The Growth of a God

Chapter 119: All-out War of Gods (15)

In the world of Dokwei, in the Temple of the Gods.

"It's the God of Death! And he's the Supreme God of Death who rules the world!"

Through the reflection of the Holy Grail, the nine gods of the Dokwei world all saw Yao Xin's divine power.

With one shout, all the rules of resurrection were negated. The gods awakened by the Holy Grail only appeared for a short time before returning to the dark mud again.

Such exaggerated abilities, such incredible performance...

All the gods present realized that the god of death who issued this order was definitely a main god-level existence, and was the supreme god of death who ruled the world alone.

"Is it the Supreme God of that strange pantheon?"

At this moment, one of the only two main gods in the Dokwe pantheon, the god of earth and fertility, Cthoni, suppressed his excitement and murmured.

In his eyes, the gods saw thirst, greed, and a desire that swallowed everything like a black hole.

There is no need for too many words, everyone knows why Kthoni behaved like this.

Because that is a supreme god who manifests the posture of a "half-saint", a god of the underworld who controls death.

If he can be hunted down, the entire Dokwei world will undergo an earth-shaking transformation.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

"If we miss the opportunity, we may never have the chance to witness the end of a supreme god in person again!"

The power of the Holy Grail is limited.

Those truly powerful gods will not be forcibly knocked down from another dimension by a mere artifact.

Therefore, once this opportunity is missed, the Dokwe pantheon will never have another chance to hunt down a supreme god.

"Why would the Supreme God of a world...come down in person?"

As the supreme god of the same pantheon, Akmon was obviously moved.

But while he was excited, he was also a little confused. Why would the Supreme God of Death personally get involved in this war?

Unfortunately, Akmon's doubts were fleeting, and he was overwhelmed by the benefits that a supreme god of death could bring.

After all, Akmon is also a part-time Grim Reaper.

If he could obtain the authority of a supreme god of death, he might be able to remove the word "part-time job".

"Hoato stays in the Temple of the Gods and does his best to keep the Holy Grail running!"

"As for the remaining gods?"

"According to the old rules, anyone who is willing to fight with me will be eligible to share the final spoils!"

Akmon, who had not had a satisfying battle for a long time, smiled and walked towards the blood-colored bronze holy grail without hesitation.

As the supreme god of a pantheon known for its bellicosity, Akmon himself is also a powerful god of war.

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In the world of Malz, endless shadows gather in the air.

It was a darkness different from black matter, a death that exuded a pure, peaceful aura.

In this shadow, the projection of a towering, graceful god suddenly appeared.

"It's hunting time!"

In a flash, a sun god driving a flaming chariot rushed out from the hole in the sky.

His appearance was so sudden and so brave that the Dokveden gods who were fighting below were shocked.

Because they had recognized the identity of the visitor, and shouted his name together with fighting spirit.

"Akemon! Akemon! Akemon!"
Along with the loud shout that resounded through heaven and earth, seven more gods rushed out from the Dokwei world one after another.

Although they only appear in the form of incarnations, no one would doubt the power of these eight gods.

Especially with the unconditional support of the Holy Grail, the incarnations of these eight gods may even be more powerful than the gods themselves who appear as "saints". "..."

Lowering her head slightly, the goddess of death Yao Xin only had a thought, and a "dance skirt" formed entirely of the Forgotten River appeared.

The next moment, Yao Xin gently shook her skirt, and the surging Forgetful River quickly swept towards the eight gods.

tumultuous!
Wherever the Forgotten River passes, even powerful beings like true gods have to retreat.

However, the Yellow Springs Clan who suddenly emerged from the Forgetful River would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I saw the ferocious-looking members of the Huangquan clan rushing towards the incarnation of the god fearlessly, as if they were willing to risk their own lives to tear off a piece of flesh.

"Don't get entangled with them! They are just the embodiment of the power of death!"

"As long as the Styx does not disappear and the God of Death does not die, they will continue to be reborn from the Styx!"

Akmon saw through the nature of the Huangquan clan at a glance. He turned the sun chariot he was driving and rushed straight towards Yao Xin's head.

His target was the third eye between Yao Xin’s eyebrows.

"hiss!"

In a flash, a white snake that covered the sky and the sun appeared from the void, blocking Akmon's path.

That's a transformed snake!

It is the immortal who shared life with Yao Xin!
"Le Bon! Ilse! Help me stop that white snake!"

At Akmon's command, two gods wielding fire and thunder respectively rushed out from the side.

It was obvious that this was not the first time that the Dokwei gods, who cooperated with each other tacitly, surrounded and killed gods in this way. They did not even make any unnecessary sounds or movements during the whole process.

【Mercy! 】

Watching the war silently, Li Hao in the dark once again issued orders in time.

In an instant, all the liquids in the Malz world began to tremble.

Including the black matter that was originally forced to stay in place, it all seemed to be boiling under the control of some unknown force.

"Oh no! It's a water god at the main god level!"

The God of the Ocean in the Dokwei world instantly noticed the abnormality and issued an early warning.

Unfortunately, awareness does not mean avoidance.

Boom!

It was like a replica of the scene where the 172 gods appeared before.

A "dragon" of such huge size that it cannot be described in words suddenly rushed out from the black mud.

He is so huge and so majestic.

Just like the vast ocean, it gives people an irresistible feeling.

"hold head high!"

The loud dragon roar went from low to high.

The tyrannical "dragon" created endless waves across the entire world, devouring all the matter it could reach.

The black substances that were originally used by the Holy Grail to hunt and imprison the gods have now become the helpers of the "dragon" and began to strangle the Dokwe gods.

"He is not a god!"

"He is just a 'nature spirit' who has not yet ascended to the throne of God!"

"As long as we find his 'spirit', killing him will be a piece of cake!"

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(End of this chapter)