The remaining demon beast powerhouses are all pillars, but they are meaningless in front of the army of the undead who will never be reduced.

The guy who shouted, "I'm too strong, I've never been hurt," was very meaty, a turtle race.

The second half of his sentence was: "Of course, if you don't impress me, then the original theocracy belongs to me."

It's a pity that as the penultimate representative of the demon beast who persevered, he couldn't escape the baptism of the army of the undead, like a can covered by ants, torn to pieces inch by inch.

What really persevered to the end was Ai Luti, who had been very low-key throughout the competition, silently beating a qiē save zài beside him.

Her fights are extremely boring, there are no light and shadow fluctuations, and there are not even any martial arts movements, the way of attack is simply punching and kicking, and the way of defense is to let the tide of corpses scratch and bite.

But her persistence made a lot of sense, giving the tournament organizers time to take urgent measures.

The oracle light from the World Tree enveloped the audience:

"According to the rules of the competition, please stop fighting and send a representative to enter the World Tree if you decide that humanity will win. Any act of killing or injuring a subsequent player will be considered a violation. ”

The living, including a few representatives of the demon beasts who still had one breath left, a few demon beasts that had just died and still had some self-consciousness in their souls, and the humans who were manipulating the army of the undead and the prototype of the Sea Threshold Song in the distant corners, all froze after being shrouded in the oracle.

But the dead bodies and the songs of the Dead Sea that are still in operation have not stopped?

In such a hexagram, the one who was cheated the most was Ai Luti!

Eluti, who could have maintained a place in the tide of corpses, was instantly overwhelmed by the army of undead who broke the embankment, and the uncontrollable and frantic zombies and skeletons formed a tower, and climbed towards the location of the Silver Moon World Tree in the direction of the oracle light

Although objectively speaking, with these corpse tides to the height of the silver moon, the uncontrolled situation of the corpses still surprised Oldemun, and more importantly. The Dead Sea Threshold Song in the distance is also absorbing the souls of the monsters that have just died, and if the souls are sucked away, then there is really no hope for the continuation of these ethnic leaders

So he hurriedly pulled the light of the oracle and took all the souls that could be collected back to the World Tree, and first kept these seedlings for follow-up planning.

Under such a hasty pull, one-third of the souls of the strong were still sucked into the Dead Sea Threshold Song.

Then, the first false god created by mankind was born.

This guy is like an entangled group of fish-eating nematodes, each tentacle is a long neck, and the neck lines show the characteristics of different races of body lines.

The tentacles are called necks. It's because the top of each tentacle has a human face, a solemn pale face like a plaster cast.

This weird appearance is even the heads of hundreds of hideous monsters, but it is a bunch of joyless and sad human face images, so disgusting that it is difficult to look at directly.

What's even more bizarre is that this ghost-like monster actually has quasi-god-level strength!

As soon as it appeared, the God's Field Force Field enveloped the surrounding space, though not as powerful as the creator god Oldemun. But it was enough to make it difficult for the subsequent oracle light to interfere directly.

"I can't imagine that human beings can do such a thing in despair, such an accidental situation, in the entire universe is encounterable but unattainable?"

"It's a pity that such a cherished sample was destroyed in a hurry. I'll leave it alone and watch the rest of humanity develop. ”

With this in mind, Odemun actually stopped at that critical moment!

Then when counting the remnant souls of the rescued demon beasts. Oldemun was surprised to discover that two half-dead creatures had actually landed on the Silver Moon with some of their bodies together.

One of them is a rabbit with average strength, but surprisingly good luck.

And another. It was a head with a resolute expression, full of unwillingness, and gradually closed its eyes.

"Eloti, why are you, how are you always there?"

The original owner of this head was imprisoned by the oracle light when he was in the middle of a fierce battle, and most of the energy was still concentrated in the body part, so the remaining head was not nutritious, and even if he woke up again, he would probably lose his memory.

And her neck happened to be bitten by several zombies when the oracle light was pulling, and the skeleton was pinched, as the most vulnerable part, she had no choice but to move

The creator god has no intention of seeking justice for one party, in his opinion, as long as the victory or defeat that happens on the planet is the process of these civilizations themselves, the only valuable thing is to preserve the information of various life forms, and not to let a once glorious civilization completely extinct.

So the next thing is to let these remaining demon beast representatives deal with it themselves, and he puts more energy into recruiting the wandering gods of the universe to stay.

And then the later developments can basically be read from the human literature.

After the successful counterattack of the human race, they began to carry out revenge and cleansing of other demon beast populations, and it was a bloody storm for hundreds of years, and then gradually became a strong race.

But less than 100 years after humanity has been in power, conservatives advocate recuperation, while radicals advocate continued expansion and the expulsion of a non-human race.

The two factions diverged, and humanity itself fought for decades of war.

During this period, there were also small-scale counterattacks launched by the residents of Silvermoon from time to time, and a small number of demon descendants who were occasionally awakened to fish in troubled waters, but they could only be regarded as episodes on the stage of the whole human race.

One of the most noteworthy episodes is the follow-up of Eluti.

