Thick gray-white fog covers the sky and the earth. In the fog, which was originally unprecedentedly silent, it seems that some terrifying existence is gradually awakening. The form of this awakening is not very earth-shaking, but there is gradually something between heaven and earth.

An indescribable surge.

Under the sun, the outline of the moon loomed in the distance. Wherever there was light, the air trembled strangely, and this trembling was accompanied by a strange rhythm.

It's like...an irregular heartbeat while breathing heavily.

If you carefully observe this rhythm, you will soon be led into a trembling hallucinogenic effect, and then further into madness.

Everything is trying to avoid such envelopment and domination, but light is everywhere, shadows will eventually be penetrated, and darkness will also fall under the moonlight.

Amid this almost inescapable trembling of light, there was a figure sitting there, Shi Shiran.

The appearance of a chair in the wilderness is strange enough, but the man's sitting posture is extremely casual and comfortable. His black hair is extremely black, he is dressed in black, and the slightly exposed side of his face is extremely white. He is facing this face alone.

Sitting between the sky and the earth, facing the surging gray mist, with a mocking expression on his face that was half a smile.

It's Morpheus.

His legs were crossed, and his clothes were still moving slightly despite the wind. He picked a piece of dogtail grass from somewhere, and shook it between his fingers in boredom. Although there was no one in front of him, he spoke to the gray mist in front of him.

Weird words: "You don't really think that I don't know what the conditions are for you to open the door to gods and demons, do you?"

"Pity? Compassion? Love for all living beings? What does it have to do with me?" The man in black said indifferently and sarcastically: "You have been waiting for this day for a long time, and I have been waiting for a long time too."

"Why?"

"What am I waiting for?"

He seemed to have heard something funny and burst into laughter. His laughter echoed in the mist. In such a strange vibration, it seemed particularly weird and distorted. He laughed so much that he even bent over slightly.

After a while, he stopped, and the smile that remained on his handsome face was strange and gentle: "God loves the world. Although you are already gods, to me, you are also everyone. Of course I... love you too. Otherwise,

How could I allow you to do such naughty things?"

The mist surged more violently, and Morpheus watched quietly for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand forward.

"I have sealed you for thousands of years. You have been working as coolies for so many years. Do you want to come out? Do you want to try again to see if you can kill me?" His voice was soft and strange: "As kind as I am, I will naturally give you this opportunity.

.”

Following his words and actions, the gray-white mist that had lasted for thousands of years and had been a taboo and terrifying existence in the Modian continent suddenly dissipated.

All the mist particles seemed to have lost their original colors in an instant, returning the original colors of heaven and earth.

Behind the mist of the Thorn Mist Land are actually overwhelming scarlet thorns. Those branches are huge and almost terrifying, and the sharp thorns on them are even redder and almost black, as if they have been sucked in blood for thousands of years.

...Or, divine blood.

After the fog dissipated, the huge thorns all over the mountains and fields were still growing and spreading visibly towards the endless sky, with dense spikes protruding out, as if they were nourished by the desolation at the end of the world.

But this growth suddenly stopped the next moment.

After the fog dissipated, light finally shone on these huge and spreading thorns for the first time in thousands of years.

The scarlet color dimmed, the spikes melted into powder, and the whole world seemed to be experiencing a grand and passionate collapse at this moment.

Such collapse is not destruction, but rebirth.

The rebirth of the sealed god.

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Unable to contact Morpheus, Ye Sewei's heart skipped a beat, but soon she forced herself to calm down.

This is not a strange thing. The other party has no obligation to respond to his call at any time. What's more, if the door of gods and demons is to be opened, he will definitely take action for this. If he doesn't want to be disturbed during this period, it is

Very normal thing.

It's just that the feeling of not knowing when this will happen, whether I can help, whether I need to do something or not, is not a very good feeling.

Ye Sewei once felt that after she became a great magician and was tempered by senior brother Eugene, she felt that her growth rate was unparalleled, but at this moment, she once again felt her own weakness.

She raised her hand and patted her face to calm herself down faster, and quickly adjusted her mentality.

Everyone has their own domain, and Morpheus's affairs involving the domain of gods are naturally not something she should interfere with or even care about. So what she has to do now is to deal with matters in her own domain.

At this moment, the Oskar student in the third arena completed his first three-game winning streak, and with everyone watching, he chose option two without hesitation, and then turned to look at Modian.

Student Orientation.

To be precise, he looked in the direction of Ye Sewei.

The girl with flamboyant red hair sneered and lowered her eyes, pointing the long whip in Ye Sewei's direction impartially: "I want to challenge No. 66, Ye Sewei... Oh no, Sewei."

Wei, contestant Ye Delai."

Ye Sewei looked up expressionlessly, then stood up and calmly waited for the magic beam to be projected on herself before appearing on the ring again.

The red-haired girl opposite looked familiar. Ye Sewei searched carefully in her memory, and suddenly remembered that the other person was one of the few people who stood up to scold and accuse her in front of everyone when she was in the Golden Temple.

At this time, she also understood what Belair and Evelin meant by "the competition system is not good for her."

"All the students of Xisidichi Academy will challenge me as long as they win three games in a row, right?" She asked directly before the red-haired girl could speak.

The other party was interrupted by her question before he could say the harsh words he had been holding back. He was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "We didn't make the rules. But you have to bear this fate. I didn't expect you to have straw."

