Whoosh –

High in the sky.

Two figures stood out of thin air, staring at the dark sun in the sky.

Time seemed to be frozen in twilight, and the light of blood sprinkled down into the world, exuding more and more terrifying heat.

The remnant sun fell on the shoulders of the two, and Mr. Jingyao spoke:

"Kingsley's authority and power were so great that he escaped from the astral realm into the present world, manifesting visions and natural disasters...... Within a few months, most of the mortals on earth will be dead, and the angels will be forced to sleep to reduce consumption, and even in the near future, we and other true gods will be no exception. ”

"So He Must Die."

Chen Lun nodded, his tone indifferent.

"This battle is inevitable, but it is slightly advanced."

"Jack, Kingsley, as the most powerful existence of the Old Seven Gods, don't take it lightly......"

Mr. Jingyao turned his head and instructed.

"I know."

Chen Lun took a deep breath.

"Let's get started, Mr. Angela."

"Hmm."

Mr. Jingyao bowed.

Immediately, he raised his hand and waved, and a mysterious and complex magic circle appeared in front of the two of them, as if overlapping with the sun in the sky.

Densely packed with countless small magic seals, changing positions in the magic circle, nested layer by layer, and finally moved to the correct position, emitting a dazzling blue-green light.

"Let's go, this will be the battle that will decide the fate of the Yanita continent."

Mr. Jingyao opened the door to the astral plane and said in a deep voice.

Chen Lun didn't say a word, pinched the brim of his hat and stepped out, and the whole person disappeared into the magic circle first.

Mr. Jingyao followed.

When the two of them left, the magic circle closed and dissipated on its own.

When Chen Lun entered the astral plane, the first thing he felt was heat.

The heat is incomparably hot, with temperatures of at least thousands.

The dead and silent astral realm, which was originally shrouded by the starry sky, was now filled with distorted and noisy air currents, whining, and a blurred golden red as far as the eye could see, and the earth was melted and vaporized by light and heat at some point, and disappeared without a trace.

Nothing was left behind, gold and nothingness.

There is nothing but light and heat.

Chen Lun and Mr. Jingyao are suspended in the air.

Directly in front of him, a huge sun so large that it filled the entire field of vision, pitch black, secluded, obscuring the true face that could not be seen directly.

The contours of the sun's edges, rising and distorting blood-like rays, staggered and overlapped, converged at the bottom, and hung down a blind, straight spot of light.

After losing control, the Fierce Father erupted with a terrifying pollution that had accumulated countless times, and the light and heat that spread throughout the astral realm contained pollution and malice that was enough to kill the saint in seconds.

Chen Lun stared at the sun expressionlessly, his eyes reflecting a golden red.

In the darkness, a figure slowly walked in.

He couldn't see His face clearly, or He didn't have a face.

This person is more than two meters tall, without any clothing or decoration, his body is in a perfect golden ratio, the lines and contours of his muscles can be faintly seen, and his whole body is only covered with a layer of dazzling golden light, radiating terrifying light and heat all the time.

When He appeared, it was as if He was the only one left in the world.

Light and heat converge into one point, silently singing the praises of this pure white god.

"Sun God Martyr, Kingsley Wattswall."

Chen Lun muttered.

Qiang!!

In the next moment, a ray of light burst out.

Father Lie appeared beside Chen Lun at some point, holding a golden cross sword and slashing at his head, but was blocked in time by an ivory white cane.

After the piercing clang, the shock wave even wrinkled the horizon.

Buzz –

The golden crosssword bloomed with thousands of afterimages.

Pure white waves of light and heat escaped in all directions, and the temperature soared again.

Everything seemed to be blurry and distorted.

Chen Lun's clothes, skin, and musculobones burned to ashes in an instant, and the whole figure melted into pure white.

In the first encounter, Chen Lun was killed by one blow!

Mr. Crystal Yao on the side was also covered by light and heat, and he cast a supreme magic to cause a layer of dark cyan crystals to appear on his body, refracting light and heat...... But even so, he was blasted out by this incomparable force.

The next second.

Rumble!!

A ragged robe twisted and bloomed, revealing a huge figure.

The ivory white carved cross sword slashed down at the head of the martyred father.

Qiang!!

In comparison, the golden figure that can be called "small" actually used the golden cross sword in his hand to cover the miserable white sword curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

Radiant light.

Every ray of light and heat is the supreme power of the sun in the world, and below eternity, if you touch it, you will die, and there is no possibility of survival.

Boom!

Boom Boom!!

Chen Lun, who had entered the posture of the "King of Clothes", indifferently waved his cross sword, and launched a fierce attack on Lie Father with a slashing speed of hundreds of swords per second.

However, the opponent easily blocked effortlessly, and the speed was even faster than Chen Lun.

It can be said that among the ten ways of the gods, the sun should be the most speedy.

In the pure white vision, only a vague glimpse of high-frequency flickering outlines can be seen.

The terrible pollution radiation is intense to the extreme.

At this moment, even if the angel was present, he did not dare to approach it easily...... Even if you are a spectator, your eyes or perception will be burned by the light.

Because this divine battle has surpassed the ordinary true god level.

Whoosh –

A cyan, brilliant columnar laser shining like a starry sky blinked an eye, like a blue mark cutting through the white paper, hitting the golden body of the Fierce Father!

It's like a meteor hitting the sun!

Rumble!!

The golden light and the blue light blend, distort, and overflow.

