The dense insects flapped their wings and flew high, and as soon as they flew out of the astral passage, they already felt the vigorous vitality of this world.

Sweet, wonderful, wonderful...... This series of words emerges in their barren brains, and their muddy consciousness is filled with a thirst for these things, from the body, from the soul, from the deepest, most instinctive thirst.

Eat, destroy—they have these two thoughts in their heads.

But at the master's command, they chose to fly upwards, towards the island suspended high in the sky.

The humming of the wings continued to knock on the void around them, and the ensuing dotted lines outlined the air, and the astral breath seeped in from these dotted lines.

The bugs swaggered into the world of Assatom, and they followed the trail of the Arcane Empire, but even the master of this branch did not expect that the crystal wall of this world would have broken a large hole, and it would not take any strength to enter it.

And so he rose up greed and coveted the world!

The war on the floating island has come to an end, and the speaker of the Arcane Council is struggling to support him, and he has not yet died, but just now, the remaining three Grand Arcanists have all died under the sudden attack of the [Spirits of the Magic Web].

The rest of the Arcanists were probably dead, at least in his sight, there were no other Arcanists other than him.

At this time, the speaker, who could only stand with his staff, lamented: "Three crowns, your divine power...... There's not much left, right?"

The God of Radiance held the ancient sword, his body covered with scars, and nodded earnestly, "There is not much left!"

If it weren't for the protection of the civilians of this floating island, and for the maintenance of the gates of the divine kingdom in other parts of the continent, it would be impossible for him and the divine power of the God of Justice to be consumed so quickly.

The situation of the orc lord god is a little better, but it is not much better, he consumes a lot of divine power when fighting the demon lord, even if their powerful divine power is credited with divine power almost every moment, it does not mean that they can squander it at will.

"Yes...... Speaker smiled bitterly, and with a look of loneliness he let go of his hands clenching his staff, straightened his back tremblingly, and looked up at the enemies of the Empire.

The three gods were reluctant to use their divine powers to repair their scarred bodies, and the black dragon's wings were broken off and his right arm was cut off, and he was being treated by the goddess of wealth.

The two legendary mages looked unscathed, but their faces were tired, and it was clear that they had no strength to fight again.

The Arcane Empire lost, their Arcanists lost, all defeated, lost decently......

At this time, he couldn't help but imagine that if they could avoid some mistakes just now, such as always being on guard against the [Spirits of the Demon Net] and carefully fighting these gods and legends, would they still have a chance to win?

Although even he himself thinks this idea is ridiculous, because it is impossible to turn back time, he cannot do it all over again, this idea is meaningless.

But in the end...... Still a little regretful......

"Do you regret it?" asked Selina softly as she stepped up from behind, looking calmly at the last Grand Arcanist.

"There are some regrets. The old man sighed, then smiled self-deprecatingly, "But if we had to choose again, we would still do the same." Whether we are stubborn or evil, we are so unrepentant and hopeless, and once we make a choice, we will definitely follow through to the end. Most...... It's just a matter of remorse when you fail, and nothing else. ”

Even in the face of death, even in the face of the fact that the Arcane Empire was about to be destroyed, the Grand Arcanist was still personable, and if it weren't for Latinia to tell her, Serena might not have imagined that this old man had destroyed thousands of families for a single research.

That's all something that happened in the shadows, and in those days, due to the presence of the Arcanists, creatures from the outer planes often appeared in the world of Asathom, and with a little disguise, they could direct their tracking eyes to the outer planes.

He is a worthy enemy because he has chosen to fight to the end to protect his empire, even in the face of death, he is not afraid to give in to the enemy, but at the same time, he is also a wicked villain!

He was full of evil, he was full of heinous sins, he did heinous things, and he committed countless sins.

This side of him is respected, but the other side of him is pointed out by thousands of people.

This is not the case for him alone, almost all arcanists are like this - they will do everything for their research if necessary.

They are such a paradoxical existence, so they can't continue to live in this world, and letting them continue to live may be the sorrow of this world and the disaster of the weak.

What's more, these Arcanists' love for the Arcane Empire is only their love for 'themselves', and the love for the existence of 'Arcanists', for them, civilians are just spare materials.

The Arcane Empire is the most bloodline-oriented, and civilians will always be civilians, unless they are chosen by the Arcanists to become Transcendental, but even so, only the Arcanists are the true ruling class, and the Transcendents are just a tool in their hands to control the large number of people.

So, the Grand Arcanist must die, the Arcanist must die, and the Arcane Empire must be destroyed.

But on this basis, if the enemy wants to have a decent death, the God of Radiance will not refuse.

The Speaker straightened his robe, brushing away the dust from his robes, and even though his clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and his face was ugly, he looked like a polite gentleman.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the old man showed a relieved smile, no longer looking bitter.

His smile stiffened on his face, starting from the hem of his clothes, and his body was like sand, fluttering away in the wind.

Grains of dust drifted away in the wind and disappeared before Cervantes' eyes.

With the death of the last Speaker of the Arcane Council, the Second Arcane War came to an end and the Arcane Empire was destroyed.

All you need to do is clear the remaining Arcanists and Floating City, and the war is truly over.

It took twenty-three days, from the return of the Arcane Empire to its destruction, and a total of twenty-three days, the Arcane Empire, which returned to the world of Assatom, came to an end.

The eight Elemental Furnaces of the Floating Island are still functioning, supporting the Floating Island and the other four Outer Cities of the Floating City, and if these eight Elemental Furnaces stop functioning, all of them will fall into the Inland Sea, and nearly five million people will die.

