Avos's expression didn't change in any way because of Roses' reaction, he was still looking at Roseos calmly, or rather, he wasn't looking at anyone.

"If you have already accepted the protection of other gods, how can you be trapped here by us using such means?" He looked down at the human who had been kneeling on the ground with his head bowed since just now, as if in awe, "If you already belong to that 'god' in soul, then the rules here naturally don't apply to you. But as it stands...... You're just using some means to avoid punishment by the rules, not that you won't be punished. ”

Roseos gave a wry smile.

"Do you want to trick me, Avos?" He grinned ugly, "This level of trick to get from me what I also perfectly hid in front of Olosa?" ”

The corners of Avos's mouth twitched, and the mockery contained in it made Roseos's anger burn little by little, but he could only forcibly hold back.

"Of course, none of us will despise your ability to disguise. Being able to disguise yourself is not something that every god can do. ”

His remark elicited three different reactions. Valuto raised an eyebrow, and although he didn't quite know what Avos was talking about, out of trust in Avos, he stood by and watched the events unfold for a long time; Rossos is naturally the intersection of anger and some complex emotions that are inexplicable; The rest of the human seemed to freeze his entire body.

“…… Absurd. It took a moment for Roseos to break free from his emotions and regain his gloomy face, "Do you think you can do anything by saying that?" I've already said it once, Avos, I didn't expect that just after a thousand years, your physical abilities have degraded to this extent. Then I might as well say again, that in your capacity as a created deity, your denial has no effect on that person. ”

"Of course, if it were a god on the same level as Olosa, needless to say whether it would be effective or not, I would not be arrogant enough to say anything about them." Avos said flatly, "It's just ......"

The white-haired deity shook his head slightly, and when he spoke again, the subject changed direction.

"This level of divine power can't trap you, and you're just trying to delay your plan to take effect by staying here so honestly."

Rossos narrowed his eyes, and the inky blue eyes became more and more intense in the reflection of the green light.

"Worthy of Avos, one of the original gods." Rossos smirked hypocritically, "Even my arrangement is clear, but so what? ”

Valuto stepped forward quietly, his notebook of human life and death floating beside him, emitting a little silver-gray light.

"Scatter your godhead, use the aura contaminated by getting along with the goddess for thousands of years to trick the creatures on this continent who don't yet have wisdom into carrying your godhead, as long as any of them can break through the barrier to the Demon King Continent, you can get life." Valuto lightly tapped at the book that automatically turned the pages in the air, "That's a good way, it seems that you got some information about Olotha from those humans, and then got some inspiration." ”

"Even if they don't make it through the barrier now, as long as one of them is still alive, tomorrow our strength will be weakened and the defenses we made on the barrier line will fail, and we will be able to go to another continent."

Avos added to Valuto's statement indifferently, and then looked at Roseos with a look that looked at something interesting.

"You yourself have been badly wounded, and the scattered godheads will naturally have no obvious aura, and can easily be overshadowed by the aura of living beings, whose own vitality makes them unrestricted by magic. And then you are here pretending that you have no resistance to stall for time, to keep our attention on you, to let our guard on those creatures relax. ”

Still, Avos didn't seem to be in a hurry, as if he had just traveled back in time a thousand years ago to discuss magical theories with other gods.

"Even if we find out about your arrangement as we do now, you won't really be in a hurry. Because you still have your own backhand. ”

Rossos raised his eyebrows, and the gloomy expression on his face faded little by little, until at last it changed into the seemingly polite smile he had always maintained.

"Every time, I feel that Avos and Imoriela are worthy of being the first gods created by Olosa." Rossos's voice was full of praise - whether it was sincere or hypocritical, "No matter what kind of layout, no matter what kind of thinking, it will never escape your eyes." Sure enough, as the agent of Olosa, everything in this world will be open to you. ”

Seeing Rossos' current performance, Avos finally really saw him in his eyes.

"Finally stop pretending." Although he no longer ignored Rossos, there was still a faint disgust in his voice, "Although this face full of jealousy is also ugly, it is better than the pretending to be timid. ”

Rossos narrowed his inky blue eyes slightly, and looked at Avos without timidity.

