Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 396 False God

Pantheon?

Monica's face instantly darkened.

She is a vampire, and a high-ranking vampire with the purest bloodline, making her a target that the Pantheon seeks to eliminate.

Barrow raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

He didn't know that Monica was a vampire from the Blood Oath, but he could guess from her expression.

The Night's Watch was unaware of the feud between the Blood Oath and the Pantheon, but they knew that the hatred between the two was irreconcilable.

Deadly enmity!

Only one of the two parties can exist.

The Pantheon, in particular, even placed the task of eliminating vampires on par with resurrecting the gods, which shows how deep the enmity was.

Monica's beautiful eyes sparkled as she asked:

"You are an ancient god, so you can die?"

"God doesn't necessarily represent power." The little girl holding the apple shrugged and smiled.

"My being sealed here is proof of that."

"The person outside is not actually strong. He is just a god who has obtained divine power that does not belong to him. But I am sealed and can only passively take the beating. Eventually, my divinity will also dissipate."

"Oh, right."

She took a bite of the apple and said slowly and deliberately:

"You can call me Ace."

Ace?

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Um..." Blaise cautiously raised his hand:

"Are you really a god?"

"Obviously." Ace shrugged, his clear, childlike eyes fixed on him:

"Ordinary people, haven't you ever witnessed a miracle?"

As he spoke, invisible particles in the void condensed in the air in a complex way.

blink.

A lively rabbit suddenly hopped out.

"Only God can create living beings, of course... this comes at a price."

?

Blaise's mouth gaped open, his eyes wide with astonishment, his mind reeling, unable to process what was happening for a moment.

The other two didn't react much to this; after all, they were superhumans and had a certain capacity to accept it.

"The god Aisgu?" Barrow asked.

"The entity that sealed your existence must be a deity, so why was Miss Monica's blood able to break the seal?"

"You don't understand." Upon hearing this, Ace's eyes lit up, and he stared intently at Monica.

"The blood in her veins is the nemesis of all gods; theoretically, she shouldn't exist."

"The gods will not allow someone like her to exist!"

"However, her bloodline was also cursed by the gods with some kind of evil curse, making it impossible for her to have offspring."

Ok?

Blaze suddenly turned to the side and looked at Monica.

Monica's face turned ashen.

"Unable to have offspring?" Barrow frowned.

"How could this be...?"

"That's right." Monica took a deep breath.

"Pure-blooded vampires cannot perpetuate the blood alliance, and their numbers remain fixed. Only when a member of the clan voluntarily gives up everything will another pure-blooded vampire be born."

My mother died on the day I was born.

"Ace!"

She gritted her teeth and stared at the ancient god:

"I can help you break the seal, but you must swear to let us leave, and from now on you must not lay a hand on vampires, you must not reveal my secrets, and you must promise not to break your word..."

"So many requirements?" Ace pursed his lips.

"All right."

"I agree!"

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"You are guilty!"

The seraphs, the singers, raised their scepters high, unleashing a shower of white light that fell into the seal.

"Rumble..."

The earthquake trembled.

The dark wizard Abbott held the scroll and carefully observed his surroundings.

His actions were undoubtedly superfluous.

The seraphim, shrouded in "holy light," was the only pure life form he perceived.

Holy light shone forth.

The scarab beetle, resurrected from petrification, quickly turned to ashes, and the holy light field blocked out all other energies.

Even as a third-ring wizard, there was nothing he could do but obediently wait for it to end.

Ok?

As the earthquake subsided, the seraphim who sang the praises suddenly frowned and then took a step forward to sell:

"escape?"

"The seal is right here, where can you escape to?"

"You are guilty!"

Holy light shone down once more.

You can clearly see a huge dark shadow below, struggling to move into the distance.

The dark figure covered an area of ​​several thousand acres, and upon closer inspection, it was a huge, twisted, and decaying corpse.

Holy light descended, and the corpse dissolved.

The holy light emanating from the Seraphim, the singers, was insignificant compared to their massive bodies, but even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. Faced with an ancient god who could not resist, the victor would ultimately be on their side.

In the black wizard Abbott's perception, the corpse of the 'Ancient God', still sealed, was struggling and writhing in the distance, making a futile effort.

The singers relentlessly showered down holy light, relentlessly pursuing the 'Ancient God'.

With his abilities, he couldn't discern the details of the fight between the two "gods," but as the saying goes, the bystander sees more of the game, and he was the first to notice something amiss.

Huh?

As if sensing something, Abbott's expression suddenly changed slightly:

"Seraph..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, the massive black shadow below suddenly reversed its course and swept the two of them into it with lightning speed.

A 'deity' and a third-ring wizard were completely powerless to fight back.

Oh no!

Abbott's heart pounded, and the scroll in his hand unfurled instantly.

"Buzz..."

A dim halo flickered, forcibly creating a space that was neither too big nor too small under the shadows.

The scroll in his hand was a fourth-order artifact from the treasures of the gods, and it was thanks to this artifact that Abbott was able to advance to the third-circle wizard even without being able to dispel the astral plane.

"Damn it!"

Under a low curse, the dark wizard Abbott took out an envelope from his person, pricked his finger, and quickly wrote an address on it.

Followed by.

The envelope emitted a burst of light, engulfing him within it. Immediately, the envelope turned to ashes, and the figure vanished without a trace.

A wondrous item—a teleportation envelope!

A one-time use artifact that can teleport a person to a fixed location.

The instant Abbott disappeared, darkness broke through the scroll's barrier and suddenly scooped up his location.

"what?"

A soft exclamation rang out.

Clearly, even the ancient god Ace hadn't expected that a third-ring wizard could escape from a domain attack.

However, this matter was not important to him; taking down the Seraph the Singer was the real task, and the Black Wizard's actions were merely a side effect.

"Well……"

Ace glanced at the scroll in his hand, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he tossed it forward lightly.

"Whoosh!"

As the scroll unfurled, a landscape scene emerged, then rolled towards a certain spot, engulfing the two who couldn't dodge in time.

"Ace!"

Monika, holding Blaze, transformed into dozens of bats and struggled desperately:

"You broke your promise; you will surely be cursed!"

"I only said I'd let you go, but I didn't say how, and I didn't kill anyone." Ace shrugged. As a chaotic ancient god, he had plenty of ways to circumvent his oath.

"Besides..."

"The place I chose for you isn't bad either; it has beautiful scenery and plenty of food. Enjoy your life there!"

With a faint smile, he pounced on the singer shrouded in darkness.

"False god!"

"My turn!"

(End of this chapter)