Evil gods and false gods can also accumulate divine power for themselves by gathering faith, but the quality is much more fragile than that of true gods, and the [divine power blaster] inspired by them is also a deteriorated version.

However, even so, a single shockwave can directly wipe out most of the Yaksha heroes who attacked.

The mythical powerhouse of the Yaksha shook its wings at high speed, hummingbird-like buzzing, and avoided life in an emergency, but what awaited it was the merciful obliteration of the god of hypocrisy.

"Lost Lamb, turn back to the Father, for only then can you be saved!"

The god of hypocrisy is surrounded by light and rainbows, and the face engraved in the streamer is pieced together by kindness, love, mercy, and justice.

Hypocrites are good at disguising themselves as consultative beings to hide their ugly faces.

Hypocritical kindness is covered up by lies, and the god of hypocrisy is also the god of lies!

Twelve wings of light of different colors form six rings of false gods.

Each aura is the embodiment of the False God Domain, the six God Domains are superimposed, the God of Hypocrisy, or the God of Lies, his status among the false gods is infinitely close to that of the evil gods, and the scale of the God Domain is also extremely close to the true God Kingdom.

The first [Circle of Mercy], the lost lamb who strays into it will be subjected to the gaze of the higher dimensional gaze, and will be exposed as naked in front of the Great Being.

The great being casts an unfortunate eye on the stray-entered, and the extremely difficult mental judgment will cause the stray-entrant to sink into the second ring.

The second [Circle of Love], in the room full of twists and turns of light, will extend countless light touches, tightly entwining the strayed entangler, and in this package, the provocative lamb will feel unprecedented love, which is the greatest 'love' beyond a series of mortal emotions such as family, friendship, and love;

In the caress of love, the next ring is also activated.

The third [Ring of Tranquility], here is an illusory realm, there is no darkness, no light, no sorrow, no crying, the folds of the heart will be smoothed by the breeze, so as to fall into the thoughtless, absolutely ethereal, silent realm.

The fourth [Ring of Indulgence], where most of the intruders will fall completely.

The hypocrites try their best to create an illusory world where there is no pain, no persecution, only sincerity, kindness, beauty and friendliness, and all kinds of wonderful emotions attract the trapper, and waves of pleasure hit, and the spiritual judgment that is endless, and the cumulative improvement of the spirit will make the soul of the trapper completely fall, and very few can break free, but what awaits them is the fifth ring.

Souls killed in the fourth lane will be reborn in the sea of indulgence, their bodies replaced by spiky and pink aberrant bodies, and souls infused with intoxication and delusion, driven by the mad obsession of robbing more souls for the gods by any means necessary.

They are the best soldiers of the gods of hypocrisy, and the 'Executors of the Fallen' are their names, and each one will be transcendent after each recreation.

Many Yaksha have been transformed into loyal warriors in the realm of false gods, and they have turned against their compatriots.

The leader of the Yaksha let out a scream, and finally, it was freed from the six-ring realm of the god of hypocrisy, but its soul was also nearly exhausted, and the fire of life was dimmed.

At the last moment, the barbarians and black orcs broke in at the same time, and more than 200,000 elite warriors attacked like tigers and wolves, and the cultists who were caught off guard suffered heavy losses, and in the face of the extreme forces armed by the multiverse conquest for thousands of years, they were completely torn apart and fled for their lives.

The god of hypocrisy was neither anxious nor annoyed, twelve wings swayed in the air, and a soft divine language fell from the sky:

"My beloved son, go and redeem the lost lamb before you!"

There was a roar, and the sound of huge footsteps was approaching.

It was a long, alien monster.

He is 18 meters tall, covered with pink scales with purple and black patterns, and may weigh nearly 4 tons, with a lower body like a goat, but the hoof prints are covered with animal feet with blades like velociraptors.

On the upper body, there are four pairs of slender arms, three of which each hold a scimitar-like weapon, and the top pair has a huge scythe that occupies one-third of the length of the body attached to each wrist, like a praying mantis.

As soon as the monster appeared, it burst into the reinforcements of the black orcs with a wind-like speed.

Under a burst of high-sonic speed, hundreds of heavily armored black orc warriors were knocked away in an instant, and their flesh was scattered in an instant, and all they saw when they opened their armor was a pile of rotten meat.

Several Overseers roared and formed a formation to fend off the xenomorph with the blessing of the war shaman, but the monster simply flicked its arms quickly, and the eight blades set off a sharp turbulence, and for a moment, the line of legendary Overseers was crumbling.

The Karst Governor and the Black Orc General arrived, and the two epic powerhouses joined forces to strike.

And yet—

The whirlwind sweeps, the monster easily breaks through the encirclement and deadly attacks, and the supersonic impact tears a bloody path through the enemy position and returns to its own front.

At this moment, its whole body was covered with stinking and filthy blood, and the sharp thorns connecting the carapace carried countless severed limbs, and from its body, it seemed that the screams of death could be heard.

Almost out of 1,000 'Executors of Perdition', one of the darlings will break through the boundaries of the original cause and settle in the recreated body, and the poison containing illness and love will be poured into the sinking soul.

The great pain will force the soul to struggle, and judgment begins. The loser will be completely reduced to nourishment for other sunken souls, and the successful will use this toxin to stimulate the re-evolution of the body and become a 'doting young child'.

The 'doting young son' in front of him is the most terrifying killing weapon on the battlefield!

The remnants of the Yaksha were immediately co-opted by the Black Orcs after losing their leader.

In order to fight against the existence of the evil god level, they are not unprepared, the Karst Governor has already prepared the hole cards, and they only opened them at the critical moment.

Proud evil gods, crazy aliens, at this moment, they will see, the supreme masterpiece from the god of Wugmar.

The leader of the black orcs let out a furious battle cry, and at the same time, all the warriors let out a loud roar in unison.

From the rear of the battlefield, Beamon, whose head was wrapped in chains, dragged a huge iron box almost twice his size under the whip of the overseer.

The adult Beamon was 25 meters tall, but compared to the huge square iron box behind it, engraved with countless runes, it looked skinny.

For the first time, the god of hypocrisy tore off the disguise of love, and a hideous expression appeared at this moment, only in a moment, a giant claw had approached Beamon.

However, at this moment, the iron box automatically fell off the giant beast's body, and the rattling iron chain flew up with the iron box, and then slowly opened.