From the scavenger's "deceitful corpse" departure, to the homeopathic retreat of Dagon and Mr. Lonely Island, until the "Golden Wall" was re-blocked, it was only a few breaths.

However, it was in this extremely short period of time, this small episode, that accelerated the process of the defeat of the earthly Esoteric Sect......

After the King of the Cloth killed the Commander, he was temporarily devoid of opponents, and began to roam the field wantonly, looking for opportunities to make the remaining angels fearful.

No one knows who the next target will be!

Like an invisible ghost, following him all the time, the harbinger of death soared to the extreme, as if he could hear the terrifying sound of a blade slashing at the back of his neck and scraping the bones of his cervical vertebrae.

But no matter how vigilant the angels such as the scribe are, there are always accidents.

Either the terrain changes suddenly and unpredictably, or you inexplicably "ignore" some details, resulting in frequent mistakes in battle.

The angels on the side of the scroller know quite well that behind these "accidents" comes from their own fate line, which was wantonly provoked by an invisible hand, so that the original development trajectory will turn sharply downward and go to the irretrievable terrible abyss......

Wow –

The Snow Gentleman, who was battling with Margaret, the Silent Lady, stood on an ice field created by him, and the huge "Weasel" with snow-white wings on his back had just exchanged blows with the dark wolf when his head flew out of thin air.

The spinning rat's head also showed a stunned look.

Although he was extremely vigilant, he still did not detect the trace of the Cangwang, and he could not even catch the slightest sign before the other party made a move......

Terrible!

It's horrible!!

This was the Snow Gentleman's last thoughts.

As an eternal existence, an angel-level ancient god, of course he will not die because of the loss of his head, but the key is that the blade of the Cangwang contains indelible "crystals" and "silk strings".

Once they are injured, they will penetrate everywhere, scrambling to eat away at their bodies and spirits...... So to be precise, Lady Laugh and the Commander did not die under the slash, but in the erosion.

The snow gentleman can clearly perceive that in the short moment when he was beheaded, he experienced several rounds of "competition" with the opponent in terms of personality, weight and resistance.

But it turned out to be a fiasco.

His silent consciousness seemed to see a tall, pale figure standing at the end of his life, looking down on him with indifferent eyes, and pronouncing himself to death with a crossed sword.

That's the King of Cang.

The King of Coats, Jakespet.

After the other party becomes eternal, ordinary angels cannot be his opponents at all, and in the fairyland, the other party can hunt at will even from god-level angels by virtue of his personality comparable to that of true gods......

The snow gentleman regrets entering the fairyland, but it is too late to regret it.

Boom!!

The Snow Gentleman's head crashed, shattering the ice field.

A snow-white earth cracked like a mirror, and the large, headless winged creature in the center instantly turned into a crystalline sculpture and lost its breath.

"Snow Gentleman...... He's dead...... I...... There is no escape......"

A tall, thin fir tree made of endless earth and gravel stood in the midst of the surging flood, a round of expressionless human faces on the surface, and slowly murmuring.

"It's fate...... The ultimate fate of the Old Gods...... Back to the embrace of no return...... What Mr. Clough said to me...... Prophecy ......"

Wow –

An invisible sword curtain slashed down from above.

The human face of the cedar closed his eyes and showed a relieved smile.

The smiling face split in an instant, splitting in half from it.

When the crystals crept all over his body, at first glance, it looked like a pale bud blooming on the surface of the sea.

The "God of Solid Seals" has fallen!

The god of cats, the three ladies of pain, the former guest and the janitor all looked surprised...... Although they were also unaware of the existence of the Cang King, they were able to make up an invisible figure in their brains through the posture of the enemy angel being beheaded, wandering around the field with the cross sword.

This is Wonderland, His home turf!

He is the King here, the only Lord here!

Poof—

Leonid, the Celebrator, had a stiff expression on his dry face.

He looked down and saw a fine wound on his left chest out of thin air, blood gushing out...... The heart in the chest cavity was crushed, and countless microscopic particles shimmered with pale light, flowing through the blood throughout the body.

