stella said softly.

She looked at Herman's frown. "Herman, are you still worried about the Pale Tower?"

"Yeah, when we left the Pale Tower, without the presence of the wizards of the three rings, Murphys would definitely bully them..." Herman said.

"Don't think so much, hold on for a while, and when the war is over, we may be able to go back... Besides, didn't you say that Li Wei is not an ordinary person? Maybe he has grown up now and can be his own." Stella Said.

"That kid is indeed extraordinary. I suspect that he was rebuilt by the soul wizard, haha." Recalling those partners in the endless sea, the voice of the tower owner began to become light.

"Unknowingly, I have been away for sixty years..."

"yes."

The two **** sighed and disappeared into the yellow sand sky under the setting sun.

…

Human world.

Peacock Kingdom.

Prosperous and rich southern region.

There is a valley that stinks.

In the valley, there are rotting corpses everywhere, many of which are human. Some of these corpses are half buried in the soil, and some are directly displayed in the open air.

These corpses were caused by many southern lords and civilians discarding some people who died of the plague after the great plague last year.

Although some doctors told these lords that the corpses should be incinerated to avoid infection, but because of ignorance and ignorance, few people could do so.

"What a perfect place for gods to descend." Earl Johnson held a blue ghost claw in his hand, enjoying the charming smell of decay.

"Enough aftertaste." For ghouls, the dirt and the smell of corpses are the most appetizing.

Because only in this way can you express your belief in the father of the plague.

Every believer of the Father of Plague, whether it is a ghoul or a variety of dirty and rotting creatures, is proud to be the "Great Unclean" around the Father God.

"Give me all out, don't eat them secretly, these are sacrifices to the Father God, these sacrifices are not enough, you go to the surrounding cities, and then secretly catch some back, try not to provoke those human rangers, although they are strong Ordinary, but now is the critical moment to summon the Father God, and we can't make extra trouble." Earl Johnson said.

Under the ground where the rotten corpses were displayed, wriggling things like rotten meat appeared. Tens of thousands of white maggots surged in the rotten meat, making the rotten meat look like a honeycomb.

Then, these rotten meats gradually condensed and turned into figures of nobles.

Ghouls, their strength from low to strong, are the lowest ghouls, baron, earl, duke, grand duke, prince...

The vast majority of these figures are ordinary ghouls, whose strength is about equal to that of a ring wizard.

Earl Johnson could feel that maybe a hundred years later, the strength of his subordinates would be enough to sweep the world.

But with the recovery of the demon tide, this manpower is no longer enough.

Even if you leave the church aside.

Recently, it seems that another force has emerged in the world to fight against the dark creatures, repeatedly destroying the good deeds of the ghouls.

Watson, the genius doctor, is very likely to be the person with this hidden power.

The ghouls need the leadership of God the Father, otherwise they cannot fight against these forces.

And this day is coming soon.

Three days later.

In the valley, those ghouls rushed in one after another, followed by freshly baked corpses.

These corpses are all arranged in a specific array pattern, forming an eight-pointed star array composed of corpses in the valley.

Earl Johnson directed the work of his subordinates in an orderly manner.

finally.

The sacrificial array for the divine descent was ready, and Earl Johnson looked excited. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

With the guidance of God the Father, they no longer need to hide.

Ghouls stood beside Earl Johnson. They waited until night fell and darkness enveloped the land.

Then, Earl Johnson placed the ghoul's arm in the center of the sacrificial circle.

These ghouls looked solemn, no different from those praying in the church.

Compared with humans, perhaps these monsters have a purer belief in their own gods.

After all, except for their father god, they are rotten monsters that are despised on most planes.

Only God the Father, like a true loving father, treats every believer equally and tolerantly, without distinction of high or low.

In comparison, the God of Shenghui Church is a false loving father.

"You are the source of all evil plagues."

"You are the embodiment of all diseases."

"You are the father of the Great Unclean One!"

"Great ancestor of ghouls, father of plagues, **** of despair and corruption!"

"Come on!"

Accompanied by the prayers of all the ghouls.

