The nine-headed vicious dogs roared and roared like madness, and every blood-red pupil was full of madness. Running on the 'Eternal Floating Corridor' intertwined with white and pure sand and light streams, every corner and every crevice was left with its own clear paw prints, and in a few floats, it dissipated in a blink of an eye.

However, even so, the entire floating corridor is still covered in dense imprints.

[Shameful thief! Despicable thieves! ……】

The moment he smelled the godkiller, Beines almost felt his brain being swept over by madness as if it had been thrown into boiling water and steamed.

It was the only artifact in its lair that remained intact, unbroken or corroded, and even the soul of the artifact remained proud for so many years.

Such a powerful, noble, and beautiful thing has long since captured Beins completely.

[That's my desire, my soul, my favorite, my life......]

Obsessed with the Divine Killer Spear, the Nine-Headed Vicious Dog has been trying to swallow this artifact so that it can perfectly integrate into itself and become a part of itself.

The longer the time passed, the more arrogant and unbending the godkiller became, and the extremely high difficulty attracted the increasing joy and desire of the nine-headed vicious dogs, as well as the hidden madness.

Until the appearance of the god of time, this illusion was completely broken, and the silent madness was completely aroused.

Dominated by emotion, Beines doesn't think about whether there is a trap in it, it just wants to get back the artifact that belongs to him, and he will do everything to do it!

Walking through the hive-like world, looking at the upside-down and completely distorted terrain and landforms, as well as the civilization settlements attached to the geography, every time the god of time took a step forward, the rhythm of the collision between divinity and the world attracted the vigilance of many powerful people.

They are real outliers, fanatics who are less accepted by the world than Prometheus.

Gods, demons, heretics, spellcasters...... Everyone who lives here will face the encirclement and suppression of almost all forces from all sides of the multiverse.

Unable to survive, he could only flee to, or be banished to this world.

In the Ancient Nest, the top of the food chain is undoubtedly the Ancient Evil.

They are the product of utter chaos, inherently rebellious and disruptive to order, with an unbridled attitude that no one power can tolerate them.

However, because the vitality is too tenacious, it is extremely difficult to kill, so the ancient evil things can only be dealt with by sealing, banishment, etc., and when they can't bear it anymore, they will consider paying the corresponding price to kill an evil thing.

Under the perception of the god of time, there are at least three ancient evil creatures attracted by the fluctuations they emanate, and this does not include the nine evil dogs.

The god of time silently calculated, nine different roars could already be heard in his ears, and the vicious dog that chose to devour people was already extremely close to him.

It's almost time.

Beines ran frantically forward, and finally, it saw the damn thief.

Wearing an amber cloak, his feet are walking on the mercury streamer, and what he holds in his hand is the god-killing spear that he has been thinking about for a long time!

[That's my baby!] 】

The nine roars were superimposed on each other, rolling sound waves, and when the surrounding civilization communities were blown away, countless fragile lives burned to ashes in the fiery breath, and even the screams could not be released in time.

A claw lunged forward, but all it caught was a blurring of light.

The figure of the god of time gradually faded, but the spear remained real.

The vicious dog nervously pounced, and a head took the lead in biting the barrel of the gun, feeling the rhythm of the soul inside, and the anger of the vicious dog was dissipated by joy in a blink of an eye.

Even if it was next, it would have to face the ancient evil that came from the three-headed onslaught alone.

……

Bagir cautiously dodged from the guards and tiptoed towards the wreck.

He carried a gray ring on the ring finger of his left hand, which flashed a few faint and invisible flashes, and at the same time emitted a breath of heat to make Bagir feel the heat.

His eyes squinted, watching each flash of the ring fall to the ground, and the illusory, hazy but mysterious and complex lines triggered by the fleeting brilliance, all of which made Baguir maintain a calm and nervous state of mind, constantly changing his posture and rushing forward.

The shipwreck is surrounded by a magic array set up by the caster, which not only has the function of sensing and alerting, but also has the ability to burn the intruder to charcoal or freeze it into ice slag.

This ring is a treasure that Baguir has bought with all his wealth, and it has the effect of perceiving magic, and it is a treasure commissioned by some alchemists to rob the caster's treasure.

Of course, these things can only be circulated on the black market, and once exposed, they have to face the endless hunt of spellcasters.

It was because of this ring that Bajir dared to attack the caster.

Two hourglasses had passed, and Bajir had finally broken through the cordon that the magic circle had woven into it.

Although it took a lot of time, luckily Bagill had a whole night to work.

After adjusting slightly, Bajir dived into the wreck with his waist down.

Even after being towed to shore, the wreck still has a lingering smell of rot and a sulfur-like smell.

Paradoxically, Bajir does not feel the dampness of the seashore here, not even the wind, but only the unpleasant heat, as if it is about to catch fire.

All kinds of perverse phenomena made Bagir feel a little fearful in his heart.

If you leave now, it's still too late, but you have worked hard, spent most of your family property, and a few apprentices died, so you go back empty-handed?

The most taboo thing for thieves is to be empty-handed, which symbolizes an unlucky fate.

I'm only a few, I'm only a few......

Hypnotizing himself, Bagir pulled out a woven bag large enough to fit an entire box from his pocket and looked deep into the ship.

However, poor Bagill did not know that his every move was completely under the watchful eye of others.

They weren't humans, their bodies hanging upside down from the ceiling like bats, hidden in the darkness, staring at the human with the same dark sinister pupils as greed had taken over their minds.

There is not only one companion of this type of creature, they are densely packed, and they communicate with each other in divine thoughts:

[Ready to make a move?] Don't let this human run away. 】

[Rest assured, he can't escape.] 】

[Why didn't those demons make a move, sure enough, something without a brain will do bad things!] 】

[Be patient, our goal is to ...... the entire plane]

Creatures hiding in the shadows were chattering and communicating, and outside of Whitewater, the sky shook violently, and then several cracks cracked, and a pitch-black claw poked out of the crack, bringing pure destruction and evil.