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"roar------!"

At this moment, a skeletal pegasus burst out of the ink pool, followed by numerous griffin riders, assisting the steel dragon riders in launching an aerial attack on the group of four-legged reptiles.

The handsome man with a cold expression tightened the reins, hovering in the air, looking down from above. He was not the demon ruler; behind him, two bone-faced liches served on the spider demon's eyeballs. The Lady of the Myriad Leaves and Talion silently served Roland. It seemed that the white liches also deserved some credit for successfully manipulating the ancient god's remains.

"Ah, it's you! How could I have forgotten you? How forgetful of me!"

The Father slapped his forehead, a warm smile on his face. In his eyes, sparkling with heavenly light, he saw not Roland, but a grain of sand, insignificant in life and unknown in death.

But it was this grain of sand, hidden in a blind spot amidst the blazing sunlight, that made Father God feel slightly uneasy.

985. The verdant wilderness, its glory restored.

Pantheon, Monumental Battlefield.

Regardless of nobility or lowliness, whether gods or mortals, victory and defeat are decided in the most barbaric way. The loser is eliminated and loses everything, while the winner continues to fight until the game ends.

The appearance of the Evil Spirit Commander broke the rules of the game set by the Heavenly Father for the destroyers of all worlds. If life and death are the only measure of this game, then Roland should have been eliminated long ago. But now he has returned to the battlefield with a group of twisted and unwilling stray dogs, trying to reverse the fate of the "Annihilation" world!

Dead people should not appear in this pilgrimage site. This is not a temple for defeated dogs, let alone for them to gather into an army and shout wildly!

"I hate kids who cheat the most. No matter how arrogant or greedy you are, I can forgive you, but cheating is unacceptable. The resurrection coin is an Easter egg at the end of the game, not a way for you to be clever. Only I can decide who gets a second chance."

The smile on the Father's face grew colder, and his words seemed to be a threat to the King of the Lost Souls in a distant land, forbidding anyone from challenging his authority.

In contrast, Night Mother's expression gradually turned serious from the initial ease. Roland's resistance seemed tenacious but was actually weak. The conqueror's power was beyond her imagination, and this was only one of the old shadows that had collapsed.

"The remnants of the desolate wilderness are not enough to break your will, so what about the glorious afterimages?"

The doll boy's self-talk fulfilled Ye Lili's uneasy premonition. It broke off a piece of its finger and threw it into the sky. The golden broken finger immediately melted into a vortex, from which a similar aura of decay spread.

Another world projection ended by the Destroyer of All Realms.

"Stop it!"

Ye Lili screamed in anger, but was helpless as her divine power was limited and she could not cross the invisible barrier in front of the throne. Wan Gu was also entangled with the leader of the conquerors, and could only watch helplessly as the Father continued to unseal the shadows of the past in the second act.

Not everyone is incapable of defying the Father's divine decree. Batian's steps never ceased, as he forged ahead, crushing the conquerors and attempting countless times to confront this realm of divine beings with his own will.

The other two Pantheon Kings who were destroying worlds were quite hesitant. Asteria, the most shrewd opportunist, was still undecided whether to expose the stolen Pure Heart to the Father, which would be very dangerous, and she did not yet know how to use mental power to fight against it.

Perentitan was more amused and exasperated by the current situation. What was going on? The situation had reversed, and the Night Mother and her undead warriors had taken over the duties of the gods, guarding this crumbling world for them.

"Both are madmen, but Ye Liliu only wants to push the world into the Eternal Night Era, a world without warmth, while our father wants to end the whole game early. We have no choice."

When the Heavenly Father threw out the second chip, the neutral guardian within Vivian finally made up her mind, returning her body to her avatar and granting her her only remaining conceptual weapon, the only God-King Token that could work within the sealed space.

"Find the Messiah, the Azure Heart is a gentle world, may it also heal our wounds."

The Lord of the Stars said this to the Libra Envoy.

"But the God..."

Vivian shook her head, her eyes regaining their sparkle, filled with confusion and panic. Where could she find another witch of chaos now? The sun had already fallen from the sky.

Asteria slumped onto her divine throne, somewhat exhausted, and murmured to herself, "Even you have made your choice, so what about her? What will she choose?"

With no one able to respond to the Seven Luminaries God King, and the elemental calls going unanswered, Lockrean had no reason to exist.

"No! Your existence is not meaningless; now is the time!"

Asteria suddenly stood up. Their homeland should not be defended by the dead. Who said only the ascendants go on pilgrimages to the Pantheon?

At the same time, another golden vortex emitted strange ripples, unsealing the second act of the old shadows. The Father had not lied; it had not only unraveled the mystery of mind power, but it was not content with merely defending its title of annihilation of worlds. It wanted to keep winning, to win forever, and to completely replace the Destroyer of All Realms.

