Before he could frustrate the unsuccessful attack, Thoth felt his throat swell and swell—as a mythical creature, he was supposed to be immune to illness, but the witch who ruled the plague had made him experience the flu he hadn't seen for a long time!

The glorious dawn light of the god of war finally dissipated, and the occult viruses that shadowed it appeared, gathering together in an ominous black-green color—and Thoth suddenly realized that Chick had been quietly increasing the concentration of the virus in his area until it could cause visible damage to the mythical creatures! It's like letting the snowflakes fall before an avalanche engulfs a town!

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the image of the gorgony witch who was fighting with the Black Emperor suddenly shattered like a mirror, and the formless and colorless spider silk wrapped around the body of the hidden sage, making him unable to move freely for a while - although he could get out by turning back to the state of the torrent of information, Chick caused a sharp headache like pulling down the fuse of the bomb, and when he was dizzy, Thoth did not have time to respond in time, and when Badhair saw this, he hurriedly swung his giant sword to kill again, and the true creator raised a sea of blood, Clash with the light of dawn, but his two doppelgangers are battling the storm and the sun, and they don't have time to care about the snake's hair that is about to bite Thoth!

A faint white circle appeared on the right eye of a snake's hair, and it twisted its head and bit the other snake hair! The confusion spread like a plague, the snake-hairs killing each other, petrifying each other, the primordial witch letting out a painful hiss, and the corner of the hidden sage's mouth raised a strange torrent of breath up the spider silk that bound him, and in the blink of an eye, it flowed back to Chik!

The witch's beautiful face suddenly became hideously distorted—he felt like a ditch forcibly holding the current, and his whole mind was about to burst open!

A paper figure covered with rust scars slipped out of his wide sleeves - after some haggling, Thoth managed to get Zarathu to give him this "paper man" as a gift to the "Time Charm", and the hidden sage showed a mockery as if it had been polluted by the red angel, and said that your little broken family is not the first time to come back to my jurisdiction to make trouble, and a fool will be unprepared for the epidemic!

Colorless and formless spider silk slipped from the witch's fingertips, and the starlight smashed a mirror carrying the afterimage of Chick into pieces - Chick decisively chose to put himself in a state of invisibility, and a haze enough to make the demigod die of a respiratory illness enveloped the world in an instant, and it was difficult for even the Eye of Voyeurism to outline Chick's form!

As an Assassin, he fought for the idea of attacking from the shadows!

"Why be so vigilant?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"We could have had a better encounter, didn't we?"

When it was dark, demagogic voices echoed, nowhere to be found and everywhere, like shadows from the soles of the feet, a refreshing fragrance rose, turning into women in thousands of postures, stretching out a pair of hands as white as lotus roots, caressing Thoth's cheeks, chin, and Adam's apple, brushing away the vigilance that should have been maintained on the battlefield like dust, leaving only pure love and madness in my heart - emotions and beauty are vain things to the gods, but to the true gods of the witch's path, they are heart-eroding poison, It's a knife that scrapes bones! ….

Of course, Chick didn't think that such a bewitchment could make an existence of the same level *** fascinated, but as long as there was a moment of distraction, he could deliver a deadly killing move!

Unexpectedly, the Hidden Sage smiled, without the taunts of the hunters, without the arrogance of the rulers, without the indifference of the gods, like a teenager who had met love, Chick's heart palpitated, but the poisonous blade of ice and snow had already pierced instinctively—but there was no blood splattering, no flesh festering, his attack sinking into a peaceful lake, and clusters of yellow daffodils exuding a delicate fragrance.

Chick looked at the clear lake with some feeling, a dark-haired girl sleeping under still water, no ornaments, no fancy clothes, so spotless, as beautiful as a baby's sweet dream, people can't help but want to get closer, want to touch......

Wrong!

As an assassin, the sense of crisis pulled Chick by the hand at the last moment, but it was still a step too late, and the girl's eyes suddenly opened, and the bright starlight spread from behind him, enveloping Chick in it like a cocoon!

"...... you?!"

Seeing a familiar touch of purple bloom in the girl's eyes, Chick was shocked and angry - how could a hermit have the power to bewitch?! No, how could He bewitch me? The primordial witch who has always been good at bewitching the world?

Thoth, or Minerva, sighed in a masculine voice, "To be precise, it wasn't me who bewitched you, but the ...... in your heart mapping."