In the blink of an eye, an ivory white cross sword covered with beautiful patterns quietly came into view, stained with his own blood, and the shiny blade reflected his gray and thin face.

The tip of the sword reflects the light of the fairyland sun, brilliant and dazzling.

Click.

The high crown of the Celebrant fell, revealing long, dry, messy dark brown hair that obscured his hideous expression.

Even without looking back, he could sense a figure in a pale robe, with its face expressionless behind him, holding the sword.

Leonid was on the verge of the exhaustion of reason.

He was powerless to fight again.

Looking up, the Scroller saw that the Cat God, the Three Ladies of Pain, the Former Guest, the Gatekeeper, and Oscar were already standing in front of him, looking at him with pity.

In the distance, the golden sacred tree swayed gently in the breeze.

There was silence all around.

"A new era is really coming, but it's a pity that ...... It has nothing to do with me. ”

The Celebrant was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his corpse-like palm picked up an old sheepskin.

And in this process, Oscar and others did not stop it.

Just look at Him quietly.

The scroller's fingertips were stained with blood, and he wrote on the sheepskin—

"In the fifth era, in the middle of June of the year 4428 of the solar calendar, Leonid planned to attack the fairy land and seize the power of the king of Cang...... The ancient gods Emerald Bird Fall, Laughing Lady Fall, Thousand Captains Fall, Snow Gentleman Fall, and Fir Fall...... Leonid Fall! ”

He paused, chuckling inexplicably.

"Greed is indeed the original sin of the earth, and it seems that you are indeed more prescient than I am, Sid."

"You understand too late, Leonid."

Syd Mitchell just shook his head.

The person who was in charge of the scroll knew that he would die, and asked with a smile:

"And what about fate? It represents a sad fate, and after dominating the Sixth Age, what should the world do...... Let it all end in tragedy? ”

"You're wrong."

Xike said lightly.

"Sadness is left to fate...... What you get in the world is laughter, joy, and beauty. ”

The person who was in charge of the scroll couldn't help but be stunned.

All the angels also shifted their gazes and looked at the tall pale figure behind the scroller.

Carrying sorrow and joy to the world?

This......

Is this the mission of the King of Clothes......

"Haha, this is also the proverb left by Huan Gong? Sid. ”

Leonid laughed in a hoarse voice.

The former guest had a serious expression and said solemnly:

"No, He never said such a thing, but He conveyed it to the world, to history, to me, as a witness...... If it weren't for Huangong, this world would have long ceased to exist, and you could not believe it, or you could ridicule it, or even despise it, but ...... That's fate. ”

The smiles of the curlers faded away, and there was silence for a long time.

"Sorry, I can't understand ......"

Crystals gradually spread from his chest to other parts, creeping up his neck and cheeks.

Finally, Leonid whispered:

"But I will give you the respect you deserve as the god of the earth, the pioneer of a new era, the creator of a new history, the king of Cang."

His movements stiffened, and his eyes finally fell on the former guest.

"I hate you, Sid, but I also envy you for being able to witness a whole new history......"

After saying that, the master of the scroll completely turned into a cold crystalline statue.

Seced sighed, stepped forward, bent down and picked up the sheepskin on the ground, and after glancing at it, he asked the blue-clothed figure:

"King Cang, can I keep this sheepskin?"

Chen Lun was a little surprised.

The former guest has a respectful attitude towards him, and it is out of the tone of equal communication.

"Of course, please."

Chen Lun nodded.

Seeing this, the former guest solemnly took it into his arms.

Chen Lun looked around, and then raised his hand and spread his five fingers.

Originating from the unique divinity of the Laughing Lady, the Commander, the Snow Gentleman, the Feast Cedar, and the Scroller, a total of nine colorful clusters of light fell in the palm of your hand.

Except for the two parts of the only divinity of the earth, the other seven parts are like the "doom" authority of the emerald bird, which belongs to the only divinity of the outer path.

He intended to give these as a reward to the angels present, after all, the fairyland was able to be held thanks to them.

