Time flies, and although this strange night seems extremely long to the people of Tatto, before they know it, it is still about to dawn.

At this moment, the dust seems to have settled, and as the last 'sea of ink' in the nine 'worlds' enclosed by the battle line against the Atlantean civilization disappeared without a trace, the mysterious enemy who had been chased all night but had not even seen a trace seemed to have finally fled away, and there had been no movement in the jungle for a long time.

Having lost the separation of the nine 'worlds', the Tatdu people's internal defense system, which had been scattered into a dozen pieces, has been completely cohesive, and their temples, pillars, and camps can be found everywhere in millions of square kilometers of dense forest.

Looking down at the mighty military power of the land, a growing sense of foreboding rose in his heart, and when the first rays of sunlight broke through the dark clouds tumbling over the rainforest and rendered the dark sky a golden color, he suddenly let go of the reins in his hand, grabbed a round-headed warhammer in the shape of a scepter lying under him, and jumped out of the bronze chariot hovering in the air.

"Your Majesty Aznice, all of you on the front line, have you still not found any trace of the Atlantean fleet?" Standing under a huge rain cloud, the flames that suddenly rose behind his short body like a volcanic eruption evaporated the black clouds above his head without a trace, and the great old man asked in a deep voice to a goddess in a snow-white robe not far away.

Hearing this question, the white-robed goddess closed her eyes, a trace of blue light flashed on her delicate and shiny face like milk, and a letter with a letterhead in her mouth appeared in the void behind her, and the eagle-like bird of prey totem suddenly made a flapping wing. After a few moments, she replied in a soft, melodious voice, "Your Lord God, take your divine might, and have a peaceful night." ”

"It's good to be safe, it's good to be safe..."The old man muttered in a rather strange tone, and suddenly his whole body was lit up with raging flames, rising and pouring into the divine weapon raised high in his hand, violently agitating the divine power, and swinging the war hammer in the direction of the 'Ink Sea World' that had disappeared in the distance.

After the scepter-like warhammer left his hand. There was a golden flame all around him. Half of the canopy of heaven was set on fire, and it swept over the hundreds of kilometers of dense forest like a sea of fire, and finally made a long arc of Xuan's circle, spinning and flying back into the hands of Ronnarus.

"What kind of methods did those despicable moles use to isolate our nine 'worlds'. Even the full force of my 'Flame Master' Naros attacked. I can't break through this trick..."After the old man took back the war hammer. Looking at the red and white flames that filled the sky, he finally roared out of shape.

Looking at the distorted facial features that Cannaros couldn't hide his tiredness, he was shocked at the remarkable power of the 'Flying Hammer Strike' just now. The surrounding Tat, the gods, and even the gods, all bowed their heads and avoided his gaze.

Only several members of the Flame Divine Department ruled by the Great Old Man showed the same angry looks, and one of them was very young, with a wisp of birthmark like a flame on his eyebrows, and walked up to the old man in the air, and said respectfully: "Great Father, please put out your anger for the time being.

Although your power is infinite, and your divine power is enough to incinerate any powerful enemy, after all, the divine power you have has nothing to do with space, illusion, or transmission, and the 'realm' is different, and it is naturally difficult to break the enemy's carefully arranged tricks with the fire alone.

I think it's better to ask Lord Hodmister, the 'King of the Void', who was also isolated and hidden from our 'world' under the raid of the Atlantean fleet, or Lord Marilis, the 'Strange Monarch' who wields the strange power of 'making fakes come true', to crack the enemy's tricks. ”

"Seminol, if I could bring back two Lord Gods with infinite power to destroy the enemy's despicable tricks, I did it last night...", the old man said stubbornly in the face of his favorite son, barely suppressing his anger.

"The situation last night was unknown, and in order to prevent the Atlanteans from launching a full-scale raid, it is natural that the Lord of the Void and the Lord God of the Strange Monarch should not be allowed to return to the army.

But now I believe that you who are on the front line must have done your most careful reconnaissance, and if it goes as usual, it should not be a big problem to ask the two main gods to come down with you to destroy the enemy's tricks in a short time, what do you think?" the young god said as he interrupted his father's words in a slow and respectful voice.

The old man was slightly stunned, pondered for a moment, let out a long sigh, and finally succumbed to his uneasy and anxious mood, and said in a low voice: "In this case, Aznice, please take my place and ask the two main gods, Hodmist and Marilis, to come down to the inner circle of the battle line and break the enemy's despicable tricks." ”

"As you wish, Your Majesty, Lord God of the Great Sonnarus. The beautiful goddess who appeared behind the totem of the bird of prey just now faced the old man's command, bent down slightly without humility or arrogance, and agreed.

