On the Caribbean, Mark pushed Barbara's thigh, then pulled away the jade arm of the muse, came out of the god-level gentle country, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and stared at the night sky, a little abruptly:

"Here we go."

"What started?" His muttering unexpectedly woke Litchel, and soon, all four goddesses woke up.

"Oh, I almost forgot that you weren't the gods of this world anymore."

Swapping out of that mysterious altar also cut off the last trace of physical connection between them and the world, so their perception of the world is now less acute than Mark's.

Mark, who has recently relied on the [Eye of Agamotto] to often shuttle through three thousand parallel worlds, can instead watch the changes in the world with a transcendent vision.

The world is 'wriggling'!

In Mark's view, the world was a giant onion: the Overworld was the innermost onion heart. The rest, including the Spirit Realm, the Divine Realm, the Hell Realm, and the Bottomless Abyss, are the onion pieces in the middle layer, and the Three Thousand Parallel Worlds are the outer skin of the onion leaves.

Mark began to think that in the entire 'World Onion', except for the onion heart in the middle, all other structures are losing their vitality, that is, like the game "Chicken", through the collapse of space to drive all god-level 'players' to the main plane for the final decisive battle.

Now, it seems a little different.

Because, that's not really a space collapse.

That's right, part of the space collapsed, and the guys who stayed inside, whether they were demons, monsters, demons, or devils, all turned into dust in the void, and they couldn't die anymore.

On the other hand, a part of the space has been preserved.

In Mark's view, this is a bit like specimens sealed in amber, with the only difference being that these 'specimens' will come back to life in the future.

It's like a wrapped gift, waiting for their new owner to arrive......

Mark smiled: "There is no doubt that this is a huge [game], a game with the god seat as bait. Now it's time for the endgame. ”

Aside from the space around you that hangs outside the Overworld, it doesn't count. The entire main plane is a blue planet suspended alone in a pitch-black space.

On the surface, it seems to be not much different from the earth that Mark is familiar with, with the same mountains, rivers and oceans, but only in terms of terrain.

With the eyes of divine power, it seems that there is an invisible invisible giant hand, marking different parts of the entire world with different price codes.

Whether it is the blue sea, the pure white and crystal clear ice crystal of the Far Northern Continent, or the walnut-like Victoria, they exude spiritual brilliance, that is, the level of 'shining light'.

The real pearl is still the Central Continent, where the Rite Empire is located.

The glittering aura on it could even extend into the endless darkness around it.

"What a beautiful grand prize, what a gorgeous stage." Mark sighed.

As long as you are still a god, or want to be a god, you can't resist this temptation, and you can only step on this stage before the last moment, according to the rules set by 'that one'.

Mark's gaze transcended time and space, and fell to the divine realm in the upper echelons of the spirit realm, where one divine kingdom after another was descending on its own.

Turning his gaze to the outer world, one after another demon fortresses and demon kings' nests also tore apart the void and began to brutally break into this world.

Wrapped in various forces, extraordinary armies began to land in this world in different ways.

From afar, it was a colorful and incomparably grand meteor shower.

"Is this a divine war?" Dressed in a gorgeous garment draped over the sexy body of the goddess of dance, she stood beside Mark.

Not only her, but all of Mark's confidantes either dodged in or pushed open the door and stood by Mark's side.

None of their clones in the Three Thousand Worlds have gone so far, and most of them have fallen at the opening of the Divine War.

The opening of the final game at this moment is undoubtedly a baptism of the soul for them.

Mark took them and watched the scene quietly, their cheeks reflected in the light of the falling meteors.

At some point, his sword [Fenrir] was already clenched in his hands, the tip of the sword drooping, and a golden thread representing [Destiny] extended from the blade to the blade, ostentatiously shining with magical brilliance.

Among the women, only Anna, the goddess of ice and snow, performed the best, she reached out to the back of her head and flicked it gently, her white wrists shone in the light of the meteor, the long hair pinned into a double ponytail flew without wind behind her head, and every trace of snow-white hair was dyed with the golden light of fate on the Mark Excalibur.

If she really wants to play a high-end game, there is no doubt that once she has mastered the law of top-level divine power, she will return to the top of her combat power once she has the support of divine power.

It's just, do you need her to play?

Anna was still a little confused.

No one knows, what Mark is waiting for......

Over there, the Cult of the Twins' Sacred Mountain defense.

The knights in the front line suddenly heard a strange sound in the sky, and in a few moments, those sounds turned into a deafening sound, and everyone saw clumps of flaming meteorites fall from the sky and fall straight into the long-dead forest of dead wood in front of them, and even on their line.

"Lie down!" The captain of the knights only had time to give a warning, and the meteorite fell to the ground mixed with countless sharp metal fragments.

Countless shockwaves, large and small, suddenly shattered the defensive line composed of several rammed earth temporary walls.

"Roar!"

What's even more terrifying is that from those large meteorites that crumbled, tens of thousands of devil soldiers actually killed them.

It is no longer a hundred units with a hundred forms of demons, but a more neatly organized and reasonable army of demons.

"Kill!"

"For the light!"

Old rivals, how can they fight openly and secretly with each other for thousands of years?

The Knight of Light emitting divine golden light, the Whipper holding a sharp mace aloft, and the Resting One wielding a huge cross tombstone immediately fought with the army of demons.

The good camp tried to completely annihilate the invading enemy, and the evil camp tried to divide and surround the troops of the good camp, and when the strength of the two sides was not much different, this great war immediately entered an extremely high intensity.

Every second, the warriors of the three-digit good camp are tortured to death in various ways.

Every second, the same number of demons are cleanly purified.

At this moment, which seemed rather critical to outsiders, the Goddess of Light finally played her first card.

In the astonished gaze of all the believers, a pillar of light suddenly shot out from the top of the Night Great Temple, and all the surrounding evil clouds were blown away, revealing a quiet and transparent black sky.

The white moon reappeared, blooming with an unusually dazzling light.

In the next moment, all the Night Cultists felt that something had befallen them.

Is that...... Their ancestors!

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ps: The author's bacteria were cloudy the next day, but the cough was still very serious, the throat was itchy, he kept spitting, and he broke the code frantically.