Chapter 115 Final Day 19

Chu Cheng stood alone in a distant place, looking at the ocean. All the creatures on the land were cheering and couldn't help but smile. But suddenly Chu Cheng frowned and felt a shudder in his heart.

'Is it an illusion?'

But soon, the same feeling disappeared without a trace, as if everything was Chu Cheng's illusion. Chu Cheng could only suppress the doubts in his heart, exhaled, turned and went in the opposite direction of Tanzania.

So far, most of the things before the final battle have been arranged, leaving only one thing...

Chu Cheng glanced at the stacked castles of Yaco on the mountain and silently pulled the corners of his mouth.

"After taking the body of my people, how can I really let you brush the resurrection buff by yourself..."

[Afro, are you ready? ]

[Of course, you are still worried about my work? ]

[No casualties, you know that]

[Hehehe, don't you believe me? ]

Afro's slightly unhappy tone in his mind made Chu Cheng easily imagine the way He pouted at the moment.

But soon, before Chu Cheng could say anything, Afro's voice came from his mind again.

[Are you really sure to do this now? The dragon is gone, the goddess of fate will definitely react, and she may come to you first. And what if He can't find you, what about the trouble of going to Altak? Do you really want to pin all your hopes on that new god? 】

If it were in his world, Chu Cheng would certainly not put all the chips on one side, and the truth is to put all the eggs in the basket. But the problem is that this does not belong to Chu Cheng's world, this is the Continent of Ten Thousand Worlds, the world where Carl is the protagonist. The God of Time has endorsed him and made it clear that he is the absolute son of the world, so why does he have to catch up?

What's more, he is not idle. The more united countries like Ataco are, the stronger our power will be. The more chaotic the Yacoping is, the more the goddess of fate will naturally be confused.

【I'll go back to Ataco first. Once the Yacoping starts, you will send me a message immediately】

【Got it】

Before night fell, Chu Cheng went to Ataco without any hesitation.

Tick...tick...tick...tick....

He returned to his country again. It was no longer as lifeless as before. Although the obviously low temperature and ice and snow were still everywhere, it was obvious that there were more pedestrians on the street.

Children carrying firewood and adults dragging prey, everyone seemed to have more hope for life on their faces. There were even a few more candy stalls on the street.

Chu Cheng looked up in the alley and saw the flags hanging on the ruins of the temple. The edges of the cloth, which were pieced together from several pieces, were curled and yellowed, but they were clean and tidy, and it was obvious that they had been carefully washed. There was a huge ice dragon totem painted on it, swaying in the wind.

It feels like Chu Cheng randomly clicked a few upgrade buttons, and the infrastructure game upgraded automatically. Although Chu Cheng did not really participate in every step of Ataco's growth, it is undeniable that Chu Cheng was present at every important node. From this point

of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that Chu Cheng has run through the history of Ataco, and there is nothing wrong with saying that he is the god of Ataco. Since he knows that he has a great chance of leaving the world in this reincarnation, Chu Cheng also has the greatest goodwill towards this alien kingdom that is inextricably linked to him, and hopes that it can have a good end.

In fact, Chu Cheng can now stay with Carl, and wait until Yako quells the rebellion and launch the final attack on the goddess of fate together, but he is still willing to stay in Ataco to protect his people.

Suddenly, Chu Cheng recalled the time when he failed in the bid in the real world. His company was on the verge of bankruptcy in the storm. It was the backbone employees of the company who stuck together and supported them, allowing them to stand firm in the business world again.

How is the current Altaco like the original company? They trust Chu Cheng wholeheartedly like employees, and are eager for Chu Cheng to lead them to a new life. How could Chu Cheng give up on them?

[The robe billows in the flying snow and dust, and the back of the person with long silver hair walks towards the ruined temple. The original dome was smashed open by something unknown, and the wind, snow and sunlight all penetrated into the interior of the temple. The bricks on the ground were scattered and the supporting Roman columns also bore the marks of a long time.

The pool had dried up, the altar for prayer had been damaged, and the round table meeting place had only a half-broken marble table left.

The man's clean white clothes seemed so out of place in the gray and dilapidated temple. The shoes made a crisp sound on the floor tiles in the temple, which echoed inside the temple.

The perspective switched to the man's first perspective. Through the messy and lonely scene in the temple, the man seemed to see the children playing by the pool, the people praying devoutly in front of the altar, and the apostles who were in their prime and full of vigor.

Finally, his eyes fell on the throne at the end of the temple, which had long been covered with dust and lost its luster.

The lower half of the man's face in the comics did not show any smile, his lips slightly opened and closed, as if he had too many words to say, but he had no way to express them, and could only sigh helplessly.

The long stairs made of crystal had long been dug out, leaving only the bottom made of bricks. The gorgeous gems on the throne were only inlaid with pits and grooves. The man's slender and beautiful hands brushed over the throne, bringing up some dust, and his eyes looked at it inch by inch.

Finally, he threw his robe up, turned around and sat on the throne.

The comic goes on to a farther distance, and finally, one can only see a figure on the throne in the center of the huge temple, at the junction of shadow and light.]

[Oh my god, is Lance back to his temple?]

