Those time travelers that year

In this secret room that hardly resembled that of a spy's room, several people were chatting and laughing, seemingly enjoying themselves. However, most of them, while agreeing with each other, were inwardly cursing the others as old foxes and scoundrels.

This suggests that even with shared interests, these leaders have not reached a point of genuine cooperation.

The chiefs were wary of each other. Aznashul and Lauzoril disliked Sazarstan and wished they could kill the old lich. Meanwhile, Sazarstan, allied with Dusuk's Lem, Leilare, and Yefaan, also wished they could kill the other two.

Nie Rong, the chief of the Spellcasting school, is extremely belligerent and has always had a tendency to undermine the current foreign trade policy. This makes Dusuxleim, who has always supported the foreign trade policy, want to crush him. The other chiefs share a similar view.

Meanwhile, Misrella, the leader of the Illusion School, remained aloof, reportedly focusing on researching the Shadow Magic Network, but no one would believe she was actually hanging out with Shar.

It's nothing short of a miracle that this group of guys, who desperately want their opponents to die, have managed to maintain the entire Red Robe Mage Empire as the strongest nation in the material world.

However, it is precisely because of this that powerful figures like the Harpists can constantly cause trouble for the Red-Robed Wizards. If these chiefs were truly united, unless that group of Magic Goddess's chosen ones shamelessly started a world war, virtually no force could stand against them.

But now, for a common goal, these guys have finally started to cooperate a little. This cooperation immediately fooled their old rivals and friends, who really thought that the eight of them were going to unite to kill the god and seize divinity and divine power.

Little did they know, all of this was a deliberate ploy by the eight chief advisors to lure the tiger away from the mountain. With the eight chief advisors working together, all the prophecies were firmly sealed off, preventing those with ulterior motives from getting any information at all.

Of course, these guys also knew that once they started igniting their divine fires and entering the consecration ceremony, a whole bunch of bastards would come to interfere. This included harpists who were at odds with them, other ambitious individuals, and even those gods forced to descend into the material world as saints. A group of consecrators starting to ignite their divine fires would be excellent nourishment for the saintly gods.

Regardless of which faction the gods belong to, those saints who have descended now will absolutely not let go of such an opportunity to restore their power. They will definitely choose to kill them and devour them alive. As for moral standards, do you think these gods in a world teeming with scheming goddesses have any moral standards whatsoever?

However, this is another trap.

This was the true intention of these chiefs in seeking cooperation with Voban. They spread false information to distract their old rivals, then jointly deified themselves, attracting the gods who had transformed into saints, and those gods would ultimately become Voban's prey.

640. The Schemer (Part 2)

The eight chief red-robed figures all knew that almost every goddess was a bitch, so they always assumed the worst of all deities. Whether they were benevolent or malevolent, in the eyes of these legendary figures, they were all the same. Although it was impossible for mortals to speculate about a god, that didn't stop these shrewd individuals from considering things from the other's perspective with the utmost malice.

For example, according to their thinking, these gods who were forced to descend as saints would definitely hide immediately, and the means of hiding would be nothing more than through the church that originally existed in the material world.

This means that if these deities really decide to stay home and live a secluded life, no one will be able to find them.

However, the chief red-robed figures also didn't believe these gods would willingly remain in this state. Whatever the reason that these gods had once again transformed into saints, it couldn't be denied that the material world was not safe. Those powerful figures who had experienced the Saintly Calamity, or those ambitious individuals who knew of it, wherever they were, had undoubtedly realized what was happening and were now searching the world for and tracking the saints, ambitiously seeking to kill the gods and take their place.

It's only a matter of time before the deity is found. Even the slightest trace will attract a swarm of opportunists. Therefore, the most important thing for the deity is to regain enough power to dominate the material world—at least enough to avoid being ganged up on and dismembered by those crazed legendary mages.

Even a mere saint is not safe.

So how can we restore enough strength to the greatest extent possible?

It's very simple, just kill other individuals who possess divine power and divinity.

That's right, these descending gods are actually prey and hunter to each other, and given the chance, they will definitely engage in a life-or-death struggle.

Similarly, those demigods still residing in the Prime Material Plane will also be their targets. Unfortunately, in the Prime Material Plane, demigods are extremely rare.

This is not surprising. In the material world, all resources of faith have been divided up by the gods, leaving no share for these demigods. If one does not want to become a weak deity attached to a powerful god and thus exploited, then the only option is to leave. Either try your luck to find a world untouched by gods, or switch to another plane.

As for staying in the material world, haha, if those overpowered legendary figures can't find gods to use as test subjects, can't they find demigods? Mere beings with a godhood level of 0 are nothing compared to those top-tier figures. Not to mention, these wild demigods are, in the eyes of the guardian god Heim, false gods who need to be suppressed to death, and would suffer a united hunt from almost all the true god churches.