The mighty old man standing in the void in the distance heard this answer, nodded silently, and the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart eased a little, but staring into the distance, thinking of the ghostly and cunning enemy last night, there was a flaming anger in his eyes, but he didn't know that the enemy he hated was in an unprecedented crisis at this moment.

It turned out that Zhang Lisheng, who was already exhausted last night, hurried to the last 'world' that had not been hunted by him in the inner battle line between the Tatdu civilization and the Atlanteans, and summoned the last divine power to release his own army of religious aggression from the 'leather world';

Then, after successfully forging the world barrier, he felt that he was extremely weak and had to absorb the power of faith to make up for it, but he was horrified to find that his body was no longer able to absorb the power of faith as a tonic.

Unconsciously thinking of Nuwa's body left behind in Tiantai Mountain, he suddenly felt as if he had been poured down from the top of his head by a river of ice, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Is this hurting the 'Origin', is this the price that must be paid for condensing the 'Five-Colored Divine Stone' in the sun, and it is also the reason why God Wa actually died after successfully mending the heavens..."Standing on the vast night sky, looking at the tens of thousands of monstrous creature warships that were about to launch a battle of faith conquest on his behalf, a bitter expression appeared on the face of the Wu Li God.

Sensing a body that was almost completely closed, unable to contain the power of faith at all, he only felt that his whole body was cold, and countless miscellaneous thoughts rose in his heart, and all kinds of sweet, desperate, terrifying, and warm things that he had experienced in his short life flashed in front of him one by one.

After a while, Zhang Lisheng suddenly came back to his senses, muttering incoherently in his mouth, "It's really crazy, lost my mind, I'm going to die and running around all night for huge interests, people's hearts are endless, and the gods are even more so, if I have to choose again, I'm afraid I still have to take risks."

Great freedom, great freedom, I'm afraid that only those sages who have no selfish desires recorded in ancient Chinese books can get great freedom, but how can such a person really save zài, hey, think about this day is really bitter and then sweet, happy and sad, refining stones to make up for the sky, after annexing nine 'worlds', he suddenly found that he was seriously injured and wanted to die...

No, even if I really fall, I have to go back to Earth, Earth, yes, Earth should be the place where I am buried anyway!", suddenly made a tearing motion with his hands stretched out with all his strength.

The void in front of him instantly cracked a pitch-black gap, and Zhang Lisheng's face was pale and he smiled with relief, "Fortunately, fortunately, I can have the strength to tear the void and choose the place to be buried." ", returned to Earth.

As soon as he stepped out of the spatial rift, his body suddenly stiffened, and he fell straight from the air, and his mouth finally unconsciously squirmed, "Tina, Tracy, Senior Sister, Mom...", and fell into a vast lake deep in the Amazon jungle at his feet.

At the same time that the god Wu Li fell in the air, Wu Li, Roman, Green Fire... And all the sacrifices in the eleven worlds that herded the 'lambs' instead of them, and expanded their faith, at the same time, they felt that the divine power in their bodies was swaying, and the agitation and exertion became much more jerky, and their hearts trembled unconsciously.

However, it is a matter of belief in the gods, how can mortals say anything, and if the magic is more concentrated, it can still be used as usual, so tens of thousands of witch shepherds can only bury this strange state deep in their hearts.

After that, time passed like water, and before I knew it, a few months passed.

Although the military strength has not weakened in the slightest, because of the loss of more than forty percent of the source of faith power, the battle intensity of the gods has been greatly reduced, and it is inevitable that in the battle with the Atlanteans, it will turn from advantage to decline.

What's even more serious is that the lack of sources of faith power means that the evolutionary potential of the Tatdu civilization in the future will be extremely low, or even regressive, so that its originally ambitious 'Great World' invasion path has not yet started, and it is likely to come to an end all at once.

However, the Wuli Divine Cult, which annexed the nine "worlds" of 'Tatdu', has expanded rapidly in the past hundred days, and in the land originally ruled by mythical civilizations, in the face of groups of poor people who have lost their faith and hope, Wuli priests and religious warriors often do not need to be forced, and a steady stream of converts and defectors naturally appear.

Of course, there are many devout believers who adhere to the belief in the gods of Tathdu, but their only role is to die miserably on the battlefield when they lose their divine grace and can only use cold weapons to fight;

Or simply desperate self-determination, accompanied by the martyrdom of the collapsed Tatetu civilization, and in this way, in a smooth way beyond everyone's imagination, it only took three or four months for Wu Li theocracy to be roughly established in nine 'worlds'. (To be continued......)