In the boundless darkness, the passage of time is not felt, only a broken, ancient land in the center, guiding the goal.

Kratos didn't know how long he had been flying, and the surrounding scene had not changed at all, even the Divine Continent had only slightly become larger, and it seemed that there was still a long way to go.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kratos surrenders his body to instinct and his consciousness sinks deep into his soul.

A crimson color is mixed with large patches of mottled and incongruous existence. It was the impurities left behind after several battles in the Macedonian Divine Kingdom and devoured countless lives, although it was still just a drop in the ocean at this time, but if left untreated, when these indigestible impurities accumulated to a certain extent, it would have catastrophic consequences.

Kratos is like an apprentice craftsman, harnessing the Spartan spear, trying to temper his soul and refine the entangled impurities little by little.

From jerky and clumsy at the beginning, to skillful and delicate later, and finally to a skilled master, as if carving a perfect prototype of a work of art.

With each tempering, Kratos will have a deeper understanding of the mysteries of the soul, and before he knows it, he gradually immerses himself in it, forgetting everything around him.

A violent shock woke Kratos along, and he opened his eyes, the aftermath of the swirling vortex in his eyes had just dissipated.

At this time, Kratos's whole person's aura has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the original wild, killing, and violent momentum has all been converging, replaced by a faintly revealing mysterious, majestic, and lofty aura.

He descended to the mortal world at this time, just like the gods descended to earth, and thousands of human beings will worship and worship him.

At this time, the tiny kingdom of God was already clearly visible, it was a broken land, looking down from top to bottom, you could clearly see the cracks that divided the land into seven pieces, but in the gaps of each link, there were continuous mountain ranges, as if it was an artificial patch, barely maintaining the integrity of this broken kingdom of God.

As he approached this tiny kingdom of gods, Kratos clearly felt that in the depths of this land, a powerful being dwelt there.

Bang!

The entire land shook violently, and a large amount of powder was shaken apart and drifted into the distance, mixed with the brilliant light of the crystallization of faith.

This power is hidden in the depths of the kingdom of God, and it is only secretly agitated, but it does not burst out. controlled the existence of this broken kingdom of God, and actually used this way to test Kratos's intentions.

"Hahaha! Where did the ants come from, their strength is so humble, but they can cross the Broken Gang Wind, it's simply a tempting delicacy!"

One of the fiery red pieces of land exploded like a volcanic eruption, and a powerful momentum swept through a large amount of shattered dust, although a terrifying behemoth slowly crawled out of it.

First of all, it was a hideous head with two horns, strong arms and body, and when its lower body crawled out of the ground, it actually resembled the appearance of a calf, with powerful legs, and every time it trampled on the ground, it would emit devastating sparks.

"Matheraton!"

As soon as this terrifying existence appeared, it roared, and the entire kingdom of God crumbled in this arrogant roar, and more powder was peeled out of it.

At this moment, Kratos vaguely saw that countless creatures were kneeling on the ground on the shattered land, praying in horror to the location of the monster, asking only to calm the anger and not cause more damage to the land where the creatures lived.

"Welcome to my realm, stupid human, hahaha!"

After sleeping for hundreds of years, the first time a powerful human came to the door, Matheraton was so excited that his blood boiled all over his body, and he reached into the depths of the earth and grabbed a blood-stained twin spear.

"Be in my womb, human!"

Macellaton was impatient, and the twin spears in his hands swung into windmills, and the terrifying energy condensed into turbulence, destroying everything in its path.

Destroyed by the unscrupulous destruction of Masseraton, this kingdom of God was even more shattered, and the mountains where it was stitched began to collapse, and the most marginal piece of land could not support it at first, and with the wailing of a large number of living beings, it was separated from the main body of the kingdom of God.

Kratos' eyes narrowed slightly, but the angry flames still erupted uncontrollably, and he roared, and the whole person rose and grew in the void in vain, and finally formed a sky-supporting giant comparable to the monster in front of him.

Kratos let the opponent's twin spears slash at his shoulder, and when his bones broke and blood burst out, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the qi and blood in his body rushed like a great river of the Yangtze River, and the cruel weapon was stuck in his body.

"Come out for me!"

Kratos roared, his hands stretched out and grabbed the horns above the other party's head, and under the terrifying power exploded, he actually uprooted the entire huge body and threw it fiercely into the boundless darkness.

Poof!