This means that once a demigod appears in the material world, they either seek refuge with a powerful patron or come from another plane. A demigod born in the material world, if they neither flee nor seek refuge with a powerful patron, will inevitably be beaten to death by a mob.

This is why, after receiving funding from President Xia, these red-robed chiefs didn't immediately choose to be deified, but instead remained silent and did nothing. They were afraid of being the first to stick their neck out and being targeted and ganged up on by the gods.

But it doesn't matter now. When the gods are too busy to take care of themselves and disaster is imminent, who's afraid of whom!

If they choose to merge with their current divine status to be enshrined as gods, they will at most achieve the status of demigods. However, their process of becoming demigods will directly attract everyone's attention and scrutiny. Without these saints to share the burden, these chiefs are not foolish enough to seek their own death.

Moreover, once they reach the stage of becoming gods and condense their divinity, they will almost certainly become the 'nourishment' and 'food' coveted by those saints.

They could regain their power by devouring them alive, and even benevolent gods would not hesitate to tear off their masks. The only difference is that evil gods would be more direct, while benevolent gods would use deceptive slogans like "for world peace, for freedom and equality" to give themselves a facade of acting on behalf of heaven.

However, the question of who is the prey and who is the hunter has become uncertain since Sasha de Jansdar Voban, a Campione, joined the fray. For the old Marquis, mere demigods are not even within his hunting grounds; only saints who are the incarnations of true gods are his targets.

This is why Voban would side with the chief in the red robe.

A truly excellent hunter not only tracks his prey, but also finds ways to make it come to him willingly.

Of course, in Voban's eyes, these mages who stood at the top of the spellcasting hierarchy in this world were also 'prey,' only unfortunately not his, but someone else's. However, Voban did not intend to say anything about this, but secretly watched the confident expressions of these chiefs with a cold smile.

He would be happy to see this happen after these guys achieve godhood, and then someone else comes along to reap the rewards.

Thinking of this, Voban put on a fake smile and downed the drink in his glass.

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Just as the Red-Robed Chief made a feint, sending out a large number of disloyal and scheming subordinates to track down the newly spawned world boss, the entire material world had already become a mess.

Those weak and lesser divine powers clearly didn't have much influence in the material world. This meant that their churches in the material world weren't as powerful as those of other powerful gods. They could hide at first, but as time went on, their presence was quickly discovered by those with ulterior motives.

After becoming saints, these deities' power was severely limited, making it impossible for them to completely conceal their whereabouts. The first saint to be discovered was Euryl, the goddess of winter with the power of a lesser deity.

It has to be said that this person was unlucky.

In the original timeline, during the campaign to attack the Elven Kingdom, Oryl would kill Adriel Fenrir, the Elven guardian goddess, and replace a large number of Winged Elven followers.

Furthermore, Oruel had long been absorbing power from the deceased sea god Ultior. After the Talos Requiem incident, the Ice Goddess absorbed the power of Adriel Fenrir, whom she had killed, and also the residual divine power of Talos after his true identity was revealed, greatly increasing his divine power. In addition to his existing divine authority over cold and winter, he also acquired the divine authority over wind and storms. After annexing Adriel Fenrir's floating temple, Oruel directly allied himself with the Lord of Nature, effectively making the Elven pantheon completely unable to retaliate.

However, the current plot collapse has completely ruined this 'Winter Girl' who was supposed to be promoted in the future.

641. The Changed World

Initially, Oryl arrived in a frozen world in the north, a place of extreme cold, far from the core of civilized society and even further from the homes of the renowned mages of the material world. The inhabitants there were primarily either descendants of pioneers and settlers, or various creatures adapted to the extreme cold.

This includes the white dragon, as well as the frost giants.

As one of the raging gods, Oryr usually harvests faith through fear, and her followers are mostly creatures living in cold regions. These include descendants of pioneers who inhabit frigid areas, or descendants of the elements of wind or water, and of course, frost giants. In fact, frost giants are arguably Oryr's primary source of faith, although a large portion of it is exploited by Talos.

Because Oryur insisted that all creatures living in the icy wilderness must believe in and fear her, the frost giants, whose civilization was not well-developed, became Oryur's favorites.

Of course, this is largely because the white dragons' faith is not in Oruel. Although white dragons are considered a disgrace to dragons, they still possess intelligence once they grow large enough. And those white dragons that have gained intelligence would obviously prioritize the Dragon Queen, not Oruel, in their faith. Conversely, frost giants and white dragons are mortal enemies, so Oruel was quite pleased with the frost giants' 'respectful' act of paying homage.

This gave Oryl considerable control over the frost giants. But no matter how much control she exerted, she couldn't erase the fact that the frost giants were truly just a bunch of worthless scum. For the poorest of the poor, the frost giants were indeed a formidable enemy. This race, who made a living as part-time bandits in the Northlands, were a major foe to every human and other intelligent being living there.

