The white-robed Witch King retorted almost immediately:

"Your Majesty hasn't fully recovered yet, is it too unwise to deal with an ancient evil creature as powerful as the nine-headed vicious dog at once?"

"Don't worry, I just need a few more snacks to regain half of my strength."

The copper coffin let out a brief hum, and in the next moment, the entire bronze coffin flew into the distance, and the target was the wilderness world.

A moment later, a few screams were faintly heard, followed by an invisible wind blowing through the depths of the wilderness towards civilization.

The bitter wind was mixed with the smell of blood that had not yet disappeared, and the Godslayers couldn't help but shiver on the spot.

They know who the owner of the smell of blood is.

The ruler of the wilderness, the only two remaining dreadors, became the 'little snack' for Langinus to regain his strength, and the speed of this process was far beyond the reach of any of the godkillers present.

Not long after the screams disappeared, the bronze coffin flew back, and the whole thing was like being fished out of a sea of blood, and there were sticky blood stains everywhere, constantly seeping into the cracks and becoming thinner.

The bronze coffin buzzed again:

"It's better than I expected, and my strength has returned to six."

At the cost of all the flesh and blood of the two dreadgods, it is only a slight recovery of Longinus's qi and blood, you know, each dreadgod has a terrifying combat power comparable to that of a god killer.

However, even with only sixty percent of his strength, the coercion unleashed by the Primordial Godslayer was enough to make every descendant of the Primordial God Slayer feel trembling.

Click!

The lid of the coffin was slowly lifted, and a handsome and upright figure slowly walked out of the coffin.

It has a Titan-like body, but it is much thinner, and its well-proportioned body is not as burly as that of giants, but has the typical firmness of ordinary humans, and the proportions of each muscle are just right.

A dazzling black hair stretched to his ankles, covering Langinus's entire body like a cloak, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only a pair of golden eyes that had gone through endless years and still dazzled as usual attracted everyone's attention.

What kind of eyes are they?

Calm, calm, arrogant, wise, the combination of the strongest wisdom and the strongest warrior, even more like a real saint than the white-robed witch king, the former saint.

The first godkiller in the history of the multiverse, he is back on the world stage today.

The descendants after him all knelt on one knee, and even the gods could not make their bent waists bow down to this god-killing predecessor at this moment, paying the highest degree of respect.

"Your Majesty, welcome back!"

The god-like golden pupils looked around everyone, and their expressions were quiet for a long time.

"Well, get up."

Accepting this respect as calmly as a monarch, Longinus turned to look at the bronze coffin that had held him for countless years, and stretched out one hand to caress the coffin.

The next moment, as if given life, the bronze coffin closed its lid and flew to the feet of Longinus.

Barefoot on the bronze coffin, black hair flying, Longinus looked at the sky, his gaze penetrating the narrow Promethean sky, looking at the endless sea of stars beyond the sky.

"Gods, the daring mortal you feared has returned."

……

The resurrection of Longinus, except for the god of time, did not alarm the second god.

With only sixty percent of the combat power, it is not a good thing to be known by too many gods, especially on the eve of the new High Gods Council.

At least until the godkiller is retrieved, the god of time is not prepared to spread the news, and with the closed nature of Prometheus itself, it will not be easy for other forces to find out.

……

The eternal tranquility of the river of time, on which God has returned.

Stepping on the surface of the river, for a moment, a large number of chaotic ripples spread out in all directions around the center of the god's body, forming gorgeous ripples like butterfly wings.

The amber light weaves ripples, and the psychedelic wheel of light circles and circles, reflecting before the eyes of the god of time.

With the power of the river of time, the gods see water ripples that stretch in countless directions.

Each water streak represents a multiverse future.

Countless ripples are the same texture, the same waves, and the same frequency.

These are predetermined destinies, and they are also histories known to the gods beforehand, and if nothing else, these water streaks will occupy the majority of positions, guiding the river of time to a predetermined fate.

However, these identical water patterns do not occupy the majority, they are only the most similar category of all water lines, because there are no two that are completely similar except for them.

Countless water streaks each stretch in different directions, countless destinies, countless possibilities, all together create an impenetrable haze, this layer of fog called 'unknown' obstructs the god's vision.

God's vision also became hazy.

In the unreal, the water ripples distorted, and the river was directed towards another vast expanse of the sea.

This is the sea of destiny, a mysterious realm that no god can set foot in.

Some time ago, the ontology completed the [Epic Mandate], and after cutting off the connection with the Sea of Destiny, a rare riot occurred in this sea.

The sea burst into a column of air that soared into the sky, all the way through the heavens, through the heavens, to the canopy of trees at the apex of the 'world', and to create a nameless throne in the pantheon.

It is because of this divine seat that the biggest anomaly that should have been outside of fate has happened.

The convening of the Council of the High Gods will completely change the existing landscape, and the future that the god of time can see will be completely guided into uncharted territory.

The history of the origin has been greatly disrupted, and the established historical trigger may be reduced to less than 30%, and it is already unpredictable whether the [Abyss Party], [Titan Return], and [Shadow of the Old Day] that should occur in the future will come as scheduled.

It can be said that until this moment, finally, the multiverse has developed to the point where even Cangye, who knows about it, and the future is truly unpredictable.

It is only in a chaotic future that the evil and arrogant plan that belongs to the night can be carried out.

One of the greatest heretics of the multiverse is gradually moving down the path of the twist he has drawn up.

Nidhogg, the Devourer of the World and a Witness of Destruction, has begun to spread its wings and prepare to soar above the never-ending battlefield of extinction.

The god of time withdrew his gaze.

The nameless throne will temporarily attract the attention of the gods, and in the short term, the actions of the body cannot attract the attention of any god, and the greatest danger is very likely to be on the eve of the canonization of the gods.

After the High Gods Council is over, the abyss must be invaded in advance, muddy the bowl of water, distract the gods, and reduce the pressure on the body.

The God of Time will be temporarily on the same side as the Abyss.