【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

The final selection of the brave has begun.

Following the announcement from the princess of the kingdom, everyone started to attack the statue of the goddess in the square.

The statue of the goddess is a hundred meters tall and is carved entirely from the most common rock. It has been exposed to rain and frost for thousands of years. Compared to the meticulously carved goddess statues in other places, the statue of the goddess in Triumph City is actually very rough, with only the initial outline carved out.

This is because the goddess statue in Triumph City is the original idol belief.

When the first candidate raised his sword and chopped at the statue of the goddess, the statue did not move at all.

Not even the smallest stone fell, and the whole audience was in an uproar.

You know, no matter how big this goddess statue is, it is not made of solid iron and stone, and there is no advanced magic to reinforce it. Those who can participate in the final selection of heroes are all strong men, so how could they not be able to shake an ordinary stone statue?

So, is it really the appearance of the goddess?

Only Yuliu was happy to see this: "Haha, these people are still trying to attack the goddess, they really don't know their own limitations."

The whole audience was silent, all shocked by this realization.

If the goddess really still exists, she would definitely be furious and bring down divine punishment upon seeing this scene. So what should we do?

From her high seat, Tilda could see the expressions of everyone in the audience.

This was not what she wanted to see.

Especially when she was sure that Mitchell was still alive, she was so scared that she was trembling.

Mitchell cannot be allowed to come back alive, the goddess's faith must be destroyed first.

In order to kill Mitchell who came back from nowhere, Tilda's violet eyes swept across the abyss-like black shadows, and she turned her palm, and the black mist that no one saw floated towards the goddess statue.

"Hmph——" Zhao Xi suddenly felt an extremely disgusting breath running through her body. She covered her chest, frowned and thought.

This feeling seems to have been felt somewhere before...

Before Zhao Xi could figure it out, he heard a loud cry: "It collapsed, it collapsed——"

Zhao Xi looked over suddenly and saw that the statue of the goddess, which had been indestructible just now, was collapsing at an irreversible speed, causing dust to fly all around.

The royal magician set up a huge protective shield above the spectator stands, wanting everyone to witness the statue's collapse.

really gone...

Even though he was mentally prepared, Zhao Xi was still confused by the scene before him.

Her gaze shifted from the cheering crowd below, to Yuliu who was clenching his fists beside him, and then to Seran beside him.

Seran was not looking at the statue of the goddess;

Zhao Xi looked at him helplessly. Just when Sailan reached out to touch her, Zhao Xi grabbed his hand and said with wide eyes, "Here it comes."

What? Sailan frowned. He opened his mouth to ask something, and then he heard a cry of surprise: "Black Mist, Black Mist came out of the goddess statue!"

Black fog represents eternal night, and the spread of black fog represents the arrival of eternal night.

Seran looked towards the center suddenly, and sure enough, boundless black fog was spreading wildly from the broken hole in the goddess statue, attacking the crowd around with its fangs and claws.

"Ah——" The terror of eternal night has lasted for a hundred years. No one dares to resist. All areas where eternal night has spread have become uninhabited dead places.

"Protect the emperor, protect the emperor quickly!" Garen's ambitions were all shattered by the eternal night. He held the heavy crown and crawled to leave.

Tilda didn't expect the black fog to suddenly become so thick. She just wanted to use a strand of it to destroy the statue of the goddess.

Eternal Night is no joke. Tilda suppressed the panic in her heart and thought: It's okay, I can control it. I must evacuate the crowd first.

If even His Majesty the King has this attitude, what about the common people?

The whole place was in chaos, and the crowd was squeezed and dispersed in all directions, but the speed at which the black fog spread was beyond everyone's imagination, and soon, the first deformer appeared.

The smell of blood spread and things were getting out of control.

This is Triumph City, the capital of the entire human kingdom. If it falls, the consequences will be disastrous.

Some people could not bear the psychological pressure and knelt down waiting to die.

"It's the goddess, it's the goddess who has sent down divine punishment!"

"No, it's obviously the goddess' fault. She is the one who brought the eternal night!"

The noise was extremely loud, and Zhao Xi's faith was rapidly fading away. He almost fell down due to his sudden physical weakness.

Zhao Xi's shaky body leaned against Sai Lan, and Sai Lan grabbed her arm tightly, as if wanting to take her away.

But the girl swam quietly past his hand like a fish.

"I have something else to do, you guys go first." The girl said while running and looking back, her golden hair and white skirt hems intertwined and flying together, just like the figure before.

In the abyss beneath the earth, the goddess is the only light.

"Selan, I'm going to sleep for a while." The goddess held his face, her platinum eyes as gentle as a cloud stained by the warm sun.

Seran was lying on the ground, looking extremely miserable. Having lost one hand and both feet, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his only remaining hand was stubbornly grasping the corner of the goddess' clothes.

"No, leave me..." He gritted his teeth, like a ridiculous reptile, trying to crawl to the goddess.

With shaking hands, he grasped the edge of the goddess's clothes. Under the snow-white feather woven cloth, he gave it a pious bloody kiss: "I am willing to dedicate my body, mind and soul to you, my beloved god, my..."

Anyway, please let me stay with you.

The goddess interrupted his sacrifice.

"Don't be like this, Seran, I am not dead." The goddess hugged him. This was the first time the goddess hugged him since he was a child: "I just returned to my origin."

"When I wake up, we will meet again."

No, will it still be my goddess who wakes up?

Seran opened his green eyes and thought stubbornly: Will you still remember me? I tried my best to come to you, not to meet your strange eyes.

If this is true, let me die, die at the moment when I love you the most...

The goddess just left like that, slowly walking into the black fog of the abyss, just like Zhao Xi walking into the black fog now.

"Triumphant City must not fall. This is the center of the human race. If it is also shrouded in eternal night, the world will be half destroyed!"

1314 hooked its claws on the host's shoulders and clothes, and meowed anxiously in the host's ear.

Zhao Xi also understood the seriousness of the matter. If there was one person in the world who could dispel the eternal night, it would probably be the Goddess of Light.

Zhao Xi now has only one goal, which is to run to the statue of the goddess.

Because she felt her connection with the statue.

The statue of the goddess has accepted too many baptisms of faith over the centuries. The arrival of an overly powerful god requires a medium, and the best medium is the statue of this god!

Zhao Xi's current strength is too weak, so she plans to forcibly activate her original power, borrow the faith of the statue, and suppress the eternal night!

Eternal Night lived up to its terrifying reputation for a hundred years. Even Zhao Xi's divine body began to become restless when it entered the range of the black fog, as if all the organs in his body were beating and were about to burst.

Standing in front of his own statue, Zhao Xi thought with a smile: She might be the first god who needs to borrow the power of his statue.

Then, the people who were fleeing in despair saw light coming out from the black fog.

One way, two ways, three ways...

Countless rays of light broke through the black fog, like the sun shining after a rainy day. All the black fog began to flee, and a huge phantom slowly raised its head and descended over the entire Triumph City.

"Honorable and glorious Goddess of Light,

May all the peoples of the whole earth rejoice, may the whole earth rejoice, may you be full of glory, and may all darkness hide.

All the nations sing, let us sing the praises of the goddess, how great it is. Sing praises to your holy name, how great it is.

The holy lily is your skirt, the golden olive is your crown,

I sing praises to your name, my God.

Sissirenia, Saint Atrota."

Julius stared at the sky in a daze, the goddess's hymn echoing in his ears.

He thought he was hallucinating, after all, the goddess's appearance was so great.

But when he turned around, he saw that everyone was looking up at the sky, and glorious hymns were unconsciously sung from their mouths.

This is the deepest instinct towards the Goddess of Radiance.