Arguably the biggest trophy of the radical faction, the headless Eluti was picked up and studied, and for a considerable period of time, it almost supported the world's supply of necromancers.

It wasn't until the Order of the Dead, born out of the radical Order of the Dead, that the Council of Shadows was suppressed, expelled, and dismissed by the Conservative Holy See of Light, that some pieces of meat left in petri dishes grew randomly unattended.

And the Ai Luti that Ai Wei and others know at present is one of the luckiest pieces of meat, successfully differentiating into a complete individual.

The other fragments, at least according to the information provided by Odemun, were grotesque sarcomas.

As for the honest Ailuti head who moved with his body and flew to the silver moon, he was regarded as a member of the survivors of the ancient demon beast tribe, and since he woke up, he was cried by the souls around him about "the most despicable behavior of mankind". Ignorantly agreed to give up part of the brain capacity for the former "allies" to inhabit.

Later, these miscellaneous fragments of thought gradually merged, and the character of the stuffy jar became a simple and rough battle maniac, except for sometimes dreaming that he had a body and a sister with the same face during naps between wars, and he never thought much about other pursuits.

After the biography, continue the official history.

The war was fought endlessly, and finally one day, the forces on all sides were exhausted. At a time when it felt powerless, the Holy See of Light, which was born out of the conservatives, seized the opportunity to spur the germ of war-weariness in some countries.

Relying on a period of silent infiltration and the action of treating the sick and helping others regardless of race, the Holy See of Light finally won the recognition of the majority of the people and became the most mainstream group in the world with a peaceful and universal attitude.

And the one who single-handedly contributed to this peaceful situation was actually the human-faced tentacle monster pseudo-god who had the "uncanny valley" theory and the "dense phobia" effect at the same time. That is, the current God of Light!

"He's such a good boy, during the time I've been tending to the cosmic playground, this unexpected little guy has actually handled the planetary things in an orderly manner, maybe I should send you to see the god of light?"

When Oldemern's inquiry rang in Ivy's ears. She was shocked to find that she was on her own.

Moreover, Ivy and Oldemun are no longer in the graphic realm of the creator god, and are brought back to the real world by the old man, and fly to the orbit of the sun at high speed.

"The history of civilization has been introduced, and your companions have made requests that they want to talk to some of the beings with whom they are bound. So I satisfied them. ”

The old man saw that Ivy had woken up, and made a vigilant gesture, and hurriedly explained.

He snapped his fingers. Several floating mirrors appeared in front of Ivy.

In the mirror, several friends are talking to some subjects.

Ruri and her grandfather sat in the forest cabin and had a long talk.

With her overwhelming size and momentum, Beludi is counting down a weak rabbit-eared young man.

Ailuti, who was finally sent to the silver moon and met with the ark Ailuti, these two guys looked for each other and entangled with each other to avoid each other for so long, but they didn't expect the creator god to crash into each other with a snap of his fingers.

But in the mirror, they are tense and seem to be arguing about something.

"Can you put the sound out? I'm not afraid of spoilers!

Ivy expressed her dissatisfaction with the old man's consistent appetite behavior:

"This kind of trailer-like thing, trying to force me to death?"

"It's not right to peek at other people's privacy, Miss Bright Breasts, who will be hated by her friends. ”

A title that I hadn't heard in a long time come from far away.

That was the direction of the sun, the target that Oldemun and Ivy flew to, a pot-shaped floater around the sun.

The material of the pot is an indescribable white, softer than silver, more shining than gypsum, and although the background is the huge light source of the sun, the strong light released by the greatest and most central star of the whole galaxy cannot hide the sense of existence of a white pot.

You must know that even sunspots, which are only weaker than the surface temperature of the sun, will form dark spots visually, even if their energy can easily melt hundreds of planets.

But the soft white light of this pot against such a strong light background is simply amazing, and this white light can be seen directly, unlike real luminous objects that hurt the eyeballs.

"It's as if the abstract concept of light is projected directly into people's hearts, instead of violently revealing their own existence with strong radiation."

"Wait a minute, where did you hear a description of this method, what appears to be the Wings of Light, when he described my god-given powers?"

"And that obscure title of the Chest of Light, which only a few Supreme Saints know, could it be that in this jar is the founder of the Holy See, the first man-made god in history, the God of Light?"

When Ivy thought of this, she and Oldemun had already come close to the pot, and from here it was the size of a small three-story cottage, which was quite large.

More than a dozen tentacles stretched out from the hollow wall of the pot, which were the human-faced octopus tentacles that Ivy had seen in previous images.

"Welcome, my benefactor, spiritual mentor, and long-forgotten friend, Mr. Oldemun, the creator god! And the hope of the Holy See and humanity, miraculously appeared in my sight, and inspired the supreme saint of the power of beauty, Alice Vale, the chest of light, where are your breasts?

The tentacles of the god of light frantically looked around Ivy's latest loli body type, but he couldn't find the spherical curve that was so full that it was about to overflow, full of temptation and forbidden beauty!

All kinds of shocks and losses make the faces at the front end of the tentacles shocked, sluggish, crazy, and screaming one by one, as if they have overturned a massive compressed package, and the hunting expression is sprinkled all over the starry sky (to be continued......