Those time travelers that year

Anyway, the information he got from the City God made Xia Er immediately hide the coordinates, intending to see if he could sell a high-level item to Nyarlathotep.

I reckon Nyarlathotep would most likely be happy to take the coordinates, and then, incidentally, resell them to some clueless idiot to test the waters. If it works out, they can join a role-playing game; if it's too dangerous, they can still join a role-playing game to watch the unlucky guy's misfortune unfold.

"Seriously, why are the gods in this world dressed in WoW paladin PvP gear and carrying Ashbringer?!" Putting aside the trivial matters concerning the City God, Xia Er turned his attention to the battlefield where the Empire was suppressing the rebellion. Then, naturally, he saw that figure hundreds of meters tall, seemingly a million-strong Great Lord. "Could this guy also be a transmigrator?!" His 'dreamscape,' which encompassed the entire world, was intended to clean up these messes. Xia Er didn't care about disrupting other worlds, but that didn't mean his own world would be ruined by others.

"...Holy crap, it really is!" After his 'dream' enveloped the entire world, the fragmented Heavenly Heart consciousness was utterly powerless to resist Xia Er's manipulation. Moreover, long ago, after Xia Er returned to this world as an evil god, this world inevitably began to gravitate towards him.

By retracing the timeline, Xia Er accurately discovered that over a thousand years ago, in an era rife with war, a transmigrator had indeed arrived here. Just like Xia Er had initially, this transmigrator was also reborn into this world with a professional template.

As mentioned before, if there are plot points that need to be pushed forward or if there's a lot of filler content, release them all together.

437. Senior!!!

Over a thousand years ago, or more precisely, over nineteen hundred years ago, this world was still in the ignorant, medieval era. Nineteen hundred years ago, this world was a world full of idiots who spent their days indulging in idiocy—the kind of world where they'd argue with you at the drop of a hat. It seems that during that time, a time traveler arrived by sheer luck.

After all, this world is practically full of transmigrators these days, so there's nothing unusual about it. It's just that this transmigrator, like his predecessors, easily fooled the world, designated him as the chosen one, and what followed was a third-rate plot of conquering another world that lasted for decades.

Basically, this guy with the WOW Paladin template started as a wandering mercenary. Before long, with the template of a million-strong Grand Lord, he used Ashbringer to play the hero and save a duke's daughter from danger, winning her heart in the process. In just half a year, he became a knight and nobleman.

The subsequent plot is so rich that anyone could easily fill in millions of words with their imagination. In short, through a series of coincidences or perhaps destiny, this transmigrator, by living off the women of various beauties and possessing the persona of a powerful lord with millions of followers, along with a divine artifact, managed to thrive.

Then, by chance, this transmigrator came into contact with a barbarian tribe that worshipped a primitive nature spirit and discovered the so-called power of faith for the first time. With the transmigrator's unique imagination, in this world where the power of faith was just beginning to emerge, he began to embark on the path of a 'pyramid scheme' organization.

By bringing his knowledge of gunpowder, this transmigrator managed to introduce gunpowder civilization to this world. Then, with the help of the alchemists and wizards who had allied with him, he created cannons. Relying on this almost superhuman speed of technological advancement, he began conquering territories and expanding his influence over the known world. In the process, he also promoted his religious beliefs.

In particular, the Holy Light power gained from the Million-Dollar Lord template seems perfectly suited to the power of faith. Coupled with the artifact in hand, this guy's strength has grown stronger over time, eventually leading to the development of his own unique faith system.

Ultimately, after unifying the world and establishing a theocratic empire, this transmigrator lived a long time surrounded by wives and concubines and beauties, until he had gathered enough faith to finally ignite the divine fire and be directly deified through faith.

But as the saying goes, a transmigrator who doesn't court death isn't a good transmigrator. As time went on, this guy, who had gotten used to a smooth life in the first half of his life, finally decided to play a big game, which was to play the trick of creating a divine kingdom on earth, and really intend to integrate the divine kingdom created by faith into this world.