The pitch-black night became darker and deeper, even the stars were dimmed.

After a long time.

Prayers are not answered.

This made Earl Johnson hesitate.

The other ghouls were also suspicious, but the Earl didn't tell them to stop, and they didn't dare to say anything.

Until after praying dozens of times.

The magic circle didn't respond at all.

"Boss, what's going on?" A ghoul baron couldn't help asking.

"Don't ask, keep praying, it should be that we are not devout enough, we should increase our efforts." Earl Johnson said.

"OK."

In the valley, time passed by every minute.

The **** descending ceremony seems to have not been successful.

"Impossible... My rituals, prayers, and all the steps are strictly in accordance with the "Book of Ghouls". This was compiled by the Lord Ghoul Prince himself. Father God bestowed the title of Great Unclean One, maybe the sacrifices were not enough..."

Earl Johnson thought in his heart.

Just when he was about to send the ghouls to continue to the nearby territory to kidnap people and return.

Among the stars overhead, one star seemed to turn a pale green.

The next moment, the magic circle of divine descent burst into light, and the corpses, flesh and blood, intestines, rotten bones, and all kinds of rotten things all began to buzz and tremble.

Then, these things began to condense, rushing towards the ghost claws of the ghoul prince in the center of the magic circle.

Not long after, a mountain of meat tens of meters high began to form in the center.

Rotten intestines drilled into Roshan's abdomen like earthworms, dense maggots formed Roshan's muscles, pale bone spurs protruded from Roshan's abdomen, and a strange long tongue emerged from Roshan's abdomen, sniffing around like a snake Then, a green miasma filled the mountain of meat and accumulated in the valley.

When the horrible monster that couldn't be seen directly was finally formed, all the ghouls looked wild.

In their eyes, this ugly green mountain of meat is so tall, majestic, kind and gentle. His palm full of oil, fungus, and virus seems to be able to touch the boundless void, and even the stars are under such corrupt power. In front of it, went out.

Earl Johnson fell to the ground with a plop, as did the other ghouls.

They shouted in unison.

"God the Father!"

On the head of Roshan, the blurred facial features revealed a smiling face like a loving father.

"My dear children, I really, really can't thank you..."

Roshan looked at the starry sky, and his heart was peaceful: "The plague will not be defeated, nor will it be eliminated, Luther, we will meet again..."

…

Heiwen City.

Li Wei spent half a year here.

In the past six months, Li Wei did not go to the South and the North.

He was just in Heiwen City, silently collecting all the knowledge about the ancient civilization in this city, digesting and assimilating it.

On the other hand, he is studying the ancient law.

He once wanted to try to learn the ancient sacred method, but finally gave up.

He always feels that the ancient holy method seems to be able to give birth to a powerful ancient holy, but compared to the knight breathing method, it is not perfect.

So he planned to wait for himself to collect more ancient sacred methods, and then see if he wanted to practice this method.

Not long after, Mengka's voice sounded outside.

"My lord, I have something to ask to see." Mengka said, his voice hurried.

"Come in." Li Wei said lightly.

"What's up?"

"The White Scale Tribe in Levin City and the Swift Tribe in Iter City are heading towards our Black Spot City. It is said that these two tribes, not long ago, took refuge in the Old Sage with the Green Armor, and now they may have obtained the Green Armor The ancient sage's instruction came to put pressure on me..."

After Li Wei finished listening, information about these two tribes flashed through his mind.

The White Scale Tribe and the Swift Tribe are the two largest tribes within a radius of 10,000 miles, apart from the Black Spot Tribe, both of which have ancient snake-level powerhouses.

Since Mengka led the tribe into Black Spot City, the parties have been fighting for many years over territorial issues, but there has been no result.

Originally, Li Wei wanted to wait until he had time, and take Mengka to destroy these tribes, integrate them, and form a powerful army, so as to fight against the Old Sage in the future.

It's just that he was busy with research and never cared about it.

Unexpectedly, now the other party came to the door.

"Get ready to fight, I will fight as a general under your command, don't reveal my true strength for now." Li Wei said with a calm face.

