The Taslofe Valley is still lush and green, but walking along the road among the trees, you can clearly feel the unusual atmosphere.

The air is not as moist and fresh as it should be in a dense forest, but rather dry to the point that it makes your skin a little itchy. Another breeze blew, and Avos thoughtfully reached out to touch the seemingly mischievous winds, unsurprisingly discovering that they contained a dead air.

Looking up at the sky again, although humans couldn't see any difference, Avos could see that the valley was shrouded in a layer of almost miasma. It wasn't the poisonous gas that would come in a swampy jungle, but the effect of too much divine power on the valley.

After all, this continent is also a place of human life, and under normal circumstances, if the gods want to live here, they need to find a shell similar to that of humans, and restrain their breath and strength, otherwise it will bring serious erosion to this continent.

The gods of the Demon King Continent were able to inhabit this space with their original bodies because of the existence of the Demon King Palace. Humans generally know that the Demon King's Palace plays the role of a god's relics, communicating the power of the two worlds for the gods, but only they know that the Demon King's Palace is also a palace built to control the gods' divine power from leaking into this space.

Valuto has been sealed in the ruins for thousands of years, and the divine power on his body is scattered and separated, and it will not affect the continent during the short journey back to the Demon King's Palace. And he recovered his body in the Demon King Palace with the help of the divine power gathered in the Demon King Palace, and the restraint of the Demon King Palace's restraint of divine power also left a certain mark in his body, otherwise he would not be able to easily get out of the Demon King Palace.

When he finally walked out of the scope of the Demon King's Palace, his ability to control the soul quickly returned to his hands. He no longer needed to rely on the assistance of the Demon King's Palace, and he was able to control his divine power freely.

When he passed through the twofold barrier, he felt the subtle imbalance of the Goddess Continent. After coming to the Taslofe Valley, this strange feeling became even more obvious.

I think that the goddess who has lost her mind will no longer restrain her divine power, and if she continues like this, it will not take twenty years for the goddess continent to enter the precursor of destruction.

Although the world established by the creator god will not be destroyed so easily, now that the whereabouts of the creator god are unknown, if the continent begins to collapse, no god can truly repair the continent.

Avos sighed softly, shook his head in seeming pity, and continued nonchalantly toward the lake in the middle of the valley. He glanced casually at the woods beside him, a vague smile on his lips.

The closer you get to the lake, the more verdant the surroundings look. The abundant divine power nourishes the vitality of the plants and allows them to grow luxuriantly. But this is only overdrawing their future lifespan, not the right way to normal growth.

Like this continent, they will quickly annihilate to the ashes after the most brilliant moment of bloom.

The tranquil surface of the lake reflects the beautiful brilliance of the trees, and the mercenaries used to do something here, but this is no longer the scene they reported back that should have been destroyed, or rather, there is hardly any trace of the ravages that have been raged here.

Avos strolled to the edge of the lake, gazing at it with a calm face. His Imorylla was attacked by Rossos here, and it made him very angry.

Rossos is guilty of unforgivable crimes, whether it is murdering the creator god, stirring up conflicts between him and Imoriella, trapping Valuto, and ambushing Imorira...... None of these things should be done by any god.

"Whenever I watch it, I can't help but sigh at your relationship with Imoryla." A male voice chuckled from behind him, "Although I can't understand your slimy and useless 'love' every time. If it weren't for this, with your shrewdness and reason, how could you have been so easily succeeded by me. ”

"I don't expect you to understand." Avos didn't change his expression, still staring at the lake, "If you could understand, you wouldn't do such a thing." ”

"I don't want to understand, it's good now."

Rossos's face appeared beside Avos, looking at himself in the lake with a relaxed expression.

"Look, isn't that good?" He happily said, "We don't need the creator God to bind us, we gods are free to do everything." The existence of human beings is indeed interesting, but it does not have the significance of reservations. If we are interested in human beings, stay. If we are interested in dragons, we will recreate them. All of this is ours, and there is no need to follow the rules of the creator God anymore. ”

Avos sneered, and even though he didn't say anything, Rossos understood what he was trying to say.

"I'm so sorry, Avos." Roseos said hypocritically, "Obviously, as long as you can think about it, we can control the world...... Imorella will also be able to return safely to your arms. ”

The blonde-haired god suddenly withdrew from Avos's side, and he stared at the white-haired god who was silently attacking directly, and his inky blue eyes revealed a fierce murderous aura.