This process lasted five hundred years, enough time to change a person. After five hundred years of erosion by faith, it's questionable whether this transmigrator is still the same person. Then, one day, this guy, who had gathered the religious beliefs of the entire human civilization, directly pulled the divine kingdom into the real world and began to integrate it with this world.

In the end, this guy really messed things up. But because he used the title of Chosen One bestowed upon him by this world, along with the entire faith of a civilization, he caused the world's divine consciousness to suffer a severe blow. However, afterwards, the world's instinctive reaction came to its senses, stripping him of his Chosen One status and then sealing him away in retaliation.

If no unexpected events had occurred, this reckless individual would have been completely obliterated by the world and turned into fertilizer after a certain period of time. Unfortunately, due to the unexpected circumstances where the City God used the reincarnator's help, this guy escaped directly from the divine kingdom, which was essentially his prison.

"This guy had a really good start!" After the rewind, Sharl exclaimed, "...We both had the same template, but why did I start with nothing, while this guy had a full set of PvP gear and a million-strong Grand Lord artifact in his hand?! If I had had the Staff of Sargeras back then, things would have been so much easier..." Of course, it was just a sigh. Who knows if, when the time actually came, he would accidentally open a door while carrying the Staff of Sargeras and pulling the entire legion over in one go.

So far, at least the demolition office there has only caused trouble for Marvel, rather than directly harming their own homes.

"Hmm!" After browsing through the past of this person who was essentially his 'senior,' Charles suddenly noticed an angry consciousness approaching him along the timeline. "Stop messing around!" Instinctively, Charles raised his hand and slapped the angry consciousness that was heading towards him, extinguishing it instantly.

roar!!!

At that moment, the giant below suddenly let out a wail, and several cracks appeared on its helmet with a crack.

"Huh!?" The giant's voice drew Charles's attention. Looking down from above, Charles finally remembered that this guy was still there. "That mental attack just now was yours, wasn't it!"

"However, it seems your situation isn't so good!" More than bad, this deity, once a transmigrator, has had his soul utterly distorted by the corrosive influence of faith. And now, he's suffering the backlash of resentment and curses stemming from the City God's previous design. If nothing unexpected happens, he probably won't even have a clear consciousness left.

'You deserve to die! You deserve to die! How dare you offend the ruler of the world!' At this moment, the giant's chaotic consciousness, accompanied by a furious voice, reached Sharl. 'I will kill you!'

Extraordinary divine power - the power of life and death

"Sigh! If you're not thinking straight, don't cause trouble!" Faced with the ability to force him to roll the dice, Xia Er ignored it like a gentle breeze. He wasn't one of those lowly reincarnators. Did he think he could just roll the dice just because you told him to? That would be so embarrassing!

"Aren't you forcing me to 'sacrifice family for the greater good'? We were all once part of the player character... Sigh! What a pity!" Saying this, Ciel looked down from the sky. "Hmm, a Titan? Alright! Consider it a workout. I'll activate my giant mode and have some fun!"

As he spoke, the twilight-colored flames began to burn fiercely on Charles's body, and in an instant, Charles disappeared into the flames, as if he had been burned to ashes. At that moment, a beam of twilight-colored fire shot out from the pitch-black sun and rushed towards the ground.

Within the pillar of flames, a fully armed figure, roughly the size of a giant god, stood up.

Both are full-body armor, but if the armor on the giant god is heavy and magnificent, like something out of a mythological epic, then the armor on the figure emerging from the pillar of flames looks like that worn by a survivor from the most brutal battlefield.

The clothing was drab and worn, lacking thick shoulder and gauntlet protection. The only noticeable feature was the helmet worn by the figure, resembling a crown. Behind him, a tattered cloak billowed, and in his right hand, he gripped a spiraling longsword.

The plot holes in the main world have been filled, and I only need a few more drafts before I finish.

Now, I'm asking for the next world: a game or anime?!

438. The Yangtze River, wave after wave.

Two enormous figures stood on the earth, gazing at each other from afar. The distance between them was several kilometers, but for their size, it was only a few strides.

