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In the blink of an eye, the two of them had arrived at a completely unfamiliar environment. This was a mysterious space, and when Werther looked around, he could see mountains and water everywhere. Before them was a magnificent shrine dedicated to the Gods of Darkness. This must have been forcefully created by someone with absolute power, and from the looks of it, this place was extremely stable. It was just like the experiment lab in Greenspan, but it was much better than his own.

"Looks like this is the true core of the Dark Council, just like the Holy Mountain of the Holy See, which is indestructible." Indeed, as a sect that could resist the gods of light for countless years, how could they not have backup plans? The reason why the Dark Council has not been annexed by the Church is because the Dark Continent is far away from the Grace Mainland. The existence of this mysterious space also played a great role. " Werther understood the secret of this space in an instant, and then he carefully tried to sense if he could sense the specific space coordinates, ready to evacuate at any time.

After a while, a wry smile appeared on his face. The coordinates here were extremely obscure, and even with his cultivation level, he could only roughly sense some of it. If he wanted to break through the space and return to the real world of the Dark Continent, he would probably have to use the spatial magic array here. Derek was obviously calm since it was not his first time here. His figure flashed a few times and then disappeared. Werther slowly walked along the passage to the inside of the castle, and every time he reached a place, the door would automatically open to him. Werther slowly walked along the passage of the castle, and every time he reached a place, the door automatically opened to him, and a cold smile on his face.

In the castle, Werther discovered at least a dozen Saint level experts' auras. Although they tried their best to hide themselves, the fluctuations of their power were still as eye-catching as a lamp in the night. The deeper they went, the more Werther felt that something was wrong. Finally, they arrived at a hall at the heart of the ancient castle. Two large doors loudly opened, and Werther proudly entered.

The space inside was also very wide, but there were no decorations at all. There was only an extremely huge altar, surrounded by eight burning giant torches, and several dozen magic lamps hanging from the ceiling of the hall, radiating a somewhat dim light. The altar was entirely made of some kind of unknown stone, and even with Werther's experience, he couldn't tell what kind of material it was made of, but it was possible that it was mined from the Realm of Darkness. The altar appeared to be divided into three layers in a regular pattern. On the surface of each layer, various patterns were etched. There was a deity in the patterns that seemed to be narrating an ancient and mysterious story.

The most striking part of these pictures was the story of how the dark gods spread the teachings of the darkness, and then began to fight to the death against the enemy forces led by the gods of light. Without exception, the pictures created the gods of darkness as the saviors of all living things, and the gods of light as the unforgivable demons, the forces of evil. The story carved on the Holy Mountain of the Holy See, Werther was sure, would be the exact opposite. However, what he paid attention to were the different types of darkness-style Deities in the painting. As everyone knew, the light-style Deities were divided into twelve Deities of the same rank, with the Radiant God as the core. The dark gods had the Dark King as their core. They had eight god kings under their command, which was slightly lower than the Dark God King, but their strength was still on the level of a god king.

Werther glanced a few times and smiled faintly, finding two of his old friends inside. One of them was a demon god with two heads and four arms, a body full of black scales, a magic knife, a scepter, a shield, and a serve, which were said to be the body of the Sleeping Turpanos. This guy was also one of the unlucky bastards, taking the opportunity to come to the Grace Mainland back then, but was heavily injured by Greenspan's self-destruct space, and was then sucked dry of his life's divine force by Werther's Tree of Life, suppressed even a trace of his divinity was absorbed by the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

As for the other demon god, he had the head of a lizard, the body of a horse, and three pairs of wings on his back. As for the other demon god, he had the head of a lizard, and the body of a horse, and three pairs of wings on his back. Legend has it that this fog is the world's most original power of destruction. This god was the one who came to pester Elune not long ago in an attempt to join forces with the Holy Virgin and the Sea God to kill Werther. His giant black-lit hand was condensed with ten percent of his origin divine power. It was suppressed by Werther in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and was requested to be refined by the gossipy boy to see if it could become his own weapon.

