The main world is constantly shaking, and the consciousness of the world has completely emerged, tightly suppressing the foreign demon gods. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, in the absence of a strong man who is strong enough to carry the power of the main world, even if he has a power that is not inferior to that of the Supreme Demon God, he still can't exert it, and can only watch angrily as the foreign invaders erode.

On the sea, a battle is coming to an end.

A huge demon dragon comparable to a small world stood on the sea, a pair of cold dragon eyes looking ahead.

On the opposite side of him, the broken body of the Dragon Emperor emerged, and although there was still a terrifying dragon power on his body, the breath of life was already extremely weak and was about to fall.

The powerful power of the Dragon of Destruction was displayed, and in just an instant, the Dragon Emperor was severely injured and could no longer fight against him.

After all, he is an eighth-level eternal, and even if he is suppressed by the power of the main world, it is far from being something that an existence that has not even condensed the source of eternity can fight against.

Eventually, he slammed the ocean with a claw, and with all his might, the entire overworld seemed to tremble and tremble under the force.

Countless beings were infected by his breath and were constantly demonizing, and in front of him, the body of the Dragon Emperor was gone, turning into five-colored dust and falling into the sea.

Roar!!!

He let out a world-shattering dragon roar, and the power of destruction exploded, shattering the law chains on his body in an instant, and looking around.

Under his senses, there was a huge amount of life on a distant continent. And the next moment, He vanished and wreaked havoc on another continent.

On the other two sides of the battlefield, in the ancestral land of the Orins Protoss, with a muffled sound, there was a muffled thunder in the sky.

As the thunder erupted and the power of destruction brewed, a god emperor wearing dark god armor appeared in place, and in front of him, the three god kings were trampled under his feet, and the originally condensed god emperor body had disappeared, and the breath of life was almost red.

Another battlefield.

The power of the storm is exploding, and the dimensional space and the mage tower are constantly collapsing.

In the midst of the ruins, an existence shrouded in shadows emerged, and the majesty on its body was released, and I don't know how many existences were crushed to death.

Behind him, under the ruins, the bodies of the three wizards lay quietly under the ruins, and the breath of life was long gone.

The most stubborn resistors were defeated, and the demon gods each chose their own hunting ground, and began the path of destruction and demonization.

Resistors continue to appear, the Titan fortress of the dwarves, the ancient war tree of the elves appear one by one, and then they are trampled one by one.

The three demon gods wreaked havoc on the Overworld, wiping out almost all those who resisted.

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In the void of the Overworld, an ancient World Tree is silent.

As time passes, the original majestic vitality of the body of the World Tree is gradually fading and disappearing.

It is a slow but steady process, and the World Tree is withering as life is lost. The leaves gradually withered, and only the last World Fruit was still hanging high on the tree, unaffected.

The spirit and the body are closely linked, and the withering of the World Tree, to a certain extent, also reflects the current situation of Artis.

As if he had slept for a long time, Artis's will gradually fell silent, and in the haze, darkness covered the vision, and then the memories were constantly replaying.

This is a blue planet, not a universe full of supernatural powers, and then a world before it was reborn.

He observed the history of the planet, felt the movement within it, observed silently, and fell silent.

In the observation of the true spirit, these histories are dead, with no sounds, only images. Until one day, a cry broke the silence, and a baby shot and was named Chen Ming by the parents in front of him.

The world seems to have come back to life, the sound appears, the picture is full of reality, and there is no longer the sense of estrangement that it had before. After that, the memories kept circulating, until one day, Chen Ming, who had grown up, died quietly, and in him, a godhead broke the original course and broke the rules in a powerful world.

The picture accelerates, and then Artis's life gradually emerges. After that, there were countless believers.

In the chaotic world of eternal silence, the true spirit of Artis quietly floats in this world full of laws, and under the influence of the surrounding forces, the true spirit is gradually dyed a little golden.

Then, countless threads of faith appeared here, breaking the isolation of time and space.

The memories of countless believers surfaced in Artis's mind, slowly circulating.

This is a necessary step, and the deity carries everything to the believer, namely Artis, and is also the spokesperson of the believer, and naturally includes their memory.

With this process, when a certain amount of power has accumulated to a certain extent, the true spirit of Artis is also trembling, blooming with eternal brilliance.

Then, a little spark gradually ignited, using countless divinities as raw materials to ignite the divine fire.

This was the initial ignition of Mars, and then everything in Artis was put into it.

Memory, emotion, soul, life...

Everything is turned into raw materials for the eternal flame to grow.

This process is the most dangerous, once the final ignition of the divine fire fails, then not only life and soul, but also the existence of the concept of Artis will be erased, and no one will be able to remember him as he is.

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"The God of Nature..." On the continent of Artis, one apprentice after another muttered to himself.

At this moment, the original warm and friendly power began to change.

As if a drastic change had occurred, all the believers of Artis felt a movement in their hearts, and a kind of realization gradually rose.

In their hearts, through the thread of faith, they clearly saw that in the eternal void, their gods were transforming, and a little divine fire was slowly rising.

They were praying frantically, with a wave of fanaticism on their faces, praying for their blessings.

Even, on the entire Ardis continent, everyone stopped what they were doing, and a large amount of faith power was transmitted to Ardis through a certain connection, turning into raw materials for igniting the divine fire.

As this connection deepens, by the end, even their bodies are glowing, in this moment with the gods of nature.

In the corners they couldn't see, a historical scene was unfolding.

Hundreds of years of devout believers have long been associated with a whole race, and at this moment, all the Adesians are mad, calling out to their gods.

In front of the cathedral of the city of Adisus, looking at the chaos of the outside world, Grama chuckled, and her old face was a little kind.

He took off his church crown and changed into the fur coat he had once been, as if he had been the old priest again.

"My God, may I be with you. Looking at the idol in front of him, he slowly knelt down and prayed softly.

And above him, the light of the god of nature slowly shrouded him, as if he had become one with him.