Kane's action made everyone slightly stunned.

Then, the president of the Mist Council reacted immediately.

"I make a wish to weaken the power of the Light of the Deep."

Hearing this, the others immediately reacted, and at the same time, their eyes flashed brightly.

Also amazed by Kane's audacity.

One after another.

"I make a wish to weaken the power of the Light of the Deep."

"I make a wish......"

One king after another's wishes were issued.

In fact, what they hope most in their hearts is that now the fog can successfully kill the deep light.

Especially after the possibility of mentoring, such a desire has become stronger and stronger.

This hope is not much different from the desire that comes out of their hearts.

Then everyone stared at the God of Chances.

In desperation, the God of All Machines manipulated his mind, and what he hoped for most was to weaken the power of the Profound Light.

"I make a wish......"

Until everyone made their wishes.

Kane spoke suddenly.

He made his only wish to himself.

"I make a wish, the light of the depths is abnormally weak!"

This is a wish made in His Person that can be fulfilled perfectly.

Plus the wishes of the kings.

Kane's eyes lit up.

It turned into two huge beams of light and shot towards the huge sun in the starry sky.

Hit the immensely large size with precision.

A violent trembling sound rang out in the astral plane.

It was like a wail.

The five thick tentacles of the deep light began to wave around.

The movement of the tentacles could be clearly seen slowing, and even the silver-gray light emitted by the sun-like body began to dim.

Apparent weakness manifested.

At this moment, the deep light began to move towards the rear, clearly preparing to retreat.

At this time, the humanoid fog that had been prepared for a long time turned into a mist that filled the sky, as if the huge mouth of the open was biting down fiercely towards the enemy.

There were waves in the void.

The pain and wailing of the deep light kept pouring into everyone's ears, so that they had to crouch down above the void and hold their ears tightly.

The wail was so harsh that it began to pierce their souls.

They couldn't hold back their tears.

Countless powerful powers began to be revealed.

The stinging pain of the voice, combined with the intense pressure that came from it for no apparent reason, made them almost out of breath.

Although they don't need to gasp anymore.

If you look closely, these pressures don't come from one place at all, but from many places.

A huge mud-brown stone hand like a star poked out of the void.

He grabbed one of the tentacles of the deep light, pulled it down fiercely, and tore off a small part of the sun's limbs along with the tentacles, and then dragged them into the void and disappeared.

A brilliant light was not silver-gray, but a golden sun-like glow shining from the void.

The light shot straight at one of the tentacles.

When the light was gone, a tentacle vanished, and a whole piece of the sun's body was gone.

Then came a huge anchor.

The world-sized anchor smashed directly into the body of the Deep Light, digging hard and pulling backwards.

Another tentacle disappeared with a large piece of torso.

For such a situation, the fog did not stop it in the slightest, and it did not seem to be surprising at all.

The present deep light is miserable and abnormal.

The deep wail kept burrowing into the ears.

Only two tentacles were left hanging weakly, and the original sun-like body was full of broken holes.

It's like a round cake that has been bitten several times along the edges.

One of the remaining two tentacles was separated by countless tiny forces that came out of nowhere.

At this time, the remaining body was wrapped in the mist and devoured fiercely.

The remaining body is about half the size of the Profound Light as a whole.

"What did we just see?"

The crystal-like body of the Brilliant King gasped, remembering what they had just seen.

The deep light is gone, and all the pressure and stinging of the soul is gone.

It's not just him, everyone looks like they've spent a lot of physical energy.

No one could answer his question.

At this time, a mechanical voice sounded.

It was the voice of the god of all machines.

"It is the supreme of the astral plane, eating the body of the deep light."

The gods of all machines, who have been wandering in the astral realm for a long time, know more than they do.

"Each Supreme is a unique being, and their own existence represents a part of the astral plane."

Speaking of which, everyone roughly understood.

It was probably the battle between the deep light and the mist, which had long attracted the eyes of countless supreme beings.

Once a certain party, in this case there is a huge problem.

When the time comes, it will not be as simple as an enemy.

Not to mention that it is still a deep light, this kind of existence that does not have a good reputation in the astral plane.