On one side was a golden-armored knight enveloped in scorching holy light, wielding a greatsword resembling a horse-slaying saber. This greatsword was named Ashbringer, and clearly, after a long period of time, the Ashbringer in the hands of the giant god was far more powerful than the one that originally belonged to Aix.

His opponent, slightly more slender, was also fully armed. However, unlike his opponent, he wore neither heavy, magnificent armor, only close-fitting scale armor, devoid of any brilliance or splendor, merely worn and drab… as if he had emerged from the dust of history after countless battles. He wore a fully enclosed helmet resembling a crown and held a spiraling longsword in his hand.

If the colossus clad in magnificent heavy armor and wielding a radiant divine sword is a figure straight out of mythology, then this nameless man is a 'hero' born from legendary epics!? But in any case, this is a war that humanity of this world cannot intervene in; every being here is a monster capable of easily destroying mountains and collapsing peaks.

Monsters can only exist in stories and myths, so let myths deal with myths, and mortals should run as far away as possible. Those who are still alive naturally flee as fast as they can, using all their strength, even if it might kill them, they run as fast as they can.

There were people who didn't run away; they were still some distance away. Although either of them could easily reach them from that distance, they still didn't flee.

The members of the Holy Sanctuary's crusade, ravaged by their shattered faith, had been subdued by their knightly commander, Sister Iris, who directly spread her new faith to the disillusioned knights. As for the insane Father Brown, unfortunately, all madmen are worthless; what use is a 'believer' who can't even look directly at God?!

However, the actions of mortals have no effect on the two 'giants' currently locked in combat. Especially for the fallen giant, the collapse of his faith was only the beginning; the resentment and curses brought about by the accumulated backlash of faith had already eroded his divinity not long ago. Now, even though he is still surrounded by holy light, it is clear that this giant is no longer the same as he once was.

But one thing this giant was very clear about: to survive, he needed faith; and to ascend back to the divine realm, he needed a great deal of faith. Of course, sometimes faith isn't just about reverence… fear can be too.

'You deserve to die, you deserve to die!' Finally, the giant moved, his furious voice echoing through the heavens. 'You deserve to die! How dare you offend the world's only true God!'

"I'm sorry, I don't know if you're a true god..." Charles's voice rang out, replying, "But I do know one thing: you don't look too well. Should I contact a doctor for you? I know a girl named Nyaruko; her 'Head-on Blow' healing method is extremely effective. Please trust my sincere eyes!!!"

'Die!' Clearly, this giant had no intention of continuing to engage in verbal sparring with the Shar, and chose to attack directly.

Extraordinary power - teleportation

In an instant, the giant vanished from his spot and reappeared behind his opponent, then mercilessly swung his greatsword at the enemy's back.

"The Sun Knight's righteous backstab?" Charles's sarcastic voice rang out. The giant's enemy, with an agility beyond his physique, rolled to the side, dodging the giant's back attack. Then, he rose, the spiral sword in his hand igniting with twilight flames, and in that instant, he thrust forward at the giant. But this thrust was easily blocked by the giant's greatsword.

After deflecting the thrust, the giant swung his sword horizontally, but his enemy executed a beautiful backflip, dodging the sword's sweep. Upon landing, the enemy retaliated with a horizontal sweep, aiming for the giant.

The two enormous 'giants' were locked in a fierce battle, each swinging their swords in response to the other's parry.

Every now and then, the Titan would teleport behind an enemy, relentlessly trying to deliver a 'righteous backstab,' but each time it would be dodged. Similarly, the Titan's enemy… well, under Shire's control, let's just call him the Lord of Cinder. Anyway, the Lord of Cinder constantly circled around the Titan, using line-of-sight manipulation and agile movement, seizing the perfect opportunity to dart behind the Titan and unleash a 'Sun Knight's righteous backstab.'

Each time, however, the giant would activate a shimmering golden shield to block it. Back and forth, their swords clashed, their swordplay expansive and powerful, yet concealing deadly attacks as venomous as snakes. However, given their sheer size, even the mere aftershocks of their clashes shattered and cracked the earth; each swing of their swords unleashed a violent storm that swept across the heavens. The aftershocks of their battle were storms and earthquakes; each clash created natural disasters.

