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In Chicago, a church abandoned by a recent battle is home to countless bats, hanging upside down from chandeliers or perched on windowsills. Those broken seats were also full of dense, upside-down black shadows. Unable to enter the already crowded church, bats hang their bodies from the branches of the surrounding trees, or from the street lamps, or under the eaves of the surrounding streets.

Their owner, Cain, who could also be called the 'Patriarch', was standing at the pulpit of the church, looking at the shattered emblem of light in front of him. His face was calm, but there was indescribable hatred in his eyes.

His wife, Lilith, floated at the top of the church, clasping her hands to her chest and looking out at the dark sky in the distance.

How many times have you said it, but you should actually thank Him more. It's because of the myths he made up that you exist, didn't you?"

"Shut up!"

Cain snorted, and his majestic thoughts swept across the church in an instant. The blood clan, including hundreds of 'princes' here, all let out a muffled snort.

"Don't be angry with our children, Cain, and we'll have to rely on their strength in the future. ”

Lilith let out a chuckle again, and she used her divine thoughts to soothe the turmoil in the souls of the many black bats. At the same time, he manifested his body behind Cain and stroked Cain's face with his slender fingers: "You hate where you came from, and you are distressed by the pain you are experiencing. But after today, everything will change, won't we? We will have a new life, and the future will be infinitely brighter. You will be the most powerful god in this world, or the king of demons, and I will be your queen-"

Lilith's voice was interrupted by a muffled 'quack' sound coming from outside the door, which made her look behind her in displeasure, and saw that it was a Bloodline in a field uniform who had pushed the door in.

"Werther, there's a situation, right?"

It was Witt Gangero, one of the Ancients of the Gangaro clan.

The Seven Clans of the Blood Clan have four Ancients in America, and the Demon Party and the Four Neutral Clans also have four Ancients, but this is limited to America.

After all, the roots of the blood clan are in the Old World and the Middle East. With the awakening of Lilith and Cain, more of the Ancients are returning from their slumber, and Werther Gangaro is one of them.

As the 'druid' of the bloodline, this is the best at concealment and detection among all their children.

"The Lord of Fate must have noticed the anomaly, Your Majesty!"

Witt Gangaro half-knelt down and bowed his head deeply: "All of His churches in this city have been put on alert and are refusing to enter our bloodline. The armed forces of the Church of the Machines also began to mobilize. Personally, I suspect that in other cities, it will be a similar situation. The 'blood feast' we planned in several big cities was just afraid that it would be difficult to succeed. ”

"Very alert! I sense that the blood coffin we have stayed in the Land of Destiny has also been shattered by His Highness, and it seems that He has already discovered it, and even known about it for a long time. ”

Lilith sighed, her eyes showing laughter and emotion: "According to the agreement, we should also begin, my husband! From here into the newborn kingdom of the underworld, we can tear apart the dream and the goddess of the underworld, and take her authority and throne!"

At this time, the faces of many blood clans in this church were distorted at the same time, showing a look of pain, and some of them even coughed up blood on the spot.

Even those as strong as Lilith and Cain were not spared, and the latter even fell to his knees in intense pain.

It was a 'contract of servitude' that they had made with the Lord of Destiny! Although a certain goddess had freed them from most of the constraints of the contract with the authority of the name 'Freedom', they still had to bear the price of breaking the contract.

However, as these blood clans swallowed the blood-colored crystals one by one, their aura gradually returned to its full strength, without even the slightest weakness.

Cain struggled to his feet, gasping for breath, his blood-red eyes covered with scarres like thousands of small worms. Then he waved his hand vigorously and forcibly tore apart a void in front of him, and in an instant, a breath of death seeped out of the darkness of that void and covered the place.

"You're right, there's no turning back. ”

Cain's voice was cold, with a strong ambition and desire: "Go in from here, my sons and grandchildren, and destroy everything that comes your way, for the sake of your ancestors, and for the sake of your future!"

At this moment, all the blood clans were agitated and restless, and they vibrated a pair of fleshy wings one after another, and rushed into the darkness without hesitation. There are thousands of them, densely packed, covering the sky!

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"Sure enough, it was chosen at this time!"

In Twilight Dragon City, Angela, sitting on the throne, couldn't help but sigh leisurely.

