The god of the game in the battle has never left the god of time, and he has only the extreme crazy excitement in his heart for the forbidden existence in the history of this multiverse.

Yes, that's how it should be, the world is no longer as boring as it used to be.

Filled with fanatical demonic desire, the God of Games gracefully wielded the Sword of Despair, slicing hundreds of wounds on the body of the true god in front of him.

After the death of the original owner, the life of the soul of the magic sword, which was connected in the same vein, also came to an end.

Loki El sacrificed this soul by unknown means, wielding all the power of despair, thereby accelerating the alienation of the magic sword by the chaotic energy.

The appearance of today's magic sword has naturally changed greatly.

The gray-black blade of the sword seemed to be made of a piece of biological carapace, and countless thin sharp hoses twisted together and plunged straight into Loki El's arm, closely connected to the blood vessels, continuously drawing the divine power and blood of the god of the game.

After a new round of washing, the magic sword has become the possession of the god of the game.

With the magic sword in his hand, the god of the game frivolously picked out the godhead from the body of the god on the ground, and then stopped looking at the gradually decaying body, and showed a self-righteous and kind smile to the god of time:

"Why has this crown been watching from the sidelines and not joining in this rare feast?"

The God of Time was speechless, but before the God of Games could speak, he had already picked up the Scythe of Time, quietly guarding against the God of Games and the Lord Wugmar.

Seeing this, Loki El raised his eyebrows, and his smile became more and more sincere:

"It turns out that you and I are the same."

As if he had seen his kind, the god of the game looked very excited, but the main god of Wugmar, who had already completed the hunt in advance, spoke:

"Your Majesty Loki El, do you really think this alien is the same as you?"

"More ruthless than the true god, the demon seed is more weird, but he has the power to make the gods jealous, such an existence, even the Lord of Balance will not allow him to continue to live!"

However, the words of Lord God Ugmar had the opposite effect.

The god of the game turned his head to look at the main god of the black orc, and the smile on his face became more and more crazy:

"Of course He is the same as me!"

"The so-called Lord of Balance cannot tolerate Him, nor can He tolerate me......"

"We are all aliens who are not tolerated by gods and demons."

These words caused a crack in the alliance between the two gods.

The main god of Wugmar had a strange gaze, but he didn't show it blatantly, but continued to say lightly:

"I'm just kindly reminding you that this alien doesn't have any feelings for us."

The god of the game responded with a smile:

"Of course, because so do I!"

……

Hojmara is in a very bad state right now.

The Lord's dying throes dragged him to the brink of death, and although he eventually devoured some of the true gods and repaired some of his injuries, most of the energy was still stored in his body, and it would take time to reach the standard of perfect recovery.

After all, the sea of life of the old rulers was too large and exuberant.

Now is a good opportunity for the savior of decay.

The content of the death of the Lord of Despair between the true gods, the three main gods of the Apocalypse have long since left, although it is very regrettable to take away a few snacks, but at least a few important threats have been reduced.

Today, the only thing left on the battlefield that still poses a certain danger to itself is the main god of Wugma, a game god that he can't see through, and the god of time who has an unknown position.

And now, these three forces are also infighting, and they seem to have been forgotten for the time being.

It doesn't get any better than that!

Fate favored the old rulers, and Hojmara looked at the diminution of her presence, her body as if turned to stone, perfectly blending in with the surrounding landscape.

That's right, the chaos coercion that belongs to the old rulers should also be put away, the flesh and blood should return to the earth and stones, the soul to the wind, the tentacles and scales to trees, and the blood to rivers......

In this way, the rotten savior deposited himself safe and sound in the local ecosphere.

And everything really went as He expected, and everything went in the direction He wanted.

Not far away, the god of time, who was confronting the Lord of Witchma and the god of games, glanced at the Rotten Savior faintly.

The Old Ruler may not know that after the death of the Lord of Despair, there is absolutely no god on the field who will ignore His presence, no matter how desperately He tries to disguise Himself.

He and the other two have the same thoughts, ostensibly opposing each other, but in fact a certain tacit understanding has been established, just wait for one of the gods to give a signal, and the three gods will launch an all-out blow towards the rotten savior at the same time, until this biggest threat is eliminated, the three gods will definitely not be at ease with each other.

The night also looks forward to the fall of the corrupt savior, but the night also covets it, so the god of time will never let the other two gods preempt.

The three parties are all extremely intelligent existences, and no small trick can hide from the other, so in order to seize the opportunity, there must be hole cards that the other two parties cannot react to.

And it just so happens that the god of time has such hole cards.

It took a lot of time, and he had completely merged the [space] priesthood, and had also reached a preliminary fusion with the [time] priesthood, and he could use a little supernatural power.

For the Savior of Rot, this will surely be an unforgettable memory for him.

Just when Hojmara was glad that she was safe, suddenly—

There was a spiritual fluctuation in the sky above the broken sky that was extremely familiar to Hojmara, it was the breath that also belonged to the old rulers!

A vortex was created in an instant, and the distorted force field flashed in all directions.

Instead of darkness that can be swallowed up by light, the inside of the whirlpool takes on an amber color like a glass glue, filled with a psychedelic hazy atmosphere.

It was from the amber portal that the breath of the same kind that was familiar to the rotten savior came from that amber portal.

The Lord Wugmar looked at the amber vortex, and his shocked gaze quickly took on a layer of heaviness:

"Damn, he's already in control of the plane!"

However, as soon as the words fell, his expression instantly froze, and his body froze at that moment.

Also treated in this way was Loki El, the god of games, except that the thrill-seeking and crazy god had a crazy smile on his face before he froze.

The door of the whirlpool slowly opened, and the body of the decaying savior gradually became immobile, and his mind died as temporarily as his body, and when he returned from that wonderful state, another god appeared before his eyes, but whose breath was extremely familiar to him, or—

It's the Old Dominator! ()

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