Theresia Continent, a tall tower made of black rock stands on the wasteland. The tower body is rough and has no decoration, except for two figures standing on the top.
Red Tide Saint stood at the edge of the tower, his blood-red cloak rustling in the high-altitude wind.
Beside him stood a Orc high priest.
The high priest wore a sacrificial robe covered with bone ornaments, held a staff wrapped with dark red lines, and had ravines on his face.
He looked at the Saint Realm's profile and said, "Saint Realm."
"After these years of sacrifice, the distance between us and my god has become closer and closer. My god's eyes must have been locked on this planet."
At this point, he changed the topic and whispered, "It's just that too many of our Cantum people have stepped onto the altar. Now the population of each clan is less than 60% of what it was when Theresia was restored. The foundation of the empire is crumbling, and even daily Hunt and grazing are difficult to maintain."
"If this continues, Cantum I'm afraid----I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the day when I Divine Descent come."
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Should we consider temporarily delaying the frequency of sacrifices? Give the people some breathing time?"
Red Tide Saint did not answer.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in front of him.
This was once the land that the Orcs were proud of, the hinterland of the empire, the cradle of reproduction, vast and majestic.
In the heyday of Cantum, the vast land was dotted with large and small villages and tribes. The bonfires were kept day and night, and the war songs could be heard for thousands of miles. When the Hunt team returned with a full load, the cubs would rush out of the village gate, cheering and jumping around the prey.
But as far as the eye can see now, it is a dying country.
The once noisy Orc walled city is now empty of ten rooms and nine. In the distant camp, two groups of Orc warriors are fighting each other, with red eyes, and the sound of swords and axes cutting into flesh can be heard from a distance.
The fallen dead and seriously injured will be dragged away by the accompanying priests and carried to the newly built altars.
Red Tide Saint took in all of this without any ripples in his eyes.
Sacrifice to the gods has been going on for many years.
However, Theresia is not a rich continent. It was a long time ago, but after the Orc people's uncontrolled exploration and destruction, Theresia gradually became barren, and even an empire could not support it normally.
Except for Orc, there are no other intelligent races on this continent.
Even the ferocious beast Magic Creature has almost disappeared, becoming extinct due to a break in the food chain, or being unable to reproduce in a barren environment.
So, where did the sacrifices that the gods demanded come from?
Very simple.
Orc itself is now the most suitable sacrifice. Red Tide Saint lets Orc fight and kill each other. The dead and losers are sent to the altar. On the one hand, it can offer sacrifices to the gods, and on the other hand, it also alleviates the problems caused by the lack of resources in the empire.
As for dying in cannibalism and being sacrificed——
Orc people don't care about this.
They were born to regard fighting as an honor, and being able to die under the sword was an honorable ending.
And Red Tide Saint told them that the altar is the door to the Divine Kingdom, and those who died on the altar will not be forgotten.
Their souls will rise directly to the gods, continue to fight and enjoy the glory. Just like this, as time goes by, more and more Orc regard the altar as their destination, thinking that this is a more dignified path than living a bare life.
"Delay the sacrifice? No."
Red Tide Saint said, "The glory of my god has been greatly blasphemed. He will come with the wrath of destroying the world to clean up all filth and filth."
"But His wrath is only directed at his enemies."
"Destruction will not touch us."
"We, our faithful believers, will be exalted in His wrath to His Eternal Realm kingdom."
He turned around, stared at the high priest, and said word by word, "Compared with the Eternal Realm, what is this price now? Being able to step onto the altar and arrive at my god's side earlier is an honor that all believers dream of."
"There can be no mistakes in offering sacrifices."
"This is the will of my god and the order I give you."
The high priest lowered his head.
"I understand."
"I will strictly abide by the will of the Saint Realm, and the sacrifice will not be interrupted."
Red Tide Saint withdrew his gaze and looked up at the dim sky.
Dark clouds hung low, pressing over Theresia, and if you look closely, you will find that these clouds are not a natural celestial phenomenon. There are some runes flashing inside, outlining the looming Magic Array, sealing the sky.
Their effect is to block prying eyes from space.
"Sacred Aura's emperor has woken up from his deep sleep."
Red Tide Saint suddenly grinned and revealed a ferocious smile, "This dragon chose the most inappropriate time to wake up. In other words, this is exactly my god's arrangement."
"That's fine."