"Glory returns!"

Roland's body tensed as he gazed at the golden wormhole created by his mind. He seemed to be prepared, as the army of the dead continued to reinforce him through the black coffin. But the ruined kings sent by the shadows of the past were not all crawling beasts.

The first conquerors came from the verdant wasteland, a vibrant world before its destruction. But what kind of world is the Heart of Glory?

"Gah!"

Soon, the first conqueror leaped out of the wormhole, letting out a shriek. The alien creature had four arms and six wings, shaped like a bird, with golden feathers covering its entire body like armor, and a head like a hawk.

The Glorious Conqueror, wielding a spear, possessed a powerful upper body that surpassed that of the Winged Race. Soaring through the skies, its speed far exceeded that of the Obsidian Dragons. It easily dodged dragon breath and warhammers, casually tossing its feathered spear and effortlessly piercing the eye socket of a dragon.

The evil spirit commander frowned, but with a flick of his finger, the fallen dragon corpse twitched slightly, struggled to its feet, and, waving its tattered wings, carried the resurrected knight back into battle. Also "awakening" were many ascendants and fallen gods.

"Divine weapon, are you not ready yet?"

Talion bowed slightly and said leisurely to his young old adversary, "It will take some time. What that lady promised will definitely be fulfilled. You know how far the distance between the heavens and the mortal world is. No one but her can do it."

"That sir."

Roland twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a soft, bitter laugh. He didn't dwell too much on how to address the second daughter with his former mortal enemies. Regardless of their identities in life, they were now just guardians of the shattered world.

Whether alive or dead, everyone temporarily set aside their grudges and reached some kind of agreement in the face of the invaders from another world.

If this world were to completely disappear and become the Father's possessions, then neither hatred nor bonds would matter, just like these homeless conquerors...

"The divine weapon had better be as powerful as you say, otherwise someone will take care of you first. The Azure King has only one condition for obedience, you should know that."

"If he can do it, he can try, but it's not up to you to question my research."

The White Lich's voice was disdainful. Stupidity is incurable. It's regrettable, but that's the truth. Emperor Tafus is terminally ill; giving him any more chances won't help.

The Glorious Conquerors, who stormed into the Pantheon, quickly regained air superiority from the Griffin Knights and the Iron Dragon Riders. Ghost Riders were constantly shot down from the sky, and even the Iron Dragon Riders' armor could not withstand the feathered spears.

"Truth is selective, choosing the truly strong among us. Do not resist, do not be afraid, follow your heart."

The Heavenly Father waves his hands, like a conqueror, composing a hymn of annihilation for the pilgrims.

986. Undead vs. Undead

"The Lord of the Dead is even willing to bestow his conceptual weapon upon you. It seems you truly are the last trump card. What a pity, I thought you would prepare some more interesting gifts."

The Father was not surprised that Roland could still control evil spirits in the Pantheon; he saw a reflection of another world in this grain of sand.

For thousands of years, the Ferryman has harvested countless souls, and his powerful authority is no less than that of any god-king, including the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother. However, if Ye Liliu had not brought the black coffin to the mortal world as a beacon, the Lord of the Dead would never have been able to interfere with the world of the living.

The divine oracle of the Heavenly Father is supreme; that is its conceptual weapon. The only thing that can resonate within this sealed realm is the conceptual weapon of another God-King, the one who makes the dead immortal.

This also fully demonstrates that the Chapter of Eternal Night has come to an end. Ye Liliu has laid all his cards on the table, and the puppet boy looks at him with disdain.

"howl------!"

The Lord of Mountains and Rivers slammed his giant fist into the ground, shaking off the swarms of black ants on his body. His offensive gradually weakened. His decaying divine body was no longer as hard as it used to be, and his deep rock shell was constantly peeling away as the conquerors devoured it.

In the midst of the chaos, the four-legged conquerors spread throughout the Arena of the Gods, breaking through the ranks of the army of the dead several times. The Star Apostles were isolated and helpless, forced to band together with the beast horde, and a chilling cold descended upon them at that moment.

"No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Audrey on the throne fell into a pool of blood, the blade piercing her chest and leaving a trail of crimson blood. Among the survivors were other formidable enemies, who didn't care about the destruction of the world, at least not today.

"Well?"

Life vanished from the Cancer Star Envoy's eyes. His pale face showed no shock, no pain, only composure and determination. He could no longer hear Vessalius's heart-wrenching cries. He only hoped that he could wake up soon and once again drag his broken body to protect his companions.

"Clear".

Tess drew her katana, and with a numb murmur, her beautiful figure vanished as the broken blade sliced ​​through space. She lay lurking within the Pantheon, waiting for her chance to strike and kill any remaining Ascendants. All Truth Holders are guilty, even if they possess only a trace of it.

