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It is an indescribable and indescribable behemoth. After breaking through the space again, they came to this world with wisps of heavy chaotic aura.

The rift between the three-dimensional and the two-dimensional is rapidly polluting and eroding the world in a different space that can be seen but not touched.

"Close your eyes, cover your ears and lie down, don't look and don't listen!"

Feeling its coming, Wisteria immediately quickly instructed the few people present. But only the cute and natural Shizuka listened to him, and honestly lay down immediately. The pair of huge white rabbits pressed on the tatami mat and made a soft 'poof' sound, and bounced on the ground several times, causing everyone to blush for a while.

Miyamoto Rei herself doesn't like wisteria very much, and in this kind of 'what do you want me to do, I don't!' Under the rebellious mentality, she instead opened her eyes and looked out the window, and Miss Gao Cheng was the same, she did not listen to Wisteria's kindness, but was curious to see what it was, and actually made Wisteria show a posture like a great enemy.

Even though he had just been surrounded by dead bodies, he didn't show such a slightly panicked look.

So, like the people outside, they saw something they shouldn't see, and after hearing a whisper from Chaos, their SAN value fell below zero and fell to the ground.

By the time they wake up, they'll be crazy.

Wisteria snorted, and some unknown changes in her body began to occur. The muscles slowly stretch and contract, deform, and the bones rattle. Nearly a minute later, he was transformed into a black-haired young man of the same size as before, but with short ivory-white hair and violet eyes.

"Hmph, is this our new leader? It's superficial! ”

Cold and indifferent, as if looking at an ant that could be crushed to death at the fingertips, a woman dressed in black translucent gauze shoulders, surrounded by a crop top with only a fairly little fabric, a pair of dark green wings behind her back, and a long snake tail appeared in this room.

"Well, after all, it's human, and we can't be too harsh."

Beside the snake goddess, a crimson flame was smiling.

It sounded like her words were excusing Thor, but in fact they were a deeper level of belittlement, and in the face of Thor's low strength, she didn't even want to have a harsh attitude, just like Thor was air.

"Okay, you don't say any more." Next to Ketugua, Nyara Totip glared at her fiercely, and said helplessly: "The pantheon's gang of miscellaneous people have located here, let's join forces to destroy this world beacon, and then leave here first with the boss's successor." ”

"Hmph, that's superficial."

"Okay, since it's Nayako's request, then I'll agree to you."

Then, a black light flashed, and Nyara Totip carefully wrapped Thor who had not had time to react, the poison island girl who was transforming into the Shadow Sacrifice and Shizuka lying on the ground, and the three people who were still in the room immediately disappeared.

At the same time, the three gods began to exert their strength, and the edge of the world began to collapse rapidly. From the corner where you don't know where you are, trees, rocks, earth, life, air, and even space slowly dissipate like foam.

In less than three minutes, the whole world was a black paste, a dried liquid, a sticky crumb of the world, and a mass of crazy thoughts left behind by the departure of the old gods.

"Damn, it's been three hundred years, and this time it was hard to find the traces of Cthun's successors, and I actually let them run away!"

Nearly a minute after the world had just turned into a ruin, the personnel of the Pantheon succeeded in positioning regardless of the loss, and finally penetrated through the planes and reached this world, but all they saw was the scene of the world being polluted and destroyed by violence.

All the useful information in the world that could trace their identities was destroyed by the old gods, leaving only useless spiritual thoughts that existed as a source of madness infection.

This is a standard, the wreckage of the world after being violently corrupted and poisoned by the old god system, except to prove that this world was destroyed by the old god system, and by the way, it is used as a source of infection to disgust and disgusting people from the pantheon.

"Don't be angry, Dora, it's normal."

The Pantheon, who looked like a middle-aged man, comforted his young companion. This new god was urgently recruited due to too many vacancies in the Pantheon seats, and there are still many things that I don't know much about the old gods.

"The pantheon's struggle with these evil gods of the old gods has been going on for dozens of years, more than tens of millions of years. Although we have a considerable advantage, on the whole, whether it was before the Great War three hundred years ago, or today after the Great War, we are still not much different in terms of top combat power. ”

"Don't be impatient when dealing with them. The gods of the old days were all good at controlling the spirit, and only by maintaining a stable and peaceful state of mind can they win the battle. ”

"Taught, Lord Coramandra."

The female member of the Pantheon known as Dora bowed lightly to the middle-aged man, and today, when the original combat power has lost its nine, the 'powerful divine power' that is already extraordinary, the 'father of nature' Coramandera is one of the thickest thighs in the Pantheon, and she is a small 'low-level divine power' that has not been joined for a long time, but she does not dare to make a mistake in front of this.

"Well, there's not much to see here."

With a wave of his right hand, a huge layer of green light enveloped and melted the wreckage. Clouds of black gas emerged from the wreckage, being hunted down by the green light and destroyed, dispersed. Half an hour later, the purified wreckage of the world returned to the universe in particle form.

"When I go back, tell the people in the database to cancel the number of this world."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

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In the eyes of the old gods, polluting the spirits of other races and plundering their spiritual power is not only a means to gain power, but also an art. The pinnacle of this art is to turn other races into a combination of flesh and tentacles (i.e., the Faceless) due to the reduction of their spiritual value.

For them, it is quite a wasteful act to forcibly take away their souls and abandon their bodies, and even get ridicule from other gods of the old days when it is passed on.

But Azathoth? Cthun also knew that this art might not be something that could be played by his successor who had just obtained his inheritance, so he left a magic circle in the soul binding spell book he left for his successor. This circle collects the souls of nearby slain creatures and converts them into corresponding spirit points. The collection range is always within 30 meters of the spell book, i.e. within 30 meters.