At the same moment that the god of war's giant axe slashed down, Rose's figure had already disappeared into silence...... Then, the dark and heavy spider sacrifice blade cut through the star-filled air, flickering with a cold cold light, and in an instant, it had already cut into everyone's field of vision.

Target, Shirek.

The Spider Sacrifice Blade and the Scourge Sword collided with a low, extremely harsh noise, like the chirping of a worm! Mixed with the angry roar of the God of Murder, Ogmar couldn't help but be stunned.

Rose defected...... It's unexpected, but it seems to make sense.

Rose, the main god of drow and a god of betrayal and murder, evil and chaos, cruel and capricious, is the embodiment of the hopelessly evil of the dark elves. With ill will towards all beings, her so-called alliance with anyone is not destined to last, especially after she recently plundered the power of all the Drow gods, and that elusive mentality has become even more insane as her power has increased.

But how could Ciric not know about this?

Although he is called the god of madness, he is by no means short of cunning, and if the god of murder and lies is deceived by another god, then he is probably not qualified to manage the murder of the godhead.

Moreover, what does this qiē have to do with that human being?

Did he help Rose?

What did he help Rose do with what she could use against Ciric?

A large number of thoughts seemed to come to her in an instant, and Ogmar felt like she would soon be able to grasp a clue. But that was quickly interrupted by Ciric.

"They've been accused by that damn human, you idiot!"

Ogmar heard Ciric's thoughts, a mass of venomous resentment mixed with acid. Wrapped in incomprehensible meanings, he was silent for nearly a breath before he finally found his thoughts.

Could Ogma, the king of knowledge, the god of anecdotes, and the master of all creations, be a fool?

Ogma certainly couldn't be stupid, he was just confused by this unimaginable situation-

The consciousness of the gods can be several times faster than that of ordinary people. Even a dozen times, their reactions are not affected by the flesh and nerves. But this ability will always become a little rusty as the years go by—because they are under normal circumstances. You don't need this advantage...... Most of the time, the gods have become accustomed to using their powers as they please, using a huge power contrast to solve a problem that cannot be solved by divine power. Reaction speed doesn't necessarily help.

Although the incarnation of Immersion may change and reduce these advantages. But the connection of the magic net was still enough for the gods to use all their energy and be replenished by a steady stream of power, but now the magic net is gone. All gods can only face the dilemma of being weakened by Yan zhòng - limited divine power, limited reactions, except for the various advantages brought by the body of divine power, they are not much different from ordinary people.

And the reason why Ciric noticed the truth faster than Ogmar. Not because of his wisdom, but because his time to become a god was too short. Being human instinct has not been forgotten. It's also because he's seen it more than once. The deeds and power of the cunning and sneak attack of the man who wields the ancient evil in his hand.

It's unimaginable, it's hard to believe that the incarnation of the Spider God Queen could be so lightly controlled by a human, but that person controlled Rose, and then influenced Tampas, and this is the fact that Ogma must believe and face.

"Divine power, something dangerous, because it's subordinate to the rules—and once you lose the means to be above it, it's a dose of poison. You see, with just a little bit, you can render clear water pitch black. How scary?"

Like an admonition, like a taunt, a mockery, or something that even the gods couldn't suppress their anger, the man spoke slowly.

No, it's you, it's you, right?

The incarnation of the Lord of Knowledge narrowed his eyes and stared at his levitating figure, as if if he did not do so, his own would be captured by those silver eyes, and he would no longer be able to hold himself - just around the corner of his sight, the avatar of the God of War was wielding the battle axe in his hand, colliding with the Scourge Sword in succession with a piercing noise, and he even gave up his defense altogether, attacking Ciric with his great axe, with his arms, and even with his entire body...... only wants to lose both, or even exchange life for injury.

A slight remorse lingered in his consciousness like a worm, slowly gnawing at the gods' remaining sanity, making him wonder that perhaps the four gods, including himself, had been wrong from the beginning, and that they should not have stayed, or even appeared in this place. At the very least, that person should not be treated as a human being!

Can a person who can devour, transform, and use divine power still be considered a human being?

Not to mention that with a little bit of divine power, it can affect or even gradually erode an avatar of divine power? It seems that the only thing worth affirming is that Mithra's action has completely failed, and not only has he not sealed the evil thing, but he has also been corrupted by the evil thing. The power is so terrifying, just like those monsters that have been bitten by vampires and werewolves, as long as they are infected a little, they will only slowly transform into the most terrifying monsters in the end.

It's beyond the monster...... Ancient Evil.

Ogma pulled back.

