Standing above the Crimson Continent, the City of Halo is like a holy place for angels.

Whether it is a series of defensive fortifications nested in a ring such as outer walls, bastions, walled cities, and arrow towers, or all kinds of magnificent buildings in the city that are both wild and exquisite, they are all piled up by the pure white and flawless marble color.

In the sky above the city, seven huge arc halos were suspended step by step, covering the whole city, and the diffuse halo was like a flowing color, intertwined into a waterfall, and for a while, the city was filled with divine mist.

The City of Halos, protected by seven halos cast by the gods themselves, symbolizes equality, mercy, fraternity, freedom, justice, courage and mercy.

A tree of pure white light holds up seven auras, each branch represents the major races living in the Starlight Holy Alliance, and each leaf represents the people of the Holy Alliance united under their respective races.

And the scene seen in the city where the night is located is like a slogan, where the various races live in harmony.

Although I don't know what means were used, I have to admit that the Starlight Holy Alliance has indeed forged a rare miracle in the multiverse.

Following in the footsteps of the Frost Goddess, Nightnight steps into this sacred city.

Perhaps due to the influence of this sacred and pure aura, the origin of the old ruler in Cangye's body was shaken, and a little chaotic black qi came out of his body, although it was quickly suppressed by Cangye.

Discovering the abnormal movement on Cangye's body, the goddess Midera raised her eyebrows:

"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"

"I don't care."

Cangye replied calmly, and her index finger couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing that nothing unusual was found, Midila returned to her cold appearance:

"Since it's okay, let's keep going."

As soon as the two gods stepped into the city gate, the tree of light that stood in the middle of the city stretched out a brilliant branch and leaf invisible to mortals, like a bridge, suspended at the feet of the night and Midella.

The night lifted his foot and stepped on it.

At this moment, his expression was in a trance for a moment.

The vision is changing rapidly, and the ten thousand streamers of light are intertwined with the endless whirlwind corridor, even if the night himself does not move, but the world in his eyes is moving at a rapid pace.

In the blink of an eye, the night came to a pure white palace carved like ivory.

Inside the empty hall, a roll of red carpet suddenly appeared at the foot of the night, and along this bright red, I saw that the red carpet was set up on the delicate snow-white hollow steps step by step, extending to the supreme throne at the top.

The throne was empty, except for a pure white crown placed there.

Different from the indifference of the night, as soon as she saw this white crown, Midela changed her cold appearance, worshiped and respectfully thought of the Supreme Throne and bowed, and said in her mouth:

"The Great and Loving Sage, the Nameless God has been brought, what do you have to look at next?"

Cangye stared directly at this crown, it was very strange, he didn't feel any special breath, but Midella's expression was not pretentious, the respect and worship seemed to be engraved into his bones.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

In the glorious and sacred environment, the whole body of the night suddenly grew a little cold.

The cold aura emanating from the High Throne unleashed a mist that condensed into slender tentacles, binding the Frost Goddess to a puppet-like loyalty.

And now, these tentacles are also wrapped around the night.

……

I don't know how long later, Midella suddenly spoke in a loud voice:

"Yes, all according to your will."

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the goddess disappeared out of thin air in the eyes of the night, and at the same time, a loud noise came from behind the night.

At the same time as the goddess left, the door of the pure white hall was closed.

The night wandered alone in the main hall, the deathly silence around him constantly oppressing him.

Just now, the Frost Goddess seemed to be talking to the crown hanging on the Supreme Throne, in a way that the night did not know.

However, after the goddess left, the so-called sage still had no intention of talking to herself.

The surrounding environment became more and more strange, and under the keen perception of the night, the crown of the sky seemed to exude an invisible magic, seducing and tempting the night all the time, as if saying in his ear:

"Come, come, put on this crown, sit on this throne, and you will become the master of the Holy Alliance, the unique God of Light King under the stars......"

And this damn temptation has violently plucked the will of the gods, and the foundation of the tower of will, which seems to have been piled up by cold reason, is being pried into little by little.

The gods also have their own desires, as long as there are desires, there are weaknesses, and the existence of the Hanging Crown and the Supreme Throne seems to be the embodiment of the weaknesses of the gods, tickling the gods to approach little by little.

And in the midst of this invisible bewitchment, the SAN value of the night actually decreased because of this.

The cold and ruthless eyes fluctuated strangely, and the night took a firm step, one step at a time, and walked straight to the supreme throne, deep in the palm of his hand, the trembling index finger seemed to touch the empty crown.

……

Outside the main hall, the goddess of frost stood with her head bowed, and with her stood a terrifying monster.

It looks like a cicada walking upright, its whole body is covered with a blood-colored exoskeleton, with six arms, and its fingers touch the void, as if it is reminiscing, as if it is pulling something, and its whole body is filled with a dark and absurd atmosphere.

This monster is one of the five founders of the Underworld Alliance-Eternal Calamity Chrysalis!

This terrifying-looking, weird and inexplicable dream god of the previous generation looked at the goddess beside him, and then opened his mouth to let out a sharp and noisy voice:

"Midella, how strong is that self-proclaimed nameless deity?"

The goddess frowned slightly, and looked at the deformed freak beside her with a little disgust:

"An indigenous god who came into being a godhead by chance, but ......"

At this point, Missella's tone was a little confused:

"Since he can be summoned by the Holy One personally, there is naturally something special about it, and no matter what, he will soon accept the divine inspiration and become a pillar of the Holy Alliance similar to you and me."

At this point, Midela's expression was already undisguised with fanaticism.

"Yes, it is."

The Eternal Calamity Chrysalis suddenly let out an ugly shriek.

"The dissolution of the Underworld Alliance exists for the rebirth of the Holy Alliance, not only me, but also the God of Destruction, the God of Lightning, the Leviathan, and all the gods will rally around the Great Sage......

Suddenly, the laughter of the Chrysalis of Eternal Calamity stopped abruptly, and her voice gradually became low and solemn, with the same hint of fanaticism as the Goddess of Frost:

"Sacrifice for the holy, sacrifice for the holy!"