Chapter 118 Ending Day 22
"Damn Nerobo, without the godhood, a useless person is still not honest..."
The goddess of fate sat in the temple and looked at the light spots in front of her with an unclear expression.
If you look closely, you can find that the light spots have densely constructed a complete and wide model. Every mountain and river, every building, is the continent of all worlds. And there are many different colors of light flashing in the light spots.
Many apostles knelt in the temple, not daring to breathe, let alone raise their heads. Everyone knelt on the ground honestly, waiting for their gods to speak.
After a while, a contemptuous laugh came from the temple.
"You just want to destroy me, right? Well, I'll show you who is the real master of the Myriad Worlds Continent..."
After she finished speaking, the Goddess of Destiny on the throne waved her hand casually, and scattered all the light spots. She lifted her right leg and placed it on her left leg, rubbing her soft fingers, as if she was very dissatisfied with her current body.
However, she didn't care about these details, because as long as all the gods in the Myriad Worlds Continent were used by her, she would no longer have to worry about the compatibility of the gods and the body, and she would truly have her own body.
Thinking of this, the Goddess of Destiny couldn't help laughing wildly. Sharp and piercing laughter echoed above the temple, and the apostles who didn't know what was going on could only follow the gods in cheering. For a while, the temple was filled with thunderous applause, as if it was a weird sacrifice scene.
However, these things were unknown to Tanzania and Lima, and Tatarina in Bellit. Because of Karl's supernatural power fluctuations and several confrontations between gods, the communication and infrastructure between various countries were seriously affected. Many places are now in serious restructuring and repair.
Therefore, in such a continent where science and superpowers are developing side by side, they are temporarily trapped in a primitive medieval society. They cannot contact each other through communication equipment and can only rely on various special superpowers or manual errands.
Tatarina has never known what Lima and Carl are planning after they separated. It was not until nearly half a month later that she knew that the two had separated in Tanzania.
And Lima naturally did not know what happened to Carl and Lance. It can be said that the entire Wanjie Continent fell into a state of mutual confusion for a while. However, this situation did not last long, because a sudden attack broke the last peace under the ice.
Many years later, when people recalled the experience of that day, it was difficult to describe the cruelty in words. The powerful superpowers belonging to the pure-blood race, relying on their own strong bodies and powerful superpowers, rushed into the homes of others and deprived them of their lives.
The superpowers hit the wall mercilessly, and the broken rubble fell, burying the children who failed to escape in time forever deep underground. The knife fell without hesitation, letting the blood and crying ring in the ears.
Most of them have long golden hair, handsome faces, proud assets and enviable upper-class identities, but at this moment they are like demons harvesting fresh lives one by one.
The people's resistance was a drop in the bucket. They fled in all directions and sought shelter, but they met the devil who took human life lightly at the next corner.
"Damn it! How could this happen... The prophecy didn't tell me this... How could it happen so suddenly..."
Bane held the stone brick balcony fence tightly with both hands, his eyes were full of anger towards the apostle of the goddess of fate, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with anger that he wanted to eat her alive.
"Don't think about these useless things. They have sent almost all of their great apostles here, just to take advantage of the fact that Bellit has no gods to protect it and kill them with one strike! Hurry up and order the guards to evacuate the crowd, and put them on alert. Anyone who encounters the goddess of fate will be killed without mercy!!!"
Scott was much calmer than the angry Bane. He turned over and jumped down from the balcony, climbed up the wall to the roof, and killed several enemies who were chasing women and children with a knife.
The enemies stood together with the residents, and even took Bellit's people as hostages, which put the guards and the rebels in a dilemma. Instead, they seized the opportunity to burn and loot more innocent lives.
Under the escort of the Royal Guards and Red Thorn, Nightingale arrived at the highest point of Bellit. She looked down at the scene of blood flowing like a river on the ground, and her eyes were not very moved, but she still opened her maximum range of supernatural powers without any fear, making stars appear on everyone's body.
However, such a range only covered a mere main city area, and there were too many wider areas that were difficult to cover. Faced with such a situation, Nightingale just took a deep breath, widened her eyes, and tried every bit of her strength to push the supernatural power to a farther place.
With Nightingale's manifested superpowers and the cooperation of assassins, many hostages in Bellit were rescued, and the foreign invaders who were mixed in with the residents were not killed outside the temple.
But this is far from enough.
Nightingale understands that Bellit is the first piece of land belonging to the revival of Lance, and she must not let Bellit fall while she is still alive.
More and more powerful superpower output, brighter and brighter superpower spots, and more and more expanded coverage. Accompanied by the blood that Nightingale suddenly vomited, and the scarlet liquid that slowly left her nose and ears.
But even if the seven orifices were bleeding, the skin was cracked, the organs were rapidly failing, and even unable to support her body, Nightingale did not retreat at all. Tenacity gleamed in her eyes, and like everyone else fighting in Bellit, she had no intention of retreating. She was not afraid of death, but of not being able to complete the burden that man had given her.
No one remembered how long this sudden, bloody and brutal war had lasted. The desperate resistance of the residents, the heroic fight of the Guards, and the refusal to admit defeat were like caged beasts biting each other in this sky city.
Except for them, no one could come to rescue them. Because the Ten Thousand Worlds Continent had already fallen.
[Bellit]
A large number of apostles and Yacopin residents broke into Bellit, which was not blessed by God, and unleashed their most terrifying desire for violence and destructiveness. The screams of children, the pleas of women, and the wails of men did not arouse any sympathy, only gushing blood and dull eyes.
