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Stepping on the junction of two continents, the god's pure white hair hung quietly at his side. The mutant effects of the barrier on the environment had no effect on the god, not even his hair.

Avos remembers that it used to be quite a beautiful landscape. When he first met Valuto, in order to open his heart to this taciturn deity, he persuaded Valuto to run with him to the continent of human life on the grounds that "it is much more interesting to observe human life for himself than just words".

At first, the other party was naturally unmoved, so he and Imoriela sneaked up on the continent again and again, telling Valuto everything they had seen and heard with their own eyes, and finally brought him here.

The god, who had always been as emotionless as an iceberg, smiled for the first time after truly coming into contact with the presence he had been observing.

Unfortunately, after the war, they struggled to protect humanity and did not have time to take care of this oasis of many memories.

"If you want to restore the ecology here, I'm afraid it will take a lot of time." His best friend silently came to his side, "The barrier that can hold you for thousands of years has not collapsed, and this continent is quite resilient. ”

It didn't matter to them whether Valuto's words were more amused or more blaming. The culprit of the war was Rossos, but it was indeed themselves who failed to detect the anomaly in time. Avos and Imorylla were the first gods created by Olotha, and they were the ones who were most familiar with the world, its powers, its rules, and everything else.

Rossos was created by the creator god at the end of the Dragons' Age, and Olosa wanted him to play a role in overseeing the dragons and guiding them to change themselves. He wasn't good at fighting, but he was taught plenty of magical theories and all the rules of cause and effect.

But unfortunately, at that time, Olosa was an elder and did not have enough experience in disciplining juniors. For the dragons of that time, having indulged their nature and suddenly taking back the rights they had one day would only make them angry, rather than reflect on what they had done.

Olosa pinned on the newborn gods what she had never done, and had great expectations for him. But, rightfully so, Roseos failed.

At that time, Olosa, who was still a long way from maturity, although he did not say anything in front of Roseos, complained in private to Avos and Imorella, who were equivalent to his eldest son and eldest daughter.

It was also the first time he had seen Imorira, who had always been gentle to people, straighten her face, and the black-haired goddess scolded Olosa, and he and Olosa were stunned, and in the end, the flames of war even burned on him, and it was not until he and Olotha honestly admitted their mistakes that Imoriela regained his intellectual and tolerant appearance.

He later learned that Roseos had overheard their conversation and had resented the three gods. Imorylla felt a faint sense of guilt for Rossos because of the hardships of Olosa's strongmen, but he knew very well that Rossos's soul had rotted at the roots—he had violated his reverence for the Father and hated him, believing that the goddess who spoke for him had sympathy because he looked down on him, that all the reproaches he had suffered were "mistakes" that should not have been made, and that he was innocent and that other beings were sinful.

This is not a deity born with a love for the world, and his birth was mixed with mixed feelings for dragons from the beginning by the immature Olosa. If you want to find out why, it is indeed Olosa's fault, so, as his "eldest daughter", Imoriela believes that she has an obligation to clean up the mess for her "father".

And Avos, as the "eldest son", never thought that Roses was really innocent. Olosa, who gradually understood more emotions, always invested more or less emotions in the gods that followed, but no god became a second Rossos, who appeared humble and submissive on the surface, but was paranoid to the point that no one could save him.

It's just that the endless life paralyzes their nerves, and they are always arrogant enough to think that they can do anything, until they are slapped hard by Roseos.

For the sake of their knowledge, he would consider giving Rossos a good time after making him pay for the sins he had committed.

"The surrounding barrier has been erected." Imorylla flapped her black wings and landed lightly beside them, "Morfi, they have also set up a fence, don't worry about ordinary people entering here by mistake." ”

Avos still had a thin impression in his mind that his son had shared with him the human complaints about him in the form of jokes, but he had little interest in those human things.

The reason why he was still able to make a slight impression was because Figilio triumphantly boasted to them that he had deliberately made far more demanding demands on humans than they needed, so that when he took a step back from his embarrassment, those humans would be able to accept their true needs.

Obviously, his foolish son didn't realize that the humans had already seen his trick and were deliberately trying to make him happy.

