They all call me an Outer God.

No matter how hungry you are, you can’t sell your weapons. And how much did this guy sell the weapons for… ten svals!?
Even if the currency used to be less valuable than it is now, this guy can't be so charitable!
What did He think of weapons! ?
Seeing that Sale's eyes were becoming more questioning, the World Serpent scratched his head.

“You have never experienced extreme hunger. At that time, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were still wandering around the world freely, and a loaf of bread could be sold for 500,000 gold coins.

Weapon metal is the least valuable thing, pedestrians on the roadside are starving to death in large numbers, while merchants are still pouring milk into the river for their own profit. "

"Back then, I was so hungry that I ate my own tail in the middle of the night. Then people worshipped the Ouroboros as a symbol of holiness and peace. Later, for no apparent reason, they elected me as their king."

Sale: “…”

He probably understood that the World Serpent's words were largely a joke, but the statement that he sold his weapon for ten Shivals was definitely not false.

"boom!!!"

The pitch-black blade was already slashing towards this side. Sale quickly stretched out his tentacles to pull the jellyfish beside him to block the blade, but the sharp blade disappeared when it was about to approach the jellyfish.

The next second, it appeared behind Him.

Saler was startled, watching his severed tentacles quickly move away from the scene, and turned around to see a black light slashing down, but this time the sharp blade disappeared again when it touched him. The next moment, with a "swish" sound, the World Serpent stretched out its hand to block his neck.

Countless fine white snake scales appeared on his hands, and at this time a striking crack appeared in the center of those scales.

It is conceivable that if he had not covered his neck with his hands, the next moment what would fall would be the head.

This is the terrifying thing about the Sword of Damocles.

However, the toughness of the World Serpent's scales was far beyond Sale's imagination. He walked over to the World Serpent and exclaimed in amazement: "As expected of the incarnation of the giant snake known as the [World Wall] and the [Endles Border]. It's really tough."

This was Sale's reaction, while the World Serpent looked at its own scales, and its pupils shrank for a moment.

"I'm injured?"

The World Snake knew very well how hard its own snake scales were. Even though this was just an incarnation created by borrowing Hephaestusgetu's body, and although its strength was less than one thousandth of the original body, the hardness of its scales could not be broken at all unless several angels attacked together.

His scales are the strongest shield.

However, His sword is the sharpest spear.

“This is really contradictory.”

The World Serpent stretched out his hand to cover his forehead again, and actually grabbed the edge of the Damocles sword. His sharp snake eyes stared at the sword holder behind him.

The next second, He opened His mouth and poisonous stings spurted out.

In an instant, Riya took out his black top hat and covered his head with it. The whole person disappeared under the cover of the top hat. The next second, he appeared in the air, but Ivander had already expected it and chopped in the direction of his appearance with a sickle.

"Crack--" Riya's hair was cut off. If he had dodged a little slower, it would have been his head that was cut off.

As the young man's movements became larger and larger, his long hair, which had been tied up, spread out after being cut, turning into a wolf's tail shape that was full of darkness and embarrassment.

At this time, Ria also put her hat on the edge of Ivander's sickle, and successfully used the magician's ability to throw the edge to the ground.

In terms of the number of angels, the ones he summoned were no less than those on the opposite side. The two angels above were still blowing the trumpets, and the knights on horseback below were calling on the masses to rebel and find every opportunity to kill Evander and others.

There is also Meme 2 Perlmund underground, ready to take action. If the trumpet-blowing angel does not die, it will be difficult for him to become a real angel.

Faced with such oppression, Evander snorted disdainfully, and felt that these angels were quite pitiful. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the two trumpet angels all served the Shining Sun in the past, but now they had lost their minds and only served their enemies. If any of them were still sober, they would probably regret their actions and die to apologize.

But the reality does not have so many ifs. The masses that Ghroth can deceive are stronger than those of the Rising Sun. The Rising Sun may have had many followers in the past, but it definitely would not have reached the scale it has today.

The dormant star of disaster has been enjoying the faith of the sun's followers over the years and drawing strength from them. No matter what, the gods will never let him go.

"Ghroth, only you—you must die."

"Stop talking nonsense. Instead of being stuck in a stalemate here, why don't you let me perform some entertainment... How about letting my believers perform a sacrifice first?"

Hearing what He said through Leah's body, all the angels were shocked: "What did you say?"

It was then that they sadly discovered that the people who were placed outside the barrier had already carried buckets of plasma and poured them on the ground. It was the blood of livestock, but this alone was not enough.

The standard configuration of offering sacrifice to the evil god: use a little bit of fishy smell to attract the god's attention, then use one's own life and soul to please the god, dedicate one's body and mind to him, and contribute everything for his revival.

Scarlet runes were engraved on the ground by the masses, and everyone prostrated themselves on the ground, holding knives pointed at their own hearts.

[Star of Judgment]

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[Silent Harbinger]

[The pioneer musician of wandering songs]

Like a collective chant, they recited His prayers with full devotion and ecstasy on their faces.

[Everyone follows the music into destruction, and the world continues to sink and disintegrate]

[I only wish that the Death Star will rise forever]

[Praise the Disaster Star]

"Ghroth, how dare you—"

Evander's pupils were incredibly ferocious, and darkness had completely filled the whites of his eyes. This was a sign that he was being attacked by the evil face and was losing control.

And "Ghros" reached out and pinched Evander's chin with contempt: "I have wanted to do this for a long time. Do you know how happy I am at this moment?"

"All the forbearance and humiliation are worth it now. Come... Come! My subjects! Offer your humble lives to your master!"

At this moment, everyone pointed their blades at themselves, and Ghros' smile became almost ferocious. But after a long while, he still did not receive any feedback from his believers.

"what happened?"

He began to feel puzzled, and at the same time, in the Order Association outside the barrier, groups of investigators were already busy.

"Intervention of containment No. 4-036 has been activated, and large-scale amnesia has been carried out!"

"Containment No. 3-010 has been activated to intervene, dissolving metal products with fixed parameters. The specific target is: the knife in the hand of the person who wants to commit suicide. Dissolution completed."

(End of this chapter)