As soon as the Blood Clan launched a rebellion this time, she had already learned about the situation. However, Angela didn't look surprised, nor did she feel any panic. Even the army of vampires is marching at an alarming speed in her underworld, aiming for this Twilight Dragon City.

In the eyes of this person, there is more emotion,

"What a stupid guy who would have been the most likely to get out of trouble if it had been under you. ”

In the Bible of the Cult of the Illuminati, Cain is the first son of Adam and Eve, the creators of humanity created by the Lord of Light, who was jealous of his brother and committed murder.

But in true history, human beings cannot naturally be the creatures of the Lord of Light, but only the story of the Lord of Light instructing His 'Son'.

However, Cain, as the biblical collection of evil and murderer, is hated by all believers in the Lord of Light. Thus was born 'Cain', which originally had no body of its own, but was the product of the collective consciousness of many followers of the Lord of Light. It was Lilith, who was suspected of being born in the 'Blood Sea' in ancient China, who gave it the body, and the vampire clan was born.

Since Cain is a mortal in the Bible, he is a human being, unable to become a god, unable to possess a normal divinity, and because Cain is ultimately "chased" by the Lord of Light, and the followers of the Lord of Light expect him to be punished, he lives in extreme pain at all times.

The learned Angela understands the origin and current state of Cain. In her opinion, whether it is Li Mochen's 'fate' or her own 'dream', she has the ability to relieve the pain of the ancestor of the blood clan.

But all of this was destroyed by Cain's own hands.

But now he also sees another possibility, as long as he can become one of the masters of this underworld, with the foundation of his own existence, he can also get rid of pain. ”

Li Mochen's subordinate, sitting on the other throne next to Angela, also looked leisurely.

"Don't forget, this is a collection of 'evil', which also includes greed and ambition. His wife, Lilith, is a witch who rules the night, temptation and desire, and she will not miss the incense bait thrown by the goddess. ”

So the rebellion of these two was expected by him.

Angela raised her eyebrows slightly: "Then which side will be launched next?

She knew that without the support of the Bloodline, these creatures between life and death would not be qualified to stand in front of her husband.

- That must be an existence that can suppress Li Mochen's life and death theocracy!

Li Mochen smiled: "You can guess, Anqi." ”

Angela saw the calmness in her husband's eyes, so she completely relieved her heart and fell into deep thought.

"It won't be Hades, Lady Liberty's purpose is only to weaken you, not to allow the Olympians to seize this crucial authority. So it can't be Nyx and the Goddess of Magic, she won't let her mother and sisters be strong enough to be above herself. Correspondingly, the power to hold this authority in the underworld must not be too weak, otherwise it will not be enough to deal with her enemies. Onassis couldn't have been, and although Horus usurped his authority, eventually even banishing his titular father from the light, they had an inseparable relationship. So, it's 'Mott', right? He's completely returned?"

The son of El, the king of Canaanite, and Asherah, Mott is not only the god of death and the underworld, but also the god of chaos, drought and harvest.

And 'Canaan', which the Greeks called "Phoenicia", was a god line that was defeated and destroyed by the Greek gods.

As a remnant of the Canaanite god system and a Roman presence against Olympus, Mott's strength is unquestionable. The image of the 'Grim Reaper' wearing a black robe and holding a scythe has also been passed down to the present day, and is feared by the world. The 'scythe of the harvest' held by this person not only harvests the soul, but is also a symbol of drought and harvest.

In today's world, Mott is also 'isolated' enough to be used by Lady Liberty.

"You guessed it, it's Mott. But it's more than—"

Li Mochen was talking with appreciation in his eyes, when he saw a huge black scythe suddenly cut through the sky of the underworld, and the edge of the scythe was still unfinished after breaking through the heavy bans of the underworld, and it slammed down towards Twilight Dragon City.

Li Mochen glanced up at the sky with a cold look in his eyes, and through several layers of void, he glanced at the god of death.

However, in the end, it was not Li Mochen who blocked the sickle. It was Twilight Dragon City, a huge bone dragon that flew into the sky! The nine-hundred-meter-tall dragon body slammed directly into the giant scythe and smashed it to pieces.

It was the ancestor of the dragon witch 'Alduin', although it was not its own body, but Angela not only used the power of her own dreams to complete the embodiment of its body, but also strengthened it to the limit with her authority as the lord of the underworld!

