Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

"Your Excellency Ophilar, even the will of the gods has reached an agreement under the threat of the extraterrestrial demon, and they are willing to take out all the gods. Could it be that the candidate for the Son of Destiny cannot be finalized immediately?"

"There are people with pure hearts everywhere in the world. With the power of the gods, wouldn't it be okay to randomly select a person and let him sacrifice for the world?"

"My temple in the material world is being looted by demons, and the statues of gods are being smashed by demons. This is a shame that is difficult to wash away. These blasphemies are happening every moment, and it is driving me crazy! "

"If the delay continues like this, I might as well just use the Divine Subjugation to kill those blasphemers in one go!"

On the continent of Assasi, in the God Realm, among the pantheons, Inquil, the most impatient God of War, held a thunder warhammer and asked loudly, his voice echoing rumblingly, expressing his dissatisfaction directly.

On the three supreme thrones, the Goddess of Magic and the Lord of Reincarnation turned a deaf ear. The God of Destiny glanced down slightly and said coldly:
"Idiot, the Child of Destiny is the most special existence in the continent of Arthas, possessing absolute kindness and a heart of sacrifice!"

"If you choose a random person, as long as there is even a little selfish desire in this person's heart, he will not be willing to sacrifice himself easily for the world after mastering the creation godhead!"

"I don't think I need to remind you too much about what kind of disaster consequences it will bring!"

Inquil's expression was suffocated, and he wanted to argue, but Kilitjo, the Lord of Reincarnation, opened his eyes indifferently and said:

"The number of gods that can be lost in the continent of Arthas is approaching the limit. Inquil, I know that you secretly want to use the divine descent at any risk."

"But I cannot allow you to leave the divine realm with a godhead at the level of a main god!"

"Otherwise, once your war godhead is plundered by an alien demon, the Son of Destiny will be unable to ascend to the status of a creation god, and will be unable to reverse Ragnarok!"

Inquil's figure trembled, and he vaguely sensed the killing intent in Killitjo's eyes.

He knew that if he still had the idea of ​​using divine power, he would be greeted by eternal and cold death.

In the face of death, even a ferocious and violent God of War retreats in silence.

In the end, Inquil sat back on his seat and reluctantly put his hand on his chest to show his submission to the three supreme gods.

Ophiral, the God of Destiny, looked at the gods and continued to say slowly:

"I want you to understand that it is not easy to get your destiny back on track."

"If the original destiny is followed, the child of destiny will be born nearly 10,000 years later, but obviously we can no longer wait for this day."

"So we must let the child of destiny be born a full 10,000 years in advance."

"The best way right now is to use the power of the gods to let the goddess of magic use time-travel magic to summon the child of destiny from the future to the present."

Use the magic of time and space to summon the Child of Destiny from the future ten thousand years in the future!

This unimaginably unimaginable plan immediately caused an uproar in the Pantheon. Even with the wisdom of the gods, they almost thought that they heard wrong, or that Mr. Ophiral was crazy.

"Ms. Mary Anne, is this really possible? Everything in the past has already been determined, and everything in the future is changing at any time... The child of destiny may not even be born at all!"

Mills, the God of Knowledge, is a middle-aged scholar wearing a white silk robe and a monocle.

Although his strength ranks last among the main gods.

But in terms of knowledge and wisdom, he is the most powerful existence among the main gods.

At this moment, even the God of Knowledge couldn't help but ask the Goddess of Magic for advice and raised his doubts.

Mary Anne, the goddess of magic, raised her hand to hold a wisp of magic sparks and said softly:
"Oh, dear Mills, under the arrangement of fate, the child of destiny is destined to appear."

"This is the real future that the innate god who controlled the fate of Godhead saw before his death. No matter how the real future changes, no matter how the process changes, it will inevitably happen." "And magic is the most wonderful and omnipotent on the continent of Arthas. The power of time and space can even manipulate time, rejuvenating people and resurrecting them from the dead!"

"The next thing we have to do is use time and space magic to create a special area."

"Then continue to accelerate the time in this area until it reaches 10,000 years, and then pull the child of destiny over and let him save the world in advance!"

Mills was stunned and said doubtfully:
"But where is this place? This kind of time and space magic that spans ten thousand years can never last for too long. What should I do if I miss it?"

Before the goddess of magic could speak, Ophiral reached out and touched the ground and said:

"That place is in this pantheon!"

"The Pantheon was built by the God of Creation. It is indestructible and is shaped by the rules of heaven and earth. Until one day ten thousand years later, the child of destiny will come here!"

A moment later, when the gods in the Pantheon no longer had any doubts, the goddess of magic Mary Anne's face became serious and she began to cast time and space magic.

The supreme divine power she mastered turned into a magic network and was connected to the extraordinary magic power of the entire continent of Assasi. At this moment, she was blessed by the gods of other gods, and her magical power was unprecedentedly powerful.

A mass of surging magical energy suddenly expanded, submerging the entire Pantheon in an instant, turning it into an independent time and space, separated from the entire continent of Assasi.

In the Pantheon, time began to speed up quietly, and became faster and faster.

All kinds of bizarre illusions and unreal voices came one after another, and even the gods seemed frightened in this forbidden magic ritual.

Gradually, some gods turned pale and couldn't hold on any longer.

They felt as if all the divine power in their bodies had poured into a bottomless abyss, while the magic chains linking the gods were still accelerating their devouring speed.

Bang!
I don't know how much time had passed, but a loud sound suddenly erupted in the Pantheon. The gods looked weakly and shocked, and found that the huge, heavy bronze door at the door was inexplicably pushed open by a force from the outside.

It's just that what's outside the open door is not the starry sky of the God Realm that will always be bright and bright in the memories of the gods, but a billowing gray fog, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

The next moment, a knight girl holding a broken sword walked in from the door.

Even though her face was stained with a lot of dust and stains, she could still see the astonishing holiness and beauty in the girl's clear sea-blue eyes.

"Huh? It's strange. Are they the afterimages left by the gods of the past? But this is the first time I've seen them in such large numbers!"

The knight girl stood at the door of the Pantheon. Compared with the tall gods, her petite body seemed even smaller.

At this moment, she subconsciously looked at the way back. After discovering the gray fog blocking the way, her expression became a little panicked.

Obviously, before stepping into the Pantheon, these gray mist should not exist for the knight girl.

"Child of destiny, you are finally here. I am the goddess of magic. Even if ten thousand years have passed, you should still remember my name..."

Just as the knight girl stood on tiptoe, trying to break through the gray mist and escape from this strange place.

Mary Anne on the throne showed an extremely elegant smile, and paused deliberately after speaking, waiting for the knight girl to wake up from her surprise.

And the knight girl was obviously really scared.

The big sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, breaking into two pieces with a click, and she murmured:
"Supreme Holy Demon, I knew I shouldn't run around when visiting the Pantheon, but now I've encountered a ghost, and the remnant image of the old god seems to be talking to me!" (End of Chapter)