The Gods of Radiance and Justice wanted to exterminate the Arcanists, but they did not deal with the civilians of the Arcane Empire, as they were also poor people, who were used by the Arcanists as experimental materials and an alternative to cultivating the Transcendental.

Even though they were now hostile to the entire world of Assatom, the two gods believed that they could turn the minds of the civilians around, and that they would not let them go until then.

The civilians had to live in a settlement that was confined and could not be easily left until their perceptions were reversed before they could choose to integrate into the world of Assatom.

If they are left alone, they will only have one ending: 'death'.

There must be a lot of food needed in such a large city, but it is not easy to grow food in a floating city.

That's not what the God of Light and the God of Justice want to see, they will take these floating cities and floating islands away from the inland sea area and place them in several places on the continent, so that they can better monitor them.

If something is amiss, the source must be killed, as they are more inclined to protect the people of the world of Assatom than the civilians of these Arcane Empires.

Those who live under their shelter choose to surrender their faith to them, and they must take responsibility for it.

Wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?

The gods had not been able to relax at this time, because they clearly remembered that when they were still fighting the Grand Arcanist just now, there was a very obvious wave of time and space under the floating island.

Except for a very few things, everything that enters the world of Assatom through that astral passage is very dangerous, and since they are here, they naturally have to take a look at what it is, and if that thing is dangerous, they will eliminate it, and they can't let those things harm the people of the world of Assatom.

Cervantes twisted his stiff neck, turned his head sideways and said, "Sela, I'll go see it too." ”

Without waiting for the maid to reply, he moved his right hand, stretched his newly recovered wings, flapped violently, and soared into the air.

Dragons have a keen sense of hearing, and even more so are gods.

The black dragon suddenly frowned, turned his head to look at the God of Justice, and asked in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, did you hear any sound?"

His broken eardrum had been repaired long before that, so he could hear the muffled hum very clearly.

With the death of the four-winged horned eagle, most of the falcons have left the sky above the floating island, and only a few remain here, continuing to fight with the angels of the three gods.

The humming sounds were very different from the sound of a falcon flapping its wings, more like the sound of a bug flying, and the sound was so low that if the black dragon didn't listen carefully, it could only hear faint sounds.

However, the body structure of the gods is different from that of humans, so Cervantes tried to confirm whether it was an illusion of his own.

The god of justice bowed his head heavily, "I heard it too, it sounds a bit like the sound of bugs vibrating their wings and flying, and they fly fast...... Fluctuations in time and space?

Could it be that the thing that caused the space-time fluctuations just now and came out of the astral passage was a swarm of bugs?

Listening to the God of Justice's whispering to himself, the brows of the God of Radiance and the Orc Lord God also furrowed.

In the vast sea of stars, there is such a race, they devour everything, they destroy everything, they can use all their power to strengthen themselves, and then quickly grow and transform.

If they are not controlled and mastered by the 'Juggernaut', they can quickly multiply a race that is enough to devour the planet and the world, and then elect a Juggernaut to break away from the control of the original Juggernaut.

They have only one name - 'Zerg'!

Although there are countless branches and groups within the entire race, their bloodlines all originate from the legendary 'Mother of Worms', a powerful being that has existed since the time of the Old Gods and has a great reputation!

Even if they are the masters, they will be controlled by the Mother of Worms, no matter how powerful they are, as long as they are ordered by the Mother of Worms, even if they are in front of the 'River Styx' that will be difficult to get out of alive once they step in, they will resolutely go.

It is said that the insects and arthropods of the entire multiverse originated from the 'mother of worms', and because of the existence of the mother of worms, the 'worms' appeared in the multiverse.

They are the destroyers of the world, they are the devourers of life, and where they pass there is no grass, all life will be extinct!

The three gods and the black dragon were silent, and suddenly increased their flight speed, and soon flew over the edge of the floating island, when a deafening roar began to bombard their ears.

Suddenly a black ocean appeared in front of them, and the surface of the sea was undulating, like a wave surging, and it was rising in the wind.

- Innumerable, dense insects fluttered their wings and rushed towards them, their hideous and terrifying mouthparts clearly visible, constantly opening and closing, as if they were biting something.

The vastness is comparable to an ocean!

After seeing the three gods in the sky, the insects hissed at the same time, and the psionic energy that existed in the meager souls began to converge.

Each insect had only a little bit of psionic energy, but when it began to gather, it turned into a torrent of soup in an instant, silently roaring, surging up and down, rolling forward.

The greedy and powerful Lord saw the presence of the three gods through the psionic network of the race, and his heart was filled with lust in an instant.

The God of Radiance's eyes suddenly widened, subconsciously condensed the holy light, shook the long sword in his hand, and a glorious waning moon slashed out and shot towards the bottom of the island.

The bugs in the front row were swept away by the sword, but after a few moments, they looked undamaged, and more and more!

Torrents of psionic energy blasted into the sky, slamming into the divine shield constructed by the God of Justice, shaking the impregnable barrier.

Looking at this scene, Cervantes couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp.

Each bug was larger than the average hound, with its muscles and limbs directly exposed, without any carapace covering, and it looked like a pile of walking dark red muscles, surging up in waves like a tide.

They have just finished their battle with the Arcane Empire, and they are not in good shape!

The God of Radiance pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "Temporarily retreat, move the Floating City and this island back, we can't sit idly by and watch the civilians be eaten by these bugs!"