However, for a skilled mage, these guys are just trash with slightly higher HP. Let alone a mage, even a high-level warrior with good equipment can solo these guys.

In addition, these guys are really not very smart. When they saw the goddess of winter descending to earth (actually seeking refuge), they all became incredibly arrogant and went off to rob, kill, and commit arson to proclaim the majesty of their masters.

This action wasn't entirely without effect; it created a great deal of fear, allowing Oryl to reap a significant portion of the faith and regain some power. However, the point of having such a terrible teammate is that these guys will always sabotage you at crucial moments.

The frost giants' grand operation, which caused quite a stir, was finally discovered. A group of red-robed mages, after carefully avoiding the tracking forces of Silvermoon City and the Harpists, coincidentally found traces of the frost giants. They followed them all the way and finally confirmed that the largest frost giant tribe contained traces of Oryl, who had become a saint.

Seeing a living god within reach, what do you think these mages would do?! Of course, they'd seize the opportunity to rush in and slay the god!

These red-robed figures were clever enough. Even though they didn't know they'd been betrayed by their own leader, they knew that going to fight a Saint alone was suicidal. But they were shrewd! They deliberately misled the Silvermoon City and Harpists' tracking forces, who were pursuing them, to discover what was happening with the Frost Giants. Now, things had become incredibly serious.

Upon learning that a deity of the evil faction had descended upon the North in the form of a saint, the entire North was thrown into chaos. Led by those with ulterior motives, a coalition was formed across the North to counter the threat of Oryl. Especially in Silvermoon City, the chosen people of the Goddess of Magic, more or less, knew what had happened in the Upper Realm—a situation far more complex than the Calamity of the Saints.

Although the powerful and intermediate-level gods are temporarily unaffected, under the influence of a certain monkey who defied the heavens, the monkey blocking the entrance to the Pantheon has begun to gradually close off the existence of the faith network by taking advantage of the Pantheon's rules that closely connect every god.

Among them, Amannata, Ilmat, and Hall, the three gods who sought to revolutionize the world, also contributed greatly. The former, using her status as a primordial god, assisted the monkeys to the fullest extent in sealing off the faith network, clearly intending to exterminate all gods who relied on faith. In particular, although the faith network was sealed, their followers in the material world had long ago been reformed due to the influence of these leaders.

For example, Hall's pastors and followers, under Hall's influence, somehow comprehended a power called "Crimson Lightning." While shouting the slogan "The four seas churn and the clouds rage, the five continents tremble and the winds and thunder roar," they unleashed a thunderous force to crush all enemies. Facing the attacks launched by these guys who had comprehended "Crimson Lightning," not only did they have to roll the dice, but even if they rolled the maximum value, they would still suffer.

That's right, even if that lead-filled gambling god came, he would be doomed facing the [Crimson Thunder]... Who told you to be addicted to gambling?

Then there are the followers of Yilmat, whose warrior monks have been deeply moved, transforming into enlightened monks who, one moment pleading for their followers to repent, the next wielding the "Military Way Killing Fist," vowing to "kill to protect life, to sever karma, not to kill people," and "to eradicate all evil in the world, even if it means falling into the deepest hell, they will not regret it." Because of this, legendary-level warrior monks are now springing up like mushrooms after rain within Yilmat's order—one can only say, "What a powerful killing intent the master has!"

Finally, there's Amannata. Well, no need to say much about her; she was the most proactive of all. Not only was she the first to learn the Crimson Radiance, but she also, drawing upon the source of the Primordial Sun Goddess, achieved enlightenment and freely imparted the [Crimson Dawn] to her followers. And her followers... you have to understand the shock of their leader's drastic change in appearance for these young people; it practically ignited their profound sense of justice! Coupled with the free teaching of the [Crimson Dawn], the result was that countless young, ambitious legends suddenly emerged, practically free of charge.

Well—because of the arrival of two irresponsible 'outsiders,' levels and professions are no longer reliable. It's no longer an era of comparing dice rolls in role-playing games; it's an era of comparing who uses the most ruthless cheats.

However, there are not many believers in the North regarding the three mentioned above. So, without knowing this, Oryl was fortunate enough to escape a calamity and was not surrounded and killed by a large group of legends who had suddenly comprehended the [Crimson Thunder], [Crimson Dawn], and [Military Way Killing Fist], and then become the first god to die a miserable death.

However, the ending will probably be pretty much the same.

News of Aurel's arrival swept across the Northlands like a whirlwind. The formation of the Northern Alliance failed to quell the rumors; instead, it fueled even greater fear, allowing Aurel to reap a massive harvest of faith. This time, without Talos's exploitation, she was momentarily blinded by the harvested faith, foolishly assembling an army of frost giants, intending to spread her might throughout the Northlands and even crush the cities of Winterfell and Silvermoon, which she had always disliked.