[Tanzanthide]
The country that was waiting to be revived was still happily fighting together the day before, but today its homeland has welcomed uninvited guests. But the former overlords of the sea will not run away blindly, and no one is braver than them under the ocean. The sea dyed red by the desperate struggle also dyed the proud sun in the sky red.
[Kopoa]
Without the protection of God, they can only blindly follow the footsteps of the goddess of fate and burn and plunder other countries. They are like zombies whose brains are controlled by supernatural powers, mechanically plundering lives, and having their numb souls harvested by others.
[Altaco]
In the newly born country, everything is still so fragile and helpless. They don't even have the strength to resist the invaders. How can you expect a group of refugees who can't even get enough food to defend themselves?
[Ferog]
Ever since the gods of the New Age began to confront each other, this country has suffered the most, strongest, and most brutal attacks. He stood at the forefront, resisting the most terrible impact. And now, under the leadership of God, they once again stood at the forefront of the battle. They are the guardians of the gate of the new era, and they are bound to carve out a place for the Continent of All Realms.
"Destiny, you are here after all."
Afro's eyes instantly turned cold after sensing the invading supernatural power fluctuations. The whereabouts of the new god of Karl are unknown, the god of time cannot show up easily, and although the god of sky Pence and the god of day Kapor have fallen one after another, the strength of the goddess of fate cannot be underestimated.
Now as long as I get rid of myself, there is still a strong possibility that the goddess of fate will come back, destroy Karl, and unify the world again.
Thinking of this, Aphro frowned tightly, and a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes. Whether for himself or for Nerup, he must firmly hold this line of defense.
The goddess of fate can naturally guess what Aphro is thinking. He admitted that he was careless last time and let Aphro hurt his roots, but that was also because part of his divinity and power remained on the statue. Now that the statue is destroyed, even if the godhood cannot be taken back, the confinement that belongs to Him has completely disappeared.
He twisted his neck, making a creaking sound, and grinned.
"It doesn't matter, Avro. I could kill you once a thousand years ago, and I can do it a thousand years later. Instead of a meaningless struggle, I hope you can pass a message to that guy in Neropo. Tell him that I will also accept his Atako."
Faced with the naked provocation of the goddess of fate, Avro did not jump up and down. Everyone can talk this kind of trash before the war, and he is too lazy to pay attention to it. Now his supernatural power veins are wide open, and every inch of skin is preparing for the battle. He must win this fierce battle.
All that could be seen was a dark purple light streaking across the sky, waving out a dazzling curtain of light, and in the dim sky, a creaking sound of electric current burst out, and the burst of supernatural light spots fell from the sky like stars. The light curtain that was heading straight for him chopped off the electric dragon that was rushing towards him, and the light jumping from his fingertips dissolved an attack that was enough to destroy the mountain.
Then he pulled open the longbow forged with blood, and the long arrow made of fate and faith shot out like a flash of lightning, and the dazzling tail light rushed up like a gorgeous galaxy.
The price of the battle filled with explosions, art, and cruel aesthetics is that even the residual energy of an arrow piercing the clouds is enough to shake the defensive formations on the ground.
The flash of swords and shadows, the collision of superpowers, the overwhelming momentum, a flying lightning split the distant mountains like cutting mud, and the apostles and residents in robes also fought against the invading forces and died in a pool of blood. The blood-soaked clothes wrapped the sticky flesh, and the white bones with mud residue pierced the flesh.
Many of them were struggling to death, dragging their intestines out of their stomachs, crawling on the ground full of blood and brains, their faces revealing their determination to live and die, and they would rather die in their hometown than drag a person with them.
Facing the superpowers that were falling on their faces, the enemies showed a tangled look of despair and fear, their mouths opened, their lips moved slightly, and they tried to run away desperately, but the people below them held their calves tightly, and they would not let go no matter how they kicked, beat or scolded them.
His face was covered with dirty blood, but he showed a happy smile.
"Damn you, you pureblood who looks down on others, go to hell!"
In the end, the apostle could only be chopped into ashes in the whirring attack, exploding into a dense blood mist, which fell on the face of the unyielding Ferrog on the ground, wrapping him like a white cloth at a funeral, as his most solemn consolation.
In the sky, the gods fought hard, but it could be seen that the goddess of fate had the upper hand. He smiled lightly, and a strong flow of supernatural power and light burst out from his body. Layers of overlapping fine lines appeared around him, surrounding him and forming an impeccable defense. As long as Aphrodite touched any of them, an irreversible torrent of time and supernatural power would regress in his body.
Aphrod clutched the clothes on her chest in disbelief, swallowed the blood desperately, and endured the pain of the divine nature in the depths of her heart being locked tightly by iron chains.
"What did you do!"
Hearing this, the goddess of fate curled her lips and smiled softly, put her hands on her chest, and made a very complicated hand gesture. Many phantoms inexplicably appeared in the air, shooting at Aphrod like raindrops.
Although Aphrod dodged left and right, it was difficult to avoid them all, and scars were still left on her body. What was surprising was that there was no blood on the wound, but it was emitting a charred black color that spread outward, as if it was rotten.
"Destiny is the greatest and most unpredictable thing in the world. I, who control destiny, am destined to be the only master of the new world."
Raising her arms, the goddess of destiny, as if ready to embrace the fruits of her victory, smiled mockingly.
"And you are just the little clowns who are blocked outside the gate of the new world."
The goddess of destiny turned her face to the back of Aphrod. Aphrod's eyes trembled, and he turned around suddenly, and saw that the "you" mentioned by the goddess of destiny, except for her, were the new generation of gods who came from afar, the god of sonority - Karl.