Hundreds of millions of gods plus 100,000,000 soldiers who need to be multiplied by their number, such an army is definitely enough to crush Hua Feng and his party to pieces, as the same saying goes, it only takes a spit from everyone to drown them, so the other side of the battle naturally can't just be Hua Feng and a few people.

"Come back, return into billions, return into facelessness, return, return for your ideals, return for your future."

Praying, calling, Ilya sank into the deepest sleep of this world, the darkest place where countless losers are, the nightmare that this world least wants to think of, and the pursuit that this world can not forget.

It was the era when the gods had not yet enslaved the world, it was the era when mortals used their wisdom to create civilization, but I don't know when the gods appeared, and the gods fed on the beliefs of all beings and used the beliefs of all beings as their strength, so they needed to destroy this era and create the era of gods.

They did it, after all, no matter what the past civilization reached, but at least immortality is an absolutely untouchable forbidden area, and compared to the glory of the entire civilization, for many people, it is still their own interests, and their own strength is more important.

With the emergence of traitors among the high-ranking personnel, the situation of the war gradually fell to the point that it was not conducive to that civilization, and because of this situation, the number of traitors increased even more, and finally the government of that civilization fell, and only a group of people remained to resist.

They resisted for tens of thousands of years, even after the godmen had established a civilization that belonged to the gods, they did not give up, inspired the ordinary people around them, preached the civilization of that era, and used their lives to spell out a piece of land, a land that allowed them to live as freely as they did at the beginning.

But 10,000 years is enough time to wipe out the non-immortal civilization, and after fighting for so long, even the last words have been lost, and all they can face is the question that ordinary people are puzzled by, "The gods and men have given us peace and food, why should you rebel against them?" ”

"For the sake of peace, for the sake of life to kill you."

"This is the last word we hear, and it is also the end that belongs to us, we are really out of this era, we should not and do not need to return."

"But you're here anyway."

The maiden dressed in the garments of heaven was like a sacrifice, and continued in a tone without any tone, "Because you are not reconciled, because you cannot accept that your children will always be slaves of God, because you know that your blood continues, and your civilization continues. ”

"So come back, in order for your dreams to come true, and for your civilization to continue."

"Return under this banner and fight again."

It's a little unclear what the original wish was, and what the past was like, these residues don't know, but the flame in their hearts hasn't been extinguished, and they still want to fight for that thing that has long been forgotten.

So.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious."

This is not a slogan of justice, just a slogan of a group of people grabbing money and food in order to survive, and fooling others when they kill, but this is also the most correct slogan, because this is the most basic desire of every ordinary person, the desire to live a better life, to live more freely.

Anyone who tries to stop this thirst can only be killed.

With Elijah's prayers, the undead of the past came to the present, and the mortals connected to them found a long-lost civilization from the almost insignificant genetic factors, and found that they were really only alive as pigs and dogs, so they had to rebel.

So the faith was confused, and when the believers believed that their gods were the culprits who enslaved them, how much reverence there had been in the past, how many curses there were now, and the army of the god-men was stopped.

But that wasn't enough, this awakening was only a momentary impulse, and once the gods were on their feet, they could destroy the resistance of mortals, after all, it was only a stimulated desire, not their true heart, and they were not those warriors.

As for whether the gods can do it, it goes without saying, their backbone, the god king did not show the slightest weakness, and the other party has already sorted out his faith under the surface of the fierce attack, and controls the powerful power to destroy this side with one blow.

"Seven seas, abandon the barrier and expand my signal with all my might, this is the final blow."

"Understood."

The barrier was lifted, and multiple satellites unfolded at the same time, sending the signal towards the universe, sending out all the channels, and the powerful flow of magic was as conspicuous as an exploding supernova in the dark universe.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand."

The slogan of the other world, connected by the same faith, the yellow turban, is the only thing that can be reached by those who struggle in the most desperate ways.

When billions of undead return, even though the number of believers is larger, these dead still easily suppress them in terms of will, which is the difference between warriors and slaves, the difference between the desire for progress and the maintenance of the status quo.

The god-king wanted to resist, but it was impossible, these dead were just fragments, just echoes, even if these losers returned under the filling of magic, but they were not even ghosts, matter, energy, just a fragment that hindered the prayers of the believers.

So the situation fell in the direction that was most dangerous for the god-king.

"This!"

In an instant, although even if there were hundreds of millions of undead, compared to the mortals of the entire God Realm, it was still too few, and the faith interference that could be created was only a short moment.

But this moment is enough. 、

Hua Feng made a move, wind and fire went hand in hand, and the ice rock opened the way, opening a path in the overwhelming attack of the God King.

A trace of gaps, a line of victory and defeat, the sword light is cold, and the figure is remnant. The moon-piercing streamer streaked across the sky, bringing the testimony of heaven and earth, and there was no trace of blood on the long sword, only the appearance of the guy behind him covering his neck helplessly.

"Night knives? Tianjian! ”

It was only at this time that a voice came out, and the chill that froze the entire space dissipated, and at the same time, Lin Tian's movements were also distorted, and the two arms covering his neck were broken, and a stream of blood rushed to the sky.

"No, it can't be, there's absolutely no way I'm going to die here, I ......"

"I'm the God-King."

The divine power condensed again, the divine light reappeared, the broken arm flew back to the arm, and the blood spurted out flowed back into the body, this is the power of the God King, and it is also the last power of the God King.

"Poof!"

In the darkness, a sharp blade pierced through Lin Tian's chest, and at the same time, two figures behind him gradually emerged.

The God-King turned around, and was greeted by a man he didn't know, and a guy who should have died a long time ago.

"You? How could it be ......"

"Finally met, murderer!"

Ten thousand years of hatred and resentment, the twisting dagger that returned from hell, poured everything into it, and destroyed the gods and gods.