The image of a dismembered corpse will forever be engraved in everyone's minds.

As the mist swallowed up all the mutilated corpses of the light of the deep water, it had swelled into a huge mist and surged into the misty world.

The entire starry sky fell into silence again.

And the sound of mist sounded in their heads.

"Children, thank you very much for your help, but I need a period of rest now, and this power needs to be digested, and the world will be left to you for the time being."

As he spoke, the last trace of mist burrowed into the world.

And then it was in Kane's eyes.

The wall of mist, which had been tightly wrapped, slowly opened and spread outward again.

They could even see clearly what was going on inside the fog.

After more than 30 years of war, the world of fog has once again opened up.

Originally, there were a lot of fragments left around, but in front of them, they were wrapped in a cloud of fog and incorporated into the world.

Look at such a sight.

Kane couldn't help but smile.

"It looks like it's all over, and I'm finally able to get some rest."

Hearing Kane's words, all the kings smiled at each other, and then left the place one after another.

As kings, they have a lot of things, and the things they piled up 30 years ago because of the war are even more exaggerated.

Now that they have finally won, there are still many things waiting for them to deal with.

Only the president of the Mist Council remained.

He walked over to look at Kane and couldn't help but raise his hand and pat him on the shoulder.

"It's really amazing, this time the war can be won, and you can get such a big gain, you can be said to have contributed a lot."

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Kane smiled politely, waved his hand and said, "You're joking, it's not just my fault. ”

He shook his head helplessly and patted Kane again.

"Then let's go back now, there are still many people waiting for you, and there are still many things waiting for me to deal with."

Speaking of this, as a king, he couldn't help but sigh.

In addition to being a king, he is also the president of the Mist Council, and the other kings have many things to deal with at most.

It's not an order of magnitude compared to him.

Especially now that the fog is over, you need to rest for a while to digest.

He's only going to get busier.

Kane, of course, understood, and nodded with a smile.

Then the president turned his head back and looked at the new member.

"We don't know much about you, but you helped us in the most crisis and Kane vouched for you, so we still want to believe in you."

As he spoke, the president stretched out his hand and shook the god of all opportunities: "Then, welcome to join." ”

After saying that, he exchanged a few words and disappeared in place.

In this starry sky, only Kane and the God of All Machines remained.

Kane snapped his fingers lightly.

The containment left in the body of the God of Ten Thousand Machines is gone.

"If you don't know how to fit into the world, why don't you try to walk around and experience it for yourself, after all, you've only been out and about."

"You might be able to gain more data from your hands-on experience."

Hearing Kane's words, the God of All Machines looked at him in silence, then nodded his head mechanically, and his entire body disappeared into something like a mechanical fluid.

Looking at the vanished god of all machines, Kane touched his head a little melancholy.

"It seems that he still has some opinions about me, and I have to find a way to build a good relationship with him."

Kane has received the knowledge of the God of Ten Thousand Machines, and he knows very clearly how exaggerated the research of the God of All Machines is on the road of magic technology.

You have to have a good relationship with him, and it's best to work with him on research.

Well, it's just working together, not prostituting for nothing.

As he thought about it, Kane disappeared in place.

When he returned, he was already on the battlefield.

The original 10 giant towers that reached the sky have completely stopped running, and the wall of mist, which has turned into a solid wall, has returned to its previous level.

The corpses of the Deep Light Believers who had fallen on the battlefield had already been thrown into the mist, decomposing into waste.

And the entire battlefield has long been shattered and full of rifts.

All kinds of craters are hollowed, and the ground is cracked and uneven.

Flattened peaks, reduced forests to ashes.

Everything shows how terrible the war is taking place here.

The makeshift field hospital is still operating in the rear.

Countless people are coming and going, and it seems that there are still many people who are being treated.

At this time, there are still many intelligent machines and some mechanical engineers on the battlefield, and they are recovering the machines.

Even many explorers just fell directly on the battlefield to rest or chat.

Kane waved his hand.

The shattered earth is recovering to the naked eye, and the ashes of the woods are growing again.

Xiao Ping's peaks are reattached together.

In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to return to its former state.

The war that had been raging for 30 years was finally over.

Or in a victorious posture.