It collapsed into a point and exploded.

The loud bang was deafening, and the astral plane was in chaos.

Mr. Crystal Yao, the true god of magic, is known for his destructive power, and with the power of just one finger, he shattered the entire spiritual realm and turned it into three layers.

And this blow is full of Mr. Jingyao's ultimate understanding and application of magic, and the supreme magic condensed through supreme wisdom and knowledge.

The horrific explosion lasted about half an hour.

The astral realm seemed to be turned upside down by the aftermath.

The figure of the Burning Father appeared in a rippling pattern, as if it had indeed been affected by magic, but it still did not hurt him severely.

Just listen to a buzzing roar.

The Flame Father's glowing body swelled suddenly, illuminating the world like a ray of sunlight from the sky, and his whole person instantly became larger, obscuring the sky and the sun.

With a wave of the cross sword in his hand—

Thousands of rays of light were projected indiscriminately towards Chen Lun and Mr. Jingyao!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!!

Once again, the figure in the pale clothes turned into nothingness in the heat and light.

There is no resistance.

"Reboot."

Chen Lun's state was reset, and the fate line returned to a second ago.

But the light filled every corner of the astral plane, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

And then he died again.

"Reboot."

The figure in the blue clothes reappeared, and was killed by light and heat again.

"Reboot!"

"Reboot!!"

Fate restarts, and the cycle repeats.

It wasn't until he died nearly a thousand times that the power of the sword of the Fierce Father diminished.

Chen Lun looked up at the incomparably huge golden figure, and his heart sank.

The Fierce Father is worthy of the strongest true god!

He has given himself a greater sense of oppression than any other opponent before!

In his perception, thousands of miles away on his side, a crystalline star with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers floated in the golden light, no matter how the light and heat invaded, it could not hurt him in the slightest.

Chen Lun knew that Mr. Jingyao had already revealed his mythical creature form in the face of a powerful enemy like Father Lie.

He took a deep breath.

The initial tentative phase is over, and it's time for you to take out your hole cards and fight for the real life!

"Ruri!"

Chen Lun raised his hand and waved, and the blue flame that exuded a seven-colored halo rose.

He was covered in fire, and the "Faces of Destiny" and "Faces of the Holy Fire" overlapped and combined.

The ivory white carved cross sword in his hand became a glazed spiral sword in the blink of an eye, and he didn't say a word, he raised his sword and slashed!

Boom –

The twisted and swaying colorful flames left a deep sword mark in the pure white world......

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Woo –

Woo woo –

Suddenly a strong wind blew in this world.

No, to be exact, a scorching wave of air!

Within the empire, countless ordinary people endured burning pain and looked at the sky in horror.

The scarlet sky, which was originally in the twilight period, was rapidly fading, and gradually, completely entering the night.

And the dark sun hanging in the center of the overhead disappeared without a trace.

"Sun...... The sun is gone! ”

"What the hell is going on?!"

Crowds around the world were shocked.

The sun is gone, but the heat is still there, as if there is an invisible light and heat still scorching the earth.

People have long been under the command and guidance of the relevant departments of the empire, and have taken refuge in the basement of their homes, or in the underground shelters temporarily opened by the government.

But even so, the temperature was still frighteningly high.

Resources are becoming increasingly scarce, especially freshwater.

At such a critical juncture, a sip of water is often more precious than a gold pound, and it is precisely because of this that all kinds of chaos emerge one after another.

Even with the repressive control of the military and the church, it is still impossible to put an end to it.

There are already many elderly people and children who can't bear it, and they die of dehydration, and those who survive, but if they stay on the surface for a while, their skin will crack and peel, and then grow blisters.

The night lasted for several days, and the sun still did not rise.

It's as if the whole world has entered eternal night.

Fortunately, the heat began to subside.

This is tantamount to a ray of hope in the darkness.

The Empire, the Church Hierarchy, and the Transcendents of the Mystic Realm are always watching the heavens, because these people know that all these changes are due to the existence of the mysterious end, and the series of battles that are unfolding.

It is only when the struggle has a result that the natural disaster is truly over.

I don't know when it started.

Some people found that the night began to flicker white light at high frequency, and at the same time, there were one cyan meteor after another, streaking across the night sky, often accompanied by a dull loud noise, which lasted for a long time.

In the corner where no one knows, a long-haired man dressed in an earthy yellow coat is writing this history on a scroll with a quill.

He is none other than the angel of the earth, Cycke Sydmitchell.

"——On February 23, the 1st year of the Pale Calendar, after killing the sea god 'Eternal Sleeper' and the blood god 'Lady Rose' one after another, Jaxpet, the 'King of Pale Clothes', teamed up with the god of magic 'Mr. Crystal' to go to the astral realm and engage in an endless battle with the runaway sun god 'Fierce Father', and the world fell into the ...... of eternal night."

The former guest's expression was serious and serious, and his eyes flashed with anticipation.

The complete recording of this momentous history is part of His rites of Godhood, and He will maintain the most objective stance and attitude and will not interfere.

At the same time, this history must be made public to the world.

As a result, everyone in this world, and even every living being, heard the calm and indifferent narration of the former guest.

The content is the many major events that have happened since the first day of the Pale Calendar, the wedding of the King of Cang, the fall of the sea god and the blood god, and the ongoing supreme battle......

"The sun god, fighting the king of the garments?!"

Countless people looked up at the white light and shooting stars of the night, speechless.

(End of chapter)