Five days before the Gate of Creation opens.

South of the Gate of Creation, there is a vast desert of silver sand.

In a hidden and desolate valley, there is an inconspicuous camp, which is the war camp.

In the camp, in addition to many war saints, all the mortal incarnations of the war god system were also present.

There are five people in total, namely the level 18 War Lord Hergrid, the level 14 Wilderness Hunter Arnold, the level 14 Eternal Defender Siren, the level 13 Love Goddess Margaret, and the level 12 Field Doctor Beyonce.

In other planes, this is an extremely powerful force that can easily determine the rise and fall of a mortal kingdom.

But in the Lost Plane, the five gods of war were all nervous, as if they were walking on thin ice on a lake.

In the camp, Hegrid was chewing hard jerky, but it was too hard to chew, so he drank some slightly sour light fruit wine.

"The fate of the multidimensional world has reached a terrible dividing line. Beyond this line, our power will become insignificant."

The Lord of War's tone was very calm, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Arnold the Wilderness Hunter said, "My Lord, I don't understand."

Hegrid whispered: "If I remember correctly, the woman Cicero is looking for has a very special identity and may be the key to Cicero's complete succession to the imperial power."

This sentence sounds simple, but no one present really understands the deeper meaning of this sentence, even Hegrid himself only has a vague understanding of it.

Margaret, the goddess of love, whispered, "My dear, where did you get this news? Did you get it from the abyss?"

Hegrid nodded: "Yes, it is the abyss that is engraved in my mind."

"The memory is very vague, with no beginning or end, but this memory tells me that if I have the chance, I must find a way to destroy this woman."

The Siren of Eternal Defender asked, "My Lord, are you going to do this?"

Hegrid shook his head: "Of course not, we are no longer powerful enough to intervene in this dispute."

"I may be able to kill that woman, but after that, all of us will die!"

After a pause and a sip of light fruit wine, he said softly, "But we can't retreat easily. If we have the chance, we can't just sit there and watch."

"Because the outcome of this dispute will profoundly affect the fate of the plane world, including our fate."

Field doctor Beyonce said softly, "Sir, I still don't understand. You said dispute. Who is the dispute?"

The Wilderness Hunter also said, "I was just about to ask that. It is Cicero who is clearly besieging a mysterious ranger. This level of conflict doesn't seem to be a dispute, right?"

Hegrid grinned: "I didn't quite understand it before, but after so many days of investigation, the truth has become clear."

"If I'm guessing correctly, this so-called mysterious ranger is the Emperor of Nature."

"He has already gained control of this special woman, and covets the lost imperial power of the ancient Dawn Empire."

When these words were spoken, the four powerful gods present were shocked and found it unbelievable.

The wild hunter Arnold was drinking and was choked and started coughing.

"Natural Emperor Rosen. Is he crazy? How dare he compete with Cicero for the imperial power?"

Originally, Cicero had always been an extremely mysterious figure, always hiding behind the scenes and basically unknown to the public.

But these days, he appeared frequently, frequently showing astonishing high-energy power, and clearly demonstrated his ancient royal identity, shocking the Void Gods who came to explore the Lost Plane.

The great god could still manage to keep his composure, but the powerful god had unconsciously developed an inherent impression that Cicero was invincible.

Now, a mortal kingdom that was still unknown a dozen years ago is actually going to compete with such a terrifying figure. This makes the powerful gods feel very outrageous, and they subconsciously think that the other party is extremely arrogant and is simply seeking death.

Margaret, the goddess of love, looked worried: "My dear, what are you going to do?"

The other two gods also looked at Hegrid.

Hegrid was silent, his eyes, glowing with lava light, staring at the jumping bonfire in front of him without blinking.

After a long while, he spoke: "First of all, we must be clear about one thing, that is, we must break free from the control of the abyss."

His eyes swept across the faces of each god.

"In my memory, the abyss is the darkest place in the world. It is filled with bottomless conspiracies, endless greed, and the most thorough indifference."

"The only person you can trust out there is yourself."

"When you sleep, you must keep your eyes open, hold your sword, and wear your armor. When you eat, you must carefully examine everything you take in your mouth, because everything may be filled with poison."

"A small person will be skinned for looking at a big person for a second longer. A big person will be betrayed for saying one harsh word to a small person."

"Everyone's heart is filled with an inexplicable but endless desire, and driven by this desire, they do all kinds of crazy and unreasonable evil things."

“So, once I got out of the abyss, I never thought about going back.”

He took a sip of light fruit wine and continued, "The current situation is that the Dawn Empire that was lost ten thousand years ago may regain its glory because of this woman with a special identity."

"The difference is, who gets to take charge of this glory?"

At this point, the situation is very clear.

The goddess of love Margaret continued to ask: "Dear, who are you going to support? Cicero or Rosen?"

Hegrid did not answer immediately. He looked around at the four gods again and asked, "What do you say?"

Wild Hunter Arnold snorted coldly: "I personally think that Cicero is better. He is originally a member of the royal family of the Dawn Empire and should inherit this glory. And that Natural Emperor is just an upstart. He can never be a match for Cicero!"

Hegrid shook his head slowly: "Arnold, the Natural Emperor is indeed an upstart, but being an upstart does not mean that one is weak. Therefore, your judgment is not well-founded."

Arnold shrugged: "Sir, well, I admit that I have some personal bias."

