After experiencing countless flame jumps, swapping places with countless historical projections, and abolishing countless paper figure stand-ins, Zarathu is getting closer and closer to the scene of the divine war in the astral plane, and to the various extraordinary forces that collide frequently, vigorous life, mournful twilight, divine light, and turbulent ocean tides...... Among all the divine powers, there is nothing that worries Zarathu the most than the strict order!

In this most vast land, even the light of the sun bows down to the shadow of order!

The presence of the god gave Zarathu a sense of security, and he staggered forward, but not because of slackness, but because the thunderstorm of the Lord of the Storm rained down, and under the effect of "twisting", it lost its head and spread out like unwound twine—and one of the bolts happened to come at him!

Despite the gap in personality, Zarathu was not so easily hit—a few seconds earlier, spiritual intuition had alerted him, and what had been reduced to nothingness in the electric light was nothing more than a projection of history.

Wrong!

Zarathu woke up suddenly, there was no thunder, no projection, this was just a dream! Because he had indeed pondered how he could be blessed by the Black Emperor without being injured by the extraordinary power that flew everywhere, this dream really held him back for a few seconds!

Between the electric light and flint, the surrounding space-time is distorted and dislocated, ears of wheat, electric light, shadows, flames...... Everything at the scene of the Divine War seemed vague and distant, as if a black veil had fallen from the top of the head.

The Prototype of the Kingdom of God: The Mysterious Realm!

Antigonus grinned, revealing two fangs.

"Got you."

Silver-white plasma rained down, watercasing Thoth from the starlight cage that bound Chick, and the witch's strong desire to survive prompted the witch to seize on this line of life—countless snakeheads tore a crack in the cage like crazy, ignoring the dissolved flesh and bones, and just as he was about to escape, a stream of flames shot from afar!

The Red Angel and the Angel of Destiny have arrived!

"Click—"

A mirror shattered in flames.

Amon thought with a little regret: his hand slipped, and he originally wanted to steal the mirror stand-in, but he ended up getting the Plague Authority. A ray of black-green light floated across his monocle, and the freed Chick looked at him with resentment, crimson and near-black blood dripping from the snake's hair like dead grass, and the dripping ground turned into scorched earth and withered with life. At the other end of the battlefield, the younger body separated by the true creator has been defeated and cannot be divided again, and the grazed soul has returned to the true creator itself, and the older one has cooperated with Solomon and the sun, and the two gods of wisdom are entangled - in order to protect his own high combat power, Leodro struck.

"Yo, big eyes! Well done!"

For Thoth, resentment is one thing, but it's another to want to fight—it's the same thing that an information creature is afraid of electromagnetism as a fish is afraid of flame. Luckily, despite his nasty mouth, Medici was sweet enough on the battlefield to stop in front of Leodro with Ulorius.

A new round of fighting is on the verge of breaking out. ….

A labor pang struck his mind, and for a moment Thoth couldn't tell where he was. He was no stranger to this feeling, and as a master of prophecy, he could occasionally peek into the secrets of fate—at this moment, the fragments that might turn the future upside down uncontrollably and poured into his mind regardless of the occasion.

He saw the blood-red moon, like a malicious eye that looked at the earth, like a wolf looking at a ham locked in a glass case.

He saw a tree, a tree of great beauty, with a trunk as blue crystal, flowers as golden as grains of rice, leaves as dark as night—the red moonlight filtered through the branches and turned clear and silvery white, and the night wind stirred the treetops like a gentle song. In the next second, the fairytale picture of tranquility was torn apart, and the lush and beautiful canopy was gone, leaving only a bare trunk with a layer of dried blood on the section.

Thoth suddenly felt chills all over his body.

That's right...... When they are fighting for authority, land, anchors, and chaos,

How could those guys out there not do something?

A crack opened in the Divine Realm, and a giant scythe was raised high, and an existence that could be called a nightmare for all the surviving demon wolves stood on the other side.

The maniacal smile on Antigonus' face froze.

Even after many years, the soft and slender figure was still covered with a dull layer of blood—the bloodthirsty and non-murderous, the prey and the loyalty, quiet as a shadow, bathed in his father's blood, and walked to a new level in the horrified gaze of the clan.

The goddess of doom had not yet been covered in a black veil, and the pleasure and relief were unobstructed by a look that Antigonus had never seen before—curiosity inexplicably grew up, and for a moment overcame fear, until the elder sister yelled at him to flee, and the other weaker siblings were soon separated—and his scythe was always sharp.

After escaping some distance, he glanced back in horror and horror to find that Amanises was not chasing, but just standing by the winding river of blood, quietly watching in the direction of their flight.

Thousands of years passed in Antigonus's mind, and only a second passed in the real world, and the son of the demon wolf quickly distanced himself and fled like his father on the day he fell, and Amanises did not spare him this time, countless historical projections were erased one after another like pencil prints, and the tide of fear swallowed up the mysterious realm, but it was not enough to make an angelic king desperate - he ran into the mists of history, into a hidden history related to dragons in the early Second Age.

I can still escape as always. Amanisis sighed quietly, no, it is better to escape, after all, he is now a king of angels.

Without waiting for Zarathu to consider what to say, He left silently, as if he had never been here.

The red moon in his hand became more and more demonic, and he glimpsed some unpleasant movements from it.

After returning from the western frontier, Bethel Abraham was observing the star map overhead—Orion dodging the scorpion, and the scorpion chasing the Orion, as always. ….

Although he is not interested in mundane affairs by nature and is keen to explore the stars, since he bears the name of "Duke", he will occasionally do something beneficial to the Empire, such as after settling the war-fighting people, he goes to the western frontier and either tears down or banishes those fire-breathing metal lumps, which solves the urgent needs of the Sauron family - although Duke Abraham is not a helpful character, it feels good to let go of a personal debt once in a while.

Incidentally, the driving core of the Gear Knights is a rare mineral called Eigerredstone, which is currently being held in the palm of Duke Abraham's hand as a trophy and tossed around with - he is used to rubbing a shiny piece or two as he thinks.

"Ancestors." A "traveling mage" flashed beside him, lowered his voice and said, "I have examined the family members who have roamed the starry sky in the past half century with the relics of the 'That', and their bodies have not been abnormal, and their memories have not been abnormally damaged."

"That" is the ancient sun god, and Abraham's ancestors received a gift from God at the same time as they received a "God-given surname".

Bethel signaled that he knew, but the descendant did not immediately retreat.

"What else?"

"Aren't you going to participate in the Divine War?" In order to appear more appropriate, the descendant hurriedly added, "After all, you are the most powerful angel king in everyone's opinion."

"The offenders are nothing more than a plate of loose sand, and His Majesty the Emperor and the True Creator, plus those few people, can handle it completely." Bethel looked at the star map with a grim face, "I have more important things to do here."

[When the betrayers once again attack the victims who have risen from the mud, the malice from outside this world will quietly seep like venom. 】

He believed that his interpretation of the prophecy was correct, and that the ominous future must have happened, absolutely, somewhere.

。./hariot

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