Werther didn't have time to observe the figures of the other gods of darkness. His gaze fell on the very top of the altar. There was a huge magic formation there that emitted waves of spatial magic. It seemed to be trying to connect to another space. And from the spatial crack, a terrifying amount of darkness elemental auras could be sensed. A slim girl was kneeling in front of the magic circle. She was Eva, and her face was full of devotion as she was chanting a magic incantation. It seemed like she was conducting a huge magic to summon out some kind of existence from another space. Along with her incantation, countless strange undulations converged onto the magic array, and the energy gathered by the array became increasingly large. Very soon, a huge crack appeared in space, and inhuman roars suddenly sounded out!

A grave expression appeared on Werther's face. It seemed that Eva had been assigned here temporarily because of her identity as the Holy Maiden, which resulted in her plans to be put on hold. However, his gaze was immediately attracted by another person, it was a young man. He had a fair face and was extremely handsome, he wore a black robe with mysterious and strange magic patterns embroidered on it, and in his hand was a scepter that was as tall as a person. At the very top was carved a ferocious face with glaring fangs. Above his head was a black crown that exuded an endless domineering aura. It was as if all living creatures wanted to worship it and offer it their most loyal beliefs.

This young man's sudden appearance on such an occasion gave Werther an extremely incongruous feeling. There was no power or aura as deep as the sea on him, but the first time Werther saw him, he felt a deep threat! Yes, this person could threaten his life! Just like Poseidon and Kassel, they had the power to destroy him! Werther said coldly, "Should I call you Grandfather, or Grand Elder? "Sir Keynes?" Now, he naturally knew that this unreasonably handsome young man was the Great Elder of the Dark Council, the one who had shaken the Grace Mainland, ruled the Dark Continent, and became the two great experts alongside the Pope. He was also Bicky's father, Werther's grandfather in this life.

There was no expression on Keynes's face. It was his cold voice that transmitted, "As you wish." I don't mind. " Even though his face was young, his voice was very old, giving off a sense of having been through a long journey. Keynes continued, "However, your growth is indeed beyond my expectations. In just ten short years, you have become a powerful existence that can fight against the gods. I think this is due to your mysterious father, right?" "Father did indeed teach me a lot, but he taught me the most, and I can't forget that my mother is still suffering in this filthy place!"

"Bicky falling in love with Roland. This is something that the Codex of Darkness would never allow, so I broke them apart. However, I only sealed her power and did not execute her according to the teachings of the teachings. You should understand this point." Werther said, "Of course I understand. This is also the reason why you and I calmly and peacefully chat. Although you are ruthless and can use any means you want, but from this matter, you can still be considered a qualified father." Keynes chuckled again. "You don't sound like a teenager at all. Very well, I like to talk to you on an equal footing. This way, the meaning that I am going to express will also be a bit easier. "

He pointed to the giant magic array in the middle with the scepter in his hand, "This magic array has taken me ten years of my Dark Council's effort to establish and follow the will of the gods, to be able to break through the spatial barrier between the Grace Mainland and the Dark God's Realm. Now, you should also be able to see that we will soon succeed, and the gods will send a god to guide us in a divine battle, to take back the glory that should belong to us. Now, on behalf of the Dark Council, I formally invite you to join us. When the Gods descend, I will pray for you, and you will receive eternal life and immortality, and will also witness how the glory of darkness once again lights up this plane, and guide lost creatures to bathe in the grace of the Gods. "

Werther chuckled lightly and replied, "I'm sorry, Great Elder. Hmm, I still think it's more appropriate to call you that. After all, you and I are blood related, so the others are basically enemies." Your invitation is indeed very attractive, immortality and immortality have always been pursued by me, but the ideals of the Dark Gods aren't suitable for me, and I also have my own beliefs. " Keynes was interested. "Oh? So you have a god of faith? Tell me about it. " Werther smiled. "What I believe in is not a god, but something called 'Dao'. It can transform into all things, everywhere. "