At this time, the Eternal Defender Siren said: "I think Emperor Rosen is better."

"First of all, Emperor Rosen has been fighting with Cicero for quite some time, and there has never been a clear winner, which shows that the power gap between the two sides is not that big."

"Of course, Cicero must be stronger because he has been attacking all the time, but he does not have an overwhelming advantage."

"Secondly, Emperor Rosen presides over a completely unified empire. Cicero's subordinates are either independent warlords or barbaric natives who have completely lost the glory of their ancestors. There is no future for them at all."

Field medic Beyonce said: "I agree with Siren."

"After all, we are not judges. We have no right or need to evaluate the rationality of inheritance rights. We just need to see who is more beneficial to us."

Arnold shrugged. "If that's the case, then Rosen is better, but that doesn't stop me from hating him."

Margaret, the goddess of love, said, "I also think Rosen is better."

"Because he is young, the pursuit and persistence in his heart have not disappeared. But Cicero has traveled through ten thousand years, and his soul must be as withered as ashes. If he is allowed to inherit the ancient glory, I am afraid that a new abyss will appear in this world."

Hegrid nodded slowly, his tone much more relaxed.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page because that’s what I thought, too.”

But this relaxation only lasted for a moment before he turned serious again: "But not everyone thinks this way, including Attumen, the lackey of Gomiler."

"The God of Destruction, Karl, has always been a follower of Gomilel and must support Cicero."

"As for Talos, the God of Order, his attitude is ambiguous."

"So, once we choose to support Rosen, we will become mortal enemies with Gomiler and Carl. We must be careful about this when dealing with them in the future."

The gods nodded.

Hegrid looked at the goddess of love Margaret again: "Artumen has been very close to Cicero recently. I bet he wants to use Cicero to deal with Rosen."

"My dear, please find a chance to tell this news to your daughter."

"I will."

Just when the war gods reached a consensus, other gods were making similar choices.

Atumen, the Lord of the Sun, even found a substitute for Cicero directly.

This time, he did not go empty-handed, but brought the Sword of Extinction with him.

He presented this second-level artifact directly to Cicero's substitute.

"Your Majesty, I know you have plenty of powerful artifacts at hand, but one more artifact is always better than one less."

"This sword of annihilation is a rare weapon even in the God Realm's Glory. I present it to you, hoping it will be of some help to you."

Cicero's stand-in was still wearing a black robe and a pure black rune mask on his face.

He took the Sword of Extinction, admired it carefully, and said with a faint smile: "I never thought that my former mortal enemy would become my helper."

To be honest, he was actually in great need of divine weapons, because the empire's most powerful artifacts were sealed in the Royal Creation Bureau.

So, the sword helps him a lot, but of course he doesn't show it.

On the other hand, Atumen, who knew a lot of inside information, naturally knew it well, but he certainly would not expose it.

He smiled apologetically and said, "Your Majesty, there are no eternal enemies in this world. The hatred of the past has been blown away by the wind and sand for more than ten thousand years. It is time for it to dissipate."

Cicero snorted and laughed: "Dissipate? How can it be so easy?"

He stared at Atumen, a cold light flashing behind his mask: "The only way to eliminate hatred in the world is not to forget, but to use blood."

"So, I took your sword because it is very useful, but you..."

Before he finished his words, the blue-white sword of annihilation flashed suddenly and chopped off Atumen's head.

Atumen came in the form of a mortal. After his head hit the ground, he did not die for a while and even smiled apologetically.

"If Your Majesty feels that this will relieve your anger, I will send a few more saints over for Your Majesty to test their swords with."

Although he was smiling apologetically, he was fearless.

Cicero snorted.

"You dare to show off your little tricks in front of me? You are really courting death!"

As he spoke, he raised the Sword of Annihilation and poked it into the air in front of him. The front half of the sword sank into the air and disappeared. When he pulled it out again, the head on the ground was no longer smiling, but looked shocked and in pain.

He forced himself to ask, "Your Majesty, I don't understand."

In preparation for this meeting, he set up four levels of control springboards, anticipating that even if the other party could see through one level, or even a double springboard, he would not be able to be hurt.

However, he did not expect that the opponent would simply ignore the existence of the springboard and stab his real soul with a sword.

Cicero smiled faintly: "I know how to use this sword better than you do, so thank you very much for giving it to me, because it really helped me a lot."

Atumen could no longer hold on, his void soul collapsed, and his mortal body completely lost its vitality.

Cicero sneered, "Antoine has a good dog."

As for this sword of annihilation, it is indeed very powerful, but it is far from being able to exert its maximum power in a conventional magic ring. It has to be used by its original body in a high-energy magic ring to unleash the true power of a second-level artifact.

"Then, Tiralilin, I'll be waiting for you at the gate of the Creation Bureau."

The best case scenario, of course, is that his warriors successfully capture her alive, and then he takes this opportunity to inherit the Creation Bureau.

The medium case is to successfully prevent him from entering the Royal Creation Bureau, so he will have a spare 500 years.

In this way, he would be able to free up his hands to deal with the meddlesome Natural Emperor.

The worst case scenario was that the powerful emperor escorted her through numerous blockades and successfully came to him.

That would naturally lead to a fierce battle.

'I hope to have another fight.'

The last time they fought, he underestimated his opponent and lost, and he felt very unconvinced.

This time he will go all out and make him taste the feeling of despair.

(End of this chapter)