The battle was pointless - Tampas had only been attacked once, and he had already been completely controlled, and the possibility of seizing that evil thing was already very small, so the only thing this avatar could do at the moment was to flee from here and inform his own body of this person's existence and the useless things that the seal had no effect.

The corners of the Knowledge King's lips rose slightly for a moment, and he looked at the human's silver eyes, his thoughts a little complicated.

The next time you meet, the power of the gods will bring you complete ruin.

The thought crossed his mind, and in the next moment, the avatar of the god had bloomed like fireworks!

Seventy-three copies, which is not a lot. But it was enough, and that was the most suitable part of the divine power that Ogmar's avatar possessed at this moment, which could be subdivided. Every minute of this divine power. can keep all his memories. And the light and darkness flickered, and they had escaped in every direction at the fastest speed!

The action is fast and slow, high and low, penetrating the ground, penetrating the dense fog of astral quality, and penetrating space...... And that subtle divine power. Also with enough wisdom to better hide yourself if still. They are indistinguishable from even the detritus of astral matter. In this vast astral plane, it is difficult for even true gods to fully capture all the parts and collect them all in a short period of time.

The small feeling of victory quickly dissipated in the consciousness of every crumb.

The King of Knowledge. can only show such a small trick. It's not worth getting complacent...... In fact, if he could, Ogma would have really liked to leave in some other, elegant way, even if it wasn't a little wolfy.

But he couldn't.

He knew very well that if he hesitated, he would not be able to escape...... It was an intuitive feeling, a warning, urging Him to make the most instinctive judgments. Get out of there, run away from that horrible pair. The scope of the silver eyes enveloped it, otherwise, a qiē will be irretrievable.

Those silver eyes......

The next time you meet, the power of the gods will bring you complete ruin - thoughts cross your consciousness, and the next moment, the avatar of the gods has bloomed like fireworks!

Seventy-three servings...... Hey?

At a moment that the gods couldn't comprehend, he had already broken down to the slightest divine power, and immediately fell apart again!

Unlike before, each of the incarnations of divine power that had been divided into seventy-three parts once again was completely unable to retain its own memory, speed, and even self, and at that moment, who was refined and refined turned into a kind of energy particles like a fine mist, diffused in the mist of the astral plane, rising layer by layer, and even the power of recombination had been temporarily lost!

What's going on?

That was Ogma's last consciousness before the complete split.

That's the psychic power? A sense of déjà vu.

Of course, Edward didn't specifically say his trick, he just reached out to the wriggling mist of divine power that was trying to recover. In front of the pale fingertips, the space rippled like the surface of the water, and in the midst of the ripples, a metallic light flashed in the dense fog formed by the divine power...... They twisted, retracted, and finally returned to their original form—a vague human form.

Ogmar, the god of knowledge who wore the short white robes of a bard and wielded a sword, was no longer the god of knowledge. When 'he' flew forward a few hundred feet and came to the Psychic Warlock, it was as if an invisible mirror had been erected in the space, reflecting the exact figure that was exactly like him, from the black robe to the smile on his lips.

Then, two pairs of silver eyes reflected the shadows of two murder gods.

"Lord Edward, don't you think about my opinion?"

The figure of the God of Murder was back to back, the Divine Disaster Sword in his hand was holding Tampas's giant axe and Rose's sacrificial blade respectively, and he blinked with a layer of dark flame eyes, as if he could still keep smiling: "I'm different from them, a little loss of divine power is nothing to me." I don't mind giving you some of my divine power if you need it, and if you have higher requirements, I can help you too. And you ......"

He paused: "Your strength is not perfect, right, as long as the opponent's strength exceeds yours too much, you have no way to change their divine power." ”

Simple, yet correct judgment.

But Edward didn't answer him.

He simply gave the answer with his actions - the tentacles of the heart extended, and he simply tugged at the hands and feet of the god of murder.

"It's a pity, Lord Edward, really. Ciric didn't struggle any further, just sighed to Edward. He let the silver light spread through his body: "But there's still a chance, you'll understand." ”

The aftermath lingered, the firelight flickered and extinguished, and Rose, Tempas, and Ciric were gone. Only five Edwards walked opposite each other, and when their figures staggered, a sigh of tranquility was restored.

Before the lonely tower, there was only Edward......

He opened his limbs and contracted. Falling to the ground.

The moment the avatar of divine power fused with his body, the swelling pain was like a file rubbing against his nerves, and the terrible pain burned down his body like a flame. His spirit was a little foggy...... But it was only a moment, and the moment the flames were extinguished, a cold feeling gradually rose from every inch of the limbs.

