The Faceling's magic isn't that easy to unravel. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The so-called portal is not a door in the traditional sense. This terrifying exclusive magic tears through space and twists it into a relatively stable, semi-independent space with the help of magic and magic nodes. Because the space is distorted, this area is actually filled with countless wormholes, and if you crash into it and take two steps forward, you may not know how many spatial rifts you have passed through and appear somewhere in another plane.

And since this thing dares to be called semi-permanent, it naturally has its own reason. In a stable space, it is very stable and does not terminate at all because the space is self-healing or there is no energy supply. As for those fools who think they can be quelled by magic or magic, the first thing they have to face is how to destroy the spatial structure of the area involved in the spell, and then how to sort out and restore the normalcy of the space.

It's not an easy job.

For anyone or god who doesn't understand magic, forcibly using magic or magic to do this is basically equivalent to filling the hole with magic/energy/divine power and reconstructing the space of the previous state. If the spell is not cast properly, it will even expand the area.

At the same time, for these natives, it is necessary to understand the spell...... Well, God knows if the god will be able to resist the san test without going crazy.

No matter what the situation is, for Zhao Kun, it is what he likes to see.

Fanning the flames and killing or burying it is exactly his policy. Anyway, his spells don't fluctuate abnormally, unless it's a guy under the same big system who uses special detection magic to detect - that's right, it's that Zhao Kun doesn't know what he is now.

At present, it seems that he is also commanding those gods to come out to catch a wave of Zhao Kun and chase after Zhao Kun's ass, which is very different from his strong interception posture when traveling in space.

The Faceless One doesn't know exactly why, but he's happy with it. If the other party had been so strong, he wouldn't have to play.

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The beginning of the strife comes from the war of the elements.

As the embodiment of some element, the gods of the elements are actually quite resistant to dirt. After all, people's bodies are completely different from flesh and blood, and they don't have any dirty habits. Of course, there are quite a few spells in the Old Dominator's system that can flesh and blood stone, wood, metal, soil, and so on. It's just that considering the consumption and harvest of spell casting, Zhao Kun gambled that the elemental gods of this world were not polluted by filth.

That's exactly what happened, although they were hunted down and killed every time, but that was after the spell was formed and the fluctuations were emanated. Zhao Kun can be said to be a portal opened under the noses of several gods who are the world's leading in combat power.

And the effect is really good.

When Zhao Kun made a big detour to return to the area controlled by the Witch Kings—they had only conquered a small principality—several followers of the Elemental God had already had their brains out of their heads. After all, if you are not careful to be teleported to the door of the only hostile sect or the elemental realm controlled by the hostile gods, it is difficult for things to develop on the peaceful side.

What's more, for gods like the four elemental gods, who were formed very early, the power of faith did not have a particularly great effect on them. After they have been fired, they usually don't think about the life or death of their believers like most gods who value the amount of faith power they harvest.

In addition, although this relatively withdrawn god is a powerful divine power, it is indeed not good in terms of magical attainments......

No sooner had the Faceless entered the Witch King's area of control than he witnessed several suffocating monsters from the Anemo Realm, an invisible mass of air that famously annihilated a small village by suffocating its victims.

This is by no means a monster that can be found in areas ruled by the Witch King.

Zhao Kun only needed to take a look, and he found the space-time passage that appeared near the village - ha, presumably it was the wrong way of closing some people and gods that caused the expansion of the teleportation area.

The Faceless sneered and continued to sneak towards the portal linking the planets of Torel and Asta.

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The riots in the Four Elemental Realms were just a small appetizer. The feast that Zhao Kun prepared for them has not yet been served. He always prepared for the worst when he didn't know how many defiled creatures and gods there were—he could only be sure that some were not.

This is not a dinner party, it is not an essay, it is not a painting and embroidery, it cannot be so elegant, so calm, and polite. So gentle and frugal. Then be ready for an insurrection, ready for a class to violently overthrow a class.

Let the Great Red Commander destroy this old world!

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Life is more exciting than drama.

When Wu Lei appeared at the door of a well-known building in Xijing, he felt that he was almost crazy.

Two days ago, he stepped on a train to Xijing...... Hard seat, sat for almost a day.

The hard seat is indeed hard, and the butt hurts. At one point, he began to wonder about his purpose - why did I suddenly have such crazy thoughts? As a "ball rape" who has been chosen by aliens, Wu Lei can't remember how long ago he had a crazy idea and put it into practice.

Although the alien adults are becoming more and more elusive, Wu Lei has gone far enough on the road of villains, and it is already trivial to experiment on humans or something. He has even created seven or eight time-travelers, some of whom can travel back and forth between the present and the world of decades ago, thus drastically changing the current world.

It seemed to be a dream, and he had a reason to go to Xijing to do it.

Is it stimulated? Wu Lei vetoed this view. At this moment, what he was experiencing and doing, it seemed that he had already had a deep impression in his brain, and the strange familiarity was terrifying.

He could feel his mind getting more and more blurred, and he had a dream that he couldn't remember at all...... It seemed to be closing in on him.

"My head hurts...... "This is wrong, Wu Lei, who silently lined up to pay homage to the great man, didn't know how much time had passed, and his memory was getting more and more confused.

"What the hell is going on, I'm a new human who has been modified!" The long-lost fear exploded in his heart in an instant, and Wu Lei frantically called out to the alien with a name similar to the RB small movie number in his heart, but there was no response without surprise.

He could only adjust his breathing. With what he has learned, breathing rate and breathing amplitude have a very large impact on thinking. The right way of breathing can quickly get out of a state of tension and be able to think calmly and rationally.