"He will watch helplessly as everything about him is burned to the ground, and his empire, his people, and his glory are reduced to ashes in the wrath of my god. He will be angry about it, resist and struggle, but in the end he will find that in the face of my god's wrath, his struggle is more ridiculous than the struggle of ants."
"This dragon will eventually taste the pain of struggle, just like we have tasted all these years."
Red Emperor wakes up and returns as Immortal Body.
This news even reached the secluded Theresia, and was learned by Red Tide Saint.
When this dragon was in the Destiny Rank stage, it was already able to kill Demigod Saint Realm.
Gnawbone Saint died under his claws. This incident is also a shame that Cantum can never erase. Now that he has reached Immortal Realm, he must be many times more powerful than before.
However, Red Tide Saint didn't have a trace of fear.
Under the protection of the glory of the gods, the believer is fearless. He firmly believes that the dragon that blasphemed the gods will be punished, and he will ascend to the Divine Kingdom.
The high priest hesitated for a moment and expressed his worries. "After Sacred Aura built Star Network, our priests also immediately built Magic Array to cover the sky, specifically used to fight against Aura Satellite's deep space exploration."
"Over the years, Magic Array has been operating normally, and Aura Star Network has never discovered what we were doing."
"However, since my god's minions first appeared in deep space, Star Network has recently been probing Theresia Continent very frequently, one wave after another, and the intensity has also increased a lot."
"They----may have discovered something, or at least noticed it."
When the sacrifice just started, Cantum concealed the corresponding information.
As Aura Satellite gradually rose into the sky and intertwined into a network, Orc priests further strengthened the level of shielding. However, as Aura focused its attention here, these shielding could not be guaranteed to be completely effective.
"It doesn't matter."
Red Tide Saint didn't care about this and waved his hand.
"They found out too late."
"My God has locked onto this world, locked onto Bernardo. Even if our sacrifice is interrupted now, his wrath will still arrive, just a little slower than before."
"But for a being like my god, this time is just the blink of an eye."
"Whether it's fast or slow, eventually, He will come."
He raised his head and looked at the sky.
Under the disguise of Magic Array, nothing unusual can be seen in the sky.
But he knew that there was an ancient will that was approaching at an unstoppable speed. As for why it came to Material Plane in this way - it was a bit strange, but Red Tide Saint naturally would not question the decision of the gods.
God only acts for his own reasons, and believers only need to obey.
"Besides, have you noticed?"
Red Tide Saint sneered and said, "For so many years, that Red Iron Dragon has never dared to take a step towards Theresia. Ha, with his arrogant and arrogant character, how could he be so quiet if he was not sure?"
"He is afraid, afraid of the majesty of my God."
"He knew that if he dared to come here, the only thing waiting for him would be his end, so he never dared to come."
The high priest bowed and retreated.
Only the figure Red Tide Saint is left on the tower.
He did not return to the temple. His tall body stood at the edge of the tower, his blood-red cloak billowing in the night wind, and his bloodshot eyes coldly looking down at the earth.
Wherever you can see, altars are moving in the night.
Blood-red Magic Array rays of light rose and fell one after another. The chanting of the priests drifted along the wind and could be heard faintly. Another batch of Orc who had fallen during the fighting were dragged up to the altar. The light of the sword rose and fell, and the blood poured into the ditch and flowed towards the center of the altar.
Saint Realm's eyes passed over the faces of the sacrifices one by one.
He recognized some.
For example, a brave and bold warrior in the tribe once toasted him, roared war songs, and smashed pottery bowls. During the fight just now, he shouted the name of the god when he waved his weapon. He also shouted when he fell. He looked at the sky, as if he had seen the door to the Eternal Realm kingdom.
Red Tide Saint nodded slightly.
How great.
They will eventually understand that every drop of blood shed today is paving the way to the Divine Kingdom, and he will lead them all to the highest place amidst the flames and ashes.
The sun gradually sets in the west.
Red Tide Saint Just watched like this until the night got darker and the moon was in the sky.
He withdrew his gaze, turned around and prepared to return to the temple, praying to the great god as usual.
Although as Saint Realm, his status is extremely high, he still does not forget his duty as a believer and prays every morning and night.
But just then.
The curtain of night was torn apart.
The shield Magic Array covering Theresia failed to even ripple. Without any sign or warning in advance, the dark night sky was torn apart like a piece of cloth.
The next moment, a sun suddenly descended from the crack!
The light poured down, illuminating the night as bright as day.
