“God…”

The gods don't care about these lives. As long as Su Mingan returns once, the gods will make a profit. The gods know him too well. Every trap and every assassination will happen when he least expects it.

At 11:42 pm, Su Ming'an encountered the trap for the sixth time. This time, it was his personal guard Yang Qi who noticed it first and pushed him out of the explosion range.

"Lord God..."

Yang Qi, who was as silent as an ancient tree, had no extra words and only left a call.

“Boom——!”

The fire engulfed his eyes.

At 0:20 in the morning, a mountain collapsed. Meng Xunjia Bu Xiuzhi immediately lit the talisman and supported the falling boulders with his shoulders until Su Mingan and other core figures retreated to a safe area.

When Su Mingan reached out to him, the remaining boulders fell completely. The last thing Bu Xiuwei had left was a smile.

“…God…”

"boom--!!"

The loud noise drowned out everything.

At 2:30 in the morning, thirty-two priests teleported to Su Mingan and stabbed him with their blades, but they were all blocked by General Yi Tiezheng beside him.

Although Su Mingan killed these priests, Yi Tiezheng's body was covered with black spots. These priests were holding sharp swords that could kill with one blow.

"...Your Highness." Yi Tiezheng closed his eyes.

The population figures on the tablet flickered dimly.

At four in the morning, the rain began to fall.

Su Mingan stood beside the pile of corpses, staring at the increasingly dazzling starry sky. His black hair was completely wet by the rain, and the casualty list in his hand became blurred.

His body was still clean, without any blood or wounds, but the scene around him was so tragic that it was suffocating.

In the rainstorm, a delicate green leaf flower swayed among the white bones, as if waiting for the silent dawn to rise.

Not a virtual screen, nor an illusion.

This is the first flower to grow from the ground since the gods sealed off history.

In the rain, he saw a blurry figure.