Catastrophe.

It was a catastrophe.

It was an unbearable calamity for Mumu and Mucheste, and for their divine servants.

When Crimson carried the Axis of Medland and killed nearly 500 servants, and the entire Metland and Papaya subcontinent were shrouded in the clouds of natural disasters, Mu and Moste finally let out a scream of horror.

They turned into bright lights and fled with the remaining nearly a thousand divine servants.

In the void, the sun and moon trembled slightly.

Where the sun and moon shine, Mu and Moste can reach as far as their minds can reach.

Even if Crimson was already so powerful that it was unreasonable at the moment, he could easily shatter the void and jump and move, and in terms of absolute speed, he was still slightly slower than Mu and Muchester.

It was this slightly slow thread that allowed Mu and Muteste to escape, as well as their divine servants.

"Oh, it's so fast, but in such a small universe, the speed of light is indeed a headache law."

Crimson muttered under his breath.

"But it doesn't matter, I have devoured four hundred and ninety-one gods of the sun and moon, and when I dissect the law of light and master this power, how can you escape?"

Crimson smiled, squinting at Varys, who was standing trembling on the ground, unable to move.

He had just returned from the void of exile, and his divine power was weakened to the extreme.

His authority was plundered by Joe's old fist, and at this moment, Varis, his original skeleton, was also empty.

"A lump of scum, what do you think?"

Crimson smiled, then held up the Axis of Medland: "Medland needs war, it needs a new god of war...... Of course, it's definitely not you...... You scum! ”

Amid the screams of the Old Gods, Crimson lifted the Axis of Medland and slammed his head into Vares's body.

Varess let out a mournful wail.

His body shattered bit by bit, and along with the white armor on his body, it completely shattered into slag.

No repression, no seals, no exile.

Vares, the Lord of War, has completely vanished, and all traces of existence have been completely erased from the world of Medland.

Even in the course of these days, Vares's newfound fanatical followers vanished.

With a single blow, it completely erased all the existence of Vares's vein.

The Old Gods let out a terrified roar at the same time—they all felt the disappearance of Varys, a complete disappearance, a word that the Old Gods had never thought of, and that might have something to do with themselves—'death'!

Death!

These powerful beings derived from the world of Medland, they will actually 'die'!

Ignorance and unpredictability bring the greatest fear.

The Old Gods wailed and roared, fleeing as fast as they could.

They turned into colorful lights and fled as fast as they could, fleeing from Medland, fleeing to all corners of the Metland world, trembling and hiding.

What kind of position struggle, what grievances and hatreds, what justice and evil, etc., in the face of 'survival', all have become bubble phantoms!

Including the ancient gods who professed to be righteous, they suddenly discovered that the dispute between them and the so-called evil gods was not because of their righteousness or evil......

They are far beyond the ability of mortals to think and analyze, and quickly dissect the truth of everything.

It's just that they've lived too long and they're too bored, so there are factions and mountains among them, and that's when there are disputes...... The war that broke out between their followers was only a 'fun' for them!

A kind of fun...... No one is more righteous than anyone, and no one is more right than anyone!

They are only intelligent beings born of the law...... They act according to instinct...... They are an extremely powerful group of instinctive creatures...... That's all.

In nature, they were no different from the boar under Varys' seat.

The same will follow instinct, the same joy, anger and sorrow, the same ...... 'fear of death'!

With such enlightenment, these ancient gods who fled for their lives in a hurry were filled with frustration in their hearts.

Crimson looked at the fleeing ancient gods, and had no intention of chasing them.

Mu and Mutestel, it is he who cannot catch up for the time being.

And these old gods, He didn't intend to kill them.

Crimson carried the Medland Axis and squinted at Margrethe III and the others with a terrified expression.

His hand moved, and he lifted the Axis of Medland.

With a 'sonorous' sound, the long sword in Margaret III's hand shook, a large black mist surged, and a huge hydra appeared in the mist like a living thing.

"Oh Halinger, do you want to return to the beautiful Medland? I can help you! Crimson smiled and nodded to the giant Hydra phantom.

The huge Hydra phantom condensed slightly, and then, shattered on the spot.

Margrethe III let out an exclamation, and she looked at Crimson with a pale face.

"Also, you, according to my instincts, I should destroy you."

"But, as I intended, I can't do anything to you...... That's the downside of coming in this pattern...... The short, eighteen-year memory had such a strong effect on my instincts. ”

Crimson pointed to his head, "He, the weak, naïve one, rejected my advice to kill. ”

Shrugging, Crimson smiled, "I respect his advice...... So, you can go back alive...... But you are doomed to destruction...... The whole of Medland, the sanctuary of humanity? Hehe, doomed to destruction! ”

Crimson took a deep look at Margrethe III, at Qiao Xuan, Ferdinand, and Salian, who were related to his body.

Then, carrying the Axis of Medland, he soared into the air, turning into a crimson streamer and heading straight for the port of Tulum.

The boar that had just surrendered to him, and the boar that had belonged to Vares, 'Angang', screamed, and blood-colored flames erupted from under its hooves, and it was so busy that it rose up in the air, and followed closely behind Crimson.

Margrethe III and the others stood in a daze for a long time, they looked at the huge pit around them, and then recalled the scene just now when 'Crimson' picked up the Mindland Axis and killed all directions, and the crowd shuddered.

Qiao Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood and muttered, "I have to, pass this news back...... Patriarch No. 7 is dead, and Mr. Green Sparrow is dead...... All kinds of demons and monsters have popped up, and Al must find a way to deal with them. ”

'Boom'......

A hailstone the size of a carriage fell from the sky and smashed beside them.

The group looked at such a huge hailstone, and their faces became even more ugly.

Such a large hailstorm, in the whole of Medland, how many people can withstand it?