"Meet again, mighty and unknown gods."

Appearing as a human gentleman with a smirking mask, the god of hypocrisy looks like he can't wait to meet the god of time.

Although he had to succumb to the obscenity of the other party last time, the so-called dignity has no value, and the god of hypocrisy only exists for the sake of profit, and he sees in the god of time countless great benefits that can be obtained.

The god of time does not care about condensing worthless clones, and the incomplete godhead cannot support such consumption, so the god of time only condenses a huge silver mask image to manifest, and the real situation is still left to the night to deal with.

The huge silver mask was wrapped in a rich divine power, levitating in front of the god of hypocrisy.

Suddenly—

The smoothness and smoothness of the mask's surface gradually emerge as a human face.

The delicate facial features can't tell the male and female, can't distinguish age, can't judge the race, everything is hidden under the 'mystery'.

Connecting the emotional template, the 'arrogant' mask is extracted in the palace, and the expression of the human face also emerges accordingly with the arrogance of looking at all things.

"I don't want to see that disgusting smile of yours if I could."

The god of hypocrisy smiled nonchalantly:

"If this makes you feel uncomfortable, it is not difficult to change your face."

As he spoke, the mask of the god of hypocrisy had faded, revealing a face that was far more beautiful than mortals, and even gods should be intoxicated by this beauty.

It's just that there are some flaws that this is not the face of the god of hypocrisy, but the god of beauty, and only the embodiment of beauty is qualified to have this beauty.

"It has to be said that Lady Afra is the most popular of the gods, and it all thanks to this face."

Touching this beautiful face, the god of hypocrisy smiled and said.

Avra is the name of the god of beauty, and is a very popular goddess among mortals and gods, and has received many pursuits from the main gods and god kings, including the proud king of gold, and even the abyss, there are many existences for this lady.

"Not everyone has beauty, and the skin that doesn't belong to you can only be piled up with dirt and filth."

In the face of the night's unceremonious ridicule, the god of hypocrisy can still maintain a humiliating self-cultivation.

"It's the first time I've heard of His Majesty's opinion, so maybe there is some truth to it."

Seeing that he couldn't find out useful information, in order to prevent the loss of useless time, Cang Ye said directly:

"You must have come to me just for tea and chat."

"Can't you?"

With a beautiful face, the smirk of the god of hypocrisy is simply destroying this beauty.

"We are all allies in the same camp, and it is not meaningless to drink tea and chat and strengthen relationships......

"Your Majesty is really good at talking, I don't remember forming an alliance with you?"

"Your Majesty is really forgetful, I ceded control of the Rock Wasteland to His Majesty for seven days, and His Majesty naturally joined my camp, isn't that so?"

"Isn't this operation the result of our tacit cooperation as allies?"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, the mask intended to carve a signal of extreme danger.

The night has read the purpose of the god of hypocrisy.

He had come here to form an alliance, specifically, a long-term alliance not only within the Evil God Alliance, but also with Prometheus and even the Apocalypse gods.

In other words, the hypocritical god has extreme ambitions, and the chaos of the situation also creates opportunities for beings like Him.

The meaning of one's own existence must be the target of the firepower, and this is still expected to be the other party's conscience, 'usable cannon fodder', this is the definition of the god of hypocrisy on himself.

"Your Majesty, I think you've miscalculated something."

"I had no intention of forming an alliance with you from beginning to end, it made no sense to me."

"If that's what you think, you're very wrong."

The god of hypocrisy shook his head, his expression smiling.

"This is a rare change in countless epochs, the passage of the heavenly realm has been cut off, the exit of the heaven has been sealed, the underworld cannot be dispatched according to the rules, and the other gods are waiting and seeing, the Apocalypse God Department can't swallow the whole cake alone, doesn't His Majesty want to get a share?"

"If you want to stir up, go to your lamb."

The silver mask let out a mocking sneer, as if he had no regard for what the god of hypocrisy had said.

The god of hypocrisy shook his head, and then changed the face of the god of beauty, and replaced it with a completely unfamiliar face.

Seeing this face, the laughter of the night stopped.

"His Majesty must be familiar with him."

……

In the semi-enclosed space, the void barrier was riddled with holes, and countless violent turbulence streams emerged from the gap, repeatedly washing against the space, the rules were repeatedly reset, and the levers that maintained balance were on the verge of shattering.

Countless terrifying streams of light swept through Shenwei, surging back and forth in the space, each stream of light was filled with a trembling aura, as if just a small wisp of it was enough to instantly crush the legends that had been passed down in the mortal world.

Beings powerful enough to make the world tremble weave together the chains that keep the space crumbling, but more than that, it binds the terrifying shadow that screams incessantly.

"Godslayers, fears, you rebels, can you kill me?"

"It's so naïve!"

There was a terrifying beast roar like a thunderbolt, and suddenly, a huge claw poked out of the chain-woven cage and tore a corner.

"It broke free."

"It's okay, it's already in a hurry."

"This is an opportunity."

"Let's shoot!"

……

Countless terrifying attacks that broke through the boundaries of the Nine Rings of spells converged on the torrent of light magic, and the continuous impact was on the chain cage.

With a terrifying scream, the cage exploded, and an unimaginably large beast shadow rushed out of it.

It was a large black lion, with a pair of bat-like wings and countless scales stuck under its ribs, perhaps it would be better to call it dragon wings.

"Smash them and welcome the wrath of God!"

Divine power surged out of his throat, and in an instant, a ball of fire flew out of the black lion's bloody mouth, completely blasting the entire crumbling space into pieces.

"Miscalculated, it still has the strength to struggle."

"It's exhausted."

"Don't worry, it can't escape, His Majesty the Witch King is still outside."

"Give up, fierce god from the wilderness, you have been eliminated by the times."

The black lion's expression was squinting and haughty, disdainful of his besieging man, and in an instant, his body suddenly twisted, and then slammed into the outer layer.

Waiting on the outer layer is the white-robed witch-king, the fallen saint Francis.

In just a few seconds, the Witch King had already compiled a prototype of a magic net composed of 99 nine-ring spells, heading towards the black lion's cover.