Even though it was far away, on the other side of the continent, it still shone brightly and was clearly noticed by Red Tide Saint.
He subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked at the sun.
Immediately afterwards, the sun began to converge.
The monstrous flames and light returned to the center like a tide, condensing and forming little by little, revealing a red dragon-shaped figure. The mirror-like scales reflected the firelight that had not completely dissipated. The muscles under the scales were knotted, and two pairs of dragon horns spread out above the head, like a crown.
Across a long distance, Red Tide Saint looked at the giant dragon.
Just one glance.
Although the appearance of the giant dragon had changed a lot compared to what he remembered, with its size smaller, its scales different, and a ferocious crest of horns on its head, and the overall appearance had many changes, Red Tide Saint still recognized him at the first moment.
Lord of Sacred Aura.
Red Emperor Pale Star.
Killed Gnawbone Saint, the blasphemous dragon that blasphemed the glory of their gods.
"----Blasphemer?!"
Red Tide Saint gritted his teeth and whispered, his blood-red cloak dancing wildly.
Not long ago, he swore to the high priest that this giant dragon did not dare to set foot on Theresia because it was afraid of the majesty of their gods.
But before dawn, the dragon came.
And in Red Tide Saint's heart, his arrival is to some extent another blasphemy against the majesty of God.
What made his blood flow faster was that even though the dragon had become smaller, the pressure it felt was not as strong as before.
But this is only visible to the naked eye.
If you scan it with the perception belonging to the Saint Realm, you will suddenly find that the dragon's body contains vast power, like a real celestial body appearing here, which can instantly attract all the eyes and perceptions around it.
At this time, while Red Tide Saint recognized the giant dragon, Red Iron Dragon, who was high in the sky, also noticed him.
A pair of vertical pupils glanced this way.
Immediately, the giant dragon raised a claw and tore forward lightly.
Space splits.
The next moment, Red Iron Dragon's figure appeared above the tower, so close that one could clearly see its crown-like dragon horns, and all the muscles in Red Tide Saint's body tensed up.
But the dragon didn't look at him.
Red Iron Dragon lowered his gaze and scanned the earth under the night sky.
On the barren and barren land, there are altars glowing with dark red light, the sacrifices being slaughtered in the altars, and the manic atmosphere in the air that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved——
After a brief glance, he probably understood what was happening here.
"As expected."
Red Iron Dragon withdrew his gaze, looked down at Orc on the high tower, and said, "It was you stupid Orc who pointed out the coordinates to Ancient Wild God in the starry sky, and used the flesh, blood and souls of your compatriots as firewood to ignite the signal and attract its arrival."
"What you are doing is pushing Bernardo towards its doom little by little."
He tilted his head slightly and asked, "But, I'm curious."
"Why don't you continue to pray to your Deity? Instead, place your hope on Wild God? Is your god unable to respond to you?"
The Orcs of Cantum believe in Beast of Valor of Orc Pantheon.
Although Beast of Valor is not a powerful god, he is still a Deity after all, and believers will not feel that the Deity they believe in is weak.
Then here comes the problem.
Why did these Orc betray Deity and surrender to Wild God?
Garos is asking sincerely.
However, after his words fell into the ears of Red Tide Saint, they were strangely twisted into another shape.
In his sense of hearing, the dragon was using an extremely contemptuous tone, mocking his faith, mocking Cantum's countless years of piety and sacrifice, saying that their faith was worthless.
"You!"
Red Tide Saint's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and anger rushed to the top of his head.
"The blasphemous fanatic!"
He raised his head and roared at the giant dragon in the sky, "Do you think that after the Immortal Realm, you are qualified to compete with my god?!"
Garos was slightly startled.
This answer is a bit strange.
Although he and Orc are enemies, they are both at the top of Material Plane. His attitude just now should not make Orc react like this.
Moreover, the other party answered completely incorrectly.
It's a bit like----what he heard was different from what he said.
Red Iron Dragon's eyes condensed, Eye of True Sight carefully looked at Orc Saint Realm in front of him.
At this glance, we can see the clues.
His pair of eyes.
Dense bloodshot eyes covered the entire eyeball, and the blood red color was so deep that it was almost black. It was not like the state Orc Saint Realm should be in. However, Orc Saint Realm clearly had such a pair of eyes, but his emotions seemed normal, he could roar angrily, and his logic seemed complete----
However, he must have some problems.