The barrier was created by the humans only to visually establish the avoidance of the area by the humans, and the barrier of Imorylla was a precaution.

Of course, those humans who belong to Roseos have been contaminated with Roses' breath and are not within the scope of the enchantment's exclusion.

They had no intention of concealing their actions this time, and they were clearly letting those who were watching them know what they wanted to do.

The area bordering the two continents is not small, and the area covered by the barrier is not as far as the eye can see. They were in the weakest part of the barrier at the moment, whether Roses knew they were here and wanted to avoid the edge and choose another weak point, or knew that they were completely prepared and was ready to break through from them, it was all in their plans.

Rossos wanted to go to the Demon King Continent, and in order for him to continue his own plans, Imoriela temporarily changed the rules of the Goddess Continent with the help of the divine power left by Olosa, suppressing the abilities that the gods could exert on this continent. Although they themselves were affected, their gods were more numerous, and secondly, the wounded Roseos could not stand such an environment even more than they did.

The huge rule doesn't work right away, but as gods, they can all feel that this rule will be fully effective after today, and then, even with the help of other gods, Rossos's body will no longer be able to cross the barrier established by Avos and Imoryla.

Unfortunately, the rules only lasted for a month, and none of them were allowed to lead directly to the fall of a god, otherwise it would have been much easier to deal with Rossos.

While Rossos has been able to keep himself unbeaten by the rules for the rest of the month, he will struggle to recover from his injuries and avoid Figilio's search as he has done before. Once Avos and Imorella find his lair, he will surely die, so he can only fight for a chance to go to the Demon King Continent without any restraints.

"It's been going on for too long." Avos gently stroked Imorira's cheek, "It's time to settle it too." ”

The black-haired goddess smiled softly, her hands resting on the back of Avos's hands, and her golden eyes looked at him lovingly.

"We still have many, many things to do." Her melodious voice sounded softly, "The damage done to the continent and the creatures on the continent in the past thousand years, the division caused to our fellow gods, the mutual hostility for so long, and the ......"

"And the vacancy between you and me."

Avos took Imoriella's hand and slowly walked along the barrier that the two of them had set up that had lasted for millennia. Valuto chuckled softly, and with a narrow-looking Figilio looking in the other direction, he checked their setup.

"Although there are few gods who pay attention to the rules of the elders and younger generations of human beings, but with the character of Avos alone, if you joke too harshly, you will inevitably suffer a little guilt." Valuto looked at Figilio as if he were watching a naughty child, "If one day makes Imoriela uncomfortable, then you must be the last to suffer." ”

Figilio grimaced.

"I'm sure my mother won't be defeated by me to this extent." He cheekily said, "Uncle Valutto, you're becoming more and more like an old mother." ”

The silver-haired Grim Reaper raised an eyebrow, and he stood still, watching the sons of his two friends hop forward humming a little tune. He put away his smile, pulled a thick notebook from his bosom, rolled it up slowly, and struck it at the top of Figilio's head.

"Whew!" The short-haired white deity crouched down with his head in his hands, and only after a while did he raise his head and look at Valuto with bared teeth, "Uncle Valuto! You actually hit me with your notebook that records human beings! It's going to die! ”

Valuto patted his notebook with a flat expression and put it away slowly.

"You're the son of Avos and Imoryra, and needless to say, it's just an ordinary book, and even with the weapons used against the gods, you can't easily kill you." Valuto glanced down at him and continued with a calm expression, "However, you're right, I really shouldn't tell you like a child who hasn't grown up. When you suffer too much on your own, you will naturally have a long memory. ”

Figilio stared, but the pain in his head left him unable to think of a way to refute it for a moment.

The silver-haired Grim Reaper ignored Figilio, and he looked up at the sky, his expression chilling.

"Go get them back."

Although Valuto didn't look back, Figilio knew that he was talking to him, so he rubbed his head and stood up without complaint to go to his parents.

His long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and he closed his eyes, and the image of his two best friends who had secretly brought him here to play still vividly in his mind.

Olosa gave him life, and Avos and Imorella gave true meaning to his barren life. He will not allow Rossos to spoil everything about him.

He will protect them.