The ancient beast-like gray-backed wolf narrowed its scarlet eyes, its eyebrows furrowed, and it fell into deep thought, shock, surprise, hideousness, and madness, and different expressions kept appearing on its huge wolf head.

"Incarnate in the world of the whirlpool, ahem, is this the asset of the Lord God? Ahem, it's really enviable. However, my strength is even stronger, since I can't let the World Stone take the initiative to recognize the Lord, then I will take it with my strength. ”

Its gaze withdrew from Wellington and Elan, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared viciously at the World Stone in the Vortex World, its eyes full of greed and heat.

"Hmph, damn the World Stone, I have repeatedly rejected me, now my body is bigger than yours, and my strength has increased hundreds of times, I don't believe it, I can't hold you in the palm of my hand. The stronger you are, the more I like it, hehe, you're destined to belong to me Othello. Haha, I've been thinking about this goal for hundreds of years. Since I got the note of the ancestral god, I have been planning this matter, but unfortunately I have never been allowed to enter, but I didn't expect this human brat to become my lucky star, and let us unexpectedly arrive at this place of origin, haha, it seems that the ancestral god has a spirit in the sky, and he is also helping me, haha, boy, thank you for helping me achieve my wish. I'll be very patient in repaying you when I get the World Stone, haha-"

Othello's vast body moved, and it was only a few steps before he reached his destination.

Its head was so large that it was more than twice the size of the entire vortex.

"Although I don't know how to get you out of this vortex, and the Ancestor has no record of how to use this World Stone, I don't think I need to do it. Now I'm so strong that I just need to swallow you. Hehe, I don't believe I can't digest you. ”

Othello's eyes were a little apprehensive, more blazing madness, and he ignored the violently swirling whirlpool, and opened a huge mouth. As if it was about to swallow the sky, it was going to directly devour the World Stone and the whirlpool world in which it existed.

It was so crazy, but the World Stone was still calm, as if it had no fear at all, and it didn't even react at all. Let Othello swallow it with his big mouth.

Othello's eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Haha, it's actually done, the World Stone doesn't have any backlash, haha. The World Stone belongs to me Othello, haha, I will become a god, and in the future I will become the main god who dominates the entire universe, haha - I am indeed the clock of heaven and earth, an absolute genius. ”

However, it only momentarily knew that it was wrong.

Because. The World Stone that it had sucked into its belly began to make a difference, and bursts of colic came from its internal organs.

"Damn it. What's going on? Ah, this damn vortex is going to tear and devour my flesh and blood, ah, don't you reject all things? ”

Othello began to wail in a heart-rending manner, and his massive body could no longer stand. Struggle, torment, and then, it was toppling, tumbling, with a loud bang, as if the earth were shaking.

Its skin, flesh, and bones began to tremble. Soon it began to swell up and down like a balloon, and the whole body was doubled in size again, but this time it was a little unusual, because the surface of the gray-backed wolf began to dripping with countless bloodshots.

"Ah, ah, damn, damn, am I going to be strangled to death by this world stone? Ah, I can't stand it anymore. ”

Othello's body swelled, its body kept tumbling, jumping, struggling, retching, trying to spit out the World Stone, however, everything seemed to be to no avail.

Pain, madness, hysteria.

Gradually, the guy's voice began to weaken, and blood kept flowing out of the surface of the skin.

Although it kept running the laws of life and repairing its body, however, although the speed of that repair was fast, it could not withstand the destructive power of the vortex.

The earth, the light, and the lush woody laws were surging, but Othello's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and his mind was drifting into madness and delirium.

The terrifying vortex grew bigger and bigger in the Gray-backed wolf's belly, and Othello's body gradually began to appear cracks, and these cracks spurted blood incessantly.

Just a moment, with a bang, the whole body exploded in all directions.

Countless tiny pieces were thrown out by the repulsion of the World Stone.

A red rain of blood fell.

Soon, it was powdered by powerful coercion and turned to ash.

Except for Othello's unwillingness, there is no trace of its existence.

"No-how am I going to die-ah-"

The wise man of the Greyback Wolves, the military advisor of Milanov, Othello paid with his life for his arrogance and madness. Although its comprehension of the laws of life is profound, and it can even accelerate its own growth, and it can heal quickly after being injured, but in the face of the center of the whole world, the power of the World Stone, there is nothing to be done, and the soul can only be dissipated.

It is not yet a god, it has no godhead of its own, and it does not have its own divine kingdom, once the divine soul is shattered, it can only turn to ashes, and it can never be reborn, unless the main god comes out, returns to the long river of time, and exerts great magic power to resurrect it, obviously, this possibility is not very likely.

Compared to the sad Othello, the whirlpool where the World Stone is located is very calm, after the sudden eruption, this guy returned to his previous state again, still about one square kilometer, constantly rotating, nothing can enter, once entered, it will be expelled.

However, the abnormalities around Wellington and Elan's bodies are becoming more and more obvious.

The white vortex around Wellington's body grew larger and larger, and the power of light like a tide was swept into it, mixed with countless violent spatial powers.

And the power of countless elements and other laws are ruthlessly rejected by it.

The huge whirlpool kept spinning, and its momentum was even stronger than the spatial vortex where the World Stone was located.

The two vortices are getting closer and closer to each other.

Wellington's whirlpool, though small, moved slowly, enveloping its body, as if it were an iron block attracted by a magnet, gradually moving closer to the World Stone.

This small movement is not obvious, and it is carried out very slowly and hard.

In fact, Wellington was not awake, and his mind was still in an epiphany, however, his intuition told him that the World Stone was very important to it, that it had a powerful attraction, and that if it could be fused, the benefits would be endless, and this intuition attracted it to the World Stone.

Elan's aura was still unstable, and the cyclone around it was still vague and hazy, yet it was expanding at an extremely slow pace. And this aura seems to come from the inside of its body, to be precise, his sea of knowledge.

His sea of consciousness has undergone earth-shaking changes, whether it is the power of the elements or the law of dark death, they have all disappeared at this moment, leaving only a dusk.

It swirled and stirred around the chaotic crystal nucleus of Ilan, assimilating the entire sea of consciousness space into an invisible. (To be continued.) )