The gods descend into reality

This courage to rush to one's death is even greater than that of a saint.

"But what if they don't die?"

Holy Keisha's voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"Although I don't know what kind of black technology they used, I just saw someone rush forward more than once, and even though they've been fighting for so long and tens of thousands of people have died, the number of players hasn't decreased."

Holy Keisha said earnestly.

"So they took off their weapons and armor?"

"Perhaps it's to prevent loss."

Super Soldier Company...

This is the first time I've ever met someone who values ​​their equipment more than their own life.

but--

If this group of people is truly as Holy Keisha analyzed, then they really deserve to be called a natural disaster!

Moreover, everyone was intentionally avoiding one thing.

It seems that these 'disasters' have become stronger as the battle has dragged on.

If the player was just an ordinary person at the beginning, now even the weakest player is equivalent to the combined strength of two or three people.

Just as the crew of the Giant Gorge were discussing things with the players, the players in the Water Mirror made a new move.

The players who were originally dressed in cloth uniformly put on their armor and picked up their weapons.

A group of players who looked like warriors stood at the forefront, while another group of players holding staffs began to chant in unison.

Fireball, ice spikes, wind blades...

Debuff states, gain states, traps...

In an instant, the entire water mirror turned into a kaleidoscope of colors, a truly spectacular sight.

"Although I want to study the void, it seems that you angels have let in a more terrifying kind of creature."

A gentle and refined voice rang out in the conference room of the Juxia.

Karl, the Grim Reaper who resembled a scholar, appeared on one side of the conference room.

"Greetings, King of the Gods. I should have met you the moment I arrived on Earth, but I met a like-minded companion on the way and we chatted for a while. I hope you—"

He looked up at Keisha and Kyle Karl and his expression froze.

Chapter 371 Whether the Universe is Chaotic or Not is Up to Me

Karl...

Two Keisha?!

With his own eyesight, he could naturally tell that this was not an ability like the ability to create clones.

Although my current technology is not as good as that of angels, it is not far behind. Whether it is real or not is obvious at a glance.

only--

What the hell is this?!

Even Karl, who had always appeared indifferent to everything, couldn't help but feel like cursing at this moment.

These two people with such similar temperaments are actually real!

Most importantly, both of them put pressure on themselves.

These are all powerhouses equivalent to the level of gods!

"Who is this Your Majesty?"

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm his already stagnant heart, Karl slowly asked.

Although at first glance they might both be mistaken for the Holy Keisha, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that they are actually quite different.

"Kyle, the Angel of Justice!"

Kyle's voice carried a strong sense of arrogance.

Previously, whether it was towards Yan or Kyle, he had always been very easygoing and friendly.

Even when facing the Super Soldier Corps, they did not show any aversion.

However, when facing Karl, Kyle's voice was like a blade, making everyone in the Super Soldier Corps feel the hairs on their skin stand on end.

Kyle stared intently at Carl.

No matter which world the Grim Reaper is from, they inexplicably make people feel disgusted!

“There’s a place called Shadow Isles, and there’s someone there who looks somewhat like you.”

Kyle looked at Karl and slowly began to speak.

The Shadow Isles are teeming with the undead, and their numbers are growing every year, squeezing out the living space of the living.

Many of the gods in the astral planes know this.

A battle with the Shadow Isles is inevitable sooner or later, and preparations are underway for it.

Kayle naturally disliked Karl, who resembled the Grim Reaper from the Shadow Isles so much.

"That would be my honor. I would really like to visit the Shadow Isles if I had the chance."

Karl's voice was neither sad nor happy, and he then looked at Keisha.

"I wanted to lead everyone into the Void Era, but I never expected that the angels had already brought people from another world here."

There was a hint of emotion in Karl's voice.

"What?! People from another world?!"

"this--"

......

The members of the Super Soldier Squad looked in horror at the Fourth Calamity, who were fighting back and forth with Ato in the water mirror.

If it was a one-sided massacre at the beginning...

So, it can now be said that there is give and take.

Although the players continued to die, Ato was finding it increasingly difficult to fight, and his movements even became noticeably slower.

If Holy Keisha's previous analysis was correct, then such a fearless and rapidly growing legion is a nightmare for everyone.

Whether it's their terrifying talent or the title of their legion, it's all rather unsettling to think about.

"If one is righteous, what does it matter if they are from another world? But if one is evil, one cannot trust even someone from the same world."

As she spoke, Holy Keisha looked at Karl with a meaningful gaze.

"As the king of the gods, you should make your own judgment."

Karl continued speaking.

"Alright, knowing I am the King of the Gods, you still dare to send your Styx Galaxy people to attack Earth? Aren't you afraid of being judged?!"

The next moment, Keisha, who had always given off a lazy image, suddenly changed her demeanor.

An aura of ultimate nobility and terrifying power emanated from Keisha.

This is an aura cultivated over tens of thousands of years.

Apart from Kyle and Carl, everyone else suddenly felt as if a terrifying mountain was pressing down on their shoulders, and they wanted to involuntarily bow their heads and kneel down.

"Queen Keisha misunderstands. I was just conducting research in the Styx Galaxy. Everything was their own decision. As a scholar, I will not interfere or force them to do anything."

Carl explained.

That's actually not wrong.

The so-called command is not actually given directly, but rather one expresses one's intentions, and then the fanatical gluttons and giant wolves will frantically do things for one.

"Alright, enough nonsense, tell me your purpose."

Keisha was too lazy to continue the conversation.

From the moment Karl entered, the engine within my body began to continuously scan Karl.

However, the scan results were somewhat disappointing for Keisha.

Like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, the other person seemed to exist in another dimension.

They couldn't find any way to eliminate the opponent, yet it just kept lingering right in front of them.

Upset.

"Queen Keisha, please spare Morgana."

Karl spoke.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

Dukao, who had been standing to the side, suddenly trembled and was speechless.

They really dare to say anything!

The feud between Morgana and Holy Keisha is well-known.

He actually dared to offer such advice? Has Karl gone mad?!

Just as he was about to make a move, he felt a chill run through his body.

One after another, silver blades appeared all around everyone.

Countless hairs stood on end.

Whether they possess divine bodies or not, everyone at this moment feels as if they are facing death.

"What, is there something wrong with her that I can't scratch?"

Keisha glanced at Karl as if he were an idiot.

"I don't have any thorns, but I hope Queen Keisha will give me some face."

Carl, as if unaware of how outrageous his words were, continued to repeat himself.