"So, you only think that we have been in this world for three hundred years."
"In fact, we have been competing for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years."
The blue Holy Spirit spoke the most frightening words in a calm tone.
"Gods, devils, demons, or other false gods, we have been fighting for countless years and fighting in countless worlds."
"You will also go there from now on." The Holy Spirit glanced at him and said calmly.
Bloody battles in the abyss, vicious battles in hell, and wars between wizards, whether they are overt or covert battles, or large-scale armed battles, each time will affect one or several worlds, affecting countless planes.
Those true geniuses and those with abilities were all favored by the gods and driven to the lower planes to fight against those terrifying beings in other worlds.
The belief in the gods spreads across the stars and across the planes.
"when--"
A heavy bell rang.
"when--"
Then there was a second sound, and the blue Holy Spirit was silent for a moment and looked at the upper level of the material world, the huge kingdom of gods.
A sound represents victory and return.
Two blasts represent heavy casualties.
Three sounds represent the death of a god.
"when--"
The third time, the bell rang in the ears of many beings.
"No!"
"No!!"
Some gods have fallen.
This is extremely bad news.
This time, not only did the warriors who went to the lower plane suffer heavy losses, but a god was also killed by a wizard.
The Holy Spirits were a little panicked until they received a new notice to recruit a large number of powerful people from New Philot as a source of troops and continue to march to the lower planes to meet the enemy.
It was on this day that countless meteors fell, bearing the marks of the gods, allowing the warriors to fight for the gods and the world.
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"The mark of the gods?"
In his sleep, Raven opened his eyes and looked at the mark that suddenly appeared on the back of his hand.
He was familiar with that kind of mark. He had done something similar when he was young.
He sensed a familiar aura in this mark, it was the God of Forging.
So the question is, what do they want him to do?
Pulling up his sleeves, Raven sat up without disturbing the two little guys, the stone man and the flying dragon cub, who were huddled in the corner.
He straightened up, walked to the wall, woke up the little stone man, and then drew a mark on his stone slab, which was the mark of the gods.
"I have something to go out for. I'll be back soon." Raven said softly, as if he was simply going out. "If the Viscount comes to see me, show him this."
"Huh?" the stone man asked in confusion.
"No, I'll take you with me next time." Raven touched his bare head, "Here, put on my armor."
Judging from the display of the marks of the gods, he still has seven minutes to prepare, which looks very urgent.
Five minutes later, he put on his armor, led the thin horse, and stood in the open space outside the door with the sword of mercy on his back.
"Take care of that little guy." Raven touched the smaller one's head and told him some questions.
For example, if you have something to do, you can go to the lake outside, where there is water element.
But based on Raven's understanding of this place, as long as the big guy in the jungle doesn't come out, Xiao Yi will not be in any danger. Besides, there is a big guy in the kitchen behind, and he is trustworthy.
"Eh..." The little stone man was a little depressed.
"It's okay." Raven touched him with his hand and comforted him, and then his body became empty and disappeared together with the thin horse.
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Countless planes are wrapped in the bubble of the World Tree universe.
Some planes are slowly rising. They are in the stage of mysterious recovery and are approaching the upper level of the World Tree.
Some worlds are slowly declining, and mystery is gradually declining.
The entire World Tree rotates, the planes at the top rotate shorter, and the planes below rotate longer.
This is the difference in time.
In the past, the Elf God King could only use spiritual acceleration to express time, but generally speaking, the evolution of matter and energy was consistent.
Until the emergence of the World Tree Universe, bubbles enveloped each small plane and large universe respectively, and their time flow rates were different.
At this time, a stream of light flowed from the World Tree, dropping many warriors into many planes.
New Philot in the plane of gods has settled.
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"Turn on the detector and see what the pressure index is?"
"Detector failure, pressure index is normal."
"The electromagnetic coil is operating normally and there is a magnetic field response."
"Keep the pressure on, keep it up..."
In a dark cave, the belly of the mountain was hollowed out, and countless densely packed machines and gears were running.
Some people in black leather jackets were walking back and forth inside, adjusting the upper and lower data.
"The door to another dimension is about to open to us!" A gray-haired old man trembled, looking at the obviously distorted coil space.
"The myths in ancient legends, those gods, dragons, and devils all come from mysterious different dimensions—"
His trembling voice sounded like a devil whispering, or like a hysterical roar and scream.
Countless voices merged into one, and countless voices spoke the same sentence.
boom--
A huge boiler exploded, and two people who were closer were knocked out by the broken iron can skin. Some facilities cracked and broke, releasing hot steam.
The crackling sound was masked by the gush of steam, and dark red blood slowly flowed downwards.
"Get rid of it quickly, damn it, start the backup boiler." The gray-haired old man roared, looking hysterical.
The people next to me hurried over and tightened some gears to prevent them from leaking.
Someone quickly turned on the boiler next to it, allowing the hot steam to flow in and forcefully push the trembling coil.
"It's coming soon, it's coming soon!"
The distorted faces of those people were trembling, their complexions were flushed, their eyes were trembling, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
The twisting and twisting coils were wound up by layers of brass-colored silk threads, and then formed strange shapes one after another, like words, patterns, or some indescribable life forms.
laugh--
This is steam gushing out.
Click click click click——
This is the gear turning.
The shirtless and bearded man spat hard towards the hot stove with carbon blocks, wiped it on his hands, and glanced at the trembling coil not far away with his cold eyes.
Inadvertently, he revealed the dark cross tattoo on his arm.
He got news that there are some guys here summoning demons and he needs to get rid of them.
All people with this dark cross tattoo are God's warriors. They walk in the darkness and kill those dark monsters and humans.
"Common summoning coil, uncommon reaction." He silently memorized the reaction on the coil.