The angels, however, were not interested at all.

"We can't absorb and digest the only divinity of the outer way, and it has no effect in holding it in our hands...... You can keep it, and based on what I know about the 'No Home', they may have unexpected effects. ”

Oscar laughed.

Seeing this, Chen Lun did not force it, so he put away these only divinities.

But he took out two copies of the One Divinity from the Scroller and handed them to the former guest, who was a little stunned.

"Cangwang?"

Chen Lun just chuckled and said lightly:

"I'll kill Montgomery."

The former guest couldn't help but be stunned.

Of course, he heard the subtext.

King Cang inherited the last wish of the Duke of Huan and is bound to complete the great cause of killing the seven gods...... And these two only divinities are the goodwill He bestows on Himself.

He wants to make himself the future god of the great land!

Even the former Ke has never had the ambition to become a god, and just wants to stay in the land of Saint-Ae and live a peaceful life...... But fate is so strange, when he chose to believe in the King of the Heavens and help the Sun King in the first battle, the course of events has long been changed.

Recall what Leonid said to himself before he died.

The former guest couldn't help but think deeply.

Perhaps, in the future, it will be interesting to stay in the fairyland, become the gods believed in by the Dawning Church, and witness the opening of a new era by King Cang.

"Thank you."

Sid thanked him in an extremely rare way.

He took the two parts of the One Divinity and bowed to the king of the cang's chest.

["Former Guest" Hildmitchell's favorability of you has increased! ] 】

[Respect for the time being!] 】

Chen Lun smiled when he saw this.

He did not hurry to greet the angels, but turned to look to the side of the hatboy and the school-tongued earl, who were sitting on the ground and weak.

These two ancient gods belonged to the bottom of the earthly esoteric religion, and after being captured by King Cang, they were unable to curb the raging crystals in their bodies, and they forcibly watched the whole process of the "Battle of Tianyuan" in fear.

Their despair crept in, reaching its peak after the death of Leonid the Celebrator......

When the angels turned their eyes, the king walked towards him with a cross sword, and the two were terrified.

But Oscar smiled at this moment and proposed:

"Jack, these two guys' authority is a bit interesting, maybe they can work for you."

"Huh?"

Chen Lun's sword blade stopped in front of the Count of Xueyu, and it was not a fraction of a second...... The other party's flowered hat was cut in half by the blade of the sword, which looked extremely funny.

"Potentiate, potency!"

The Earl hurriedly repeated.

Chen Lun squinted, and a mist flashed in his eyes, reflecting the figures of the hat boy and the Earl of Learning.

'Storing authority versus imitating authority......

He immediately saw through the strength of the two of them, and secretly said that it was interesting.

"How about staying under the White Throne in the future?"

Chen Lun looked down at the two and asked lightly.

"Ronan, the 'God of Fruits', salutes you, the great King of Grey Clothes."

The hat boy was quite knowledgeable, and immediately knelt on the ground.

It's just that his body was so small that he could only see the large pointed hat on the ground, and the voice could come from it.

"Douglas, the 'God of Mirrors', salutes you, the great King of Grey."

The Earl of Xue Tongue did the same, and knelt down together in submission.

Chen Lun was not at ease, and immediately drew up a contract of the highest specification out of thin air with his fingers, and his fingertips were crawling with crystals, growing into a ligature-writing document at a speed visible to the naked eye, floating in the air.

The rules of the contract were quite harsh, even worse than the secular deeds of sale, but the hat boy and the Earl of Scholarly Tongue were indifferent, and it was enough to survive...... As eternal beings, they don't want to fall.

When two people sign their names on the deed.

Far away, there was the sound of crisp wine glasses colliding.

Jingling!

And a familiar, elegant chuckle came:

"I testify."

It was Conrad, who had become the true god of conspiracy.

But this time, everyone present heard it clearly, and after saying "I testify", Conrad also obviously sighed lightly.

He burst into laughter.

"Come over for a drink, my friend."

Today's update is seven thousand five, and the waste pill will be crossed for a while

(End of chapter)