The dark giant's body obscured the sky, trying to maintain the last shred of his sanity, and walked towards the ocean. His footsteps broke through the ocean, stirring up layers of black tsunamis.

After the ritual of the high-dimensional return to summon the true Creator, His consciousness descended into madness once again.

Suddenly, darkness and lightning intertwined, and a thick lightning bolt seemed to tear the sky in half.

In the light of the lightning that constantly roared in the sky, Klein. Moretti seemed to feel what Darek saw in the Godforsaken Lands.

It was pure darkness, desperate darkness. Only lightning can slightly illuminate the surroundings, and the rest is a thick, frightening darkness.

He suddenly fell into a daze because of the darkness, he had just arrived at the place where Panatia had been teleported through the "door" he had constructed, and saw Dunn who was trying his best to hold Pannatya back with his own ability. Smith et al.

But no matter what the pathway is, it is a qualitative change at the stage of sequence four. Even these Sequence Five Extraordinaires who cooperated tacitly couldn't completely stop Panatia, who was frantically attacking everything around her.

Seeing the "professor" who came to him, the madness in Panatia's eyes was further ignited. She deflected her body slightly, and black flames burned around her.

"It's ...... you"

Her voice was sharp, and she said to Klein in front of her, a little hysterical: "I'll just say why anyone knows our plan every step of the way, and why what we do is sabotaged by the Night Church......"

"I thought the traitor was Mr. Z, but I didn't expect it to be you. How did you get the favor of the true Creator? ”

The favor of the true Creator? Leonard's face changed slightly, and he looked at Professor Moriarty in front of him.

Crane didn't bother with Panatia's frantic attacks, just crouched in the distance and silently manipulated her spirit thread.

Panatia has the strength of Sequence 4, and Crane is only able to temporarily possess the power of the Puppet Master by touching magical items, so it takes a long time for him to control the spirit thread of a demigod.

Seeing that her spirit thread was being controlled, Panatia suddenly flashed and moved several steps outward. Crane was too far away from Panatia to manipulate her spirit thread, so he reluctantly took two steps back and continued to try to reach out and grab the pitch-black silk threads above Panatia's head in a relatively safe place.

Panatia looked at the persistent Klein in front of him and smiled instead of anger, and grabbed it in the air, creating a large area of fire.

Now she is like a disaster walking on the ground, with Panatia's uninterrupted movements, the iron-black mist continues to spread in the air, she looks at the figure in the distance, and she can't help but show a smile on her face.

"There are still more reliable people in the Aurora Society, but I didn't expect Gao Wei, this bastard, to really succeed." Panatia smiled with satisfaction, and gently held her right hand in the air, forming a spear that was frozen in ice.

She threw the spear to the ground, and pieces of ice rose from around her body, enveloping her body.

Under the cover of the black mist that no longer filled the air, Panatia decisively turned around and ran.

With the real Creator to help her get attention, she doesn't have to worry about the Night Church and the Storm Church chasing her. If you don't run now, when will you wait?

Crane gritted his teeth, and a flash appeared in front of Panatia. With a casual finger of Panatia, dozens of invisible silk threads shrouded Klein's body, and the tough silk threads entangled his body and smashed him against the wall next to him.

Klein curled up in pain, his spine broken. He pressed his right hand lightly on his back and led it to the side.

Almost instantly, the injury of the broken spine was transferred by the "magician" to the prosthetic leg that was not his original in the first place. Mr. A's flesh magic was very durable, and soon the flesh on that arm squirmed and the injury was completely repaired.

Panatia's footsteps stopped, and she just wanted to kill the inner ghost "Professor" with the ice gun in her hand, when she was once again killed by Dunn. Smith dragged into the dream.

And the homeless people around her who died also stood up one after another, and under Dai Li's control, and the unwilling and desperate pain that these homeless people originally contained, they were transformed into spirits and living corpses.

They seemed to know why they were dying, and they pounced on the "Nightingale of Despair" in front of them very cooperatively.