"Take control of the world with you?" Avos scoffed, "Nonsense. Not to mention that I have no interest in the world, and in order to ensure that I can cooperate with you, you will still control Imoriella, and if we have no room to use it, you will kill us outright - who will believe your nonsense now? Roseos. ”

"I'm disappointed, Avos." There was a hint of anger burning in Roses' eyes, "I sincerely want to invite you and Imorila, you are the second deity after the creator god, are you willing to be obedient forever and forever to the god who has created everything and then has done nothing?" As for the question you mentioned, of course, I would also need security guarantees. If I can't control you, you're going to kill me. I'm not a god good at fighting, and I can't guarantee my safety if I go to war with you. ”

"Then there's not much to say." Avos walked slowly towards Rossos, his hands still behind his back, "No matter how nice it sounds, you can't get rid of the fact that you want to take advantage of us. If you really have no intention of being an enemy of us, you will not use such a lowly method. If you are not convinced by the creator God, then point out His faults to his face in a dignified manner. If you want to win us over, you should explain the pros and cons directly, not provoke my feelings with Imoriella. ”

The white-haired deity stood in front of Roseos, looking down at him condescendingly.

"It's all just your excuse. If you didn't have anything else in mind, you wouldn't have run the organization called 'Roses' for this millennium, you wouldn't have tried to sow discord on this continent, and you wouldn't have provoked a war between me and Imorira. Working with a god like you—I'm afraid I won't choose it if I lose my mind. I'd better cooperate with those humans than you, at least, they can help me, and they don't try to trap me. ”

There was a hint of fierceness in Rossos's eyes, and the precautionary Avos stepped back and dodged the dagger he swung.

"Weapons that can cause damage to the gods, you really took great pains to deal with us." Avos turned around and stepped forward, slamming Roses in the abdomen, "Seeking cooperation with the intention of killing us - hypocrisy is so hypocritical that you want to vomit." ”

The blonde god staggered back a few steps, he covered his mouth and coughed violently. A shadow fell on the ground in front of him, and he looked up at the undisguised viciousness in Avos's eyes.

"You've bullied my son before." Avos said indifferently, "This punch is just the beginning, Rossos. If you are not good at fighting, you are not good at fighting - you don't have the soul to fight, you can't rely on intrigue and trickery. ”

Rossos stared at him steadily, and after a moment, a strange grin formed at the corner of his mouth.

"That's right, I'm just going to rely on intrigues, and what you disdain is also the reason for your failure."

"Then there's not much to say." Avos walked slowly towards Rossos, his hands still behind his back, "No matter how nice it sounds, you can't get rid of the fact that you want to take advantage of us. If you really have no intention of being an enemy of us, you will not use such a lowly method. If you are not convinced by the creator God, then point out His faults to his face in a dignified manner. If you want to win us over, you should explain the pros and cons directly, not provoke my feelings with Imoriella. ”

The white-haired deity stood in front of Roseos, looking down at him condescendingly.

"It's all just your excuse. If you didn't have anything else in mind, you wouldn't have run the organization called 'Roses' for this millennium, you wouldn't have tried to sow discord on this continent, and you wouldn't have provoked a war between me and Imorira. Working with a god like you—I'm afraid I won't choose it if I lose my mind. I'd better cooperate with those humans than you, at least, they can help me, and they don't try to trap me. ”

There was a hint of fierceness in Rossos's eyes, and the precautionary Avos stepped back and dodged the dagger he swung.

"Weapons that can cause damage to the gods, you really took great pains to deal with us." Avos turned around and stepped forward, slamming Roses in the abdomen, "Seeking cooperation with the intention of killing us - hypocrisy is so hypocritical that you want to vomit." ”

The blonde god staggered back a few steps, he covered his mouth and coughed violently. A shadow fell on the ground in front of him, and he looked up at the undisguised viciousness in Avos's eyes.

"You've bullied my son before." Avos said indifferently, "This punch is just the beginning, Rossos. If you are not good at fighting, you are not good at fighting - you don't have the soul to fight, you can't rely on intrigue and trickery. ”

Rossos stared at him steadily, and after a moment, a strange grin formed at the corner of his mouth.

"That's right, I'm just going to rely on intrigues, and what you disdain is also the reason for your failure."