The invisible storm and golden flames were accelerated by the power of the freed being, turning into a flash of light. The rushing stream that erupted swept up countless whirlpools and transformed into a thousand changes of xenomorph dragons. Hulander was swallowed up by the night.

In the dazzling golden light, every component of the demonic dragon's body, which was the embodiment of terror, was exposed to the scorching impact, and Shuland let out a terrible scream.

Immediately decided, with a kaleidoscopic and tricky battle posture that resounded in the world of the Red World Demon King Qianchang. Huland's body changed quickly and decisively. The turbid purple flames instantly expanded, and the demonic dragon with six hideous huge horns on its head exploded, turning into endless tiny flying insects, flashing through the torrent of light that pierced the sky, and quickly reforged its body in the distance.

"What a tough opponent. It's a pity that "Xiu Lander held the 'Divine Iron Ruyi' in his hand, looked up at the sky, his face was excited, and he didn't see the slightest panic that he almost fell. The Demon King, dressed in black armor, held the huge Divine Iron Ruyi aloft, like a hunting flag, and loudly announced, "The time has come." ”

The darkness in the distance was receding, because in the eastern sky, a red sun was slowly rising.

On the land, the chaotic war has reached its climax, and countless natives are crowded, trampling on each other, beating, fighting, and desperate thoughts continue to converge, gradually turning from chaos to clear. The Fire Mist Warriors and the Red Apostles fought each other, flames of all colors shining at dawn.

"The time has come." With a fluttering cloak and a crisp sound, Black Katy, who stood on the top of the void, raised the triangular tin staff in his hand and suddenly pointed to the sky—the transparent silver color of "Qiang Chang" came out from the triangular ring on the top of the triangular tin staff, and countless bright aqua blue triangular brilliance began to flutter around. And those triangles bloom into smaller triangles the moment they fall to the ground, and they also bloom into smaller triangles when they touch each other, and scatter into the air at the same time.

The aqua blue triangle that condensed the power of the shrine maiden, the one who conveyed the oracle, spread out to the "Star Hall" where they were and even the entire battlefield, and even farther and farther away. Like the light of dawn shining on the whole land, there is also like a spring breeze blowing in every corner of the world. It's as if blessing them with falling flowers and blowing snow.

The Red World's Disciples and Fire Mist Warriors, who had resonated with the power that had permeated them and the same power that had gradually encompassed the entire world, immediately shifted their consciousness to the air, and looked at the position pointed by the Black Kati Staff, the Being, seated high in the dawn sky.

From the beginning of the war to the present, the body of the ritual serpent hovering in the sky silently exudes sublime divine might, listening to the wails of humans in the void and the desire of the apostles to feast. The pure black god body that obscures the sky in the distant sky, with a small head with multiple acute angles as the head horns, and the scales that cover the body of the thick snake as armor - the whole picture that stands majestically in the sky, its whole body is entwined with vigorous burning black flames, and the majesty of the true god of the "Red World" appears in this narrow earth.

The Sacrificial Snake, which was entrenched in the sky and obscured all the upward vision of the Xingli Palace, the huge snake head leaned down, obviously not speaking, but a deep sound sounded in the surrounding air. The majestic divine power descended with the catharsis of the language, as if a mountain was pressed on everyone, heavy and depressing.

At the same time, countless voices, in the chaos, gradually became a voice, a voice that countless people shouted and praised.

"―――――― look up, look up."

At dawn, which was soaked in paleness, the shouts of courage and the howls of dying and the roar of galloping and colliding that had resounded all around a few minutes earlier...... All of a sudden, it all came to an abrupt end. Instead, nothing should be allowed to disturb the mood of the scene, and the tranquility that manifests that mood.

The inhuman things that had already fallen into a chaotic situation all looked up at the sky at the same time. All of them were staring at the majestic giant snake body cruising in the clear blue sky.

"―――――― look up, look up" is filled with awe between heaven and earth.

What is poured out on the sacrificial serpent is prayer.

It was a thought that had the opposite meaning, like "praying to God."

Just like the meaning of the sails of a ship puffed up in the sea breeze, the ritual serpent of the gods, bearing this qiē, is constantly expanding to the surrounding self-existence that occupies heaven and earth, and the "ritual serpent" has this feeling.

Everyone in the audience was staring at the gods in the sky, and they forgot to swallow their saliva—the "apostles" looked up at the sky with intoxicated eyes, and the fire-mist warriors looked up at the sky with stunned expressions.

"―――――― look up, look up"

Tiny and barely visible aqua-blue triangles fluttered in response, echoing the sound of the ritual serpent.

Not only in the surrounding battlefields, but also in the surrounding area, the sound of the Serpent of Ritual almost reached the ears of the Red World Apostles and Fire Mist Warriors who had existed throughout the world.

This is a unique ability of the shrine maidens of the Three Pillars, who are tasked with conveying the will of the gods to the people.

"I am the existence of God, the marvelous cause."

There is no need to re-declare one's name. Everyone, no matter how high or low, knows what the sound in their ears means. Because "he" is the root cause of this fierce conflict.

"Let the premonition of your heart be burned with the fire."

Those who hear the voice of the gods are also aware of the victory of one side and the defeat of the other.

"Tremble, tremble."

These words, which seem to be slowly savoring the joyful feelings, are addressed to the victors.

"Those who have advanced with me, the time has come now, the mind has changed, and the strength has increased."

The Red World Apostles who laid down their weapons all gasped silently.

The space began to sway, and the huge Freedom Dharma, the Hazy Sky Quake, reappeared, and the invisible power of existence formed bursts of terrifying ripples, spreading to the entire world.

"As we enter the final stage of the Imperial Order, I will announce the great cause of creating a zào."

The Fire Mist Warrior stopped, cold sweat sliding down his trembling cheeks.

"I will follow the power I possess and transform the world into its proper form, which is—"

The world waited for the next word from the gods and paused.

In the morning light, the Xingli Hall reflected a bright light.

From the body of the serpent, which was bearing the light, a voice was heard.

"In the ancient African continent, you can create a paradise of primitive sacrifices, and you don't need to look for sparse humans in the world, and you don't need to spend the effort of gnawing, you can exert your power as you like. At the same time, the resulting distortions will also maintain the balance of the sum on the internal scale, and the paradise where the primordial desires manifest themselves will be 'greatly bound'. ”

Deep, deep, this joy extends to the horizon to every corner of the world.