Chick wanted him to lose his mind for a moment, but Thoth didn't have the same idea.

The only thing that can intoxicate the arrogant beautiful boy of ancient Greece is his own reflection, and the one that fascinates the stunning witch is naturally his own reflection!

The gods are in full swing, and the angels are doing their jobs—the nails that the gods have planted so deliberately are showing their fangs today, and they are fighting to the end for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor, for the sake of the great empire, and for the sake of their own lives and interests.

In the dense forest on the outskirts of the province of Intis, the extraordinary beings of the Zarathu family had surrounded a group of Sun Believers, and the one led by gritted his teeth and ruthlessly took out a crystal bottle containing a luminous liquid, leaned back, opened his arms, and hissed, "Praise my lord, praise the sun—"

At the same time, the light in the crystal bottle became more and more intense, like a spark blooming!

"Stop him! This madman wants to burn us to death!"

"No, it's too far! I can't touch that guy's spirit line!"

The leader of this group of Sun Believers showed a cruel smile, and was about to pull off the restrain of the crystal bottle and return to the Lord's kingdom with a heroic posture, but his movements and expressions suddenly froze—the black spirit thread had been grasped, but in a few seconds, he had become a soulless puppet, and his accomplices had changed in the same way.

A direct descendant of the Zarathu family, who is also the leader of the pursuit party, saw this scene with the help of the sparrow puppet and said happily, "Ancestor!"

"How's the loss on your side?"

In the next second, the old man in a black robe and white beard appeared beside the little leader, and he said respectfully, "There are no dead or wounded above the demigods, and three people in the middle sequence are killed, ten are seriously injured, and sixteen are lightly injured." ….

The Duke of Zarathu bowed slightly, and was about to say something more, but his lips stopped moving, and the soothsayer's keen spiritual instinct told him that there were eyes hidden in the scorching woods behind him.

Shasala's voice rang out, and he slowly turned, swapping places with his projection.

"Gui'an, Zaratulqing."

Five or six different voices sounded together, men and women, crisp and hoarse, strangely and harmoniously together, "they" walked out of the dense forest, and the moment they saw "them" for the real face, the little leader's pupils shrank slightly in fear.

This is not a person, nor a group of people, but a deformed monster with many torsos mixed together, like a centipede magnified thousands of times, several hands and feet of different sizes support its movement, and there are seven or eight human faces on the torso supported by the white bones, some belong to well-maintained women, some belong to unsmiling men, some belong to the elderly, and some belong to the young...... Several of these faces were familiar to Zarathu.

"Secretary Antigonus." Zarathu said unemotionally, "I remember that at this time of year, you always stayed in the Land of Night."

"Ah, yes, this sunny season is good for galloping in the Hornachis Mountains, not in circles in the stone houses of man."

The centipede-shaped monster raised its head to look at the unpredictable canopy, and then said, "But it's been so busy today that I suspect that even if I just roll in the grass, a thunder will scorch me, or a fireball will burn me to ashes."

"You're laughing, secret puppets, projections, paper figures, there's always a way to get out."

"Get out?" A childish face let out a strange grunt, "Isn't that just running away?"

"Ever since my father's fall, I've been on the run, from continent to continent, erasing every footprint, every breath—like you said, the puppet, the projection,

Paper man, I always have a way to escape, but to run away is to escape, and even if I have a hundred clever means to choose from, I can't erase the fear that haunts my heart."

Antigonus said faintly, "When night falls, this fear magnifies infinitely, and I dare not expose myself to the night sky, nor sink into dreams."

"I've had enough."

As soon as the words fell, the twisted monster fell to the ground, like a puppet with a missing string.

And in the fog of history, there are two more figures chasing after me, the founding day of the Solomon Empire, the Red Angel waved his army to knock the storm believers to the land, tens of thousands of humans worshiped in the direction of the sunrise, and the cataclysm turned the originally prosperous Eastern Continent into a wasteland...... Specks of history passed by them, and Zaratul glanced at Antigonus, the son of the demon wolf, whose face was mad, and a cold, strange mask appeared on his face.

When did He accommodate the uniqueness of the "Fool"? Who helped Him?

These doubts were forced to the bottom of his mind, and Zaratul raced in his mind about the best way to escape.

Eventually, he looked into the canopy, and all kinds of divine power were surging—it was the most dangerous and safest place.

./hariot