In the void not far away, the Celtic supreme god Dagoda crossed his hands in front of his chest, staring indifferently at Oluren, who was in his final struggle.

Right! The Celtic world has finally made a move on the Yoruba world.

"Destroy these traitors who have fornicated with the enemy-" All the Celtic Apostles shouted a similar slogan.

Oluren's hesitation in intercepting the world of Findland because of Raven's persuasion became the biggest excuse for the Celtic world to go to war.

Whether it's for the high-sounding punishment of the 'disloyal traitor' or for the need for world advancement, Oluren must fall, and the world of Yoruba must be dismantled and devoured.

The face of Olulun, the god of the Yoruba world, was full of despair and regret.

"I should have listened to Raven a long time ago. Rather than being completely devoured by you, it is better to learn from Uco, at least without falling. "It was a roar from the depths of the soul.

"Stupid!" A cold snort of disdain came from Dagorda's nose.

Dagorda did despise Olulon. In his opinion, from Olulun's point of view, whether he rebelled on the spot and defected to the more powerful Raven, or completely surrendered himself and re-became the god emperor under his Dagoda command, the result would be much better.

Not to mention that the world's resources are scarce now, even if there is no shortage, this kind of two-faced guy is never likable!

This is Olulon asking for his own destruction!

Across the battlefield, the battle was nearing its end, with the four worlds being fought as a plane, looking down from the direction of the starry sky to the highest point. The Red and Black Army, which represents the Yoruba world, has been dispersed. And the terrible torrent that represents the three major forces of the Celtic world has completely surrounded the Yoruba army that is rushing left and right and trying to flee.

The remaining red-black parts of the void are dying out at an ever-increasing rate. Strange miniature planes that are as black as ink, like moving fortresses, enter at unimaginable speeds.

Those planes that seemed to be small black suns flickered like phantoms, jumping in space of different lengths in the void, and the space was distorted many times, large and small, and then quickly calmed down.

In the midst of the high-speed jumps, these black shadow fortresses easily dyed the planes of Yoruba's world black one by one.

"Your Majesty, the Shadow World's military attack speed has exceeded the schedule, and if this continues, they will occupy the reserved land of the Fermore Deep Sea World."

"Hmph." The Supreme One, who held the two-headed scepter, let out a cold snort unpleasantly, but there was no more emotion in his deep pupils.

All Celtic powerful beings know in their hearts that Da Kota's name is the supreme god, but in fact, it is only dominant in the three major Celtic god systems, and there is no real dominance over the two powerhouses under his command, the Fermore Giant God King Balor and the Shadow Queen Skarsacki.

"Is it really okay to let the two of them go like this?" The god who spoke had a glittering arm that looked like a mechanical arm, but the silver arm did not resemble a prosthetic limb that had been fitted to it, but fused perfectly with his divine body, like a mortal flesh-and-blood arm.

'Silver Hand' Nuada - the first Celtic god of God.

If it weren't for the great battle with the previous god race that ruled the Celtic world, the Faberg God Race, the main body lost an arm forever and caused a great reduction in divine power, and finally chose to abdicate by itself, maybe the current god is still this respectable predecessor.

Dagoda can express disdain for other beings, but he has always maintained the greatest respect for Nuada.

"Well, there's not enough time." Dagoda shook his head, as if trying to drive away the bad premonition, but in the end he was unsuccessful, he stretched out his slender and powerful index finger, and pointed his fingertips at Oluren, who was fighting with the Queen of Shadows Skarsacki in the void, and asked, "Not counting this idiot, is there only one enemy in our Celtic world, Raven Yunfield?" ”

There was not the slightest sense of lightness in the tone of the Supreme God Dagota.

"When Your Majesty said this, I felt it too. Even if it was one against five that time, Raven's arrogance was pretended. In retrospect, his humility was completely inconsistent with his supreme status, and even before he finally killed Anu at that time, he did not say anything cruel to Your Majesty. ”

"The only explanation is that he has been preparing for one, if not several, more powerful adversaries. And my Celtic world and I are not taken into account by him at all! Dagoda gripped the Scepter's right hand, and the knuckles of his fingers were a little white from the exertion.

Nuada was silent.

If this poor calculation is true, then the Celtic world is really too far behind.

After eating the Yoruba world, Celtic can barely make three large worlds. Raven's side, on the other hand, is already a giant mid-level, two large plus a medium-sized world, or even a luxury lineup of three large worlds. In the end, they don't know how far Raven's power will rise.

The only thing that is certain is that Celtic is definitely on the underdog.

Both gods sighed helplessly in unison, and finally, put their vision back on the battlefield.

Oluren's face was completely gray, like a worm that had fallen into a spider's web, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

In the boundary membrane of Yoruba's world, this is his home field, and he should have an absolute advantage in his own law world, but the scene is completely reversed.

It looks more like a man-made knife, and he is a fish.

The world of laws that he had woven with the power of the world that was biased towards the origin of fire was somehow being used by Celt's mysterious and powerful god.

Each of his divine attacks would be perfectly copied and hit at him in turn.

What's even more ruthless is that the other party even used his world power. It was as if as long as the power of the world left his palm, it no longer belonged to him, but to his enemies.

If it was a simple battle for the Void, Olulun would have withdrawn.

But this is in his world, and behind it is his main plane, and he can't escape it at all.

"Ah......hh Why!? Why—" Olulon unleashed wave after wave of furious attacks on the goddess whose face was blurred and who looked like the embodiment of darkness. He's switched over a hundred law building modes, and none of them have worked.

His attacks couldn't even touch the opponent's divine shield.

What the hell is going on!?

As a god, he was completely played?

The deduction of various law models, the mournful cries of his subordinates in the network of divine thoughts, and all kinds of prayers were all chaotic in the spiritual sea of Olulun, as if he would have a mental breakdown at any time. (To be continued.) )