Chapter 113 Ending Day 17

If the Fountain of Youth is the trump card of the goddess of fate, then the possibility of multiple rounds is Chu Cheng's confidence. The God of Time is anxious for his own reasons, and Chu Cheng naturally has enough trust in letting Carl face the God of Day.

After all, Carl now carries the dual godhood and the blessing of the Tanzanite residents. Chu Cheng's eyes fell on the distant valley where the roar came faintly.

"Carl, dear son of the world, let the day belong to nature and sound forever."

Chu Cheng muttered to himself, stroking the pendant beside his ear.

Hu...

Hu...

Heavy breathing, sweat sliding down the forehead, and an increasingly determined look.

The god, whose body was aglow with golden light, opened his arms and let the originally calm sea surface under his feet rise up into stormy waves. The sea water continuously floated up water droplets, which gathered in his hands and condensed into a violin, which shone beautifully under the refraction of the sun.

The strings of the compressed liquid crossed the instrument condensed by the sea water, and burst into strong vibrations and sounds. Every jump seemed to resonate with the air, life, and magic between heaven and earth. All the branches, leaves, flowers and weeds danced with it.

The sea surface is constantly surging, forming a broad platform in the air, and on that platform are fishes coming out, monsters rushing towards, sky overlords breaking through the clouds, deep sea terrors leaping into the water and waves under the ocean, and ice dragons spreading their wings and freezing thousands of miles with their breath.

"*****--(Go, fight for the sonata!)"

The music, as fierce as fire, that seems to ignite the entire ocean, resounds through the sky, accompanied by the thumping sounds of monsters running and the explosions of wings cutting through the air, as if providing a passionate drumbeat for this music with the theme of hope.

"Ah——————-"

In the gradually shrinking pupils of Kapor, the god of day, and the shadow-covered face, the Paret electric dragons and skyborns, like a dark cloud, flew in a mighty manner, so densely packed on the ground that it was impossible to distinguish their number.

The sound of the music seemed as if the entire natural world was cheering for it, and the crazy magic waves swept towards the god of day, one after another, without any rest.

And the sky, which was always dazzling and always hung with a proud sun, was gradually infected by darkness. In the dark, pairs of scarlet eyes were all swearing that they belonged to the race of the night.

"How...how could this happen!?"

However, the God of Daylight had no time to think at this moment. Without any fatigue or retreat, wave after wave of monsters piled up the horns of attack with their lives.

"Kapol, your days of collusion with the goddess of fate will probably end today."

In the comics, there is no sorrow, no ruthlessness, no mercy in the eyes of the god, only the flame of revival that longs for redemption. The golden hair is like broken glass fragments, and the sunlight reflects the dazzling light. In

the next picture, the face of the god is shrouded in shadows, and the water droplets floating in the air seem to be splashing blood. Through the water droplets, with a fierce murderous aura, comes the accusation of the sonata of the ocean.

The ocean was filled with heat waves and aftershocks from the collision of magic arrays. The intensity of the battle can be seen in just a few frames.

In the comic, Capel's increasingly helpless and panicked expression undoubtedly foreshadowed the end of this battle. Finally, when the night completely covered the sky, Capel seemed to have been drained of his strength. He could no longer resist and just stared blankly at the sky.

Suddenly, he seemed to catch the trace of sunlight again, but when he tried to turn his head, it was still pitch black.

Ah...

When his body continued to cool, his breathing gradually weakened, and his body was covered by a sticky touch, Capel reacted slowly.

That is not sunlight, it is the golden hair of the gods.

When the last trace of clarity dissipated from his eyes, the sky shrouded by darkness finally revealed its abnormality. Like the cracks of spider silk climbing up the sky inch by inch, more and more debris fell, and finally, under the heavy burden, the scorching sun penetrated the barrier and sprinkled on the ground, and the huge illusion peeled off and shattered into ashes floating in the air.

In the distance, on the cliff, Lima, with his arms around his chest, sighed with relief, tiredly pulled his hair to his forehead, and wiped the sweat that slid down his cheeks.

From the beginning to the end, the night could not climb up to the day, it was just an illusion. It can only be said that the most terrifying thing is to attack the heart.

Lima looked up, gazing at the sky like all the residents of Copoa at that moment. Although the day was still there and the sun was high in the sky, they all knew that the day had fallen.

