A long time ago, the god of God, Io, was angry at the slackness of the gods and their disregard for many living beings, and finally drove the gods out of the realm and banished them to the main material plane. It was a time known as the Turbulent Times, when the gods were forced to descend to the earth and trek as saints. They traveled, fought, and died as mortals, and within a dozen years, a terrifying number of fallen gods had fallen. Mortals seized the opportunity to seize the power of the ownerless and replace the old gods with new ones, and Ciric was one of the successful ones.

According to some hidden legends, the real cause of Io's anger was a betrayer among the gods who stole a treasure that Io regarded as his life. The gods are the hounds released by Io, tasked with recovering the treasure. In any case, during that time, the gods did suffer heavy casualties. By the time the incident ended, the god had already completed a major blood change.

The only one who wasn't caught up was Haym, the god of the guards, whom Io appointed as the gatekeeper of the Domain to prevent the other gods from sneaking back into the Domain. Heim faithfully carried out his orders, and is said to have killed a goddess who wanted to return to the realm of the gods without permission.

After that incident, the gods finally realized that Haim, who had always been low-key and never showed the dew, was the henchman of the god Io. Although Haim's strength is only in the middle of the gods, even the most powerful gods are afraid of him. Because no one knows if Io has given Heim the power to be different.

So, even though Ciric is confident that he has an overwhelming advantage, he still maintains a cautious attitude. From the previous words, he realized that Haim had been paying attention to himself for a long time, and even had some insight into his own arrangement. In this case. Heim also dared to make a brazen move. Unleash a sneak attack that isn't too clever. Ciric felt. If Heim wasn't crazy, he must have relied on something. The biggest problem now is that Ciric doesn't know if he's facing an 'enemy' or an 'enemy'.

Violent sparks erupted between the two blades, staggered and retracted. Following the sudden force of Ciric, Heim leaped back lightly. After landing on the ground, he stepped on the ground, rustled and continued to slide back. Ciric did not take advantage of the situation to pursue. Instead, he spread out his hands and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, you guessed it. From the moment I became a god, I had too much power. After that, I continued without restraint, taking advantage of the good opportunities given by the turbulent years, and repeatedly seized the power of other gods. When I suddenly realized that I had become a torch in the night, hated and guarded by all the gods, I had already stabilized. So I wrote "True Nerves" and pretended to be tricked into reading it. Turned into a madman. Seriously, there's such a thing as power. It's really hot to take too much. If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid that even Io was murderous to me at that time. ”

Ciric explained enthusiastically, while secretly keeping an eye on all the movements around him. He spread his consciousness and enveloped a qiē within a radius of twenty kilometers, and probed for any suspicious disturbances. At the same time, with a charming smile, Ciric continued to say in a tone of regret:

"And, as long as the god of God, Io, reigns for a day, He can take away what I have at any time. Huh, God? At the end of the day, he's just a slave who handles chores for Io. From the moment we ascended to the throne, we lost all affection. I remember the dark girl Edith once said that becoming a god is nothing more than a tool to manage the multiverse. From the moment we ascend to the throne, the real us is dead. All that remains is strength and wisdom, exercising divine power from the icy throne of God, doing their best to keep the multiverse running until they are replaced by those who come after them. ”

"If you really think so, you can give up all your divine power and become a mortal again. No one will stop you, and I believe that many gods will celebrate with their hands in hand. ”

Heim's cold interface was exchanged for a mocking look from Ciric. Anyone could tell that Haim's words were hypocritical enough, and he was simply talking nonsense with his eyes open. If Ciric did what Heim said, the moment he became mortal again, other gods who had been hostile to him for thousands of years would descend. They will definitely shatter Ciric's body into pieces, and crush his soul into ashes. Therefore, Shirek had a feeling that his intelligence was insulted, and with blatant disdain, he said slowly:

"Ah, I almost forgot, it's your stunt to play dumb. With this trick, you climbed to where you are now. From the beginning until now, you seem to have been accusing me of being ambitious. What about yourself? Don't tell me, you just descended to the main material plane. Don't forget, since the beginning of the turbulent times, I have been hiding in the main material plane. No god can hide from my senses, and you are no exception. ”

“...... What do you know?"