"That's it."
Garos's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding.
Then, there was a hint of pity in his eyes as he looked at Orc on the tower.
"My mind has been distorted without even realizing it."
"A dignified Saint Realm was corrupted by Wild God's will and turned into a puppet with distorted cognition. He thought he was serving the old Deity."
"Even now, you don't know that the god you are calling is no longer Beast of Valor."
"It's really sad."
The giant dragon shook his head slightly and said.
Just like before, when these words fell into the ears of Red Tide Saint, they were once again twisted into the most vicious blasphemy against God.
"Blasphemer!"
Orc Saint Realm's eyes were filled with anger, and his fangs were clenching. "You are still as arrogant as ever! How dare you step into Cantum's territory alone!"
"Cantum, even if it is not as good as it was in its heyday, it does not mean that it can be intimidated by you!"
"Now that you're here, don't think about leaving again."
Red Tide Saint roared, and his bloody cloak was pulled straight by the strong wind.
"If your general is defeated, stop barking."
Garos didn't want to waste more words and said, "If you have any skills, please show them as soon as possible and let me appreciate them."
As he spoke, his paws trembled slightly, as if they were pulling on something invisible.
Red Tide Saint didn't notice this detail.
His chest, filled with anger and Rage, was heaving violently. He suddenly raised his head and let out a low roar that shook the wasteland. In the roar was a prayer he knew by heart.
"The great Beast of Valor, the invincible supreme one!"
"Your claws tear apart all enemies, and your roar shatters all resistance!"
"Your followers fight in your name and are invincible and invincible!"
"Anyone who is your enemy will be defeated; anyone who protects you will never be destroyed in a hundred battles!"
At the same time as the prayer was spoken, a sudden change occurred.
As far as the eye can see, all the Orc on the entire earth, whether they are the sacrifices at the altar, the soldiers fighting in the camp, whether they are the old, the weak, women and children, all stopped everything in their hands at this moment, looked up to the sky, roared, and prayed together!
"We are your sharp claws, tearing all enemies to pieces!"
"We are your fangs, biting all blasphemy!"
The roar is like a sea, gathering into a tide.
Wave after wave of invisible power rises from every Orc, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, crossing the night and crazily injecting into Red Tide Saint's body.
His breath began to rise steadily.
The muscles swelled and the breath soared into the sky. Orc Saint Realm's body swelled visibly to the naked eye. The power of countless compatriots wrapped around him, making him like an awakening demon god.
The strange thing is.
Their prayers were heard by Garos, but they were unclear at the critical moment, without the titles and names of their gods.
This also means that their prayers cannot truly reach the ears of God.
Moreover, as the prayers sounded, the bodies of these Orc became violently deformed one by one, with muscles tearing their skin, bone spurs protruding from their backs, and some turned into monsters with many hands and horns------
Includes Red Tide Saint.
In other words, the degree of distortion of Red Tide Saint is the most terrifying.
The flesh and blood all over his body grew crazily, and seven or eight heads condensed and formed from his body inch by inch. His body swelled like a mountain of flesh, with black veins and blood vessels wrapped around his body. The original Orc appearance was no longer visible.
Seeing this scene, Garos wrinkled the scales on his forehead slightly.
"Even the belief in gods can be distorted, and these believers have been mutated like this - did I overestimate myself before and underestimate the weight of Ancient One?"
Garos suddenly felt wary.
He realized that he had been a little arrogant before.
Successive victories still affected him, making him feel that he could win infinitely, but this idea is undoubtedly dangerous0
"Primordial Wild God is older than the gods, and Ancient One is as old as Multiverse----"
"Even if he was defeated by the gods and lost his glory now, this Calamity Egg is at least equivalent to a Intermediate Deity, and he is still good at fighting. If he were other than Material Plane, I wouldn't even have a chance to face Ancient Wild God."
Garos felt solemn in his heart and thought to himself.
However, although his evaluation of Wild God was higher, he was not frightened by it.
After all, Ancient One is still a god no matter what, Material Plane will treat everyone equally.
Although at the same level, the power that everyone can exert is definitely completely different. Just like two people of the same weight, one is a fighting champion and the other is an ordinary person, there is no suspense about the result of a fight.
Level 40 Ancient One is still an invincible opponent to a normal level 40 Immortal One.
However, Garos is not normal.
In Material World, he believes that he will at least be able to fight.
