Shar pondered for a while and said: "The focus of the matter is Anu?"
Raven sighed: "The truth of the matter can only be known after Anu is killed or forced to surrender."
The red knight suddenly asked: "Raven, with the strength of two and a half worlds, can we eat these four worlds?"
"You have to eat even if you can't." Lei Wen said seriously: "Now is the group stage before the final battle. If you can't even win the group stage championship, why should you compete in the finals?"
"That too."
After Raven sent several backup plans to the gods with his spiritual thoughts, his face suddenly became stern.
There is action in the four worlds.
Anu suddenly sent a message to the Ori gods: "This is a war with no result, and I choose to give up."
Anu's summons was so sudden that Raven was really caught off guard.
"Real? False?" This is the question shared by almost all Ori gods.
Without giving Raven any time to react, the world of Mesopotamia withdrew. When a world evacuated the nearby airspace, the space fluctuations caused were so strong that there was no possibility of any phantom or false retreat.
At the end of the vision, I was trembling when I saw the starry sky.
The huge space oscillations that affected the surrounding space created a tremolo similar to sound. Ten minutes later, the world of Mesopotamia disappeared from the vision of the gods.
Although they were confused and couldn't figure out why, when the world of Mesopotamia, the second largest among the four hostile worlds, was evacuated, the Ori gods breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
For example, if the size of Orui's world is 9, then the size of the large Djinn and Azaranti worlds that have just arrived are two 6s.
However, the Celts on the opposite side are 8, Mesopotamia is 7. In addition, Findland and Yoruba are both 6.
In a real fight, no matter how strong Raven is, it will be a miserable victory.
Continuous great victories certainly gave confidence to the gods under his command, but on the other hand, hasty integration will definitely not be effective. It will definitely take time to transform the fruits of victory into one's own strength.
At this time, Raven frowned.
The thoughts of the three gods came almost in no particular order.
"Your Majesty Yunfield! Save those two jackals Dagoda and Uko. They actually broke the covenant and attacked me! I am willing to serve you as my master like Tempus. Since you can accept Tempus, you should also accept me.
Go!" The one who screamed in sorrow was naturally the weakest Yoruba god, Olulun.
The spiritual message of Dagoda and Uko is almost the same: "Don't meddle in other people's business, we will leave after we divide the Yoruba world."
Almost immediately, Shar put a hand on the back of Raven's hand: "Be careful of the trap!"
Raven nodded and looked at everything in the vision calmly.
The icy cosmic wind blew through the void, and the rubble left in the void from the previous battle was either swallowed up by the huge boundary membrane or blown away by the strong wind.
In Raven's divine vision, he saw two slightly blurry green branches inserted into the branches of the world supported below the Yoruba world.
The next moment, the two worlds of Celtic and Findland were moving rapidly on the branches of the world.
The two worlds flanking each other, one on the left and one on the right, cut off the light emitted by other stars, making them look fierce and cruel.
The Yoruba world moved. It moved toward Ori along the branches of the World Tree.
Before receiving Raven's approval, the world seemed to be moving slowly and hesitantly.
A light green network of laws. It extends from the Yoruba world, across the void, and extends towards Qian Orui. The network is composed of hexagonal grids, connected to each other, one grid after another.
Put them together to form a huge network cable.
This is the 'life-saving straw' thrown by the Yoruba world to Raven. As long as Ori chooses to accept this 'rope', the Yoruba world can approach Ori's world at twice the normal speed at high speed.
Beside Raven, Ometeto and the Red Knight said almost at the same time: "This must be a trap!"
The red knight said: "Once you connect the rope of laws that can pull the world, what you pull will not be one Yoruba, but three whole worlds. You can't connect it!"
Ometeto added: "It may also be preparation with both hands. If we pick up the rope, then the three worlds will attack together. If we don't pick up, then they will really divide Yoruba and leave. In order to
Let’s fight again in the final battle.”
Yes, it can be a play, or it can be fake or real.
As to what kind of trap it is, no one from God can give an absolutely certain answer.
Raven didn't speak. His entire divine body seemed to be bathed in darkness, allowing the power of darkness to blow his hair and armor.
Raven could feel the wind of fate blowing across his cheeks, one by one, carrying indescribable fragments of the future.
Every foreseeable future is full of chaos and uncertainty.
Raven was quiet, as if he were standing at the entrance of a valley and listening to a faint chime tune coming from the top of a distant mountain.
"Dang Dang Dang" the bell of fate is so exciting, yet so vague.
Ometeto, Tempus, Shar, Red Knight, Wind God Arcadi, Dwarf God King Moradin and other powerful gods said in unison: "Your Majesty, please make a decision!"
This is a decision for the future of three entire worlds.
Any decision may lead to victory or destruction.
The pressure surged toward Raven like a mountain.
The memory of past lives is completely useless at this moment. Being in the highest position and enjoying the highest treatment, you have the highest responsibility.
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.
Although I really don't want to admit it, at this moment, it is indeed the case.
Unconsciously, he has come here step by step. Raven no longer simply shoulders the happiness of a few gods, but the happiness of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people. On his shoulders, there are three worlds and hundreds of millions.
The future of the living beings is planned, and they move forward with countless ideals, incalculable memories and history.
Now, thousands of voices and billions of wills have given the decision-making power to Raven.
For the first time, Raven felt the pressure be so heavy.
The urgings of the Yoruba god Olulun became more and more urgent, and each thought was more humble than the other. In the end, he almost called himself a slave of the gods.
In the horizon, the boundary membranes of the three worlds are already connected.
In the Celtic world, thousands of planes emit the power of origin, like bright strips of light, converging on a huge road of light. This huge light strip emitting bright light is like
Like needles, it penetrates deeply into the Yoruba world.
At this moment, millions of astral apostles emerged from this flowing river of the world, all heading towards the Yoruba world.
No matter how you look at it, Dagoda means it. (To be continued.)
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