"Inexplicable." After easily breaking free from the dream, Panatia took a step backwards, out of the Klein Spirit Line's control. She stroked her hand gently in front of her, creating a widespread fire.

At the same time, she sprang forward, and a small black dagger appeared in her hand with a flip of her wrist. She was once an Assassin too!

A skilled assassin!

Crane subconsciously leaned back with the combat instincts he had gained during the "Joker" period, and made an extremely difficult move to narrowly avoid Panatia's attack.

Panatia was about to elbow Crane to hit his left heart, but found that Crane left the spot with a "flash" and appeared next to him.

She was not surprised, she just smiled slightly, and her right hand gently grasped Klein's place, and several transparent silk threads suddenly controlled Crane, making him unable to move.

The match in Klein's coat pocket burned, and flames stretched out to burn Panatia's silk thread. But Panatia didn't panic at all, and quickly approached Crane to prevent him from using that extraordinary item!

And Panatia's way of preventing Crane from using her extraordinary items was also quite simple and rude, she quickly approached Crane's body, and directly cut off Crane's hand wearing "Wriggling Hunger" with the sharp blade in her hand against the pain of being manipulated by the spirit thread!

And before she could go any further, Dunn. Smith arrived just in time to drive the spirit of nature back against Panatia in front of Crane, who endured the pain of his broken arm and grabbed the wriggling hunger on the ground with his prosthetic leg that Mr. A had pinched out with flesh magic.

After removing the wriggling hunger from his severed left hand, the "wriggling hunger" was naturally transformed into a glove that could be worn on the right hand.

Without hesitation, Crane took it with his intact right hand and continued to manipulate the spirit thread. And this time, Panatia, who was completely surrounded by the three of them, was obviously weakened, and although she was evenly matched with several people, there was no way to continue to spread a large area of plague.

A flock of crows flew through the sky, seemingly peering at the countless dead bodies on the ground. But then one of the crows lowered his head, and the obvious white circle around his right eye socket made him look very eye-catching.

Soon, all the crows in the sky appeared in a white circle at the right eye frame.

The crows converge like a sign of death. A worm of time appeared in Amun's hand, and a sneer hung on his face.

He looked at the huge octopus head that was fighting the real Creator in the distance, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Mr. 'Gate' returned to reality, but did not interfere with it in any other way. If I'm not mistaken, it should be that he holds the 'Source Fort', and even if he doesn't accommodate it, he should already have some of the authority of the 'Source Fort'. ”

"Is his extraordinary nature, then, still trapped in the seals of the Lord of the Storm and the Goddess of the Night? No, it is also possible that in order to get rid of the pollution of the fallen mother goddess, he voluntarily gave up his own identity and used the 'fool' path to promote the true god. ”

"Storm Lord ......"

Amon smiled happily, just about to make his own body appear in Beckland, but suddenly he was attracted by an unstoppable spiritual intuition, and his head seemed to be forcibly pulled to the sky by some force.

At the moment when Amon looked at the sky, Klein, who held the "Source Castle", also subconsciously raised his head under the guidance of his spirit. However, at this moment, he saw a huge "bug".

This giant insect that seemed to encircle the entire sky had the color of the universe, and its mouth was like a black hole that could devour everything. The dappled light around His body seemed to be a mixture of countless extraordinary properties.

Near his terrifying fangs flowed down some glittering fragments that appeared in reality, but quickly disappeared into concrete form.

It's a fragment of a part of the Astral Barrier!

There seems to be a huge hole in the air!

No, it was a tiny hole in the corresponding astral barrier of Beckland, which appeared in this way in reality!

Klein closed his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed uncontrollably from his eye sockets. The giant bug seemed to have an illusory body, but it was also trying to move from an illusory state to a substance.

This means that He is trying to come down to reality from where there are some loopholes!

With the help of the "decay" authority of the "Declining King", "Primordial Hunger" temporarily destroyed the barrier of the astral plane, temporarily creating a "big hole" in the air!

Amon hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about whether to use his own strength to close this "loophole". But then he gave up and decided not to wade into the troubled waters.