Moreover, Godhood has not been completed yet, and his faith level is still Demigod. Now that he is Immortal Realm, the negative impact of Ascension to Godhood has been minimized, and he can completely Ascension to Godhood for a longer period of time.
Lord of Victory and Glory is at his strongest when his faith becomes one with him.
----Garos gathered his chaotic thoughts and looked at Red Tide Saint.
"See, dragon!"
Under his gaze, Red Tide Saint's voice sounded one after another, "You are trying to make an enemy of the entire Kantum Empire on your own?! Do you think Immortal Realm can do whatever you want here? No need to wait for my Divine Descent to come, we will bury you enough."
"Really?"
Garos There are no waves visible on the mask.
He even nodded slightly as he looked at Orc, whose aura was soaring, his body mutated and twisted, and the countless Orc on the earth mutating simultaneously.
"Keep praying, but it's best if you pray to me."
"Because your god cannot save you."
The dragon said so.
After the words fell, he raised his paws that had been shaking slightly, and the tips of the claws pointed directly at the sky.
"Thousands of stars are all within my claws."
"Come into the world and clean up this dirty continent for me."
The next moment, the muscles on Dragon Arm suddenly stood up! The right arm became thicker.
Myriad Stars' Heavenly Fall!
The night sky was torn apart again.
The dark clouds that had covered the sky over Theresia for many years seemed to be torn apart by countless giant hands at the same time. After the cracks, one o'clock, ten o'clock, a hundred o'clock, a thousand o'clock - countless meteorites burning with raging flames were forcibly dragged out of the deep space, dragging their long flame tails, and crashed towards the ground of Theresia.
What Red Tide Saint said makes sense.
It is much more difficult to defeat an empire alone than to kill a Saint Realm alone. Empire-level forces often have methods that can increase the strength of their own units, just like what the Orcs are doing in front of them.
Without the same legion to contain them, their Immortal One will be amplified to an extremely strong level.
Garos became a little more serious because of this.
Moreover, it is just a good time to try your own methods.
As early as when he arrived at the Theresia Continent, he sensed that he had grasped the line of force, pulling on the nearest meteorite belt and pulling them over.
Now, they're here.
One after another.
Meteorites are like rain, and fire waterfalls are like drops.
The falling skyfire burned the entire continent's sky into crimson, the air burned, the clouds evaporated, and on the earth, including the Red Tide Saint like a mountain of flesh, the distorted roaring prayers of the Orc came to an abrupt end.
All Orc raised their heads and stood stiffly in place.
Their pupils reflected the same scene.
Meteor stars filled the sky, raining down.
Like, divine punishment.
Meteorite falls to the ground.
Boom!!
At the moment of the impact, the ground bulged and rolled like water, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye swept out against the ground, flying up, crushing, and igniting everything in its path, including camps, altars, Orc, and rocks.
Clouds of crimson dust rose from the ground into the sky, like corollas of flames and ashes.
Beautiful, dangerous, deadly.
And this is just the beginning.
Meteors are coming one after another all over the sky, like the Milky Way bursting its banks, pouring down on the land of Theresia. Each impact is accompanied by the roar of earth-shattering.
The earth trembled, and magma spewed out of the cracked ravines.
The distorted Orc in prayer were roaring up to the sky one second, and were smashed into dust by the falling sky fire in the next second. The distorted flesh and blood bodies were no different from withered grass in the face of billions of degrees of heat, and even ashes were not left behind.
The sky burned and the earth collapsed.
These Orcs tried to bring doom to Bernardo, but before that, the doomsday came to them first.
Roar!!
In the sea of fire, a shocking roar sounded.
The mountain-like Red Tide Saint rose into the sky riding on the flames, seven or eight heads roared at the same time, and the huge body covered with black veins rushed towards Red Iron Dragon high in the sky.
"Blasphemer! I'm going to tear you apart!"
Garos glanced down at him.
Then, he waved his paw casually.
Among the falling meteorites, dozens of them suddenly trembled slightly, falling at an angled angle, drawing arcs, and all converged towards the charging Red Tide Saint.
Red Tide Saint smashed the first oncoming one.
But more meteorites followed, colliding, stacking, and squeezing him——
In the blink of an eye, these flaming meteorites, centered on Red Tide Saint, converged and collided into a huge sphere, sealing him completely inside.
A dull roar came from inside the sphere.
After a few breaths, cracks appeared on the surface of the huge stone ball and exploded into pieces.
