Escorted by Figilio, they embark on a journey back. I don't know if it's because of Figilio's presence, whether it's the people of Rossos or Roses's trap magic, etc., all of them have disappeared, and no living or non-living creatures have tried to attack them anymore.

But Figilio didn't seem to take it lightly, or rather, his expression was a little solemn. Under his attitude, others did not dare to relax their vigilance easily, and everyone cautiously walked their own steps in case of accidents that would arise at any time.

They walked on a trail lined with dense woods, and even the top of their heads was covered with interlaced branches. Although the sun is mostly blocked by the lush foliage, and only a few rays of light hit the ground to form spots of light, the trail is still filled with sultry air, and there is not the slightest sense of coolness.

This trail was not one of the routes they knew, and if it weren't for Figilio standing on this trail with them, no one would have discovered that there was still a path to walk here.

"This is a passage for the gods." Figilio said absent-mindedly, "While most people think of the gods as they don't need to walk, we can use magic to shift places, and we can float in the sky – in reality, the gods prefer to walk like humans unless necessary. ”

He kicked away a stone in the path and carefully observed the trees to the left and right.

"The life of the gods thousands of years ago was very boring, and if you ask Uncle Valuto, you'll know that I'm not lying." Gradually, he slowed down, "But the fact that humans with extremely short lifespans are able to live a good life is puzzling to some of the gods. The tolerant creator god allows the gods to come to the continent where humans live to experience human life, but for the sake of the normal order of mankind, the gods cannot casually use divine power to break the conventional laws. ”

Figilio suddenly stood still, one hand stopping the people behind him, the other hand stretched forward, and some invisible energy gradually gathered in his palms facing the sky.

"In fact, to put it simply, as long as the gods do not affect human life, are not seen by humans, or are facing other gods, they can freely use their divine powers, and they do not belong to the category that the creator god does not allow."

He slammed the energy ball in his hand forward, and at a distance of about fifty meters from them, the energy ball exploded as if it had hit something. Centered on the place where the energy ball hit, a circle of ripples rippled vertically in the air.

A black wall gradually revealed into the air, and after the concussion caused by the energy ball ended, the wall gradually faded to both sides.

"The power of the gods is really huge." Deparry's voice came from behind the dust that had not yet settled, "If it weren't for the limitations of the Creation God, you could crush a human with just one finger." ”

Figilio didn't reply, he looked at the person in front of him indifferently, his face was unusually serious and fierce.

"Have you found your master?" Figilio asked in a low voice, "I felt that disgusting breath from you. ”

As the dust was swept into the depths of the woods by the breeze, Deparry's triumphant face was clearly visible to them. The black-haired man tossed a black cloth bag up and down in his hand, and a disgusting haughty smile hung on his face.

"'Disgusting'? That's not good, Figilio-sama. Depari used the honorific title at Figilio in a mocking tone, "That lord is your father's colleague, that is, your elder, and you should not use such disrespect." ”

Figilio let out a sneer as he flung a gray ball of light from his hand and struck Deparry. Depari unhurriedly lifted the cloth bag in his hand, and a brown magic circle spread out in front of him that was large enough to envelop his entire body. The ball of light collided violently with the magic array, and finally disappeared into thin air.

"Elders? I don't think my father would approve of me as an 'elder'. Figilio snorted disdainfully, "Not to mention all the speculations that have no evidence, he has not put himself in a friendly position by virtue of his ill will towards Uncle Valutto. ”

Depari shook his head as if regretfully, and a magic array as red as blood suddenly unfolded in front of him, firing countless magical beams in the direction of Kyild and the others. However, the seemingly massive attack was scattered in the air by Figilio with a slight wave of his hand, losing all of its attack power.

"Lord Rossos must be very sad about this." "He loved the gods of the afterlife, and he was also very happy that the demon king and goddess could have a descendant. ”

"I deeply doubt it." Figilio replied with a blank face, "He's happy? Maybe it's because you have one more object to kill? ”

In just a few conversations, one man and one god have been quickly fighting for a few rounds. Depari himself does not have the ability to fight the gods, and his ability to compete with Figilio is obviously based on that little black cloth bag. After exchanging glances with his companions, Kyild stared at the key object together, wondering whether they could find a way to change the current impasse.

