Gods all over the sky stared at the black-haired man who was leaning on the back of the chair, his eyes looking extremely sarcastic and indifferent because of his pale eyes.

He is Him, but he never has the power he had in his prime.

The power of the God of all things can never be contained by a mortal body. As long as he is still in this body for a moment, he is not the complete Him.

In other words, the power of any god cannot be hidden in the fragile human body. Such majestic power can easily burst the human body even if it is carefully controlled.

What the gods possess is a truly unsullied divine body, and only such a body can contain the power of the gods.

There are countless voices of prayer and faith in the world, and all these temples and statues form part of their power.

It is true that human beings can get close to magical elements, can manipulate magic, and can even glimpse the ceiling of magic, and become magicians whose power is almost comparable to that of gods.

But humans can never become gods.

The reason why gods are gods is because some people believe in them. Such a mixture of countless vast beliefs lays the foundation for the authority of gods.

This is also the most important reason why other gods dare to ridicule and ridicule, and are convinced that the man in black sitting there cannot regain his former strength.

In that divine battle, it could not be said that both sides suffered losses, but it was also impossible to clearly define the winner or loser of any one side.

The former God of All Things, Morpheus, used unimaginable power and cost to seal them all in this desolate and silent thorns, and then shrouded them in mist to prevent mortals from peeking in and falling into madness. But at the same time, He

It was also sealed in the God-killing sarcophagus by the other gods using their remaining power.

The God of All Things fell into a truly complete slumber, but although the other gods were sealed, they still had a way to gradually loosen the seals on them, and then through oracles and divine revelations, let those in the temple believe in them

The bishops and priests do something.

For example, subtly destroying the believers of the God of All Things.

Another example is to let those bishops and priests who firmly believe in the God of all things fall into the same sleep as the gods they believe in.

In other words, let time annihilate the authority and existence of this person.

Thousands of years are enough for the truth of all history to be submerged in dust and time. No one can see the truth, no one dares to pursue the history related to the gods, no one knows about the war between gods, and no one dares to imagine the relationship between gods.

conflict and betrayal.

Time has indeed slowly caused everyone to weaken and forget the supreme, omniscient and omnipotent God of all things, intentionally or unintentionally. Although the image of this person exists, all authority has been eclipsed.

The Archbishop of the Golden Temple was forced to fall into a deep sleep. The statue of the main seat of the temple was covered by layers of curtains. Huge chains crisscrossed the statue. The power of faith, which was already declining, was stolen and slowly flowed along the huge shackles.

, and then dissipated into the air again, turning into nothingness.

In the history that was annihilated or even tampered with, no one knew that the gods were not in their place. Only the archbishop and high priests at the top of the temple vaguely spied on something. The truth was frightening, one dared not speak, but it was unbearable.

It breeds more greed.

Especially when the other gods themselves promised something in the oracle.

The human heart has always been a fertile ground for desires. The gods are obviously very good at taking advantage of human beings' bad nature. They are so superior that they often only need a very slight guidance. Those who are thoughtful and complex enough will naturally take care of them.

things they want.

Until the God of All Things awakened from the sarcophagus, He dragged the sarcophagus out of the fog, and met a dying man on the road. After realizing the other person's dying wish to pray to the gods to protect the Hyjal region,

Taking over the other party's identity.

From now on, in everyone's memory, the young master of Duke Hyjal's Palace is Morpheus.

But He was still weak and could not move too far away from the sarcophagus.

He is waiting, and so are the other gods.

Waiting for an opportunity of fate that even the gods cannot truly spy on.

This opportunity is the dissipation of the seal, the reconnection of the Oscana and Modian continents that have been closed for thousands of years, the smoke of gunpowder, the refusion of blood, the reflow of time that has been stagnant in history, and the promotion of the two continents.

A truly disruptive change of destiny.

And they hold such changes in their hands.

They have been waiting.

As long as the Gate of Gods and Demons is opened, such a change in destiny will be truly realized, and the same continental passages as before will be truly opened, and the Oscan people who have long been secretly prepared for this moment will pass through these openings.

Door, allowing iron cavalry and magic to sweep across the entire Modian continent——!

But just as the gods showed contemptuous and wanton smiles, their eyes suddenly stopped.

The figure of the man in black sitting there became ethereal. His penis was penetrated by the wind and began to shatter into pieces visibly to the naked eye. His fingers disappeared, his clothes were annihilated, and the skin under his cheeks also drifted away with the wind.

And go.

Almost in an instant, the body of the man in black disappeared from where he was.

In the wilderness, the wind was raging, but only the lonely chair was left, and the god-killing sarcophagus next to it exuded a strange fragrance.