At that moment, somewhere here, a distorted space suddenly appeared, and then a golden husky (no mistake) was kicked out and fell heavily to the ground.

642. The husky finally shows some presence.

Salvatore Tony, a man who has transcended base desires, a man who specializes in causing trouble for others, a man who can always adapt to his environment and continue to create or participate in big trouble.

This noble husky (no doubt), after being thrown into this world, first arrived at the infamous battlefield of the Barto Hell. Then, in the heat of the battle, he inexplicably dragged the still-unconscious Tony into it. Thus began Salvatore Tony's journey to survive in this other world. Fighting and running, perhaps due to his limited powers, he quickly adapted to this world and then displayed a power that utterly astonished the demons of Avernus.

During a large-scale battle, this guy cleaved the entire River Styx in two with a single sword strike, also killing a minor demon lord in the process. At that time, Tiamat, having been tricked and suffering agonizing pain from the corruption of an evil god, sought to balance the power among the various factions in the first layer of Hell and find a good cannon fodder. Baal, the ruler of the first layer, used his persuasive skills to win over Tony.

For Salvatore Tony, the next few days were a simple series of steps: set out, kill whatever was in sight, and return to the Bronze Fortress for good food and lodging.

This went on for a while, until this guy got bored and suddenly had the idea of ​​running to the end of the endless abyss.

Then he set off, hacking and slashing through countless demons along the way, and entered the Abyss Plains. Just then, Xia Er flipped the table, sealing off the entire Abyss and starting a battle royale game.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, tore apart the boundary between the Endless Abyss and the Hell of Bathor, shattering the entire Plain of the Abyss and dragging the Hell of Bathor away.

This left Tony Husky, who was traveling in the Abyss Plains at the time, completely bewildered. For some unknown reason, the entire first layer of the Endless Abyss was shattered into irregular fragments of varying sizes. He, who was on one of these fragments, fell into the deeper layers of the Endless Abyss along with the shattered Abyss Plains.

That's how Ciel discovered it.

Seeing the refreshed husky greeting him so enthusiastically, Ciel pondered for a fraction of a second before deciding to throw the dog out.

He wants to play a StarCraft Zerg mass-produced army that wipes out all the demon lords in a PUBG-style battle royale, and he doesn't need a crazy, unruly husky that runs around wildly and won't listen to commands.

But it wouldn't be a waste to just get rid of him like that. The monkey went to block the Pantheon's gates, forcing some useless gods to flee and descend into the material world as saints. At that moment, Charles grabbed the guy by the collar, spent some time and effort opening a spacetime portal to the material world, and kicked him through.

Then, in the midst of a cold climate, Salvatore Tony (the Husky), one of the Campiones, was kicked out by Xia Zong, who was busy playing PUBG.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't that a bit much?!" Tony casually got up from the ground, brushed the snow and mud off his clothes, and looked up at the closing spacetime portal, shouting, "You smuggled me here just to be tossed around like that?!"

"No, I think you should go back to your job." Charles's calm voice echoed in Tony's ears. "For example, did you see those big guys outside greeting you?"

Tony glanced at the frost giants standing beside him, who were surprised by his entrance and hadn't reacted for a moment, and replied calmly, "I see them. What are these? They look like giants, but they're so weak!"

'One of the unique products of this world: low-level bandits and robbers who plunder and steal.'

'Of course, they have superiors, and they've even come down to them.'

"what?!"

'You can think of it this way: they're a bunch of good-for-nothings, but they have a god protecting them. Then this god comes along and starts uniting this group of good-for-nothings to do something big.'

"Oh!" The husky smacked its hands, then exclaimed in sudden realization, "So, a rebellious god has descended upon this world, right?"

'A saintly deity should be weaker than a disobedient god, but that's not fundamentally wrong, so—get back to your essential work. And by the way, Voban, don't let your own goals be stolen while you're here.'

"Oh, oh, oh, the old man is here too!" Tony exclaimed. "In Eastern terms, it's like meeting someone unexpectedly anywhere in life—what a coincidence!"

"So play however you want, the best thing is to kill those descending guys. If you kill them enough, I don't mind opening a door and sending you back." After saying that, Xia Er ignored how much this guy would jump around, directly shut down the telepathic communication, closed the entire spacetime channel, and continued his unlimited population management and F2A strategy game.

"Hmm, I have a feeling you guys have ill intentions..." Tony, left standing there, didn't pay much attention. Instead, he tilted his head, looked around, and realized what was happening. The frost giants, shouting and yelling, surrounded him, ready to tear him apart. "It can't be just my imagination, right?!"