[Kapor could not bring light, he and the goddess of fate tried to block the possibility of hope. But Carl would, he would do everything he could to bring the dawn of freedom to this world]

[Kapor no longer had the justice of the day in his heart, the power of the day, he found it in the newborn gods. Carl did not need the sun, he himself was the light]

[Damn... I am so excited after reading this chapter, I am finally going to destroy the goddess of fate, this little idiot! ]

[So my Lance really can't turn back into Neropo, I am so crazy! ! 】

【I am more curious whether Lima will be promoted. I feel that he has the potential to explode】

【The author has taken a two-minute break. I will quickly draw some comics and take a break! 】

【I am so moved. This is the ultimate that Lance can do in all timelines. Lima, whose power is infinitely magnified, the god of time descended from God, Karl, who shoulders the triple godhood and is blessed by the ocean, Afro, the goddess of the night, who has revived, Atako, who has regained her faith, and Bellit, who has been recruited by him. Among these best possibilities, only Lance himself loses his godhood, falls from the altar, and even dies again. When will he be nicer to himself...]

[I hope my wife can live to the end. I am willing to be a vegetarian for the rest of my life]

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[Although, I really feel that it is difficult for Lance to survive to the end. Maybe Nyx will be killed in one wave in the end, and then Carl will lead four godheads to fight the Goddess of Destiny...]

[But I don’t think the Goddess of Destiny is that awesome. She was directly injured by Nyx’s ultimate skill]

[Vegetarian, she just ran back to the fountain to heal her wounds after using her ultimate skill. Even using the bodies of family members to soak in hot springs, how disgusting!]

Readers in the comment section were very harsh on the goddess of fate, with all kinds of ridicule and insults being heard everywhere. However, outside the comics, the subjects who once belonged to the Goddess of Daylight are not feeling so happy now.

Long ago, they, like the residents of Ferrog, felt the uneasiness of impending storms. However, the sense of superiority they had felt in the upper kingdom for so long had made them forget about preventing problems. In a short time, the uneasiness that seemed to be stung by an ant quickly dissipated. They

continued to live a prosperous and comfortable life with laughter.

It was not until the gods fell and the channel that linked their devout faith was shattered that they suddenly realized what was happening. But it was too late. The residents who were as arrogant as their gods would eventually be destroyed by their arrogance. Since

Kapor, the god of daylight, had already fallen, it was natural for Kopoya to be in their pockets. With Tatarina and others in charge of Bellit, he certainly didn't have to worry. Who would be the most suitable person to take charge of Copoa?

[What about Lima? Hasn't he always wanted to overthrow the shackles of the family's corruption?]

The "system" in his mind hadn't spoken for a long time, and the sudden voice made Chu Cheng stunned for a few seconds. The voice also knew that it was not good to speak rashly, so after two seconds, he apologized weakly.

"No...no need to apologize."

Chu Cheng walked in the night with his hands in his pockets, and the wide hood covered his silver hair.

"Lima is an important fighting force. He has to stay with Carl. It is not suitable to be removed."

"What's more, the God of Time can only come to this world by relying on God to descend on Lima. There is no difference between transferring Lima and transferring the God of Time."

However, the words of the "system" did make Chu Cheng think of a new direction. As an upper country, most of the residents in Copoya are fanatical supporters of the pure-blood theory. They firmly believe that except for the people of the lower countries, they are inferior and dirty, and non-pure-blood life is dirty.

For them, if Tatalina and Lima are moved out, no matter what, it is equivalent to handing over a group of nobles to the nobles for processing, and they are still in the closed loop of their pure-blood theory. This is not what Chu Cheng wants.

Therefore, Chucheng must send a candidate who has considerable strength and can jump out of this closed loop.

Obviously, Chucheng already has his own candidate at this moment...

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Protest! Protest! Protest!"

The bustling crowd gathered outside the castle, waving flags and venting their anger. How can they accept that a mixed-blood human has become the leader of their pure-blood upper-class country? This is a naked humiliation!

The people on the castle put their hands on the fence, not caring about the resistance from the subjects below, who were louder and louder, and pulled the corners of their mouths to reveal a mocking smile.

"Supporters of the pure-blood theory, I can't see you in the future."

As soon as these words came out, the people who were arguing fiercely below were suddenly silent. Who dares to question the words of the famous prophet? Despite their dissatisfaction, the people of Kopoa could only shut their mouths and stare at Bane with angry eyes.

Looking at the people of Kopoa who dared not speak out and waited for a pair of eyes to gouge out their flesh and swallow their blood, Bane couldn't help but laugh out loud. His silver bell-like laughter crossed the silent sky alone, and at the end, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and his whole baby face sank into the shadows.

"If you lose the war, you must have the consciousness of losing the war. You are still alive because of the grace of Lord Ne...Lance, and you dare to shout your bullshit pure-blood theory here. You are so fearless, how about following your Lord Kapor and perishing together?"

Such a behavior can be called a face-to-face attack, but no one dared to speak, because Bain was right, in this battle of the new world, they were defeated. Since they don't have the courage to follow, nor the strength to make a comeback, they must accept the thinking of the winner. They don't want to give up this pure-blood theory, and they must give it up.