"Then my opponent today is Him!"

Angela's eyes flashed with disagreement: "Amo, can you only use your equal divine right to help me this time? If I can't, you will interfere again." I guess I've been able to prove myself now. ”

At this time, there is both happiness, confidence and expectation in her emotions, but also there is no lack of fighting spirit.

She knew that the reason why the gods coveted this underworld was because of their own weakness. And the only way to cut off their ambitions is to use her strength to declare and deter.

She can't always rely on her husband's power to master the underworld, and she must also take charge of it as soon as possible and become Amo's right-hand man, so that the latter can win in the endless strife that follows.

And now, Angela is confident that she has mastered enough power to be called 'powerful'. There is no more suitable object for Liwei than the 'Grim Reaper' in front of him.

Mott was strong, but not so strong that she didn't have to cope. This ancient god personality who has wandered in the Outlands for thousands of years, and now after his return, has possessed a powerful god rank. But this faith in the light world is not enough to raise his godhead to fifteen or more.

Angela knew that she couldn't defeat this one, but even if she only delayed this one for three to five hours now, it would be enough to relieve Li Mochen of great pressure.

"That's what I want, Angel!"

Li Mochen bowed slightly, he had already moved his gaze back from 'Mott', and looked at the vampires who were surging in the distance: "And I, I must give my former subordinates an unforgettable lesson, no! Let everyone know the value of loyalty. ”

A large part of his current subordinates are bound by contracts to determine the master and slave of both sides.

But if everyone follows the example of these bloodlines and uses the power of Lady Liberty to break free from the oath, then a quarter of the power of the Rising Sun Group will surely fall apart as a result.

Of course, Li Mochen can use enough benefits to bind and entrap them.

At the same time, he must also demonstrate a strong deterrent and make his subordinates understand the cost of betrayal.

And just when the murderous intent in Li Mochen's eyes has gradually condensed into substance. He spotted a black female figure, converging in front of his eyes.

This made Li Mochen's sword eyebrows raise slightly, and he recognized that this was the incarnation of the night goddess Nyx. There was a hint of discoloration in his eyes, but then he calmed down as usual.

"Surprised, wasn't it? Eris was surprised, and she asked me to come and have a look. ”

This powerful goddess was now looking with great interest at Angela, who was meditating with her eyes closed, manipulating the body of 'Alduin', and fighting with the god of death 'Mott'.

"It seems that she has grown beyond Eris's expectations. You know, my daughter is very suspicious. But now she actually allowed me to come here to prevent accidents from happening. ”

Li Mochen smiled dumbly, and a thick layer of source force armor had been condensed outside his body: "Then I think this accident may not be transferred by his will." ”

This time it was Nyx's turn to look at him in surprise: "You still want to do it with me?"

"Why not?"

Li Mochen's eyes were cold: "I know that Your Highness, even if you have a divine power incarnation now, it is enough to kill a powerful god." But do you think you're stronger than Odin?"

And in the next moment, a flying spear behind him turned into a streamer, suddenly shuttling through the void, piercing the body of the night goddess Nix, and even the divine power core of this incarnation!

"Tell your daughter, Your Highness Nexus, that the reason why I went to Australia was because of my personal desire to maintain order in this world, not because of her orders and coercion. It doesn't mean that she can do anything excessive to me as she pleases, without having to bear the cost. ”

And this scene that happened in the underworld of America made the two goddesses in a certain divine kingdom called freedom and strife stunned.

It also made several gods who had already begun to enter the main material realm raise their eyebrows in surprise, including Odin, the king of the gods of Asa, and this one-eyed man also showed a look of surprise.

That Lord of Fate actually used the 'Longinus Holy Spear' in the underworld of America!

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Meanwhile, in the Coral Sea, García Ferron retrieved his avatar from the battleship USS Pacific Rim and returned his consciousness to the Gates of War magic tower.

He was not in charge of commanding the fleet in battle, and he had previously projected his divine power clone over there, just for oversight.

"Lord Paracelsus has already spotted the Dragonhead Battleship, twenty-two in total, and the total strength is expected to be higher than that of Olympus. This time, it was not just the Olympus family that was targeting us. ”

The speaker was a young female mage named Ingram Ferron, who was standing behind García Ferron, the 'God of Strategy', looking ahead with interest and expectation.