Red Tide Saint tore open the confinement and rushed out.
However, he didn't have time to take a breath.
Red Iron Dragon stretched out his claws in the air, stretched out the muscles under his arm armor, and gave a firm squeeze in his direction.
It was like an invisible giant hand pinched it.
All the rubble came to life and pounced on him again.
The fragments pressed against the fragments, and the rock layers pressed against the rock layers, rapidly stacking up and converging amidst the furious roar of the mutated Saint Realm. In the blink of an eye, a huge stone ball took shape again, sealing him in again.
Break into pieces, aggregate.
Break it up again and put it together again.
In a short period of time, the stone ball was broken again and again by Red Tide Saint, but it re-condensed around him again and again, and with each reorganization, the rock formation surrounding him became denser.
At the same time, other meteorites are still falling tirelessly.
The earth trembled endlessly, and the sky burned thousands of miles of fire.
Orc Empire on Theresia was being wiped into ashes inch by inch in the rain of fire.
Is it cruel to kill people like this?
If it were any other life, it might feel a little cruel.
But Garos doesn't think so.
In his eyes, these Orc are hopeless.
If Holden and Nausir both caused disasters outside of Bernardo, then these Orc are disasters living in Bernardo Planet, not to mention that they are now mutated by Fleshwarp, let alone leave them behind.
Moreover, Theresia is already barren and desolate, so this baptism will not have much impact.
Anyway, it needs to be rebuilt.
However, Garos is also a little sympathetic.
The aberrant Orcs struggling in the apocalypse look very painful and tortured.
So, he blinked and looked away, not looking at this scene.
High in the sky, Red Iron Dragon shifted his gaze to the huge stone ball that kept emitting dull roars. His eyes gradually became focused, and then he closed his back claws and twisted his hands slowly.
Invisible force tightens layer by layer.
The huge stone ball began to shrink.
The huge diameter shrank in circles under the squeeze of Gravity Field. Inside, the roar of Red Tide Saint became more and more muffled, and the strength of the struggle became smaller. Occasionally, a crack opened, but before he could squeeze out half of his body, the crack suddenly closed, and the pressure was even tighter than before.
Eventually.
The huge sphere that gathered dozens of meteorites and once enveloped Demigod Saint Realm was compressed to a diameter of less than one meter, turning into a round and dense sphere, and its texture also changed from rock to something like crystal.
Garos stretched out his claws to catch it, weighed it, and flicked it lightly with the tip of his claws.
"Saint Realm, who once terrified me, can now only be reduced to a plaything in my claws."
The dragon grinned, throwing the ball up and catching it casually, as if playing with marbles.
Saint Realm.
When Orotara Continent participated in the war, he chose to avoid the enemy without hesitation when faced with the Saint Realm, turned around and ran away. But now, the dignified Saint Realm couldn't even touch his scales and was captured easily.
"From Destiny Rank to the Immortal Realm is indeed a qualitative change. I am more than ten times stronger than before. The enemies who once needed attention are now not even worthy of letting me extend my claws."
Garos thought deeply.
Then, he weighed the sealed ball a few times, thought for a moment, and was not prepared to destroy it.
There is no point in killing Saint Realm.
Moreover, there is a high probability that Saint Realm cannot be truly killed. After his death, he will be reborn in the Divine Kingdom. It is better to seal him temporarily.
Gods and Immortal Life.
Comparing the two, the latter's combat skills are often stronger at the same level, but the former is actually more difficult to kill, because except for a few special circumstances, the god himself will almost never leave Divine Kingdom, and always relies on various incarnations and appearances to fight.
These incarnations were killed, and their impact on the gods themselves was very limited.
Moreover, even if some crazy warriors break into the Divine Kingdom and kill the god himself, as long as their faith is not cut off and there are believers who remember the existence of the god, they can accumulate strength in their faith and gradually resurrect.
In this case, the best option is to seal it first and then find a way to end it completely.
Killing them at will will give them a chance to resurrect.
Garos put away the sealing ball and hovered in the rain of fire. The mirror-like red scales reflected the burning continent, and he lowered his eyes again.
Beneath him, Cantum is dying.
The meteor Starfall fell, the flames burned through the sky, and the thick smoke obscured the starry sky.
Orc Empire, which has occupied Theresia Continent for a long time, is being turned into a record in history overnight, withdrawing from the world stage, and the initiator of all this is standing in the sky.
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