The wind picked up the fragrance of the dragon's throat flower emitted from the sarcophagus, mixed the fragrance that the gods feared into every wisp of wind, and then scattered it like debris to the entire world.

The gods, who were so sure just now, fell into a strange silence.

The flow of the air suddenly changed, and the countless forces that had drifted away gathered again. The fog in the sky suddenly condensed, and the gray-white fog had a completely different awe-inspiring atmosphere from before. In that atmosphere, there was a silent but absolute power.

.

Where the man in black disappeared and shattered, a shadowy silhouette reappeared.

"How come I don't have any believers?" The figure walked out of the mist, from vague to clear. His voice was indifferent and sarcastic, but with an imperceptible tenderness and determination: "Have you forgotten, my first love?

Who are the believers?”

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When Ye Sewei said "God of All Things", there was suddenly a strange roar in the air of the entire arena.

This kind of roar is like some kind of tremor that can resonate with the soul, with a strange aftertaste, as if it is indicating that something is about to break out of the ground.

But it seems to be more than just that.

Everyone involuntarily looked at the sky at the same time, only to find that the sky of the arena was wrapped in a magic barrier, forming a false blue sky and white clouds that flowed around, turning this place into a space that was almost completely isolated from the outside world.

Almost intuitively, everyone felt that something seemed to have happened.

After hearing the answer that shocked him, Joyce was also attracted by the movement. He slowly looked away and looked at the structure and door frame gradually outlined in the blended blood, with a trace of satisfaction on his face.

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He saw the scene he wanted to see the most, and then showed a contemptuous smile to Ye Sewei: "Ye Sewei... you... you are so pathetic..."

Ye Sewei frowned slightly. She didn't want to hear a word more. She had already wasted enough time on Joyce, and this uneasy vibration in the air made her a little irritable. So she just said that to Joyce.

After uttering these words with malice, the fingers gripping Joyce's neck suddenly tightened.

The sound of her neck breaking came from her hands, and almost at the same time, Joyce's head tilted to one side at a weird and twisted angle.

Ye Sewei threw him to the ground casually, taking away the power of the dark confinement domain around him, moved forward to the edge of the ring, and patted the ashes on his hands.

Joyce, a pure-blooded descendant of one of the three families of Hesidiches, was thrown into a pool of blood like a rag doll. Even if his relatives came here, it would be difficult to recognize him in this appearance.

Come on. The red-haired girl who was curled up to one side and trying her best to reduce her presence still didn't dare to make a sound. Seeing everything in front of her, she actually felt like she was having a nightmare.

She didn't even know why she should feel frightened and stunned. Was it because Ye Sewei took Joyce's life so cleanly and without hesitation, or was it because of the chaotic and disorderly fighting and bloodshed in the entire arena at this moment.

scene.

Ye Sewei didn't care at all what Joyce said or wanted to say. A dying person should die with malice before dying. He is truly pitiful.

She showed no mercy and didn't even take a second look at the body behind her. It was as if she had just killed a person she had never met and had nothing to do with.

There was almost a river of blood in the arena. Ye Sewei frowned and looked around, walked out of the barrier that Joyce had torn apart just now, and condensed a huge magic sickle. He tapped his feet lightly and jumped directly on

He invaded several other arenas that were still in chaos and tore apart all the solid barriers outside the arena!

The magic barrier shattered into pieces, but the students who were trapped on the stage and forced to fight did not stop.

Ye Sewei clearly saw the strange light emitting from the magic marks on the sides of their necks. Their actions seemed to be independent of their own will, and their faces showed unusual fanaticism.

It's as if this kind of fighting, fighting and uncontrollable ferocity are part of who they are.

Belair and Evelin had long sensed something was wrong, but unfortunately all the magicians they fought were branded Oscans. Belair even tried to dig out the side of his opponent's neck with a knife during such a confrontation.

Looking at the flesh around the brand, I found that the brand was buried deep in the blood, and it could not be solved by removing the surface layer of flesh and blood.

When Ye Sewei finally broke through the barrier from the outside world, the two of them and other unbranded students from the Battle Academy jumped out of the ring without hesitation.

The dark elf girl, who had always been cold and calm, had an unconcealable surprise in her eyes: "What happened? How could this happen?"

"Is this a conspiracy of the Oskars? Did you ask anything just now?" Belair asked anxiously.

Before Ye Sewei had time to answer, she saw that the gates of gods and demons in the pool of blood had taken shape in these time gaps, with door handles emerging from the void, outlining beautiful arcs.

But Yedisi, who was still in the contestants' box, finally moved.

She stepped forward, distorted the distance between herself and the door, and then put her hand on the door handle.
Chapter completed!