Hecarim didn't roll away.

He was in the air, frozen.

Then, together with his invincible army of ghosts.

Little by little, it turned to ashes.

The whole process is silent.

It's like the sun turning snow, nature.

Irresistible.

Dismarson watched his right-hand men annihilate without the slightest fluctuation of affection.

And Trist, he doesn't seem to have the intention of chasing after the victory for the time being.

He only bowed slightly again, took off his hat and saluted solemnly.

Smile.

Signal you to stop struggling.

"There you go." Dismasson was still as majestic as a prison and said to the remaining one.

And the remaining one.

Spider Empress Elise, she's scared.

Really, scared.

Scared.

In the past, when she controlled the ignorant believers she had bewitched, she only felt that she could do anything in heaven and on earth.

Now, in the face of the world's top storage zài.

She finally knew how shallow she was, how weak she was.

She was scared.

She finally understood what it was like for those stupid humans who died under her mouth and couldn't struggle, to show that helpless look in their last moments before they died.

That's how she feels now.

To move forward is to die, to retreat, or to die.

So, she chose.

Turn sideways and get out of the way.

Meaning, you pass, I won't stop you.

"Oh?" Trist showed a look of amusement, but he smiled and nodded, "You're not bad." ”

And Dismason.

For this to turn their backs on their own subordinates in front of themselves.

but there was no thunder and wrath.

He just looked at Trist.

Say, "Come." ”

"As you wish." Trist bowed for the third time.

Looking up, he gently stroked Evelyn's cheek beside her. Start walking.

Evelyn, looking at his back with complicated eyes, then at the terrible deity possessed by Hammerstone.

She remembered the difficult life she had lived in his shadow in the past, and watched her man challenge him now.

I feel that a qiē is really disillusioned.

So she closed her eyes.

Don't worry about anything anymore.

It's just life, life and death.

"Boom-" The battle had already taken place the moment she closed her eyes.

Space collapses.

The chaotic sky that had been divided by the Void. Again under the terrible waves of energy.

Crash, reorganize, break.

No more restoration.

The sky has turned bright yellow.

Under the violent impact of this terrifying energy plate, it began to appear, almost purple-like deep marks.

This is, a battle between the gods.

A gesture is a devastating change.

Dismason was on a high place, holding aloft the chain in his hand that was no longer rusty and stained.

With supreme divine power, infused with it. Brandished it into a law.

A sword of law.

A terrifying sword of law that is enough to penetrate the essence of the world between opening and closing.

And Trist, he's constantly moving.

In those void crevices and the space of reality, he kept shifting his position.

He's telling fortunes.

Swept by Dismassen's near-unbreakable sword of law.

He was still calmly and calmly, almost wandering between the void and reality.

He was going over the cards in his hand one by one.

He's picking his fate.

The fate of their own, the fate of Dismatson.

At this moment, he is the god of fate.

Lady Luck is smiling.

"Click—" He finally picked a card.

When Dismarson swept in with another hook of law.

He pulled out of the midst of thousands of fates. That card.

That card.

Wheel of Fortune.

Fate, whose side is it on?

In this God-to-God showdown.

No doubt.

Trist smiled confidently.

He played that card in a straight position.

Meantime. The five emotions were like wings stretched out behind him, and then rushed out.

Upright, the wheel of fortune.

The god of luck has arrived.

God of Luck.

Always on my side.

So, goodbye.

"Buzz-" crashing sound.

The power of fate, superimposed on the immense power of the five gods, collided with that sword of law.

There were ripples like water waves.

And then there's the breaking.

It's overwhelming.

Lady Luck. Tilted the scales straight to Trist's side.

Smiling, Trist.

He pressed the two fate-throwing fingers to his lips and swung them hard.

This is a farewell and a necessary ritual before eating.

Show. Respect for food.

"Whoa-la-"

It was like rain.

Or maybe the rocks that have survived for tens of millions of years are weathering rapidly in huge winds.

That huge iron chain, which was indestructible, quickly dissipated in the face of fate.

The sky is crying.

The light of the Void, which had become one with Dismatson, began to fade.

He opened his arms and let out a silent roar as if he were in the face of a helpless fate.

The arms that were about to break through the ground froze in the air, unable to hang down.

Even the gravedigger, who had been keeping his head down and tirelessly digging the grave, raised his head and looked at the chaotic sky.

Today.

The Isle of Shadows is dying.

All the things that are about it will disappear.

There will be no more legends.

There will be no more fog.

Maybe in a few days, there won't be any more, the world.

"Roar—" Dismasson, he finally, roared.

He struggled, breaking out of the shell.

He exudes a rich green glow, calling the whole island to wake up.

There were already heavy shadows that began to emanate from every inch of the Isle of Shadows.

Imprisoned in this barren place for countless years, he has long since become one with this place of bondage.

He wants to show his true being.

Subvert a qiē.

Destiny.

Outcome.

Spacetime!!!

"Carrara—" Countless sandy stones began to crumble and break.

Dismason is about to make a full recovery.

But.

Trist.

And he will not be given this chance.

"Nope." He shook his head, he shook his finger.

He refused, such a thing.

He drew a card, two cards, three cards, four cards with great grace.

Countless cards.

Those cards are constantly flying to every corner of the island.

And so the stars fell.

Isle of Shadows, silence.

And the card that represents the wheel of fortune also flew to its end.

Nailed into the soul that Dismason wanted to detach.

"Well, you're welcome." Trist smiled and swallowed, bowed, "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

"Go-"

Between heaven and earth, soon there was a sound of eating.

This is the seventh day of the Heavenly Fire.

It was also the first day of the Great Breakdown.

Isle of Shadows, sunk. (To be continued......)

PS: Enlightened.