If today is the beginning of Ragnarok in the multiverse, then the gods must be very happy with it!
Along with the madness of Hades, countless teleportation black holes opened over countless cities in countless planes, like a gluttonous beast opening its bloody mouth, dripping greedy saliva, scattering leaflets all over the sky, and harvesting the source of matter crazily!
No!
That's not a leaflet, that's a piece of paper that turns into an army, that's a life-threatening bullet, that's an elemental sickle!
What makes the gods even more devastated is that just after the God of Hades left, the God of the Internet came again.
The endless leaflets, either handwritten or printed, rough or exquisite, are like overwhelming locusts, swarming in the mission areas of the gods, greedily sucking their source of energy.
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Krall plane gas town.
The young man covered in patches looked at the Judgment Department cavalry riding a unicorn dragon and arrogantly passing through the street, his eyes clearly shining.
He envied that they could have full stomachs, that they could wear handsome and majestic armors, and that they could ride powerful unicorn dragons.
"I wish I could be like them."
The young man thought to himself.
But he knew deep down that it would never be possible for him in this life.
Because he doesn't even have a direction to work towards.
"What's this?"
The young man's eyes were suddenly attracted by a tumbled piece of paper, which was densely printed with words.
He picked up the piece of paper.
After flipping through it, he found that he didn't recognize most of the words on it.
However, after turning it over, he finally saw a line of text on the back that he recognized.
"The great being from the blue star, you are the master of language and writing. You are the founder of the Internet. Under your protection, I will be connected to all living things."
As the boy chanted, a virtual screen lit up in front of him.
The information that poured into his mind made the boy feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body became numb.
"Oh my God! What is this?"
"internet?"
Along with the exclamations one after another, countless virtual screens lit up in the town.
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In the Gran plane, in a lonely magic tower deep in the misty forest, hysterical laughter suddenly came from.
The laughter is so hearty!
"Sixteen years! Sixteen years later, I finally deduced it! I succeeded! Hahaha..."
A skinny magician was roaring like crazy in the alchemy room. Surrounding him were mountains of manuscript papers and magic materials.
He stayed in the forest for sixteen years just to test a magic conjecture, and now he succeeded.
It is conceivable that his magical attainments will surely advance by leaps and bounds!
A hundred years later, he will leave his name in history!
"Well, what is this?"
An image magic quietly unfolded in front of the magician. In the picture, countless papers were falling from the sky above the city.
—This is an image from the magic puppet he dispatched in the city to purchase daily necessities.
As the virtual screen unfolded in front of him, the magician's pupils shrank suddenly, his lips trembled, and his whole body collapsed instantly.
"The Ibbs formula? How come it is exactly the same as the result I derived? How could this happen?!!!"
The magician collapsed.
The research he had immersed himself in for sixteen years turned out to be knowledge that had long been made public in other planes! ! !
"No-"
The huge gap made the magician look up to the sky and roar with grief and anger.
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"See? The gods are just parasites that absorb our essence. As long as we no longer believe in them, the gods are nothing!"
"Now that we have the Internet and the dark web, we can learn magic and fighting spirit. We will definitely be able to overthrow the Spirit Worship Cult!"
In the secret bandit den deep in the hills, farmers who could not bear the excessive taxes imposed by the Worshiping Cult gathered together.
Their leader stood high up, opened a huge virtual screen, and made an impassioned statement. As he spoke, people from the high platform responded.
These "bandits" who were holding on in the mountains finally saw hope of resistance!
"Down with the Spiritual Cult!"
"Sooner or later we will be able to defeat those damn evil gods!"
“Long live the Internet!”
“Long live the dark web!”
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In a forest, a kobold tribe held a grand sacrificial ceremony!
On the wooden pyramid-shaped altar, a young kobold girl was lying on it, surrounded by fruits, prey, and skulls.
Under the leadership of the dog-headed elder priest, countless dog-headed people gathered around, kowtow and pay tribute!
"Great God of the Internet, thank you for your kind and great eyes on the Nar tribe. The Nar tribe will always be enshrined in your honor!"
The kobold elder shouted!
Above him, a huge virtual screen shone, with kobold cuneiform text automatically appearing on it - the Internet.
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"Kill me. Anyone who sees the use of Internet magic or darknet magic, kill them all. Hang their bodies on the city wall and tell those untouchables that magic is noble and no one is allowed to touch it! "
In the towering magic tower, the mage master roared angrily because the knowledge monopoly that maintained his rule was broken by the gods.
But his roar could no longer be heard from the Magic Tower.
Even if his minions rushed to every corner of the city and countryside, frantically destroying leaflets that dropped from the sky, and even taking the opportunity to kill and plunder wealth, it would be meaningless.
Because the people are fleeing.
They already have the Internet and the dark web, from which they can learn magic, learn some fighting spirit, arm themselves, and protect themselves.
They no longer need the protection of magicians!
In fact, it’s not just about leading people
Even the followers of the magician took the opportunity to flee. They no longer needed to worship the murderous old mage.
Because they already have channels to learn magic.
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Flyers flying all over the sky flooded the multiverse.
Countless intelligent creatures curiously log onto the Internet or the dark web.
The bizarre and colorful online world shocks all intelligent creatures to the point of numbness and collapse of their outlook.
In this world where the superstructure and substructure are severely separated, intelligent creatures in many planes do not even know the concept of "plane" at all.
In “their” worldview:
The world is the village before our eyes;
It’s the county seat in the distance;
It is a high-ranking aristocrat;
He is a magician who is like a god.
"They" never thought that the world could be so huge, so vast, so wonderful, so fascinating and suffocating!
It is the knowledge of infinite power;
It is music that everyone can enjoy;
It spans countless dimensions, and can also communicate, discuss, and even quarrel and curse instantly;
It is the magical dynasty of Azea—the Kvir Empire;
It allows you to experience many world scenery without leaving home, and even earn wealth and essence [Conquer the Second Plane] and [Followers of Hades].
Faced with the leaflet offensive from the God of Hades and the God of the Internet, the Multiverse Gods Missionary Area was almost completely destroyed in a blink of an eye!
The foundation of the gods' rule has been shaken!
This is a dimensionality reduction blow!
This is the enlightenment of people’s wisdom!
This is an explosion of knowledge!
This is intellectual fraud!
This is a collapse of faith!
It's... Ragnarok.
The gods are roaring!
They frantically gathered their legions and mobilized all their forces to try to block the Internet and even the dark web.
However, in the face of this invisible enemy and the support of the people, no matter how powerful the army is, it can only look at the paper and sigh, and it is in vain!
On this day, flyers all over the sky were like deus ex machina, brutally cutting off the era of gods and pushing the multiverse into a new era.
—This is a new era after the "Age of Titans" and "Age of Gods"!
Historically known as: Internet Era.