"Your Highness has already rejected them, right?"

Garcia Ferron glanced sideways at the junior behind him, and then smiled dumbly: "You have rejected them, but Ingram, your tone sounds like you are looking forward to it?"

This is two hundred years after the Civil War was crowned by his great-granddaughter, García Ferron, the god of strategy. And in the long time he has been a mortal, he has also worked hard to run the family. But Garcia Ferron himself did not have any noble bloodline, nor did he have any glorious family background before, and only relied on his talent in force and military strategy to reach the top of mortals. Therefore, his Faren family, until the day of the gods, did not produce a strong person who could suppress a clan, or even take charge alone. In the entire clan, there are only three legends, plus there is a lack of commercial talent. So much so that the Ferren family has only accumulated a fortune of one or five billion gold until modern times, and García Ferron himself had to rely on the power of the Mattiola family, who helped run the church.

And the junior in front of him can be regarded as the most outstanding son of the Fei Lun family in the past hundred years. A genius who has become a second-level legendary mage in just one hundred and twenty years.

With García Ferron's defection to the Willtenstein family, this one also took advantage of the situation to change the court, and is now a second-level magic advisor of the Rising Sun Group and a member of the Ninth Storm Company.

"It's also a little uneasy, after all, it's the day that decides everyone's fate. ”

Ingram Ferron took a deep breath: "But there are still many expectations, I guess they will be surprised, the power of fate to dominate the mortal world is by no means beyond their reach! This is our biggest advantage now." So when this war happens, it will be a collision beyond the imagination of the world. ”

"But you're still not optimistic?" García Ferron pierced through the true emotions of his own descendant.

"Those are all ancient gods who have accumulated for thousands of years and are extremely powerful. ”

Ingram Ferron's crystal blue eyes showed a look of suspicion: "But only in this war, I still think that His Highness has a very good chance of winning, and the chance of winning is more than sixty percent." I guess our strength in the mortal world is equivalent to at least 1.5 angel legions, right? I'm only a second-level magic advisor, but I can roughly estimate our strength. The Storm Company of the Rising Sun-Light Fiendent Alliance alone now has at least seventy, plus the power of two churches. I think even the Church of Light has no more power in the mundane world than that. And the mages, thanks to Master Paracelsus and Master Estantine, our legendary mages should be the most powerful of all parties. ”

"So even if Ares and Tyr, or even Odin dared to use their true bodies to the Nether, there was hope that they would be repelled. It's nothing more than fighting with human lives, the 'Chosen Warriors' of Olympus, the 'Valhalla' of Northern Europe, isn't the meaning of their existence just that? But how many people will we lose during this period?"

"That's true. ”

Garcia Ferron couldn't help but bow slightly, he thought that this descendant of his should actually join the army, as a magician, she had wasted her talent.

"But even if he wins this war, His Highness will face two difficulties. One is the strategic stalemate stage before His Highness leaves the main material realm, and in these nine years, His Highness, who is vigilant by all parties, will be the target of all the god kings. One is that after leaving the main material realm, he lost the protection of the "Treaty of Partition of Man and God", and if His Highness does not choose a side to take refuge, he will most likely be eaten alive by several gods. Especially the latter one, which is the most dangerous stage, and it depends on the choice of His Highness now. ”

Ingram Pheran sighed: "You should actually persuade Your Highness, sometimes you should let go or let go." ”

Even though he knew that the future was not good, Ingram Pheran had no thoughts of betrayal. She knew that the Faren family was inseparable from the Wildenstein family, and a rash rebellion would only make the Faren family fall into the abyss.

"You think I'm reluctant to be a strategic priest?"

García Ferron smiled dumbly, and his tone was a little bitter.

His current 'strategic' and 'tactical' priesthood not only clashed with the Norse Valkyrie Tyr, but also offended the authority of Athena, the god of wisdom. If his sovereign chooses to compromise, then he, as a servant of God, will have to give up these two priesthoods.

"Ingram, you're smart, but there are many things that aren't what you think. For example, to repel Odin with human life, it is impossible for our Lord of Destiny to make such a decision, have you studied his teachings?Secondly, of course, I am not willing to give up these two powerful priesthoods easily, but if Your Highness needs it, I will not hesitate. And yet—"