In this opera house called "Northern Regions", the curtain on the stage has been slowly opened. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the mortals sat down in the audience, the final feast was about to begin!

The dying scourge waved the baton in its hand, and the unwilling dead turned their pathos into extreme madness.

Several high-ranking powerhouses immediately noticed that something was wrong, because after the Scourge roared, it suddenly stretched out all its tentacles and spread out towards the entire Northern Regions. The dead creatures closest to the natural disaster had already pounced on the guards who had lowered their guards, and in an instant, they had buried the few people closest to them.

The thick death aura spread at this moment, and Khan Parks and the others still didn't know that this was the last counterattack before the death of the natural disaster.

They tried to stop it, but the dead no longer allowed humans to touch their "gods". Knowing that they were going to die, they built a high wall in front of everyone, and gathered into a torrent that scattered several of them. And the street turned its direction at this moment, keeping the world away from the natural calamity, so that its owner could complete the final madness.

"Damn. ”

Seeing these countless tentacles spreading in all directions of the Northern Regions, Ian couldn't help but cry out with hatred. But at this moment, he really has no other way. And Khan Parks and the others, who he had high hopes for in the distance, were obviously entangled by the dead things and were too busy to take care of themselves.

A loud sonic boom came from overhead, and Ian, knowing that something was wrong, quickly jumped sideways, trying to dodge the tentacles that fell from above.

However, even though he had completely avoided the attack, the huge waves of qi and fragments that erupted from the tentacles as they fell still threw his small existence flying.

The entire neighborhood had been turned into powder under this blow, and Ian, who had managed to stabilize his figure, couldn't help but feel a trace of despair in his heart. Although he has exceeded the ordinary much, but in the face of natural disasters, even if it is a natural disaster with only one minute of life left, he is just a powerless mortal after all, not to mention saving others, even his own life is just fluctuating in this wind and rain, and he may easily die at any time.

The beings of the Northern Regions fell into the abyss of despair again after ecstasy. But this time there was no one to save them again.

The end of eternal sleep for the living and the dead seems to be doomed at this moment.

However, when all beings fell to the bottom of despair, time seemed to come to a standstill in an instant, and the originally bright sky was shrouded in a deep night, as if some great being had descended from the clouds at this moment and brought His kingdom of God to the world.

"What is this?"

The beings of Asavien raised their heads and asked such questions in their hearts. It's only afternoon, but why is the whole world covered in night without warning?

Then they saw a black figure in the white full moon.

The figure stood above the clouds of the North, dressed in a coat as dark as the night and wearing a hood that prevented the world from seeing His face. And under the moonlight, behind the figure, a black wheel of light between the unreal and the real rotated slowly and endlessly, like an eternal Kalachakra, as if to reveal his transcendent identity.

A glimmer of enlightenment rose in the hearts of all beings. It was this figure who brought the night, covered the firmament, and turned the day into night.

In the Eastern Regions, the Holy White City, a crimson figure in the Red Lotus Hall looked at the sky dome that suddenly turned into black night and let out a wild laugh.

In the Southern Regions, in a mansion in the imperial capital of Arig, a middle-aged man with silver hair and pale eyes showed a look of joy after being slightly stunned.

In the Sanctuary, on the Oracle Island outside the mainland, in the Dawn Temple, an old man in a white robe with a white beard looked at the north with complicated eyes.

They knew that at this moment, a fourth person in the world had appeared as their equal.

At this moment, the eyes of the beings in the Northern Regions seemed to see the picture of myths and legends. The terrifying and crazy Demon King wreaks havoc on the land, killing countless living beings. And when beings were in despair and praying to the heavens, a deity answered their prayers and descended on the clouds.

"Phil?"

Ian felt a little incredulous, for the figure in the clouds seemed both familiar and alien to him.

Phil had told him that she was just a mortal herself. However, although Ian didn't know what the mysterious black light wheel behind her, as if it carried majestic power, what it meant, and what it meant?

But he knew that the height at which she stood in front of him was by no means within the reach of so-called mortals.

Not far away, Khan Parkes, who was almost buried by the dead, looked at the figure above the clouds, revealing a complicated expression.

Because he knows.

He knew what this light wheel meant, and what did he know that figure above the clouds meant?

Just as natural disasters are beyond the norm of demons, there are also beings beyond the definition of the world.

For these beings who can overwhelm the celestial phenomena with their own mental images, the world calls them "supreme".

And the mysterious wheel of light, which rotates in the wheel of eternity and contains a magnificent mental image, is the greatest symbol of these existences.

With unparalleled admiration and reverence, the Superior sat on their knees, looked up at the sky, and said the true name of the beings for the Light Chakra.

"That's ...... Divine Wheel!"

......

At this moment, the gods of Si Ye lowered their gaze from the clouds. She frowned slightly, as if the carnival played out by the natural disaster and the dead was just an unsightly farce.

She stretched out her hand, tore a curtain of night from the sky, and poured it towards the center of the stage of the opera house. At the same time, in the hearts of all beings in the Northern Regions, a voice sounded at the same time that could not distinguish between light and heavy, male and female, and elder and young.

The sentient beings heard the divine decree and looked up at the location of the natural disaster. They saw the night falling, as if it were a canopy on the stage of an opera house, slowly falling, obscuring the colossal figure of the natural calamity, making it gradually disappear from the eyes of all beings.

The Scourge has descended into madness in this seemingly stagnant world, knowing that when the curtain falls, it will be erased forever.

The dead creatures roared unwillingly under the eternal night, knowing that when the curtain fell, their opera would come to an end.

They are unwilling, they are reluctant.

This is their stage, their feast. Today, they should be the most dazzling protagonists in the center of the stage!

However, no matter how wonderful the opera is, there will always be an end, and no matter how dazzling the protagonist is, he will eventually walk off the stage.

The curtain of the end has fallen, and no matter how bright and brilliant it is, it is destined to be hidden behind the deepest curtain and dissipate before the eyes of the world.

For the gods standing in the clouds have already given her will, which is the voice that sounds from the bottom of the hearts of all beings.

The voice announced the end of the opera......

"Let's end it—"