Figilio didn't use his full strength, and they believed that Depari hadn't used the full power of the cloth bag either. Although most of the gods on the Demon King Continent have lived on the Demon King Continent for thousands of years, this does not mean that this continent has the ability to carry a large amount of divine power.

Only the creator god has the power to transform different planes, and the other gods can only use their own breath to affect their own living areas. If a god wanted to use all his strength on this continent, it would lead to the collapse of this continent - which is why the demon king would struggle to resist the goddess's attacks back then, and the injuries on his body were only one aspect.

Maybe that cloth bag doesn't bring power compared to a true deity, but it's enough to create a catastrophe here that will involve and destroy everyone present.

Depari doesn't care about the deaths of others, but he doesn't get mad enough to care about his own life and death, Figilio is the opposite, he doesn't care, or he is more than happy to send Depari to the death list, but he needs to think about the lives of the six humans behind him.

However, this difficulty does not seem to be a big deal for Figilio. He only pondered for a moment in the back and forth of magic before waving his hand, and an earthy yellow shroud completely protected the six humans from death. Figilio took a leisurely step, his arms naturally outstretched, and a white point of light appeared high in the air above him. The lines representing magic extend little by little from the points of light, intertwining and merging with each other, and finally forming a giant magic array that exudes powerful coercion.

"I don't think it's a good choice for you to wag your tail and beg for mercy from your master." Figilio smiled insolently, "Because of it, the existence of divine power, I can attack you who hold divine power without violating the rules." This cause and effect is based on the fact that my attack is directed at you who are now 'attacking me with divine powers', and only if you abandon it after this blow will you be able to escape from my subsequent attacks. Before this blow, you don't have any loopholes to exploit that could cause my attack to break the rules. Its attacks take a while to charge, do you want to try to escape? ”

The smile on Deparry's face finally disappeared, and he looked at the magic circle that was accumulating power with a grim face, and his feet did not move, it was clear that he had rejected Figilio's seemingly well-intentioned proposal.

"It's the right choice, Deparry." Figilio whispered, "You can't escape this blow. The only thing you can survive is the thing you're holding. But can you really use it? Once you use it, whether it's a return attack or a defense, I can use your actions to establish the cause and effect of the next attack, and it will be a nightmare cycle. ”

Figilio raised his arms in the air, his eyes coldly looking at Deparry, the glow of the magic circle casting a shadow on his face.

"As much as I want to kill you, the right to your death belongs to Limpersa and Biya." Figilio snapped, "I know you have a way to live, and I won't completely block your path to survival, but I won't leave you without even a little bit of suffering—that's the pain you've brought her, Depari!" ”

As he spoke, the surface of the magic circle began to emerge with objects that were indistinctly shaped, as if the surface of a pot of boiling water would burst countless bubbles. After a few seconds, it suddenly calmed down, and in a breath, countless white beams of light struck Depari from the magic circle in an elegantly interwoven orbital arc.

The light they brought was so intense that they only had time to see a faint black glimmer of light flash over Deparry's body, and then his figure was completely buried in the white light.

The air around her seemed to start to distort, and Bianko, who was in the hood, subconsciously leaned her hand on the inner wall to see what was going on outside, but she was quickly pulled back by Kuild. Under the man's condemning gaze, the girl shrank her head. But that didn't dampen her curiosity, but she turned into leaning into Kyird's arms and observing the changes in the outside world.

Figilio thoughtfully enclosed the ground beneath their feet in the protective layer, so they could stand firmly on the ground and watch as the ground outside the shield became dented at a speed visible to the naked eye. The land where Figilio was standing seemed unaffected, and although they could see the impact of the attack from the changes in their natural environment, Figilio didn't even move the corners of his clothes.