Heim was silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice. Ciric laughed out loud, then gritted his teeth and said:

"You are the most loyal lackey of Io, simply because you are a smart man. When faced with an invincible master, you will carefully retract your claws and obediently fall to the ground and wag your tail. But seeing your master in charge of everything, don't you have the desire to take his place? Io has definitely given you something to rely on to appease your ambitions and put you above the gods, but no one knows. Now that Io is dead, you finally can't help but want to do something. Since your first target is mine, it means that you are determined to stand up and destroy the most powerful gods of our time. No one will dare to disobey you after that, but have you missed anything?"

"Strength is a thing! You know, Ciric! If you can get absolute power, any trick is a joke!"

Heim roared abruptly, and he slashed sideways with a sword of unbelievable force. Ciric let out a sneer, raising his sword to block. After a loud bang, he flew upside down, fell far down the steps of the temple, and crashed into a private house. The entire house of stone and hardwood immediately collapsed, and the rubble shot like it had been hit by a cannonball. A cloud of smoke and dust quickly stretched into the distance, and it was the unstandable Shirek smashing through walls and pillars, destroying a series of buildings with his body.

As Heim leaps into the air and pounces in the direction of Ciric's disappearance in pursuit, Murphy, whose ears are bloodied, sighs. He looked up and saw star-like points of light shining in all directions, keeping a distance from each other, cautiously approaching.

It seems that the arrival of the platinum dragon god Bahamut is only a prelude, and he is likely to be a rafter with a root. From the conversation between Ciric and Heim, Murphy learned for the first time about Io, the god of God, and also learned that Io had disappeared. Then the first thing he could think of was a bloody battle between the gods.

After all, Io's legacy, as well as his legacy, was enough to drive all the gods mad. In the centuries since Io's disappearance, the ambitious gods have presumably been amassing their strength in preparation for the inevitable deathmatch. The arrival of Bahamut was like dropping fire on dry wood filled with oil, and now the gods who were waiting for the opportunity were all in action.

The key point is that one of the strongest gods of the day, Ciric, openly appears and fights the most promising Heim. If they could make a perfect ending with one dead and one wounded, the other gods would surely be ecstatic. They will definitely seize the opportunity that is not encountered in a thousand years, fall into the well of the winner, and then rob the ownerless divine power and divine power. At that time, the deterrence that binds the gods will all disappear, and they will be able to truly divide the entire main material plane and encircle their own territory.

It would be a protracted war, billions of times more terrible than that of a mortal king for territory. Murphy can conjure up countless horrific scenes, such as draining the souls of thousands of mortals to use as casting materials for divine spells. Or slaughter the living of an entire country and build a huge army of the undead out of corpses.

"God......"

Murphy murmured in a mournful voice, such an outcome was contrary to his wishes. But with Murphy's strength, he can only be a pawn in the God War. Even if he is given the power to rival Ciric, in his current form, he can only protect himself at best, or be caught in the whirlpool of divine warfare, trampling mortals like ants in order to achieve victory.

Sand rose on the ground in the distance, and a battle had come to an end. The deep red dragon of Wisconstin's incarnation tore like a real beast, tearing off large swaths of flesh from the brass dragon. From the moment he lost the opportunity, the brass dragon failed to make a decent resistance. It was completely suppressed by an unrivaled force, and it was almost disemboweled. Now the brass dragon's neck had been broken into three, hanging limply from the side. Half of its scales were swept away, revealing flesh covered in tooth marks and paw prints.

When his opponent no longer moved, Wisconsin raised his head and let out a terrible dragon groan. He stared at Bahamut suspended in the air, and spread his wings in brazen fashion, trying to flap his tattered wings.

"That's enough, stop. ”

Amundra flew from afar on a unicorn and landed in front of Wisconsin. In the crook of his left arm was the Helen, who had been rescued from the air when he had just arrived in the stormy city of Senlan. The flames burned in the eyes of the Deep Red Dragon, meaning that his anger was far from extinguished. Amundra didn't care, but stepped off the unicorn, put the unconscious Helian on the ground, and then took two steps back, and said to Wisconsin, who was staring at her:

"I told you how sad it is to not get the lover you desire. But there is one thing I forgot to teach you, and that is to cherish what you have. Immature people will look into the distance and forget to look down at their surroundings. ”

With that, Amundra drew his sword. He pointed his sword at the silent Deep Red Dragon, and said word by word:

"Actually, you don't have less than others, stupid student. Let the childish venting end here, self-pity and self-harm do not belong to knights. You should think about it, if it weren't for the power of the True Dragon Knight, you would have been buried among the civilians of Stormwind City today. Fate is fair, and it has never done you any wrong. (To be continued......)