On the edge of the land abandoned by the gods, a figure quietly stepped out of the everlasting turbulent flow of energy.
The person who came was wearing a black robe, with a bloodless face, like a corpse.
He is none other than Sawyer, the God of the Underworld who successfully hunted the God of Transformation and stunned the multiverse!
At this time, he had teleported hundreds of times in succession, throwing out countless baits along the way. Theoretically, even if he had the prophecy godhead, it would be impossible to chase him according to the diagram.
At this point, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Weak people have a reason to exist. God of Transformation, this is the reason for your existence! Your destiny is like this, why bother struggling so hard to make jokes?"
The god of Hades sighed with pity, grabbed it casually, and pulled out a floating castle from the void.
The castle is as big as a meteorite, and it suddenly squeezes out, like a meteor flying in, which is shocking.
In the end, it was like a mount lying at the feet of its master.
Hades gracefully stepped onto the steps and walked briskly towards the interior of the castle. As he walked through the long corridor, he couldn't restrain his inner excitement and performed an ancient tap dance.
"Da da da, da!"
The crisp dance steps rippled in the corridor, just like the owner's mood, cheerful and relaxed.
When Hades entered the alchemy room, the core of the castle, he had already vented his inner excitement and began to take stock of the harvest of this hunt.
This time I gained a lot!
The wealth accumulated by Wadsworth, the God of Transformation, was almost wiped out by him.
It also includes an ancient floating castle.
If converted into Internet currency, I am afraid it would not be worth trillions of source materials.
But none of this wealth can compare to that intangible, indescribable, and indescribable mass of formless things—the Godhead.
The God of Hades looked at this mysterious existence greedily, took it into his soul for a while, and began to understand it carefully.
According to the "cone in the bag" law, Hades' first impression was that this was indeed the transformation of the godhead.
The power of energy transformation is all available!
He raised his right hand, and a ray of magic emerged from his palm. The magic suddenly turned into soul power, then turned into fighting spirit, and suddenly swayed into a wisp of invisible and qualityless vitality. It was unpredictable and unpleasant.
The palms of his hands suddenly clenched into fists, extinguishing this ray of ever-changing energy.
Pluto's eyes lit up!
"It seems that the God of Transformation is indeed dead!"
At this point, the last worry in Hades' heart completely disappeared.
Ever since he lost half of the Titan Soul in Willis, he has been plotting and trying to use his tricks to see if he could use a godhead as bait to catch the God of the Internet.
His fishing methods are very sophisticated.
Instead, he used the power of the netherworld to cut off a piece of his soul and merge it into the decoy godhead.
This ray of soul is so small that it cannot be detected through conventional means.
This is the ultimate basic size that can only be cut by the power of the godhead, and can only be discovered by those who hold the power of the netherworld.
It was with the help of this ray of soul positioning that he was able to keep an eye on Wadsworth.
Facts have proved that the effect is remarkable.
"Can this move also be used to fish for other weak gods? If done well, it may be possible to catch all the gods in one go!"
Hades looked excitedly looking forward to the future.
"God of the Internet, I really should thank you. If it weren't for you, how could I have thought of this? Hahaha..."
Hades laughed and disappeared from the alchemy room, taking the floating castle with him.
He has already confirmed that he has transformed into a godhead, and he can't wait to integrate into the Netherworld godhead and expand the dark network.
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"Your Majesty, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. Please move to the altar of the Sun God."
Almond, an old waiter who had served three generations of Sun God's heirs, was still kneeling on the cold steps, whispering reminders even though he was very old.
"Is it time for the sacrificial ceremony again so soon?"
In the deep hall, the voice of His Majesty Gregory, the sixteenth generation descendant of the Sun God, came.
"Thanks to the mechanical creations given by His Majesty, the slave-catching team has gained a lot recently!"
The aging old waiter Almond heard that His Majesty Gregory was in a very good mood as soon as he heard it, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Very good!"
When these two words came, the old waiter Almond's eyesight dimmed. He didn't dare to look up. The shoes that caught his eyes already told him who was blocking the sun
He crept forward, stretched out his neck humbly, and kissed the upper part of His Majesty Gregory's shoes.
"How many years have passed, Almond, you are getting old too." His Majesty Gregory's sighing voice came faintly.
Almond trembled all over and almost became incontinent.
Your Majesty, are you trying to drive him away
He was thinking frantically, trying to find a reason for himself. Unexpectedly, when he was young, he could make the late emperor laugh with his casual eloquence, but now he can't even speak a single word. He is old after all.
At this moment, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and almost wet the ground.
At this moment, a bone-chilling chill rushed straight into his mind, pouring from Tianling Gai into his whole body.
"My life is at stake!" The old waiter Almond was horrified. The situation was more terrifying than he imagined. His Majesty did not want to drive him away, but to kill him
In an instant, he felt that the world observed by his six senses was completely distorted, and the most important thing in his body was stripped out.
I don't know how much time passed, it seemed like a snap of a finger, like an eternity. In short, as his vision returned, he froze.
He saw the great Majesty Gregory!
There is an old dog crawling at His Majesty's feet. The old dog is so weak that its luxurious robe cannot cover its flesh and bones.
It's him!
That old dog is him, Almond.
Almond suddenly raised his hands, only to find a two-handed sword in his hands.
This is the guard's sword!
In an instant, Almond realized something. He knelt down with a thud, using his knees as his feet, moved in front of His Majesty, squeezed away the dead old dog next to him, and kissed His Majesty's instep deeply.
"gone!"
His Majesty kicked him to the ground and walked away.
Almond was not surprised but overjoyed. He stood up and chased after him.
But the moment he caught up with His Majesty, his steps suddenly trembled.
Why does your Majesty's kick look so much like... the late emperor's
Eighteen strong slaves raised the dragon chariot.
His Majesty Gregory sat there lazily, closing his eyes and falling asleep to the slightly swaying beat.
He is happy now!
Because he once again incorporated a true godhead - the transformed godhead.
Yes, he is the true form of Sawyer, the god of the underworld!
This is not a multiverse, no, it should be said, not a multiverse in the narrow sense. This is one of the places abandoned by the gods long ago by the Titans.
He created a huge empire in this world where the dimensional power was almost exhausted.
While following the remains of Titan, I picked up some leftovers;
While cleverly using the environment here to protect one's own body.
—No matter who comes here, they will be reduced to mortals, and their power will never be the same. But with the soul of a Titan, he was able to exert his peak power.
Although the road is long, it will eventually end.
As the dragon chariot appeared in a huge auditorium that looked like a colosseum, there was a roaring sound from the huge auditorium.
Countless people welcomed their king, His Majesty Gregory, the great heir of the Sun God.
At this moment, countless slaves were driven into the Colosseum.
Here they will burn the last glory of their lives, just to please the heirs of the Sun God.
Of course, the only winner will also successfully join the Kingdom of the Sun God, be ennobled, and have the qualifications to form a hunting team and please the heirs of the Sun God.
"How cruel!"
In the audience, a young man with black hair and black eyes wearing an ivory white sword training uniform looked at the dense crowd below with emotion on his face.
"That's right. The thin dimensional power isolates the source material, and only the soul is worth a little money."