"How can we, weak gods who have lost the meaning of existence and who have no great talents, not have a feeling of admiration for you gods who can always carry out the original mission?"

"It sounds like you still have a crush on Olosa." A mocking smile tugged at the corners of Avos's mouth, "According to you, you have taken refuge in other gods...... How can you look down on us guys? ”

This sentence is like a knife as thin as paper, but sharp, gently and skillfully and without resistance, and it takes a little time to make people feel pain.

"You ——!"

Rossos's face distorted for a moment, and judging by the bulging muscles on his face, he must be clenching his teeth.

"Since you don't want to pretend to be here with me anymore, how about standing up properly?" Avos said lightly, "It's just this level of magic, even if you're still injured, we can control you when you're not prepared in the first place, and you should have broken it for so long." ”

Rossos snorted, and he easily stood up from the ground, and the green vines that had bound him quickly withered as if they had lost their lives, breaking into pieces and falling from his body as he moved. In mid-air they were reduced to ashes and blown away by the wind.

"I've always hated your faces." Rossos patted the non-existent dust on his body and looked directly at Avos, "This kind of face that seems to know everything, can see through everything, and everything is under your control." ”

Avos raised an eyebrow, he didn't rush to speak, as if he was still waiting for Roseos to continue.

"Do you like the farce of the millennium?" The inky blue eyes were only a slit because of the smiling squint, but that didn't stop the endless coldness in those eyes, "From the very beginning, your high-minded and pitying gaze made me uncomfortable. I thought, what can I do to do something that you didn't expect? ”

Rossos's blonde hair shimmered with an eerie glow in the light of the sun and the green light around him, and he spread his arms happily, as if he had simply broken the jar because his plan had been known to the other party, and spun in circles very easily.

"You don't have the power of foreknowledge - ah, I'm sorry, I forgot that the god of foreknowledge is only one of the possibilities for divining the fate of mankind, and is really incompetent - but you can always find clues to all kinds of things going on in this world in the magical factors of Olotha. I thought about it, and finally found that only things related to Olotha would not be discovered by you. ”

Rossos stopped beside the human, smiling uncomfortably at Avos and Valuto.

"If you think about it this way, if you were to play a little prank, it would not have been effective, and perhaps you would have that disgusting tolerance on your face, as if you were in such a noble position as you disdained to deal with such a little god as we were. You must be made angry, you must be made aware of the pain of being misunderstood but not able to speak, being betrayed but having nowhere to vent. ”

Avos looked indifferently at Roseos, whose smile was distorted, and sighed inwardly. Imoriela was able to know what Roses was saying and doing through the magic of life, and presumably his kind goddess was finally able to let go of the last trace of her resentment for her former companion because of Roses's words.

He had long said that Rossos had gone irreparably wrong from the depths of his soul - but Imoriela was trying to find another way.

If Orotha was still around, he might still have a way to create them, but unfortunately, the creator god was severely damaged by Rossos himself and scattered across the continent, and he has not even found the most crucial key to recovery.

Thinking of this, a trace of annoyance floated in Avos's heart. He also wanted to get their creator god back as soon as possible, so that the two continents could resume normal exchanges.

He loses interest in role-playing games with Roses, and it is enough that his Imorila no longer feels bad about executing his former companions.

"You're nothing more than a selfish bastard for the millennia of chaos that has caused countless lives for the sake of this vendetta." Avos took a light step forward, but the air almost solidified into a substance with his step, squeezing Rossos's body, "I still think that I have found other creator gods and have other backers." Maybe you haven't had enough of the tricks of fooling yourself, but I'm tired of watching it. ”

Avos stretched out his arm in the direction of the human, and the human, bound by the vines, was suspended in mid-air, his face struggling with pain.

"How about seeing the evidence for yourself?" A cold chill rolled in Avos's dark eyes, "Look at the aura of this human you see as the agent of the 'other gods', whose breath is entrenched in him. ”