The average brain can actually guess it, and in that case, it doesn’t hurt to tell you."

"yes."

Ye Sewei was not too surprised.

She originally thought she would be angry after being targeted, but when she actually faced all this, she actually felt relieved and calm like "it's finally here." She even had time to laugh: "I see, can you guys

It really looks like a dog raised by the Yedelai family."

The red-haired girl paused, followed by boundless anger: "What did you say?"

The moment Ye Sewei lowered her eyes, her figure was already slightly swaying. She was walking on the steps she had learned from Senior Brother Eugene. Under the effect of [distortion], she could complete the steps from stillness to movement in an instant. When the red-haired girl spoke,

At the same time as it fell, it had already taken a step forward and appeared in front of the red-haired girl!

In everyone's astonished eyes, the blond girl held the hilt of the magic sword with her backhand, and the sword tip was pressed against the red-haired girl's neck. The sword light she breathed was sharp and dangerous. She just smiled with a mocking smile, and stood in front of the red-haired girl.

The hair-haired girl whispered in her ear: "Ye Disi asked you all to be my cannon fodder and consume my strength, but you actually obeyed. If you are not the dogs of the Ye Delai family, what are you?"

The red-haired girl didn't see Ye Sewei's actions clearly at all. She had won three games in a row, so she was naturally a little overconfident. What's more, although she knew that Ye Sewei's strength was indeed different before she came, her impression

In the end, Ye Sewei is still the same as before. No matter how strong she is, how strong can she be?

However, at this moment, the face of Ye Sewei, who was so close at hand, seemed to be even more beautiful and delicate than before. The look in her eyes was like a sharp knife tempered with poison, completely different from the one she remembered.

Ye Sewei's familiar but unfamiliar voice continued to sound after those extremely sarcastic words. She said: "Admit defeat or die."

The red-haired girl was in a trance for a moment.

She couldn't tell whether her trance was due to Ye Sewei's strength at the moment or some other reason, but she suddenly felt a little hot on the side of her neck, but before she could wonder, the hotness suddenly disappeared. Next

For a second, she suddenly felt that her body was not under her control for a moment, and it actually went straight towards Ye Sewei's sword!

The red-haired girl was horrified, but almost at the same moment, the long sword in Ye Sewei's hand shattered into a magic star, which did not really hurt her at all.

Of course, Ye Sewei was not merciful. She keenly sensed the abnormality of the red-haired girl just now, and quickly defused her own attack. Although the rules did not prohibit taking human lives, it should never be done.

It was like that just now.

The moment the long sword dissipated into starlight, the red-haired girl suddenly came back to her senses. She looked at Ye Sewei fearfully and alertly, as if she had just woken up from a dream. She suddenly swept back, and at the same time couldn't help but raise her hand to caress.

On the side of his neck.

And just when she escaped the disaster, the entire arena made a huge noise.

Ye Sewei looked at the surrounding arena with awareness.

The competitions in the ten arenas are carried out independently and simultaneously. For the viewing angle and effect, the arenas are not distributed on the same plane, but occupy different height spaces in an orderly manner. The arena where Ye Sewei is located happens to be on the same plane.

A height from which all other arena conditions can be seen clearly.

Wherever she glanced, there were countless splashes of crimson!

The Mordian blood splashed out from the wound, drawing a line of scarlet on the ground. The next second, the bloodstains of the Oscan people intertwined and covered the previous bloodstains like an intimate connection.

And such a scene actually appeared on various stages at the same time at this moment!

Ye Sewei narrowed her eyes slightly.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but there seemed to be some strange light flashing through the interlaced blood stains on the ground.

The anger just now was definitely not her imagination.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the red-haired girl in front of her.

The girl took a half-step back alertly. Her hand had just moved away from her neck, which had never touched anything strange, and the brand pattern on the side of her neck was completely exposed.

It was a swirling flame, and in the center of the flame was a tightly closed eye.

"Do you believe in the God of Fire and Light?" Ye Sewei stared at the brand and asked softly.

"How long have you not seen me? Are you pretending not to know me?" The red-haired girl looked at her in disbelief, and then sneered: "I am the goddess of the Temple of Flame and Light, I call -"

Ye Sewei looked at her quietly. When the other party said this, she suddenly spoke and spit out a simple and direct word: "[Invalid]."

The radiance of Yan Ling flickered on the skin of the red-haired girl she had just touched, and suddenly disappeared.

The red-haired girl began to speak by using some kind of power similar to borrowing magic. As a goddess of the Temple of Flame and Light, she has served in this temple for so many years, so she naturally has more divine followers than ordinary people.

This aura of God allows her to briefly summon the gaze of the gods to a certain extent.

Even if the gods just gaze, they are already an irresistible and huge force.

However, the call itself is a kind of spiritual speaking technique. Since this is the case, then of course it can be interrupted by using spiritual speaking technique.

Ye Sewei stopped the red-haired girl from calling, and then suddenly spoke in the face of the other party's increasingly frightened eyes: "You just lost control. If I hadn't stopped, your head would have rolled on the ground at this moment.

On the ground."

The girl in a brand-new school uniform smiled like a depraved devil, and her voice was deliberately lowered to appear more mysterious: "Your god will not respond to your call, but He will use your blood, your life, and your body.

And your soul. He will make you lose control and then let me kill you."
Chapter completed!