But......

He found a couple of special humans, no, no, there were a dozen of them. The fluctuations in the lives of these people were not normal—he didn't know that they were all pawns that the Faceless Man had set up in this world back then, and that they were the same beings as him.

How many people are there on Planet Asta? How many people are there in the world of Torrell? If this world can also rely on faith to become a god, the existence that lies in the crystal coffin as Wu Lei's target can kill the god of Torel in seconds with one move, right? Of course, this person certainly does not want to exist as a god.

Not only that, if these spiritual powers can be harnessed, Torel can be turned into a materialistic world in minutes, and then those bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods will only be defeated.

Zhao Kun actually wanted to see the development of the Torreel world, which was ruled by the gods harshly, after it became a materialist world. Now Torrell, the rule of the gods is unshakable, from technology to institutions, frozen in a moment similar to the Dark Middle Ages when the monarchy was divinely granted. Mortals are only ruled by the gods, and their use is nothing more than to provide the power of faith. But they are not as good as the pigs on the pig farm.

If the Faceless were gods, they would at least be raised as pigs, as the amount of faith collected is closely related to the number of heads.

Pity......

Even the so-called good gods on this planet can't do this, and their followers still live countless times worse than pigs. What's more, the teachings of the church and the gods of the good camp only apply to their own people, and when they encounter other gods, they shrink back, and they all preside over the domineering practices in the name of justice. That kind of hypocrisy, in the end, that's all there is to it.

Hmph, it's time.

In an instant, the confusion on the faces of these Zhao Kun's chess pieces disappeared, and they all looked different, but they shared pious eyes and resolute expressions, revealing a firm belief that was difficult for ordinary people to inspire.

It is not difficult to teleport a crystal coffin, even if it is a crystal coffin that is closely guarded, but what Zhao Kun needs is a red commander who can change the world, not the corpse of an old man. Therefore, they need to take it away with that huge spiritual power, and maintain the spiritual transmission channel similar to the power of faith.

It takes a ritual, it takes a sacrifice. In order to get the big killer like the Crimson Commander, Zhao Kun didn't mind sacrificing most, if not all, of them.

"A guide to all who are oppressed, insulted, and harmed." The chess pieces began to mumble to themselves, reciting tones at a frequency that others could not quite understand. "He leads us barefoot to the thorny way, trampling under his feet bloody mercy and foolish wisdom. Hand in hand we go to the thorny way, to destroy hell, to destroy heaven, to destroy the world, to destroy ourselves......"

"We meet in the Tao to sing, singing of the never-ending pace and struggle, of the aging and death that will eventually be faced, until the tomb fills the thorny road, until the flowers bury the tomb, until the children can also go barefoot in the Tao, and sing the thorns of legend, the nameless tomb and the fragrance of the wind at this moment."

"Under the clear blue sky, in the center of the blood-red castle tower hung a portrait of him smiling, many couples took pictures in front of him, many warriors saluted him, the steel beast drove in front of him, bowed to him, and the monarchs of the eight directions gathered here to worship in front of him......"

"But the true ruler of the Imperial Capital Crystal Throne—the guardian of chaos of time and space, contradiction and integration, order and chaos, progress and conservatism, audacity and prudence—can never return to this world. Back to the fallen empire founded by him and his companions, which is now thriving but has turned its back on its ideals. ”

"He wants to go to another world to be king, he destroys an old world in his dance, brings a new world, fate will bring him to the top, but let him die in desolation, most of his comrades who fought with him died before him, all the creatures he saved during his life will also be enslaved after death, but the hope of destruction and rebirth will always be with his name. In every lifetime, the untouchables who cannot survive will shout his name and fight under the blood-stained banner to turn the world into a new ......"

An abnormal light danced over a dozen people.

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"Welcome, Great Commander." Zhao Kun's gaze crossed the distant time and space, "Such a big sacrifice is worth it." Here you will complete the Awakening Ritual and then bring a new millennium to Torreel. ”

The Faceless Man burst into a maniacal laugh.

"A burning expedition, Torel is the first world. A ghost, a red ghost has hovered the planet Asta. Soon, all of Torrell's forces—wedges and mages, heroes and villains, upper and lower realms—will form a holy alliance to exorcise this ghost...... But all this is in vain: Mozedonrik, the lord of the realm of dead magic and the commander of millions of Crimson Guards, will crush the old order with hammers and scythes to shape a new main material realm, the tower will be burned, the temple will be demolished, the apprentices will tremble under the **** iron fist, and the priests will be sent to the pigsty and cowshed. ”

"The world around you is all yours, what if you've been running it for a long time? Not even the weaker Old Dominators could stop the Red Commander, let alone you? The Faceling's face showed a look of control, "I'm not going to be the head designer of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, I just need to leave." I know I'm part of being wiped out, but the Commander sweeps everything and liberates the people, and all I want is to leave. ”

An avatar appeared near the crystal coffin in the void, but the Faceless avatar didn't do anything yet, and a little golden-red spark fell on top of his avatar. The flames that could not be extinguished by any magic and Dao techniques swelled up in a few breaths, incinerating Zhao Kun's avatar to ashes.

The Faceless One didn't show any irritation, "That's right, it's this power, and when you wake up, the twilight of the gods will come." ”

With that, he threw the huge stone tablet in his hand engraved with dense lingua franca script towards the planet Torreel. The slate under the protection of the magic moved rapidly, and only the last few lines could be faintly seen: Proletarians of the world, unite.

"A new turbulent year, begins!" (To be continued.) )