"Damn traitor, get the hell out of here!"

The Sleepless Emperor of the Eternal Night came with a fury as the darkness that enveloped the sky dragged out strange ripples and slammed into the walls of nothingness, striking out hundreds of infinitely spreading black cracks.

After the crack, the blockade of the shadow half-plane was forcibly broken, and a gray world came into the emperor's eyes.

However, in addition to the corpses, there were only corpses in front of him, and the remains of the sleepless on the ground covered the entire space, casting the supreme throne with the remains, and it was the illusory light that sat on the throne, facing the angry Emperor of the Eternal Night, the corner of the pseudo-god's mouth flashed with a smile, and a tall glass appeared in his hand, filled with a third of the amount, and the red liquid like blood was like wine.

However, it is the divine blood of the Sleepless Saints, and it still retains the breath of the Emperor of the Eternal Night.

A flirtatious voice of implicit provocation spread, echoing throughout the half-plane:

"Your Majesty, don't you want a drink?"

The flame of anger was ignited at this moment, and the Emperor of the Eternal Night set off a night frenzy, and a steady stream of ink colors emerged a poignant red under the rendering of anger, tearing open the rift like a tidal wave, pouring into it.

The Sleepless Emperor of the Night is a tall human figure shrouded in endless darkness, with a pair of equally black wings behind it, like a fallen angel, but even more evil than the fallen angel who fell into purgatory.

The light and shadow flickered, and the Emperor of the Eternal Night stepped into the land of the half-plane, but at this moment, all the anger was stripped away, and the Emperor who had regained his composure immediately felt the unusual atmosphere around him, so he snorted coldly:

"You are not Him!"

"I never said yes, Your Majesty."

Tearing off the disguise, the provocative, frivolous voice is replaced by another cold that seeps into the bone marrow, the hazy amber light intertwines with faint shadows, and the silver mask tells the truth of hypocrisy.

The fish has taken the bait!

Suddenly—

Behind the Emperor of the Eternal Night, a gold-poured disc clock appeared, its hands turning like a spinning top.

Time pauses!

The power of time washed down, and the entire half-plane was scattered like a paper shell, revealing the true face of the ambush.

The Emperor of the Eternal Night was shocked to find that the heavens and the earth disappeared at the same moment, and the amber ribbon of light swirled in the sky, and he was stepping on a labyrinth woven by countless huge rings.

In the labyrinth, no matter which direction you look, all you see is a crystal ring corridor, and what you see is always your own reflection.

It's as if it's packed into a chunk of maple amber.

His heart was filled with inexplicable panic and jealousy, and the emperor wanted to speak, but at this moment, this fear was greatly exaggerated.

Because He found that his body could not move at this moment, not even to move his fingers or blink his eyes.

Soon, the wise emperor also discovered the strangeness of his state.

It's time! The man in front of him, he can manipulate time!

The god of time looked coldly at the Emperor of the Eternal Night, as if he were looking at a mosquito that had strayed into pine resin, wrapped in endless years, until amber took shape.

The biggest gap between the true god and the evil god is that the former is forever in the kingdom of God, and the most terrifying means of attack of the true god is not to superimpose the divine power on the domain to expand and suppress the enemy, but to summon the projection of the kingdom of God to suppress it strongly!

The true god is the lord of the kingdom of God, and the entire kingdom is at his own mercy, and the night, which holds most of the authority of the kingdom of time, only needs to summon a projection, and the Emperor of the Eternal Night who strays into it is really like a mosquito that strays into amber, and is slaughtered by others.

……

Nightshade knows the methods of the god of time, and knows what a huge gap exists between the true god and the evil god.

The projection of the Kingdom of God contains countless powers, and the God of Time only needs to mobilize a part of it to be able to play with the Emperor of the Eternal Night in applause, basically eliminating the possibility of turning the tables.

And on the ontological side, the situation is also controlled by the night.

Three of the four chasing Sleepless Saints were silently controlled by the hounds, and the survivors were caught in the night, and in a brief intersection, the Saints used the divine power given by the gods to fill in the stigma and unleash the most powerful move.

Stigmata: Lightless Night!

The night falls into the realm of darkness, the sight is blocked, the hearing is cut off, the five senses are blocked and the four senses are blocked, and only the sense of touch remains.

Spear in hand, the saint smirked and struck a fatal blow at the darkness, as dazed and helpless as a lamb.

However, the super brain blocks the penetration of strange energy, and the [super sixth sense] captures the direction of crisis conduction.

Just for a moment—

The saint flew dazedly, his chest pierced by his own spear, nailed to the huge fresco on the church wall.

The content of the portrait is an image of a god full of sacredness, majesty, and love, with his hands folded and holding a black sun.

The Black Sun means 'hope' in doctrine, and it is on hope that it is nailed.

Armed with a black knife, the figure of the night disappeared like a ghost, and a moment later, he appeared in the last position of the Sleepless Pope.

All retreats have been cut off, and the remaining forces have been infinitely weakened under the endless blows, leaving only a few stubborn Eternal Night Sacrifices in front of them.

The priests weave through their dark mist, and within them lies kaleidoscopic illusions, and if you step into them, you will be led in the wrong direction.

The night stepped straight into the mist.

All blasphemy has been completely unleashed, and only this last clumsy trick remains, which is not even difficult, and Cangye knows that the other party has nothing to do.

This time it caused a bit of a lot of commotion.

Sighing for no reason, the figure of the night rushed forward, holding the knife in one hand, the priests were hit by the untouchable, and their minds were invaded by terrible visions, and they let out a terrified scream on the spot.

"This ...... What is this? ”

"No, don't come here!"

With a desperate scream, the night stepped on the dark notes and slashed open the door, and behind this door was the Pope, who was hiding in it.

The moment the door was broken, the night was greeted by a magnificent torrent of darkness, containing terrifying corrosive energy.

"Die!"

The Sleepless Pope looked frantic and screamed on the spot.

……

The 'Emperor of the Sleepless Night' roared, and the god's body was hit again.

The Scythe of Time snatched a thousand years of lifespan from its body, and the God of Time holding the Scythe stepped forward quickly, and the time it swept away transformed into surging divine power, and once again unleashed a shockwave of divine power.

At this moment, the projection of the Kingdom of God cooperated with the offensive, and the feeling of the sky spinning seemed to have cut the Eternal Night Emperor into hundreds of pieces.

The scattered divine power was attacked by each shockwave, and by the time it returned to normal, the Emperor's aura had already languished to the extreme.

"I, I'm not reconciled!"

This is the last sigh and the last sad words left in the world by the cruel evil god who has been cunning and plotting allies all his life in betrayal and pursuit. ()

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