They all call me an Outer God.

Suspicion, hatred, and murderous intent are constantly eroding Liya's remaining mind, but he still desperately suppresses his negative emotions and fights against them.

After a long time, he relaxed.

Ghros thought that Leah had compromised, but before he could be happy for long, he heard the mythical creature in front of him rubbing its sharp teeth together and speaking slowly in human language, with a tone full of terrifying stubbornness.

"I don't care if it leaves me or where it goes."

"Why, don't you care about Him anymore?"

"No, quite the opposite."

Leah paused for a moment, "I don't care if it leaves me, because I know that our fates have long been entangled. I will definitely get it back no matter what the cost."

Ghroth: "Even if your status and person are far from each other, if you want to get closer to Him, you must accept your fate of becoming the original insane... You are simply too foolish."

"Otherwise, how could I become [Blind and Stupid]?"

Riya took a deep breath.

"You know, just now I suddenly had the motivation to live again. Since the Nameless Mist is the direct descendant of the Original, I will try my best to become the Original. Here, as a prophet, I will make a prophecy -

Everything will meet in the end, even if fate is not written this way, I will tear fate apart.

If I become the original, I will revive everyone, I will erase the extraordinary existence, and all distortions will return to normal. "

“Is this your declaration of purpose?”

"Do not."

Leah whispered, "This is the best ending I can imagine, and it's what my ideal world should look like."

"…You know what, you are just an extremely arrogant lunatic."

After hearing Leah's reply, Ghros felt that he was unreasonable. He actually had the delusion of building a utopia in a world that was polluted and eroded to the point of being more serious.

Extreme idealism is extreme arrogance, but Ghros knows that Leah is really likely to do this because the meme he is about to perform is [Prophet].

During the deduction process, the prophet cannot lie, and what he says must be realized in the future, otherwise the deduction will not be valid.

"So Ghroth, come and help me."

Leah extended an invitation to Gehros: "I want to be the original, I want to change the world and replace it back to its most ideal form."

"I have no reason to help you at all. Are you an idiot? We are opposites. I want to kill you right now!"

"But you didn't do it because you didn't dare to gamble."

"what?"

“You dare not bet whether Nyarlathotep has other tricks up his sleeve, dare not bet that He will show up after I disappear, and dare not bet that my identity is actually a Hephaestugtu used as bait.

Only cooperation between us can achieve a win-win situation. Your ideal is difficult to achieve in a short period of time. We are currently under attack from all sides. Why don't we brainstorm and listen to my ideas? "

"You're daydreaming."

Ghros bluntly rejected Leah's request for cooperation. Leah felt a little regretful. Besides feeling regretful, he also took some time to look at Ivander, or rather, to look at his dark side.

"Teacher, I know your test is still going on. I have committed all seven deadly sins, and the sin I am committing right now is arrogance." "But isn't arrogance a sin that every one of us will commit?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and the sharp blades of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse immediately attacked Evander. Evander turned back abruptly and used his sickle to block. The surrounding angels also took action at this time. Billions of chains sprang out from the earth and tightly wrapped around their bodies.

At this moment, a pale light beam with a black halo fell from the sky. Ivander dodged the attack range in an instant. With a loud "bang", a huge pit dozens of meters deep appeared on the spot. Ria and the knights in the pit were intact, but everything touched by the light beam turned into dust.

"Shh-"

The two main models above the sky were flapping their "wings" because of the black business angels, blowing the horn of the end of the world. At this time, many confused people who were entangled by the scarlet threads also emerged around.

"woo woo woo woo------"

The sound of the horn continued.

The crowds attracted by the sound were all believers of the Shining Sun. After hearing the horn, they had completely become puppets of Ghroth.

"In terms of tactics, all of you are far inferior to me."

Gheros sneered: "For this day, I have waited for countless days and nights in the dark and cold prison. Look, I have developed the belief of the Shining Sun into the largest religion in Endles with my own efforts, making everyone become my slaves."

"You are my enemy, and you are the enemy of all Enderes. How does it feel to see your former people submit to me and become your enemy, Your Excellency the World Serpent?"

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The angels set up a barrier to isolate the outside world, but the believers were trying madly to get in and kill all the demons that were hostile to their master.

Riya raised her hand, picked up the sword of Damocles transformed from her cane and pointed it forward.

"If you won't kill me, I'll kill all of you."

The sharp blade flashed with cold light, and the World Serpent's eyes moved. Saler looked at his reaction and couldn't help wondering: "Do you know that sword?"

"That was once my weapon, but it was lost in the war. But logically, no one should be able to use it."

"A sharp sword will only allow those it recognizes to use it. It will only recognize the [Monarch], and once it recognizes its master, it will never betray him."

"It looks like it has found its monarch."

The World Serpent was helpless but also somewhat relieved, but his eyes became more cautious: "If it is the Sword of Damocles, then we must be careful, because you never know which direction it will attack from."

Even if the user is slashing with his back to the enemy, the sharp sword light is enough to destroy the enemy across time and space.

The Sword of Damocles was such an evil sword that was impossible to defend against. On the day it was forged, the God of Craftsmen simply scratched it during the day, and all those who participated in forging the sword died that night.

"Why did he get such a fierce thing!?" Sale was very puzzled. "It used to be your weapon, right? Why don't you think highly of such a fierce thing?"

"I was so poor and hungry at the time that I sold it... for ten swaras."

“Everyone has difficult times.”

At this point, the World Snake became a little awkward, and its voice became smaller and smaller.

"ha!!!!?"

Sale looked at the person next to him who was acting shy, and no matter whether he was the incarnation of a god or not, he had the urge to slap the other person to death with one tentacle.

(End of this chapter)