Isis's eyes were fixed on the memorial and the detonator in her hand, her eyes flickering slightly, as if she was thinking about something.
Attacking Daxia from here is the order of the Sun God. If they retreat here, the situation on the God of Wind, the God of Yellow Sand and Amon will be completely out of control... So far, the curse of Daxia's national destiny has still been
Didn't show up, which means they haven't completed their mission yet.
From this perspective, they must now delay the curse of national destiny and block these human ceilings.
But if they continue to stay here, the "human circle" that was finally preserved from the mist will be destroyed. Without the source of their will power, the operation of the Kingdom of God will be completely stagnant, and the Sun City will become a rootless float.
Ping, can no longer support their existence.
This involves the rise and fall of the Egyptian gods.
If it is true as Memorial said, then of course Isis will withdraw from Daxia without hesitation and preserve the "human circle". However, all these are just Memorial's unilateral remarks. She cannot judge at all based on a strange detonator.
Is what Memorial said true or false...
In fact, Isis didn't believe that Memorial could enter the "human circle" again, and quietly planted so many explosives inside, but this woman was a complete madman, and she could blow up their temple for the first time.
Once, who says you can’t explode a second time?
Isis was unwilling to give in, but she really didn't dare to gamble.
After the gods and humans stopped, the rolling waves gradually calmed down. Under the gloomy and dim sky, the four gods and five humans stared at each other warily, always ready to take action again.
The other three Nine Pillars are waiting for Isis' decision.
At this moment, the white pixel-style Bluetooth headset hanging on the memorial ear lit up. Someone was sending some kind of message to her through this headset.
The eyebrows raised slightly in memory.
"It seems that you are still lucky about the battlefield in the Eastern Mist." Memorial looked into Isis's eyes and slowly spoke, "Unfortunately, just now, your God of Yellow Sand, Seth, died on the battlefield.
In the hands of Xia Jian Sheng, Fengshen was seriously injured and escaped...
You have been defeated."
Upon hearing these words, the expressions of the four nine-pillar gods changed at the same time!
Not only them, but several other human ceilings were also stunned on the spot, with shock in their eyes.
Zhou Ping...has he taken that step?
"This is impossible." Gabe said coldly, "How can a human being kill a god?"
"Whether it is true or not, you will naturally find out when you return to Sun City." Jiu Jiu put his hands in his pockets and spoke calmly.
The faces of the gods were extremely gloomy.
Although they don't believe from the bottom of their hearts that there are humans who can kill gods, but assuming what she said is true, it means... the humans of Daxia are very likely to have mastered the method of setting foot in the realm of gods and killing gods.
If this is the case, then Daxia is a huge threat to all the divine kingdoms in the world!
Isis stood on the sea wearing a skirt and jacket, looking at the end of the sea, the looming outline of the land still did not retreat.
She seemed to be waiting for something.
This time, it was Memorial's turn to frown slightly.
She didn't expect that things had developed to this point and these four nine-pillar gods still refused to retreat?
What on earth are they waiting for?
At this moment, Ye Fan, covered in bruises and bruises, walked over from a short distance wearing a tattered dark red cloak with a smile on his lips.
"Could it be that you are waiting for the so-called curse of national destiny?"
Isis' eyes narrowed.
She turned to look at Ye Fan, who was smiling, and narrowed her eyes.
"Don't be so surprised. It's not surprising that there are so many strange people in Daxia who can predict good and bad luck." Ye Fan shrugged.
"However, if you are really planning on my national destiny in Great Xia...
That's a pity,
I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
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The border of Daxia.
A trace of black air seeped out of nothingness like ink, like a large thick dark cloud, covering the surface of the earth and mountains.
Black is spreading rapidly.
But even though the black air spread across the mountains and cities, no one noticed its existence.
It itself is just a fate curse, and it is impossible to detect it with the naked eye. Even if this black energy spreads over everyone's body, they just feel like a gust of wind blowing, and they quickly return to normal.
Luck is a piece of cake, ethereal and mysterious.
This black energy poured out of nothingness and scattered among the mountains in the territory of Daxia, quickly eating away at the black and yellow luck under the dragon's veins.
In the thick black air, a huge figure gradually condensed out. He stood among the mountains, like a black and cold giant, looking down at the rolling mountains below.
He was wearing black clothes, holding a black scepter in his hand, and had a cold smile on his lips.
The curse of national destiny has been activated.
Under his illusory body, endless black energy surged out, following the torrent of luck hidden under the dragon veins, and quickly transported to every inch of Daxia.
These black energies are the essence of the curse he prepared. After these curses impregnate the national destiny, they will completely corrode it. If the original national destiny of Daxia is a towering tree that thrives, then these curses are rapidly eating away at it.
Poisonous insects clinging to tree trunks.
As long as the big tree of national luck is knocked down and luck withers, Daxia's future will be cut in half.
"What a powerful luck..."
The giant Amon stood among the mountains, closing his eyes and feeling the intricate dragon veins under his feet. In each dragon vein, the rushing luck was like the mighty Yellow River, endless and powerful.
These are the accumulation of luck in Daxia over thousands of years.
Amon's face became slightly solemn.
Even if he is a god who focuses on the way of curses, wanting to use curses to corrode such a huge amount of national destiny is still a huge project and impossible to accomplish in a short time.
But it doesn’t matter. If the corrosion cannot be completed in one day, just two days. If it doesn’t work in two days, it will take a month. If it doesn’t work in one month, it will take a year...
Anyway, he has now transformed into luck, and even if those ceilings come, they can't hurt him at all. He is like a moth with no natural enemies, dormant quietly on the dragon veins of Daxia.
There is nothing these humans can do against him.
At worst, when the gods of Great Xia revive, if he leaves here, he will probably be able to destroy everything even if he does not corrode the entire national destiny of Great Xia.
Once something like national luck is lost, it cannot be made up for. Once it is gone, it is gone. Even gods cannot inject luck into Daxia out of thin air.
Amon closed his eyes and carefully groped for the national destiny of Great Xia, which stood like a giant tree in the sky. At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something, and his brows suddenly frowned.
I saw six figures as bright as the sun gradually appearing between the strongest river of luck.
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Off topic.
Due to some personal reasons, Sanjiu may need to take three days off, but considering everyone's reading experience, I decided to divide the last three chapters into three days, one chapter a day, and wait until Monday to resume normal updates.
Sanjiu's mind is very confused right now and I really can't write anything. I need this short vacation to take a breather and prepare for the plot of the next volume.
Sanjiu will try its best to return the chapters that are owed during the Spring Festival. I am extremely sorry.