"Okay, it's up to the adults to decide." During this time, Li Wei and Kane were always talking about the unification of the Old Saint Empire in Monka's mansion.

At first, Mengka felt that the Old Sage was joking, but later, he discovered that the other party was actually serious...

This nameless ancient sage strongman really wanted to unify the ancient sage empire and complete this feat that no one has accomplished since the original ancient sage.

…

Outside Black Spot City.

Monka is riding a huge rhinoceros-like beast, and his cold lizard pupils are looking at the huge army ahead.

Beside Monka, a salamander man with red scales in armor was also riding a giant beast, with a calm expression on his face.

"Mengka, Patriarch Swift and I came here today at the order of Ancient Sage Qingjia. The three of us have been fighting for many years. We are equal and there is no victory or defeat. It is meaningless to go on like this. Ancient Sage Qingjia has already set our sights on our land. , listen to my advice, surrender. This world, after all, will be divided up by the Old Sage, and under the Old Sage, everyone is an ant." Said the Patriarch Bailin.

"Bai Lin, there have been Old Sages in your tribe's history anyway, are you willing to condescend to others like this? Are you a dog? Even if I, Mengka, lose to the Old Sage, I would rather die in battle than lead my subordinates Surrender." Monka said very stiffly.

Who made him have a hidden ancient sage powerhouse beside him?

Otherwise, Mengka, who knows the current affairs, would have surrendered long ago.

"Mengka, with the strength of your clan, how can you be the opponent of our two clans? Stop struggling meaninglessly, and surrender quickly!" the swift and fierce patriarch urged.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go together, let me use endless scorching power to dry you up!" Mengka said confidently.

On the city wall, the old lizard Kane, one of the commanders of the Monka army, looked nervous.

"I'm afraid this battle will be more ominous than good. With Mengka alone, how can he be the opponent of two ancient snake-level powerhouses... Eh, that salamander kid, why did he go to the battlefield? Isn't this just nonsense?"

During this period of time, Li Wei dealt with Kane as a knowledge seeker, with a very gentle and humble attitude, completely different from the arrogant and domineering temperament of the Salamanders.

Kane preconceived that Li Wei is also a cultural person like himself.

Who would have imagined that this kid actually followed the Santo of Monka and went to the battlefield without making a sound.

"Since this is the case, there is nothing to say. We have already given you the opportunity." Patriarch Bailin sneered.

"Late will change, take this black-striped city earlier, and go back to report." After the swift and fierce patriarch finished speaking, he led the lizardman army under his command and charged towards the battlefield.

Speedy lizards are born to be extremely fast, and the leader of the swift and fierce clan has practiced the "Ancient Sacred Art of Splitting the Sky". He instantly turned into an afterimage, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword light tore through the battlefield and entered straight!

"Hahaha, that's great!" The swift and fierce patriarch laughed, enjoying the killing very much.

On the other side, Mengka had already fought with Patriarch Bailin, one black and one white, fighting on the battlefield, and no lizardman around dared to approach.

"This is the power of the ancient snake powerhouse. Although it is far inferior to the ancient sage, it is no problem to kill three in and three out among these ordinary lizardmen." Kane has seen the ancient sage level Fighting, so I am not very surprised by such a small fight.

The swift and fierce patriarch killed a Heiwen clansman with his long sword. Suddenly, he found that among the army, there seemed to be a strong salamander wearing armor, fighting in his own army.

"Looking for death!"

The Violent Patriarch plunged into the battlefield, his speed was too fast, and most of the attacks couldn't land on him.

"Splitting the sky!"

With his own ancient holy method, he developed this invincible slash!

The magnificent sword light blasted a way, unstoppable.

But in front of the strong Salamander, he was cut off by his sword.

"Interesting, you can take my sword. I didn't expect Mengka to invite a strong man at the level of an ancient snake." The power of splitting the sky broke out, and the figure of the swift patriarch disappeared suddenly.

Li Wei rode the giant beast, calmly watching the swift and fierce patriarch spinning around him like a phantom, trying to confuse himself in this way.