Soon, the battle began to change as the giant unleashed a series of spells to enhance his power. Various blessings and halos arose, and all sorts of extraordinary divine power, mixed with holy light magic, bombarded the Lord of Cinder.

With his skillful movement and a technique called "Qin King Around the Pillar," the Lord of Cinder dodged most of the non-AOE attacks. Then, he reached out and pulled out golden lightning, which he condensed into a lightning spear and threw it, splattering the Colossus's face with it.

As the fighting continued, the land surrounding the capital was shattered, and even the ruins of the capital were moved several times over by various kinds of energy.

"Die, you blasphemer!" The colossus fought with complete madness, unleashing even more powerful holy light without restraint. Every inch of land he passed through was engulfed in holy flames from his offerings, turning everything in his path into charcoal.

However, this had no effect on the Lord of Cinder. The flames of dusk were no longer just burning on the spiral sword, but had begun to burn on the Lord of Cinder's body, granting him even greater speed and attack power.

The two clashed again, creating a shockwave. Suddenly, the Lord of Cinder drew a lightning spear and hurled it into the sky. Countless bolts of lightning rained down from the heavens, bombarding the Colossus relentlessly.

439. The old generation dies on the beach.

A sudden bolt of lightning struck the colossus, causing it to cry out in pain. However, the seemingly powerful golden shield quickly reappeared, firmly protecting the colossus from the relentless onslaught of lightning. Protected by the golden shield, the colossus roared and charged towards the Lord of Cinder, gripping its greatsword.

Then he was kicked. Just as the Colossus, wielding his greatsword, was attempting to cut down this blasphemer in his eyes with melee combat, like a valiant warrior, the Lord of Cinder blocked the incoming greatsword with his propeller, then extended his foot and kicked the Colossus in the shin. The Colossus staggered, and before he could react, a second kick came down, stomping on his head and pinning him to the ground.

boom!!!!

The giant's face slammed to the ground, causing an earthquake. The giant, pinned to the ground, roared angrily and tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, another foot stomped down, and he was once again humiliated and crushed.

Before the third time could arrive, the colossus, once again trampled, unleashed its extraordinary divine power, instantly vanishing from its original spot and appearing above the Lord of Cinder, unleashing a devastating cleavage. However, the Lord of Cinder, as if possessed, simply rolled away to dodge the attack.

Unable to defeat his opponent multiple times, the giant was clearly furious. But the more he acted this way, the deeper the resentment and curses that had already eroded his faith grew. Soon, the radiant holy light emanating from the giant began to dim, and his movements became increasingly sluggish. After another fierce battle, the giant suddenly let out a painful howl, and the holy light around him vanished completely.

At that very moment, as the holy light emanating from the giant extinguished completely, all the clergy possessing extraordinary power throughout the world, regardless of their rank, cried out in anguish. Their own holy power vanished entirely, and the sanctuaries and churches that had long suppressed the supernatural society of this world lost their source of strength, signifying the renewed collapse of the supernatural order of this world.

Of course, these events did nothing to change the course of the battle. After the holy light completely vanished from the colossus, shadow power, formed from resentment and curses, began to entwine around it. Amidst incomprehensible roars, the shadow power gradually took over, and then, suddenly, several tentacles constructed from shadow power sprouted from the colossus's body. The Ashbringer in its hand no longer possessed its former brilliance; the gem on its blade transformed into a skull-like shape, and the inscriptions on the blade changed from gold to a ghostly green.

As if in a joke, this Ashbringer has now been covered in darkness and become a corrupted Ashbringer.

The power of Holy Light was replaced by the power of Shadow, and the giant god let out increasingly incomprehensible roars. The enormous tentacles formed from the power of Shadow began to lash out at the Lord of Cinder opposite him.

"Ha!?" A mocking voice rang out as the shadow tentacles lashed out, instantly shattering them in mid-air. "Are you kidding me?! Trying to pull this on me..." Holy Light had fallen into shadow, but unfortunately, Sharl was far more adept at manipulating shadows than the Colossus. Even in his fall, his power had only increased, but the Colossus's threat had diminished considerably in Sharl's eyes. However, from the beginning, Sharl had approached this theoretical 'predecessor' with amusement.

