Standing outside the main material world, the flag in Madeira's hand kept shaking, and the world trembled. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are bright red and dazzling.

The sky before dawn will be as red as blood!!

In the midst of his shouts. Above the whole world, countless poor people follow their subconscious and slowly get up.

In the eyes of various colors, they gradually shed a bright look. It was like a pearl that had been dusted for a long time, and suddenly it was wiped clean at this moment.

One, two, three, countless shouts burst out from the depths of their hearts, joining in this brilliant scene.

The world was full of red, and all the gods who tried to enter the main material world were washed away by the brilliance.

All the spiritual light of the gods has been completely dispersed, and there is no supernatural power in the body, and there is no longer the power to absorb faith and refine its own divine power.

Even though they still wear the template of gods, they have the form equivalent of human saints. But at their roots, they no longer have much difference between mortals.

This is the deviation generated by the origin of the World Force, and it is also the choice made by the masses of beings in their own subconscious. This is not up to man, and not up to God!

As Madeira said, there is no god of faith in the world after that

A wave of crimson in the depths of the sky pierced through the time and space of the great world of Tyranny, assimilating everything it touched.

And the never-ending, intensifying storm of the void in the void.

In this instant, it became the only color in the world! It also became a nightmare in the eyes of the gods at this moment!

They sit high on the pantheon, with faith as the bond, the world as the chessboard, the race as the pawn, and the civilization of all beings to win and lose.

Since the opening of the great world of Tyranny, I don't know how many civilizations have become sacrifices for them to show their greatness. Goblin Empire, Elven Empire, Dragon Empire, Troll Empire, Magic Empire.

There are too many remnants of civilization scattered in all corners of the great world of Tyranny, waiting to be known after thousands of years. Become a dispensable memory!

But now, they were being toppled to the ground by the ant-like creatures they saw as their companions!

Until now, they have found that it is different from the previous Holy Calamities. The disaster of the saints of the past is nothing but the shuffling and reorganization of the true god system, even if the gods die and fall, it will always be their gods who occupy the endless time and space of the world!

But this time, the triple impact came together, punching them in the soft underbelly, not only sweeping them out of the clouds, but also with no intention of leaving them alive at all!

In such a world, they have completely lost their authority. The path of believing in God will not be possible from now on!

"Lord of the Slayer. You, as a god, have turned your back on your own spiritual path, denied yourself, and denied the value of our gods' existence in the world! Denying our foundations in the world! You are a traitor to our gods! Thou art the River Styx forever, wailing for an endless number of years!! ”

"Lord of Slaughter, as long as you can raise your noble hand and let us live, I am willing to swear by Styx. May you live forever and eternally serve you as Lord God, and there will be no two hearts! ”

"Lord of Slaughter, even if you want to call Ragnarok, you want to reorganize the order, and you want ordinary beings to be in charge. But you also have to be a manager.

We are fully qualified for such a profession, and it doesn't matter if we are not gods, whether we have a profession or not. Compared to the untouchables who can't even write their names, we have a bigger role. ”

"yes. If you want to restructure the world, where is it so easy? Races, empires, nobles, transcendents, and even ordinary untouchables you want to help, they will all be your enemies!

As long as you are willing to spare us, our church temple, our earthly power, and the wealth we have accumulated over thousands of years are all yours. With it, you can do whatever you want! We can also make a promise to you with the oath of Styx. ”

"You have to think it through. If you dust us today, you will have no allies in the world, and everyone will be your enemy! Even if you are powerful, can you still kill everyone who opposes you? You don't dream anymore!! ”

In the wailing of the gods, they either cursed, or scolded, or understood with emotion, or threatened and intimidated. Constantly into the ears of Madeira.

He didn't answer any of them, and the red thoughts in the corners of his eyes were terrifying. Suddenly, he smiled indifferently. "Have you all said enough? Then let's all go all the way. ”

The crimson banner shone brightly across the universe, and there was no more nonsense with them, and a roll of brilliance crushed their last glory, and only made them fall into the sky!

"When does the color of killing be mixed with other colors? If I could, why should I? There is no other color in the world!!

If you don't knock you all to the dust, if you don't kill you completely, will you continue to be in a high position, and continue your gagging game for thousands of years?

What about the world's enemies? Without the baptism of iron and fire, without their constant killing and persecution, how could they have been able to make themselves stand up without the extremely suppressed cry in the hearts of the living souls?

In such a cannibalistic world, in addition to firmly uniting together, grabbing the only weapons he has, and fighting to the death with all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, how can he determine his own path?

On the Crimson Path, it is impossible for other factions and people on the road to rely on, not even me! ”

In the dazzling light, Madeira's divine body actually had a slow sense of collapse. At this moment, he is more like a human being!

As the gods said before, as the Lord of Slaughter, he fundamentally denied the gods' control over all beings in his teachings.

And what he is doing now is, in the final analysis, to use the power of the gods to hold the authority of all beings and do whatever is right for him!

Therefore, after he became the Lord of Killing, he was subjected to the will of all beings. At every moment, there is unimaginable pain mixed with its own roots, volatilized in the void together, and it will never come back!

The so-called eternal life of the gods was a joke in Madeira's body from the beginning. "Well, the power of sentient beings must always be returned to themselves. Above their heads, it should not exist forever. The gods can't do it, and neither can I, and the future will depend on them to create it themselves. ”

Madeira's body shines brighter and brighter under the red light, running through the past and future of the great world of Tyranny.

The roots of the world are constantly opening up to him, and more and more secrets are unfolding before his eyes.

A lot of things he wanted to know, things he didn't want to know kept coming up, and finally his own roots came to light before his eyes.

Madeira's face slowly revealed a complicated expression. A faint sigh came, "I was never Madeira." I see, I see. ”

Divine thoughts swept across the world, and there seemed to be a spark circulating in the distant sky, endlessly, endlessly.

"Hahahaha." In the light, Madeira seemed to see something that made him ecstatic. In a string of laughter, like a red sun, it descended into the cracks of the same turbulent abyss hell.

His body and concept were constantly crumbling, but his will and strength were constantly rising and doubling. The power is unimaginable!

"Abyss Princes, Lords of Hell, give up everything. The glory of the gods has fallen into the dust, and how can you be spared?

Let's walk in their footsteps!!

There will never be a place for you in this world. ”

The roar of the curse never overwhelmed the red as blood, the glory of the killing.

That round of red sun always hangs above the abyss hell, assimilating everything!!