The spear was pulled out of his body, and a large amount of blood spurted out of it, spilling it on the kingdom of God, forming a torrent of blood, flooding a large area of land.

The Spartan spear appeared in his hand, aimed at the monster that was still rolling and struggling in the air, and threw it suddenly, making a piercing whistling sound in the black air, and came to the opponent's body in the blink of an eye.

"Ahh

Matheraton let out a scream, and although he tried his best to dodge, one leg was still severed by the sharp edge, and the huge leg smashed into the center of a divine kingdom, deeply embedded in the earth, forming a towering mountain of meat.

"How is this possible, with the weak, humble soul of a human being, how can it harness such a terrifying power!"

Matheraton roared in disbelief, his twin spears swinging wildly, and he did everything in his power to fend off Kratos' oncoming attacks.

"Humble slave, your master is here to summon and give up your faith!"

With the roar of Matheraton throughout the domain, most of the creatures in the entire kingdom of God began to worship and pray to him, starting with a faint light, and finally converging into a large area and pouring it into Matheraton's body.

"Hahaha, that's it, you lowly and stupid slaves, the only reason to survive is to be able to contribute a trivial faith!"

Kratos watched the changes in the other without moving, his eyes glinting, and he spied into the mystery of the power of faith.

In the Macedonian kingdom of God, Kratos never dared to touch the power of faith because of Maklov's warning, and it was only then that he truly saw the mysterious power hidden in faith.

Faith is a mysterious power that living beings contribute and hide in the depths of their souls. The deeper the degree of faith, the stronger the soul of the believer, and the stronger the faith produced.

Although these lights of faith in front of him were weak and small, their convergence made Matheraton's soul power increase greatly, and the mystery hidden in the bloodline was gradually born under the urging of soul power.

"Roar!"

Mathelaton's whole person swelled again, and hideous green tendons and blood vessels protruded from the surface of his body, and a strange aura that he had never felt before revealed from his body.

"Feel the terrifying power of the Demon God Race, we are the embodiment of destruction, we are the terrible nightmare of all living beings!"

In the divine realm, in addition to comprehending supernatural powers and strengthening the soul, there is also a creature that relies on the power of the ancestral bloodline.

Their ancestors were often powerful gods, and their power was passed on through bloodline, giving birth to countless powerful offspring.

Mathelaton is obviously a descendant of a demon god, infused by the power of faith, which has completely stimulated the hidden power in the bloodline, and now the momentum that erupts even surpasses Hercules and Cadmus.

"Believers are ignorant and cannot be civilized, and can only enslave them by violence...... I just want to break this barbaric rule, pass on freedom and civilization, and enlighten all living beings!"

Kratos grabbed the Spartan spear, and his soul directly invaded the inside of the spear, plundering all the spirit and intent of war by forceful means.

"War is a calamity, bringing death, hunger, fear, and all kinds of suffering to human beings. I am the messenger of pain, and war has become a butcher's knife in my hand, bringing disaster upon all evil!"

The black qi of the source of pain rolled out, and the original two powers of hunger and nightmare actually sprouted a third kind of pain at this time, the sound of swords colliding and fighting screams were intertwined, just faintly in the ears, making people fall into the cruel bloody battlefield.

"War is a disaster, war is suffering, what kind of war power, in the face of the absolute power of pain, everything is a hypocritical appearance! Feel the disaster brought about by war, howl and sink in endless pain!"

Kratos comprehended the third power of pain on his own, evolving a brutal bloody field with countless souls who died in war, and condensed a butcher's knife to harvest life with an unyielding fighting spirit.

"The power of hunger, the power of nightmares, weaken the enemy!"

The three forces of pain erupted together, and Matheraton immediately fell into unprecedented pain.

"Ah, what kind of power is this, it can invade my body and defile my incomparably noble bloodline!"

Kratos didn't stop, and suddenly stretched out his black hand to the Divine Kingdom Continent under his feet: "Those who help and abuse and dare to dedicate their beliefs must bear the corresponding punishment!"

This continent of God is only half the size of the Peloponnese, and after Kratos tempered his soul to the extreme and comprehended deeper mysteries, he was able to spread the power of pain to every corner.

Tormented by the power of hunger, these creatures who were already under cruel and violent enslavement, their faith in Mathelaton was immediately shattered, and the power of the bloodline activated by the power of faith began to fade.