The last God Hunter, having infiltrated the Temple of Gods at some unknown time, joined the pilgrimage chaos. Without principles or emotions, her existence was solely for the purpose of obliterating all truth. When the feast came to an end, she would surely turn her blade against her creator. However, the power she had accumulated was not yet sufficient to break through the domain and sever the prohibition.

The puppet boy was not afraid; on the contrary, his eyes showed admiration. Unlike that grain of sand, whether it was Batian or Asteria, they were all worthy of praise as Annihilation Warriors, the strongest in this world, just like the group of broken kings at his feet who were still clinging to the desires of the past.

The Heavenly Father once embarked on his pilgrimage step by step, defeating all the Red Tide players. His only miscalculation was probably falling in love with the madwoman Ye Liliu.

Will Tess be able to reach the pinnacle of divine inspiration and ascend to the perfect state she once triumphed in? The Heavenly Father eagerly awaits that moment.

"No, the conquerors cannot be killed, at least not in our world. They are merely remnants in the archives, the mind creations of the Destroyer of Worlds!"

Soon, Asteria discovered this horrifying truth: the fallen shadows, swallowed by the army of the dead, lay on the ground, panting and whimpering, yet they never truly perished. The fatal wounds that would otherwise be fatal to ordinary people seemed insignificant to them, healing in the shadows in no time.

Truth is the iron law that obliterates the world. The rules of the game created by the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother do not apply to the conquerors. They have their own rules of the game, which are like a swarm of locusts to the bloody and weak lives in this world.

Immortal versus Immortal?

That's not the case. The concept of immortality of the dead is extremely limited. The physical body that the soul resides in can be destroyed until it can no longer stand up. The conqueror, on the other hand, is a shadow that relies on mental energy to survive. They are not comparable.

Destroying the heart is unrealistic; it's more reliable to challenge the Father directly. But right now, no one can get close to the Monument of the Gods!

"Damn it, isn't there any other way to defeat them?"

Vivian gritted her teeth. The successive upheavals had long since made the ascendants lose their usual composure, which caused them to overlook the most important point: even if they were to join forces with the evil spirit commander, how could they possibly defeat thousands upon thousands of Harrisons, the immortal Obsidian Emperor?

"some."

Perentit responded silently to the Star Apostles in his heart, without revealing the name of that great one. Now, the master of Purgatory should have returned to the Throne of Chaos, the immortal avatar embraced the void anew, and divinity reigned supreme over all things.

The lost world cannot be retrieved, and the original inhabitants of the annihilated world naturally cannot acquire the concept of the past to arm and kill the conquerors. But the Destroyer of All Realms is different. It ended the past and gave birth to new life. Now only its power can slay the shadows of the past.

But will the Chaos Lord, who has regained his divinity, really stand on the side of the survivors?

With stars twinkling and no way to judge, it would be absurd to expect the raging referee of the Eternal Game to step in and help. A slight misstep could lead to the premature burial of the world.

“Tavers, Barbor, go and support the Glorious Front. We don’t need you here.”

Roland remained ruthless, not distracted, constantly summoning evil spirits to fight against the Glorious Conqueror. Perhaps he was the only one who knew the true nature of these monsters from beginning to end.

The Azure Legion followed the enraged Duke, while the formations surrounding the black coffin that had been resisting the Azure Conquerors were now being taken over by a new wave of White reinforcements. Astetaya was surprised to find that the former First Warrior of the Snow People was among them, transformed into a raging evil spirit. Clearly, the Polar Snowfield had been completely defeated by the army of the dead.

Ever since that man was resurrected on the night of prophecy, the Black Lich has shared the Night Mother's vision with him without reservation, and even some of the Fates have glimpsed countless possible future thoughts, until he truly became the representative of the Lord of the Dead, with the power to control all the dead.

Corresponding to his powerful authority was the heavy responsibility of protecting the world. For this, the former Blue Shield Guardian Knight did not hesitate to trample on righteousness, sell his soul, be cursed, and throw himself into the darkness without hesitation, just to win that sliver of hope. He had already foreseen this scene.

After desecrating so many lives, Roland was unwilling and would never claim to be a savior. What he could not accept was that everything he once loved so much would become a memory, a shadowy figure like this group of twisted shadows, forever frozen on the day of destruction, preserved in the heart of annihilation held by the Father!

"no way!"

The evil unicorn neighed merrily, seemingly sensing that its true master was approaching, which invigorated Roland.

Even with the resurrection of so many powerful figures and the recruitment of such a formidable lineup, Roland was well aware that the odds of victory were still very low, but he was not entirely without a chance to fight back.

987. Proof of Falling into Madness