"Big bells and whistles!"

The air-cracking blows rushed towards Li Wei like a tide.

Bang, bang, bang.

Li Wei did not crush directly, but confronted the opponent with the strength of the ancient snake level.

At this moment, the swift and fierce patriarch's heart, from the beginning of self-confidence, has become unconfident.

"The speed is so strong, it can be compared with my power to crack the sky. Is the ancient sacred method of the Salamander clan good at speed?" The swift and fierce patriarch doubted life.

At the end of the fight, Li Wei was fine.

The swift and fierce patriarch was panting heavily, spitting snake letters, and his body was shaking from lack of strength.

He knew that he was no match for this Salamander powerhouse, and even if the opponent wasn't the Old Sage, it wouldn't be much worse.

He began to retreat quickly, turning into an afterimage, trying to escape under Li Wei's nose.

Li Wei held the reforged Frostmourne in his hand, pointed his sword at the sky, and the power of ashes exploded!

With a sword strike, an annihilation crack began to appear in the swift and violent army in front.

All lizardmen on the trail of the gray sword light will die!

"Don't run away!"

Li Wei opened the Blood Feather Bow, and a Blood Forbidden Cone appeared on it.

He easily pulled away the third-level blood vessel, the bow was like a full moon, and the arrow was like a shooting star.

He looks like a real ancient warrior, shooting out with one arrow!

The swift patriarch who turned into a phantom and fled in front of him snorted, and the blood forbidden cone penetrated his body, causing him endless pain.

Then, one after another, the blood forbidden cones all entered the body of the swift and fierce patriarch.

In the end, he half-kneeled on the ground, looking forward, his eyes were loose, and he was already dead!

Seeing the sudden death of the tribal leader, the other swift and fierce warriors were shocked, and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.

The Whitescale patriarch also noticed something was wrong.

"Dead? How is it possible? This black-striped tribe, who can kill the swift and fierce patriarch who is good at speed?"

The next moment, a **** figure rushed to the front of the battlefield, and together with Mengka, besieged the Whitescale Patriarch!

"Bai Lin, surrender, look at your men, they are all afraid..." Mengka said loudly.

"Impossible! I..."

Patriarch Bailin hadn't finished his words when he was blown away by Li Wei's punch and smashed into the ground, cracking the ground.

"Bai Yan!"

White flames burst out from the angry Whitescale Patriarch's body, which is the embodiment of the [Power of Phosphorus Fire] burning in his body!

If he surrendered, what greeted him would be the revenge of the Qingjia Old Sage, who counted every penny, and that was the real despair.

"If you can't see the situation clearly, then die!" Mengka's scorching slash was surrounded by heat waves, and he fought with the white scales braving white flames.

Li Wei did not continue to fight, but returned to the formation silently, watching the play alone.

"The strength I have shown is almost the same now. A relatively strong ancient snake-level powerhouse of the Salamander clan... If it is stronger, a new Old Sage will be born out of nowhere. I am afraid that other Old Sages will come to watch."

You must know that the reptile civilization has not given birth to a new Old Sage for a long time. Every time a new Old Sage appears, it is an absolute big event that will soon spread throughout the entire Old Sage Empire.

Li Wei still wants to develop for a while longer, and wait until the fourteenth level of his Chidilong breathing method or scarlet dragon breathing method, and then start to explode.

In the end, the Bailin patriarch who would rather die than surrender was beheaded by Mengka. Mengka was breathing white smoke all over his body, and he held up the head of the Baiscale patriarch.

"All the White Scales, the Swift! Surrender! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Mengka said loudly, he is like a **** of killing, his vertical pupils exude killing intent, and the majesty of an ancient snake-level powerhouse sweeps across the battlefield.

The ordinary warriors of the White Scale and Swift Race finally put down their weapons one after another...

Monka looked at all this with satisfaction. He never thought that one day he would be able to personally take down the head of Patriarch Bailin.

"Perhaps, that lord's dream of unification... is not a fantasy, he is really realizing this goal little by little."

