The three supreme gods are dying.

They didn't know much about the One True God, nothing other than his power, but in the face of this unequivocal threat, the three Great Gods would never sit idly by.

The Trinity, the god of creation, protection, and destruction, took only a short time to come up with the only solution: to isolate the world.

In fact, the supreme three gods of this universe do not have the ability to destroy the universe.

It involves the deepest nature of the gods, and no one can explain it, not even Shiva himself, who only knows that he cannot destroy the world, but does not know why.

So in order to fight against the god who could really destroy the whole world, they could only use the divine power of the supreme god to reshape this rich and pious land and isolate it from the world.

The first step that needs to be done is to completely destroy this body poison that is still inextricably linked to the world.

At the same time, the blockade must be completed, otherwise the new world will not be able to escape.

Magellan and the Countess, who were outsiders, were the ones that had to be destroyed, and now, in order to survive, they had to stop the three supreme gods.

"You stop Vishnu with magic and I will clean up Shiva. ”

"No," the countess knew how fragile Magellan was now, he was dead, and it was just a miracle to get him back, but miracles don't come twice in a row, "I can stop two gods alone." ”

"Brahma doesn't do nothing. ”

Magellan felt that he had not changed, and although he had lost the pieces of science in his body, his mind came from thinking, his body from exercise, and his weapons from bravery, all of which had not changed in the slightest.

Despite the wounds in his soul and the constant pain, Magellan believed that he could still defeat Shiva.

"You don't know anything about souls," the countess stopped Magellan with a shake of her head, "I can get you out of here before it all begins." ”

"You can't deal with the three Supreme Gods alone. ”

The power of science has left, and in the short time before the destruction of the world, the power of the three supreme gods has lost its suppression and fully recovered, and they must seize this short time.

The countess was not prepared to continue arguing, she was not sure that Magellan's next thought would completely break his broken soul, so the countess was ready to use a magic spell to take them out of here.

But that magic failed.

"It's already started. ”

Magellan watched as the failed magic dissipated, flashes of essence filling the air and then vanishing.

"I can beat the three of them, you're just waiting here and doing nothing. ”

"It's too late. ”

Vishnu's blockade was mostly complete to stop the countess's magic, the power was already very strong and stable, and Shiva's actions did not take much time, he had waited for this day for too long.

Many people believe that Shiva's anger stems from his anxiety about not being able to destroy the world.

"I'm still stronger than you," the countess raised her right hand, a magically constructed cage enveloping Magellan, "if you really want to help, stay here honestly, and don't distract me from this magic." ”

Then the countess rushed out.

Without the brilliant light of the essence rubbing against the divine power, the flowing silver metal on the countess's body diffused, from his cheeks to his fingertips, and almost at the same time, a long beam of silver shot towards Vishnu, who was sitting on the ground.

That attack was blocked.

But strangely enough, it was a sara-tree that was holding the hair in check.

At that moment, the countess's self-confidence was shaken for a moment.

This is the power of Brahma, creation, it is an ordinary tree, he is not like any god, there is no divine power in it, and therefore, it can block the power of the countess.

If it was Brahma himself, he would have been impaled by that long bundle of hair, but the big tree persevered, and although it was also crumbling, it did save Vishnu.

The countess frowned and raised her left hand to block Shiva who suddenly rushed over, the silver metal was still spreading on her, finally covering all the skin, and the countess's eyes were finally replaced by sapphires.

Shiva withdrew his arm and smashed the other weapon down.

It's his dance and no matter what happens, Shiva keeps it perfect.

The Countess raised her arm again, but this time instead of blocking Shiva's attack, she reached out somewhere in the void.

Shiva returned in vain, and although his attack dented the earth beneath the countess's feet, it was blocked by the thin strands of hair.

At the same time, the god of destruction was warned by Brahma.

Just now, Brahma created a vine that was supposed to entangle the countess and make her unable to stop Shiva's weapon, but it didn't appear.

This means a very dangerous possibility.

The power of Brahma can even create a new world, and to be able to prevent such a powerful force from working requires another force that is just as powerful, if not more powerful.

And a mortal with that kind of power is really terrifying.

It was too dangerous a battle, but they had to win, and Vishnu's blockade, though it could trap two mortals, was not yet solid enough to resist Shiva's world-destroying power, and until this blockade was completed, Brahma had to ensure that the dangerous princess could not reach Vishnu.

Shiva turned a blind eye to the warnings, and for him, all dangers that could not destroy themselves were not dangers.

The six-armed giant god used her sheer strength to create a razor-bladed rainstorm that dragged countless threads of silk through the air with the icy reflection of metal, and at the center of this storm was the tiny countess.

But this mortal man was unharmed.

The countess stood in the middle of the cracked and hollow dirt pit, her hair like a myriad of arms, blocking all attacks, and it looked like a metal net that caught all the rain.

In her eyes, Shiva is a complex sketch, and his attack, slow and simple, is like a demonstration of action slowed down countless times.

Those two sapphires are not only the outlet for the dissipation of soul power, but also the eyes that see through the essence of divine power, for the current countess, divine power is just a part of this ordinary world, although it is extraordinary, but it has the same essence as ordinary earth, stone, grass and trees, at a glance.

This is the reason why all attempts by Brahma to help have failed, the power of the god of creation is still divine power after all, and in front of those sapphires, all divine power is an incomparably fragile silk thread, which will break if it is touched lightly.

"It's going to be over soon. ”

The countess looked at the fragile heart of the gray Shiva in front of her and raised her right hand.