The Psychic Mancer's eyes narrowed. It felt as if every cell was jumping, dancing, it was an extremely comfortable feeling, it was genuine, the divine power that was integrated into one's body and soul, and the feeling of power that had been contributed to the royal power was very different!

But alas. To him, this power is nothing but rootless water...... Ground-grabbing winds.

Without the support of the gods, although the divine power can still be used to invoke the response of the magic net. But the amount of the ontology is lost, the amount of it will be less, and it will no longer be able to do that kind of profligacy. But if you get God again, will you use it like kingship? The power to imprison the gods?

Answer. Probably no.

The gentle touch of his shoulder interrupted Dehua's thoughts, and he turned his head to look around the white slender hands to meet the tenderness and concern in the golden pupils.

Arieel's gaze wandered, as if desperate to determine the extent of his injury, but Sakura's lips were open, but she didn't seem to be able to say anything, simply holding on to Edward's arrow. Help him get up from the ground. Until he stood firm, his gaze was mixed with some inexplicable anger and questioning.

Thereupon. He curled the corners of his lips silently, then spoke. "I'm worried about you, I'm fine. ”

"Nobody cares if you're okay......! How is it ......" The girl's fair face turned slightly red, and then the two delicate eyebrows were twisted together because of this, and the look on her beautiful face made the psychic warlock suddenly want to laugh.

"Guess what?" he said. Then, as expected, I saw that the other person's face was even more rosy—but unfortunately mostly because of anger: "You! you ......"

"Don't worry, it's just a little trick and has nothing to do with Pandorian Ryan. He slowly straightened up, "We should leave." ”

Yes, should leave.

The psychic warlock could not guarantee that the divine power of the gods had been absorbed by him, even if after he absorbed these four incarnations, no god would know about his god-devouring power, but they might still bring more trouble, just relying on the cover of the dead magic zone, it was no longer safe, and that huge magic hole would even become the most conspicuous target.

As his words fell, the huge city trembled slightly, the silent breeze swept through his ears, and the debris of the stars slowly made bright marks on the rocks, and then the huge city began to glide towards the depths of the starry sky......

......

The faint sound of the wind crept through the narrow passages, the shrill sound sizzled and echoed, and the subtle stars with their silver trails were drawn to a point by some force. There is a thin and ugly shadow of a spirit sucker.

He looked no different from an ordinary monster, except that on his huge head, a pair of eyes were filled with rich darkness, and this purple-black also shone with the luster of spiritual energy, and the energy converged, pulling open a dark gap in the wall of the rock!

After a few moments, the Psicin slowly lowered its curly tentacles, its massive head swayed, and the blackness faded from his eyes.

......

A faint humming sound shook slowly and slightly through the stone floor, and tiny silvery dust filtered in through the lattice windows. The entire space is sprinkled with soft and quiet light and shadow, and the black soft plush robe seems to be plated with a layer of flowing mercury.

The Psychic Warlock sat behind his large desk, comfortably leaning back in his chair, seemingly closing his eyes. However, in his slightly closed eyes, there is a subtle halo of colorful colors, outlining a grand and detailed scene. Layers of collapsed corridors are being re-arched and reinforced, the rocks are being reshaped like soft mud, and the lines of broken magic are closing together, but in the blink of an eye, they are back to new - the whole city, like a giant creature, repairing its wounds, but the process has been accelerated thousands of times.

However, the cost of swiftness was just as great, and the stone elemental creature crouched quietly beside the psychic sorcerer's seat, like a piece of crystalline jade, but the flame-like orange-red color in its body had faded a lot, showing a heaviness similar to ochre.

This is only the result of repairing the main passages inside, and abandoning the outer walls that are unable to defend against the power of the gods, otherwise it may fall into a deep sleep due to the complete loss of power.

However, although such a consumption is huge, it does not reach the dangerous Cheng dù.

As long as there is half a day, a running mana core can completely make up for its lost power, right?

Edward reached out and stroked the smooth surface of the stone elemental creature, and the little thing arched his hand lazily...... But the psychic warlock immediately felt a chill - the tiny heat in his body was completely absorbed by it.

Could it be that in addition to earth and lava, this little guy has recently evolved the properties of ice?

The thought in his mind made Edward smile, he knew that it was impossible for elemental beings to evolve towards the opposite force, and that would undoubtedly be equivalent to weakening.

He raised his head and looked out the window, the silver stars dancing like clouds, the layers of dancing silver light symbolized the rapid movement of the city, and in the dark, the air around him had begun to change somewhat—very subtly, with a certain order, a sense of strength. Strands of silk slowly gather from all sides.

The magic net has quietly taken shape around it.

While it was still broken, subtle, and not even the so-called Zero Ring spell could be condensed, it still meant power (to be continued......