'Who is the chosen one?' That was the first question the gods had.

'What does it have to do with Nessreel?' This is the second one.

'What should I do?' This is the third one.

The gods did not dare to act rashly, and this little girl seemed to have a big background.

The god looked at Misra and found that she was also confused.

The gods turned their gaze to Jerk again, and it was clear to them that what the little girl was going to do was related to death.

Jecob's face had become more ugly than that of the unreincarnated Mithriel, and he was already sensing some signs.

On the other side, Ai was staring nervously at Karthas who had turned into a stone statue. This is the first time she has spoken directly to the world.

She already felt that some of her spark had been taken back by the world, and then the invocation of authority should have been established.

The red crystal-like stone statue blinked, and soon, the stone statue cracked, and the outer stone fragments peeled off one by one.

A living Karthas reappeared in front of the world, the same as in front of Karthas, except that his clothes had turned red, as if the crystal pieces on the stone statue had not been peeled off.

The god looked quickly at Kartha.

Not dead, but not alive either. But in short, it is a living being.

Then, with a long groan, a tall black horse emerged from the ground and pushed Karthas directly to the horse.

One after another, the long groans of the horses continued to resound all around, and one after another black horses emerged from the ground, carrying a great arcanist to gather around Ai.

The gods discovered that some of these recreated Grand Arcanists did not die in the Nesshril Catastrophe, but as historical figures who died in various accidents.

If I had to find a common denominator, it would be that these Grand Arcanists were among the most outstanding talents in Nesser.

Soon, only sporadic dark horses pierced through the air from a distance. After a while, seeing that there were no more dark horses coming, Ai knew that the world had fulfilled his request.

Counted, a total of 360 dark horses, 360 knights.

On the other side, the gods were staring nervously at the group of knights. They could feel the strength of this group of knights, a power that was completely different from the gods, but comparable to the gods.

At this time, some powerful gods had already touched some of Ai's historical activities and saw a little strangeness about these resurrected knights.

The deaths of this group of beings are erased, meaning that this group of people cannot be killed. At the very least, the gods who discovered this felt that they could not kill any of the knights.

Most of the gods, who still didn't understand what was happening, stared at Jecob, whose face was now blackened with ink.

"Too much deception!" Jerk shouted angrily and used a high-level divine power bombardment directly at the place where Ai was.

At this time, Jerk was already a great divine power, and almost no one in the entire Torel was his opponent except for AO.

The white divine power gathered and grew in the sky above Ai's head, and in an instant, it struck Ai like thunder and lightning.

Everyone stared at the blast, the gods wanted to see how Ai responded, and the original group of Grand Arcanists began to prepare for defense.

Ai took the puppy into his arms with one hand and raised his right hand, at this time, the divine power bombardment had just been launched, and a phantrum of the figure that went straight into the clouds appeared in front of Ai.

The gods who were familiar with Jecob could see that the whole illusion was Jerk.

Ai's slap began to wave, and there was nothing in front of him. The divine bombardment fell, and the tall phantom of Jecob began to shrink and solidify.

The slap continued to swing forward, the bombardment continued to fall, and the phantom became more and more real.

"Smack!"

The slap was swung to the best position, and Jecob's face appeared at the right time, and he was slapped far away at once.

The divine power bombarded and fell, with a loud roar, far exceeding Ai's slap, but not even a single piece of grass under Ai's feet was broken.

Seeing this, the knight on the black horse was no longer ready to defend, but surrounded the Jegoth, who had fanned out.

This time the gods saw it clearly. In front of him, it was the body of Jerk who was fanned out by Ai.

That is to say, in a form unknown to the gods, the essence of Jego, which was full of great divine power, was forcibly pulled out of Jegob's kingdom.

In a form that the gods still don't understand, he leaned over and received this slap.

It's like a game of frisbee, when you see the owner throw the frisbee, the dog will run over and grab the frisbee.

The slap didn't hurt Jerk, and he quickly stood up.

All of this had a great impact on the gods and Jerk on the side. There has never been a time when the gods have been so embarrassed.

A great divine power, a pinnacle deity, was slapped to the ground like a mortal.

Normally they should have been the ones who slapped them.

"Wait, are you provoking death!" Jerk snapped.

"We are not resurrected from the dead, we have been trained to die." Karthas rode his horse and looked at Jecob who was confronted by the Knights.

"I know you're neither alive nor dead, human-like gods." Jerk enlarged his body and made himself look at Karthas.

"Such a strange existence, even I have never seen before. But since you have the appearance of the deceased, the great arcanists who were originally sleeping in the underworld will no longer enjoy eternal tranquility. This in itself is a provocation to death. Jerk's words were clever.

Now the positioning of the group of people in Karthhas will not be clear for a while, whether they will come back from the dead or not is two theories.

Jecob simply bypassed this and took out the real things from their image and the archarcanist who had been sleeping in the underworld.

The members of the Order didn't know how to answer for a while, and even if they changed their forms now, the vanished Grand Arcanists in the underworld couldn't tell.

They are actually a collective recreation of all the traces of these arcanists from the past. The world of Torrell gathered all the traces together, and then forged them with the help of Ai's spark.

They don't belong to Torrell in any sense of the word, and all contact has to go through Zhou or Ai.

"Since you have said this, I can't do anything to you anymore." Ai took a few steps forward and looked up at Jecob.

After Jecob's divine body shrunk to the point where he told Ai, Ai continued, "This is a deal between me and the world of Torrell, and you have to communicate with AO or the world of Torrell. “

And Jecob wanted to speak again.

"Of course, I won't let you suffer." Ai grabbed the white again.

Jego was quiet again, expecting Ai to talk about how to keep him from suffering.

"Still." Ai stroked the puppy's hair.

"The head of our family is more or less a master. You, the caretaker of the home, still have to have a little bit of the duty of the caretaker. ”

If Ai's words are correct, then the so-called supreme god is about to become a joke.

In a trance, Jerk returned to the Pantheon.

"Jerk, what happened after you came down to earth? What the hell is that little girl? How did you deal with this? All the gods gathered around at once.

After a little judgment, Jerk knew that what had just happened might only be known to the 362 people present, which made Jerk feel a little better.

'Don't mess with that little girl. After some thoughtless admonition, Jecob returned to the kingdom of God and was no longer involved in the matter.

Back on the ground, Ai was sitting around with the members of the Knights discussing things.

"What do you think is better for you?" Ai asked, continuing to hold the puppy.

And the 360 knights were at a loss.