In the void not far away, the Celtic supreme god Dagoda crossed his arms on his chest and stared at Olulun who was making his final struggle with indifferent eyes. ←,.
Yes! The Celtic world finally took action against the Yoruba world.
"Destroy these traitors who are liaising with the enemy's territory" all the Celtic Star Apostles shouted similar slogans.
Because of Raven's persuasion, Olulun's hesitation in intercepting the world of Findland became the biggest excuse for war in the Celtic world.
Whether it is for the high-sounding punishment of 'disloyal betrayers' or the need for world promotion, Olulun must fall, and the Yoruba world must be dismantled and swallowed.
The face of Olulun, the Yoruba world god, is full of despair and regret.
"I should have listened to what Raven said. Instead of being completely devoured by you, I should learn from Uko, at least I won't have to perish." That was a roar from the depths of his soul.
"Stupid!" Dagoda snorted disdainfully from his nose.
Dagotha indeed despises Alulun. In his opinion, from Alulun's point of view, whether he rebels on the spot and joins the more powerful Raven, or completely surrenders, surrenders his identity and becomes his Dagotha again.
The results of the God-Emperor under his command will be much better.
Not to mention that the world is in short supply of resources now, even if there is no shortage, such two-faced guys are never popular!
This is Olulun's own destruction!
On the entire battlefield, the battle is coming to an end. Take the four worlds that are fighting as a plane and look down from the highest point of the starry sky. The red and black forces representing the Yoruba world have been dispersed. And the forces representing the Yoruba world have been dispersed.
The terrifying torrent of the three major forces in the Celtic world has completely surrounded the Yoruba army, which is fighting left and right in an attempt to escape.
The remaining red and black parts of the void are dying out at an ever-increasing speed. The strange micro-planes that are as black as ink are like moving fortresses, entering the scene at an unimaginable speed.
Those planes that looked like small black suns flickered like phantoms, making space jumps of varying lengths in the void. The space was distorted countless times, large and small, and then quickly calmed down.
During the high-speed jump, these black shadow fortresses easily dyed the planes in the Yoruba world black one by one.
"Your Majesty, the military forces in the Shadow World are advancing faster than planned. If this continues, they will occupy the reserved land in the Formore Deep Sea World."
"Hmph." The Supreme One, holding the double-headed staff, snorted unhappily, but there was no more emotion expressed in his deep pupils.
All powerful Celtic beings understand in their hearts that Dagotha is called the Supreme God, but in fact it only occupies a dominant position in the three major Celtic pantheons.
King Balor and Queen of Shadows Skarsage do not have the power to rule in the true sense.
"Is it really okay to let them both go like this?" The god who spoke had a gleaming arm that looked like a mechanical arm. However, this silver arm was not like a prosthetic limb that was installed forcibly. Instead, it perfectly followed
His divine body was fused together, just like a mortal arm of flesh and blood.
‘Silver Hand’ Nuada becomes the Celtic god.
If it hadn't been for the battle with the Feiberg Protoss, the previous protoss that ruled the Celtic world, in which the main body lost an arm forever, resulting in a great loss of divine power, and finally chose to give way on his own, perhaps the current god would still be a worthy one.
Dear senior.
Dagoda can show disdain for other existences, but he has always maintained the greatest respect for Nuada.
"Alas, there's not enough time." Dagoda shook his head, as if trying to drive away the bad premonition, but in the end he was unsuccessful. He stretched out his long and powerful index finger, pointing his fingertips into the void and following the Queen of Shadows, Ska.
Olulun, who was fighting with Sage, asked: "Excluding this idiot, does our Celtic world only have Raven Yunfield as our only enemy?"
There was no sense of relaxation in the tone of the Supreme God Dagotha.
"Your Majesty said that, and I felt it too. Even in that one-versus-five battle, Raven's arrogance was just fake. Looking back carefully, his humility was completely inconsistent with his supreme status, even if he wasn't there at the time.
In the end, Anu was killed, and he never said anything harsh to Your Majesty."
"The only explanation is that he has been preparing for one, or even several more powerful opponents. But I and my Celtic world are not taken seriously by him at all!" Dagoda held the staff tightly.
The knuckles of my right hand and fingers turned a little white due to excessive exertion.
Nuada was silent.
If this bad calculation is true, then the Celtic world is really far behind.
After eating the Yoruba world, Celtic could barely make three large worlds. And Raven's side already has a luxurious lineup of one giant mid-level, two large and one medium world, and even three large worlds.
.They have no idea how far Raven’s power will grow.
The only thing that is certain is that Celtic are definitely at a disadvantage.
Both gods sighed helplessly, and finally returned their vision to the battlefield.
Olulun's face was completely ashen, like an insect caught in a spider's web, struggling desperately, but to no avail.
In the boundary membrane of the Yoruba world, this is his home court. Originally, he should have the absolute advantage in the world of his own laws, but the situation is completely reversed.
It looks more like people are using the sword and others to eat fish and meat.
The world of laws that he weaved with the power of the world that is biased towards the origin of fire is, for some reason, being used unscrupulously by the mysterious and powerful Celtic god.
Each of his magical attacks will be perfectly copied and hit back at him.
What's even more ruthless is that the other party even uses his world power. It seems that as soon as the world power leaves his hand, it no longer belongs to him, but to his enemy.
If it was a simple battle in the void, Alulun would definitely withdraw.
But this is in his world, and behind him is his main plane, and he can't escape at all.
"Ahhh...why!? Why?" Olulun looked like he was crazy, launching waves of violent attacks at the goddess with a vague face and a body that looked like the incarnation of darkness. He had already switched more than a hundred times.
There are several rules-based construction models, but none of them are effective.
His attacks can't even touch the opponent's divine shield.
What on earth is going on!?
As a god, he was completely fooled?
The deduction of various law models, the screams of subordinate gods in the spiritual network, and various prayers are all chaotic in Olulun's spiritual sea, as if he will have a mental breakdown at any time. (To be completed.)