Not to mention that he is not a true god in the "wrong" way now, just the old days in the sky are easy to let themselves die violently.

"Old ......"

The corners of Amon's mouth were slightly hooked, looking very pleasant. It was as if he had seen something very interesting, and he was looking forward to what would happen.

And as this huge insect appeared in the air, trying to descend directly from the astral realm to the material world, the fallen mother goddess who was boringly observing the surroundings on the ground also raised her head, and countless pitch-black tentacles appeared behind her, supporting the container that was only fifteen or sixteen years old and quickly moving outward.

And when the old pollution was about to break through the astral boundary and enter the material world, the "Storm Lord" roared angrily, and an extremely bright thunderbolt slowly appeared from the sky, and this thunder and lightning broke through the clouds and smashed down like the wrath of the heavens.

The Lord of the Storm is ready to cut off the polluted and material worlds of the "Primordial Hunger" and the "Declining King" at the cost of all of Bakeland!

Under the consideration of divinity, this act of "breaking the wrist of a strong man" is the most efficient and the least damage to solve the "pollution of the old days".

The Fallen Mother Goddess came to Crane's side in a very short period of time, and gently covered Crane's eyes with her right hand.

"Don't look."

The Fallen Mother Goddess said very unskillfully to Klein, who was bleeding and tearing beside her, and he gently clenched his right fist, and with the help of the power of part of the "Mother Nest", he began to pollute reality.

With the effect of the "Mother Nest", the will of the Mother Earth Goddess was obviously shaken, and the divine power began to run wild uncontrollably. The surrounding vegetation began to grow wildly, and the blood-red vines tangled into a clump of canopy, enveloping the entire Beckland in a blood-colored nest.

Seeing this, the goddess of the night had wanted to directly descend to dispose of the container of the fallen mother goddess, but he suddenly discovered that these blood-red nests were helping the somewhat rudimentary shelters, absorbing most of the pollution from the heavens and the attacks from the "Storm Lord" that were enough to destroy Bakeland.

Seeing this, the goddess of the night said no more. After roughly understanding the current firm stance of the Fallen Mother Goddess, she descended directly to the void of the astral plane. With a slight use of the power of the moon, he let a crimson moonlight shine on the earth.

With the blessing of the moonlight, although the vine giant structure formed by the "brood" was shattered by the full force of the Storm Lord, it still blocked the blow. Most of Beckland's urban area survived, and the rest was reduced to ashes by the roar of thunder and lightning.

Although he was a little glad that the Fallen Mother Goddess was on the side of the humans—strictly on Crane's side—the Night Goddess couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in her heart, and she looked at the many gods around her around the Astral Void, and saw that something was wrong in the somewhat shifted gazes of some of them.

After this war, some of the gods on the earth will inevitably have a luck mentality for the old days in the starry sky, and when that time comes, maybe the gods on the earth will recreate a war in the Quaternary period.

At the same time, George III stood next to Gao Wei, who had gained a new body, with a little smile on his face:

"Let's start, Gao Weiqing."

After the summoning ritual of the true Creator was completed, the rituals of this level have also been completely destroyed. And now what appeared in front of the two of them was the third layer of rituals. This is also the most complicated ritual to summon the Superstar Juggernaut!

An imperceptible smile appeared on the face of the high-dimensional overlooker, and he said to George III beside him:

"Do you know what fate is, Your Majesty?"

"I don't believe in fate." George III stood beside the high-dimensional overlooker and gently knocked on the wall: "After this time, I will be able to break free from the grasp of the fantasy angel and begin the final rituals. ”

"Okay." The high-dimensional overlooking man nodded slightly: "Then let me put it another way, do you believe in fate?" ”

"Fate?" George III laughed, "I will never succumb to fate!" ”

"Okay." The high-dimensional seeker closed his eyes, omitting the rings he had seen, and when he opened them again, his eyes were no longer layers of doors, but indifferent, cold eyes that exuded countless fine lines.

"It's time to come, Superstar Juggernaut."

(End of chapter)