If today is the beginning of Ragnarok in the multiverse, then the gods must agree with it!

Along with the madness of the god of the underworld, countless teleportation black holes opened up in the sky above countless planes and countless cities, like gluttonous beasts opening their bloody mouths, dripping greedy saliva, sprinkling leaflets all over the sky, and frantically harvesting essentia!

No!

That's not a leaflet, that's a paper sprinkling into a soldier, that's a life-threatening bullet, that's a essentia sickle!

What made the gods collapse even more was that as soon as the god of the underworld left, the god of the Internet came again.

The endless, handwritten, printed, crude, and delicate leaflets, were like overwhelming locusts that swooped down on the mission of the gods, greedily sucking their fountain of essence.

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The small town of Krar Plane Gas.

The young man covered in patches looked at the cavalry of the Ruling Division riding a unicorn dragon and passing through the street with great might, and his eyes were clearly shining.

He envied that they could have their stomachs fed, that they could wear handsome and majestic armor, and that they could ride powerful unicorns.

"If only I could be like them. ”

The boy thought to himself.

But he knew deep down that it was impossible for him in this life.

Because he doesn't even have a direction to work towards.

"What is this?"

The young man's eyes were suddenly attracted by a tumbling piece of paper, which was densely printed with words.

He picked up the scrap of paper.

After a glance, he didn't recognize most of the words on it.

However, after flipping through it, he finally saw a line of text on the back that he recognized.

"From the great being of the blue star, you are the master of language and words, you are the pioneer of the Internet, and under your protection, I will be connected with all beings. ”

As the boy chanted, a virtual screen lit up in front of him.

The information that poured into his mind made the teenager feel numb as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Oh my God, what is this?"

"Internet?"

Accompanied by one exclamation after another, countless virtual screens lit up in the town.

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On the Gran plane, in a lonely magic tower deep in the misty forest, there was a sudden hysterical laughter.

The laughter is so hearty!

"Sixteen years! Sixteen years, I finally deduced! I succeeded! Hahaha......"

A wizened mage, roaring like madness in the alchemy room, surrounded by mountains of manuscript paper and magical materials.

He had been in the forest for sixteen years, just to test a magical conjecture, and now he had succeeded.

It is conceivable that his magical attainments will surely improve by leaps and bounds!

A hundred years later, he will go down in history!

"Well, what is it?"

A visual magic unfolded in front of the magician, and in the picture, countless papers were scattered and scattered over the city.

- This is the image of the magic puppet he sent to the city to purchase daily necessities.

As the virtual screen unfolded in front of him, the magician's pupils shrank suddenly, his lips trembled, and the whole person fell into collapse in an instant.

"How is the Abis formula exactly the same as what I derived? How can it be ?!!!?"

The magician collapsed.

His sixteen years of research turned out to be knowledge that had long been made public in other planes!!

"No—"

The huge gap made the magician look up to the sky and roar with grief and indignation.

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"See, the gods are nothing but parasites that feed us on our essentia, and as long as we stop believing in them, the gods are nothing!"

"Now that we have the Internet, we have the dark web, we can learn magic, vindictiveness, and we will definitely be able to overthrow the Soul Worship!"

In the secret den of bandits deep in the hills, farmers who could not stand the excesses of the Worship Cult gathered together.

Their leader stood on a high place, opened a huge virtual screen, and made an impassioned statement, accompanied by his narration, and the audience echoed from the high stage.

These "bandits" who are sticking to the deep mountains finally see the hope of resistance!

"Down with the Cult!"

"Sooner or later, we'll be able to defeat those damned evil gods!"

"Long live the Internet!"

"Long live the dark web!"

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In a forest, a kobold tribe held a grand sacrifice ceremony!

On a wooden pyramid-shaped altar, on which a young kobold girl lies, surrounded by fruits, prey, and skulls.

Under the leadership of the Elder Sacrifice of the Dog Man, countless Kobold people gathered around and kowtowed to pay tribute!

"Great God of the Internet, thank you for your kind and great eyes for mercy on the Nar tribe, the Nar tribe will be dedicated to you forever!"

The kobold elder shouted!

Above him, a huge virtual screen shone brightly, on which kobold cuneiform script automatically appeared—the Internet.

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"Kill me, kill anyone who sees the use of Internet Magic and Dark Web Magic, hang their corpses on the city wall, and tell those untouchables that magic is noble and no one is allowed to touch it!"

Inside the towering magic tower, the mage roared in anger as the monopoly of knowledge that sustained his rule was broken by the gods.

But his roar could no longer be heard from the magic tower.

Even if his minions rush to every corner of the city and countryside, frantically destroy the leaflets falling from the sky, or even take the opportunity to kill and plunder wealth, it is meaningless.

for the people are fleeing.

They already have the internet and the dark web, from which they can learn magic, learn some vindictiveness, arm themselves, and protect themselves.

They no longer need the protection of the magician!

In fact, is it not just the people?

Even the magician's followers took the opportunity to flee, and they no longer needed to worship the murderous old mage.

Because they already have the means to learn magic.

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Flyers flying in the sky, flooding the multiverse.

Countless intelligent beings have curiously logged on the Internet or the dark web.

The bizarre and colorful network world shocked all intelligent creatures to the point that their whole body was numb, and their three views collapsed.

In this world where the superstructure and the substructure are severely divided, many intelligent beings in the plane do not even know the concept of "plane" at all.

In the worldview of "their":

The world is the village in front of us;

It is the county seat in the distance;

It is a high aristocrat;

He is a magician who is like a god.

"They" never imagined that the world could be so big, so vast, so wonderful, so obsessive and suffocating!

It is an inexhaustible knowledge of power;

It is music that everyone can enjoy;

It spans countless planes, and can also communicate instantly, discuss, and even quarrel and swear;

It is the magical dynasty of the continent of Azea, the Kerver Empire;

It is possible to experience many world scenery without leaving home, and even earn wealth, essentia, and more.

In the face of the flyer offensive of the gods of the underworld and the god of the Internet, the mission of the gods of the multiverse has almost fallen in the snap of a finger!

The foundations of the gods' reign have been shaken!

This is a dimensionality reduction blow!

This is the enlightenment of people's wisdom!

It's a burst of knowledge!

This is intellectual fraud!

This is a collapse of faith!

This is...... Ragnarok.

The gods are roaring!

They frantically rallied their legions and mobilized all their forces to try to block the Internet and even the dark web with all their might.

However, in the face of this invisible enemy, as well as the people's hearts and minds, no matter how powerful the army is, it can only sigh and sigh in vain!

On this day, the flyers in the sky were like a mechanical séance, brutally cutting off the era of the gods and pushing the multiverse into a new era.

- This is a new era after the "Age of Titans" and "Age of the Gods"!

Historically called: The Age of Connectivity.