"Forget it! Let's end the game!"

As Ciel's voice faded, the Lord of Cinder, supporting himself with both hands, planted the Spiral Sword into the ground. Then, a surge of flames erupted, and the Spiral Sword transformed from a one-handed longsword into a two-handed greatsword.

Drawing his spiraling sword, now a heavy blade, Lord Cinder leaped into the air, unleashing a powerful slash at the fallen colossus. The colossus attempted to parry, lifting the corrupted Ashbringer, and simultaneously, new shadow tentacles sprouted from his body. However, a flash of fire obliterated all the shadow tentacles.

Clang! The sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant. The fallen Ashbringer in the giant's hand was directly knocked away. Then, the Lord of Cinder, wielding the sword with both hands, slashed twice in succession, drawing an X-shaped streak of fire, completely splitting open the giant's chest armor, and splashing out golden divine blood.

Before the Titan could retaliate, an upward slash sent him flying, followed by another upward slash that lifted him back into the air. Finally, with a deafening roar, the Titan crashed to the ground, his chest pierced by the spiraling sword hilt held by the Lord of Cinder.

Dusk-colored flames erupted from the spiral sword, transforming into a firestorm. These flames were consciously controlled by Sharl, flowing along the blade and directly into the giant's body.

'Roar! Roar! No…'

Amidst the flames, the giant let out a painful scream.

'No! How could I die? I am God… the only true God in the world! No!!!!!!!!!'

The raging flames poured into his body, gradually incinerating his divine form. His divine body had already been shattered once before, and now it was being shattered again, this time even more thoroughly.

The divine fire, already corrupted by resentment and curses, was assimilated into the twilight-colored primordial flame. After struggling for a while, the giant god ceased its movements, its hands collapsing to the ground, its entire body slowly turning to ash in the flames…

In the end, the colossus was completely burned to ashes and vanished from the world, leaving behind only a white but dimmed soul that was snatched away by a hand. Afterward, after slaying this deity, the Lord of Cinder slowly disappeared into the flames.

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The strange changes in the sky continued. Even though the battle on the ground below, which could be described as a mythical war in the imagination of humankind, had come to an end, the sky was still shrouded in night, with the only light source being the sun in the sky that looked like a total solar eclipse.

At that moment, high in the sky, beyond the reach of everyone else, Charles reappeared. In his hand, he now held a white ball of light. This was the soul of the giant god… or rather, a part of his soul. The part of the giant god's soul that Charles originally possessed had been separated, and what he held in his hand could be considered another part of the celestial consciousness of this world.

This 'transmigrator' predecessor recklessly destroyed half of the world's consciousness. While he himself was sealed by the other side, the portion of the Heavenly Heart Consciousness he had torn off was preserved in his soul. From searching through this 'predecessor's' chaotic memories, Xia Er learned that this guy wanted to wait until he was free one day, and then use this portion of the Heavenly Heart Consciousness to complete the feat of devouring the world and transforming it into a divine kingdom.

Unfortunately, all of this has now come to an end.

First, a city god interfered, causing him to be defeated and humiliated. Then, the sneaky Xia Er took advantage of the situation, winning everything and becoming the house winner.

440. The Sequel (Part 1)

Having personally orchestrated the tragic end of this 'predecessor,' Ciel learned a profound lesson. Through this series of events, Ciel understood a principle: one must always act within one's capabilities and never recklessly court death, because doing so could truly lead to one's demise.

Look at this 'senior' who followed a classic formula to become a winner in life. But because he had nothing to do after a while and was bored, he actually came up with the idea of ​​building a divine kingdom on earth and devouring the world. In the end, he ruined himself.

Besides, there was that unfortunate City God who fell from grace. Was he clever, or foolish? Before fully understanding the world he inhabited, he presumptuously schemed and plotted, ultimately proving through his own experience that "supernatural powers cannot overcome destiny!"