The Lord of Calamity sows the seeds of plague and death in this land.

This is the first time that the Serpent Clan has been rampantly destroying everything in the world under the gaze of the sun god and the thunder god.

Dysberg, the sun god who was always on the lookout for Skipper, put down the spear in his hand and twisted his head again. However, Perron still stared at Skipper's every move without blinking, vigilant for him to attack the Temple of the Gods.

Thousands of years ago, in order to resist the gods of the Temple of the Gods and take revenge on Perron, Skipper asked the black dragon Zanircha, the god in charge of the membrane, for the power to spread the plague. Entrenched at the bottom of the Cosmic Tree, the black dragon Zanircha, who also hated the gods, agreed to his request and gave Skipper the poison refined from the miasma and poisonous mist.

Skipper drank the poison without hesitation. The green, viscous, corrosive juice fused with its body.

Wherever the serpent passed, the plague would rob life and eventually become food for the beast gods.

The huge mountain moved in the direction of the village, and the crowd in the village ready to celebrate was unaware that a terrible Lord of Calamity was heading in their direction.

The villagers were still in a celebratory atmosphere, unaware of the impending danger. At sunset, they lit a bonfire and slaughtered cattle and sheep to be sacrificed to Veres and celebrated the day.

The crowd in the village was still singing and dancing around the campfire, and Mr. Muromets was complaining to his wife why his son had not returned.

Muromets grumbled, "I really should have found a wife for Ilya, who is almost in her thirties." ”

Someone quipped, "Muromets, but your children are born with divine powers!"

The bearded Uncle Muromets drank a large glass of wine, and then said to the people around him, "What is the use of brute force, can it be the same as the heavenly gods, can you go to the royal palace to serve the noble duke?"

"Hahaha. You'd like to be beautiful!"

As soon as Muromets wanted to take a sip, the whole earth began to shake. The crowd dancing around the campfire stopped. Look around uneasily.

The young blonde girl subconsciously raised her head and suddenly widened her eyes. Panic and panic crept up his cheeks, replacing the joy he had just had. The knife in his hand that cut the flesh fell to the ground in an instant.

Then everyone heard the panicked shouts, and the villagers followed the direction of the girl's finger, but saw a scene that they would never forget.

The sunset has not yet completely set, and the golden light spreads over the entire mountain. However, the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually replaced by a large shadow.

At this time, the goddess of dusk, Hele, spread the broken sunset in the flower basket in her hand on the sky, and when it saw the scarlet eyes and ugly head of the huge monster that poked out of the sea of clouds, it was frightened, and hurriedly dropped its flower basket, hurriedly gathered all the afterglow, and ran away in the direction of the temple of gods.

The sunset and dusk that spread over the land disappeared in an instant, and in its place was replaced by a natural disaster that moved like a mountain, covering the entire land. Brought darkness and death to the village.

Everyone around the campfire stood motionless like marionettes out of control, frightened by Skipper's massive figure.

The glass, filled with fine wine, fell from the table to the ground.

In addition to the movement of the troll Scourge as it moves, it fills the valley.

The head lowered from above the clouds glanced at the village. The evil vertical pupil showed no emotion, and then opened its bloody mouth towards the entire village, with a mouth full of interlaced fangs.

After the first screams of the women, the Slavs, who had come to their senses, began to run, trying to avoid the shadows, but the monsters that followed them did not see the resistance of the ants at all.

Before the people of the village could escape, they saw an endless dark night, which fell towards them and cut them off from the whole world.

By the time Elijah ran back to the village, the old village was gone, replaced by a deep pit. The entire village, including the land beneath its feet, was swallowed by the beast, and no one was spared.

Ilya fell to her knees in the huge pit that she left behind, staring desperately in the direction of the serpent's departure. The endless moving mountains, where they passed, there was not a single grass.

A flock of crows hovered in mid-air and let out a noisy hissing sound.

In an instant, the entire village was in Skipper's womb.

Perron, perched above the distant clouds, watched a village disappear before him, but he was powerless. Lightning's bow and arrows were stretched to the maximum arc, and it only took a single command to nail the troll's head to the ground forever.

But he is a god and must obey Sventovet's orders.

Skipper did not give up to the pantheons of the gods, and stood by and watched what he did until Veres appeared.

"Father, Mother!"

"Ahhhh

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ilya, who was half-kneeling on the ground, dug his fingers deep into the dirt like hooks, and he didn't care if his fingers were ground out of blood.

Tears kept falling on the ground.

At this time, the natural disaster imprinted in his heart not fear, but hatred.

His hatred for the serpent.

clenched his fists, then stood up, and walked in the direction where the serpent had left, step by step. Everywhere there were broken branches and a miasma of poisonous mist left by the serpent. The other party did not bother to hide his tracks, and Skipper wanted to let Veres know that it was killing and destroying all the believers who worshipped Verles.

Completely erase all the existence of the god of the Styx.

"Since God is not willing to punish sin, then I will kill you. ”

Ilya drew the short blade that remained, tied him to a sturdy oak root, and made a spear, and walked firmly in the direction the serpent had left, stepping on the snow step by step.

He wants to kill the gods.

At this time, Skipper was engaged in a brutal massacre.

"Veres, I will kill all the people who worship you. ”

"Destroy all the statues about you. ”

"I'm going to kill you!"

Skipper let out an arrogant laugh as he perched on the summit of Triglaf, his massive body wrapping around the mountains, the Temple of the Gods within his reach, perched above the sky, as Peron looked coldly at the rampant beast. He had already unfurled his Thunder Bow and Arrows, just waiting for an order.

New hatred and old hatred made Perren unable to suppress the surging power of the god of war in his body, and he was tormented in his heart whether to let go of the hand holding the arrow.

However, Sventovet didn't let Perren shoot that arrow. I could only watch it wreak havoc on the earth.

Eventually, looking at Skipper's departing figure, he lowered his outstretched bow and looked with pity at the wasteland that filled his back with weeping and death after being trampled.

"Veres ......"

Perron finally couldn't take it anymore and said angrily, "You cowardly coward, are you going to hide in the Stygian Sea and watch your people being killed?"

Perron's roar shook the entire sky, and the half-human, half-snake hidden in the throne of the deep sea stared coldly at Skipper's ravages on the continent.

That is, until the troll entrenched on the summit of Trigrave let out a provocative roar.

wantonly destroying all living beings.

Giant octopuses and whale salamanders in the depths of the sea parade around the god of the Stygians, and he sits on the throne like a statue, motionless.

The erratic currents reflected Perron's eyes, and it seemed that the expression of his face was changing subtly. Holding the armrest of the throne, he slowly stood up from the throne that had not moved for ten thousand years. Then he jumped up.

The snake's tail is constantly swinging, and it quickly rises from the deep dive towards the surface of the sea.

In an instant, the giant sea kings around the Deep Sea Throne seemed to be disturbed in some way, and swam in all directions like crazy, desperately trying to escape from the half-snake, half-human god.

The deep sea, where the giant beasts of the deep sea were originally entrenched, was empty in the darkness, and only a lonely god remained.

Those Sea King beasts who were rushing to flee only felt a shock that hit their hearts from the constantly spreading water waves. The uneasiness that can only be felt when encountering mortal danger.

God is angry.