“Roar~!”

The summoned creatures all around let out terrifying roars.

Then the number of summoned creatures doubled, and these summoned shadows screamed and rushed towards the alien gods in the center.

The summoned creatures only have one god-level attack skill, which is [Power of the King]!

The alien gods being chased by the summoned creatures were completely powerless to resist these suicidal attacks.

Even a middle-level god cannot withstand the self-destruction of so many false gods.

Not long after, the gods from other dimensions that were divided and surrounded fell one after another.

And in the end, An Nuo seemed to feel a kind of happiness that was about to reach its peak, but it stopped at the last step.

"Is this going to be promoted to a middle-level god?"

Anno killed so many gods on the battlefield of the Third World War, and even killed the upper-level god hunter Aresir. Now he has hunted dozens of gods on the battlefield of the First World War.

This kind of record is something that ordinary lower-level gods would not be able to achieve in decades or even hundreds of years!

Annuo was not surprised that he was about to break through to become a lower god.

There is no breakthrough now, perhaps it is just that I lack some understanding of the laws of psychic communication.

“Gulp~!”

Looking at the ninth-level summons coming from all directions, the middle-level god Rosette couldn't help swallowing.

If it were before, these mortals would have dared to be so disrespectful to him, and he would have killed them with a wave of his hand!

But for now, Rossetti resisted the risk of killing these mortals.

A few minutes ago, these mortals were lower-level gods exuding god-level aura!

And there are many genuine local gods on the periphery.

I have finally gotten a chance to survive by surrendering, there is no need to take risks.

On the other side, Annuo looked at the only twelve remaining native gods in front of him, his eyes fixed on Yekis, the god of ice and snow.

He saw Yekis snatch the godhood of Amidon.

"Could it be that he is the future second generation summoning god?!"

There was a wave of emotion in An Nuo's heart.

According to history, we are now in the First World War.

The war between gods in Angomlos may be over, but the flames of war that have spread to all the planes cannot end at this moment.

And it was at this time that the second generation God of Summoning emerged as a rising star and launched an attack on all major planes, launching the Second World War that affected gods and planes far more than the First World War!

The person in front of you is the source of World War II!

The second generation summoning god who will have the ability to resurrect in the future.

Yekis felt Annuo's fiery gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

"Could this guy be trying to summon the godhead of the God?"

Although he thought so in his heart, Yekis did not say it out loud, but began to introduce himself.

Anno just found out that the other party’s real name is Yekis!

In order to leave a good impression on this second generation who could resurrect Liz in the future, Annuo shook hands with the other party with a smile on his face.

And Annuo asked fate to find Tifa and let her use [Origin] to heal several gods who were seriously injured at the scene.

But unfortunately, Tifa has not yet reached the middle god level, and [Origin]'s treatment of Yekis and several other middle gods is not perfect.

Many middle-level gods are still seriously injured.

Tifa was sweating profusely and couldn't even stand steadily.

Obviously, [Origin] also has a certain cost of using.

Tifa cannot use protection infinitely.

“Maybe this is fate!”

A seriously injured middle-level native god bowed to everyone, turned around and left.

An Nuo frowned and looked at the other person.

Yekis said with a sad face: "His godhood is almost broken, and his body is injured like that. He should... not have much time left."

An Nuo instantly understood why the other party left.

Knowing that he was going to die, all he could do was go back and deal with his final affairs while he was still able to move.

Then find a place to quietly wait for death.

Perhaps in a few years someone will find the place where he fell and call it the remains of God!

But Anno had no choice.

If even Tifa can't heal, then he's even less capable.

Perhaps with the protection of Ning Wen and Liu Rongrong after becoming gods, there might be a way.

But they were both still more than a thousand years later.

"Has the God of Summoning... fallen?"

Fate, who had been silent on the side, suddenly asked.