[I couldn't bear to watch that scene. The famous Temple of the God of Nature is now like a slum, with nothing inside except the empty shell outside. How is this different from Lance himself, who only has a body but no godhood?]

[No, since Carl can be upgraded, why can't Lance be upgraded again? Lance gave Carl his godhood fragments to protect him, so why can't Carl give the godhood fragments back? I bet fifty cents that Lance can become a god again! Lance will definitely lead his people back to the Continent of All Realms! 】

【Damn Goddess of Fortune, I really want to buy a phone that allows me to put my hand into the screen】

There were all kinds of reactions in the barrage, except for those who felt sorry for Lance, the rest were almost all discussing what happened to the Goddess of Fortune. And since it seemed to be nearing the end, the comics naturally did not skimp on the words. The next screen showed Yacopin.

On the quiet and peaceful streets, people in gorgeous clothes walked, with closely connected shops on both sides and towering buildings behind them. It looked like a good country to anyone.

However, if you look closely, you can see something wrong. Under the scorching sun, several figures in black coats were sneaking in the alleys, looking for corners and moving around. It was very stealthy.

The picture gave a close-up of one of them, with scars on his face and three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes. It was obviously the black eagle that had not appeared for a long time, also known as Piantiao. And the person following behind him, with a dull look as if he had not woken up, but extremely agile movements, was the dragon who had caused a storm in Ferog.

Readers don’t even need to say it in the comics, they can understand that this is definitely for the Fountain of Youth.

As expected, from the perspective of God looking down, the scattered people in the comic looked around at a fork in the road, exchanged glances, and then scattered.

Led by Piantiao, his flexible figure seemed to ignore the laws of physics, and he pressed his whole body against the wall with his hands. His leg muscles were stretched, and he quickly ran along the wall, leaving a series of footprints and dense magic circles on the clean wall. However, these magic circles only lasted for a few seconds before they disappeared into the wall, as if they had never appeared.

The other people did the same, leaving a series of magic circles on the building crazily. At the same time, they held small balls of unclear shapes in their hands and ran back and forth along the portal. Within five minutes, their traces were left all over Yacoping.

Behind the temple, several people met again.

Everyone looked at Piantiao, waiting for his order. Piantiao nodded, and everyone raised their hands together in an instant, making a somewhat complicated gesture, muttering something.

The next second, the construction company covered by the footprints instantly emerged with a magic circle with a diameter of nearly ten meters, one stacked on top of another. And the small balls in their hands also rolled along the gaps between the bricks to the middle of the street.

Suddenly, thick smoke erupted on the street, and the magic circle emitted a little bit of fluorescent light in the thick smoke. Along with the thick smoke, a large number of strange figures walked out vaguely, revealing their scarlet eyes and making deafening roars.

For a while, shouting, begging for mercy, and sounds of help were heard one after another on the street.

The girl in the temple closed her eyes tightly, and her consciousness was so concentrated that she could not immediately distinguish the uninvited guests who broke into the territory. However, what she did not expect was that these uninvited guests dared to break into the temple alone!

Without any pause, attacks more fierce than the last came towards the temple. The temple would not be defeated by these attacks, but their purpose was not to destroy the temple. When

the temple was attacked, a large number of apostles reacted as if they had just woken up from a dream and rushed into the temple. For a while, the temple was filled with fire, ice, lightning, various magic powers, and smoke, making it difficult to distinguish between enemies and friends.

Since the apostles rushed into the formation, the goddess of fate, who had not recovered, naturally did not want to care about these minions and disappeared directly in the temple. And this is what Piantiao and others wanted to see.

"Go!"

Piantiao waved his hand, and a strong electric current flashed a dazzling light in the thick smoke, mercilessly repelling every apostle who rushed forward. The electric ball that was extremely compressed between his hands exploded with terrible energy in a few seconds, mercilessly lifting the people around him.

In the smoke, the white-haired boy took off his hood and stared straight at the fountain of youth, which was called a gift from heaven.

The spring water, which had been calm and without any waves, suddenly had circles of ripples, as if responding to the boy.

Click...click...click!!!

The sound of the chains colliding could not cause any ripples in the thick smoke of the battle. However, the young man grasped the tiny sound tightly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. Starlight and clarity lit up in his eyes, which had been in chaos.

The sound of the chains colliding became louder and louder, and the ground shook more and more obviously, until the people on the ground could hardly stand steadily, and everyone realized that something was wrong and turned back to look at the source of the earthquake.

However, it was too late.

The aqua-blue figure in the Fountain of Youth appeared on the water surface, and the thick iron chain locked his body tightly, and with every movement he made, it went deeper into his mouth, squeezing out fresh blood.

However, the pain made his numb body gradually come alive. He slowly raised his head and met the eyes of the boy outside the pool. For a moment, it seemed that they only had eyes for each other.

With a dragon roar that pierced the sky, the dragon scales stood up on his body, and his powerful muscles fiercely supported the chain. The continuous and violent howling and twisting of the body squeezed the precious pool water out of the pool.

Snap... snap...

In the fierce dragon roar, the heavy chain finally fell off his body and stretched its head towards the boy. At that moment, the extreme light filled the whole room. When he reacted, it was too late.

Pianniao looked at the young man standing in the center of the temple and smiled.