At this moment, the blood in Mengka's body, which had been silent for a long time, was ignited again.

He looked to the back of the battlefield, and the adult was already riding a giant beast, and he was slowly leaving on his own.

"With the help of my lord, I, Mengka, will be able to unify the borderlands of the empire within ten years. When my ancient holy law takes a step forward, the two ancient sages and I, together with your lord, may be enough to sweep the empire..." Mengka imagined future.

The most terrifying thing about that lord is that he has never shown his full strength until now. He only used one move to deal with himself, but where is his upper limit? Monka didn't know.

Of course, he probably won’t be stronger than the few ancient sages in front, otherwise, the adults don’t have to hide in this borderland and act in a low-key manner.

Monka even felt that the lord might be a close relative of the ancient sage who was hidden in the snow, but because of some problems, he turned against each other, and finally concealed his name and plotted revenge.

…

The next day.

Li Wei sat in the study, studying the ancient sage's method obtained from the White Scale and the Swift.

Those of the White Scale Clan are called [Phosphorus Fire Ancient Sacred Method], and those of the Swift and Vigorous Clan are called [Ancient Sacred Method of Split Space].

The former needs to devour the flesh and blood of an underground beast called [Phosphorus Beast] for a long time, while the latter needs [Splitting Space Worm].

These two kinds of fierce beasts are extremely ancient and difficult to hunt. They are also descendants of ancient beasts.

Lee Wei speculates that the bloodline of Phosphor Beast can be traced back to one of the four ancient kings, Mobius, the Underground King, and the sky worm, with a high probability, is Oceros, the Sky King.

"All the ancient holy laws of this ancient holy empire are actually similar. In the final analysis, they all rely on the fierce beasts who inherited the blood of the four ancient kings to practice. By devouring these ancient blood, these lizardmen will continue to return to their ancestors, and finally The ancient sage who transformed into the ancient beast level is the limit. But obviously, the four ancient kings are far stronger than the ancient sage, and they are very likely to be comparable to the soul wizard, or even the great wizard...

The Lantern Dragon, which seems to represent flames, could it be the Underground King Mobius?

The emerald dragon, known for its speed, is also a poisonous dragon. Could it be the sky king Othellos?

Of course, it is also possible that other than these four ancient kings, there are other dragons who have been here. My guess may not be true. I will know when Mengka sends people to bring me back the scuttling worm and scale fire beast and test the blood. "

…

Rocky Prairie.

This is a place very far away from Heiwen City. On the prairie, there stands a giant cyan city.

This is Qingjia City.

This city is the largest city in the western part of the ancient holy empire.

Compared to Heiwen City, Qingjia City is more magnificent and majestic.

This is the city of Qingjia Ancient Sage. A hundred years ago, Qingjia Ancient Sage was sanctified here, and then became the twelfth Old Sage.

The ranking of the ancient sages of the ancient sage empire is a comprehensive ranking by the people based on the strength of the tribes commanded by each ancient sage, as well as their combat records.

Although Qingjia Ancient Sage is ranked twelve, he is still very young. He is only over 200 years old now, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future.

On the throne of the City Lord's Mansion, a lizard man in green scales was dozing off with his chin resting on his chin. The ministers below all stood silently, not daring to speak.

Until a creeper messenger of the Chiropod tribe suddenly flew to the main hall, and then crawled there, tremblingly said: "Master Old Sage, there is a battle report from ahead, the White Scale and the Swift Race... have surrendered in defeat."

The sleepy Qingjia Old Sage opened his sharp eyes, and asked softly, "Where are the two patriarchs?"

"They all died in battle."

"Hehe, they are smart. They knew that the consequences of surrender would be worse than death, so they chose to fight to the death. Two ancient snakes, can't they win a black-patterned city?"

"My lord, it is said that...the Lord of the Black-patterned City has a strong Salamander family, who seems to be at the level of an ancient snake."

"So that's the case, since this is the case, everyone in the audience, is there anyone who is willing to take the place of this sage and go to Heiwen City?"

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