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After all, the first trumpet of Revelation caused too much harm.

Hailstones as hard as diamonds and as big as human heads, fireballs with indestructible properties and temperatures as high as 1000 degrees Celsius, covered one-third of the earth's area. The damage caused by falling to the ground was even greater than that caused by nuclear war and biological crisis. Countless buildings were destroyed. If it were not for the evacuation habits developed by the two disasters, the death toll would have been more than hundreds of thousands or millions.

No one would like to have such an uncontrollable existence above their head. If there is, kill him, just like killing the dead country with an unclear mind.

Chapter 289 I Am God

Between the four winds that stir up the atmosphere, star-like golden heads look down at the earth from above the magnetosphere, just like gods sitting in heaven and ignoring the human world.

However, no one knew that the so-called golden god was actually just an illusory projection, and the one who truly performed the miracle was Woban, who was floating in the crown of the god.

That's right, Power - Judgment Day, doesn't have so many background effects. The so-called gods are projections created by the magic book spirits of Woban; the phantoms of the seven angels are also projections of the magic book spirits; the four winds in the Bible are caused by Woban using the wind of impermanence; the phenomenon that has attracted global attention is Woban's use of the Alaya consciousness to arouse the consciousness of all mankind; the voice that spreads throughout the hearts of all mankind is also transmitted to the hearts of all mankind by Woban through the Alaya consciousness.

Five factors from many aspects, plus Vauban himself blowing the horn, made this true miracle happen.

To put it bluntly, it was a show. Humans are visual animals. If Vauban had just blown the horn and caused one-third of the natural disasters, no one would have thought in the direction of God except for devout Catholics.

However, after what Woban did, no matter how reluctant they were, they had to admit that this was the beginning of the Last Judgment by the gods.

"Haha, that's some courage."

Woban smiled faintly, and the exquisite horn in his hand turned into bubbles and disappeared, and his mind locked onto the fighter jets flying in from all over the world.

"Unfortunately, it's brave but not wise."

A violent storm arose, and flying objects a hundred meters above the ground were torn into pieces in an instant, and brilliant fireworks bloomed in the dim sky.

The air force was destroyed almost at the same time, causing strong fear in various countries. After the fear came anger. They did not need the existence of a god who was high above and dominated mankind.

A quarter of an hour later, the nuclear bomb was launched.

Thousands of intercontinental nuclear missiles locked onto the location of the God's Phantom and rushed towards it at a speed of Mach 20.

Vauban hooked his fingers, and thick thunderclouds covered the European sky. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts fell from the thunderclouds, destroying the endless intercontinental nuclear missiles at a speed of Mach 441.

For a time, the whole world was shocked. The failure of mankind's most powerful weapon left the military of various countries at a loss and fell into panic.

Woban, the culprit, smiled.

In Woban's vision, the invisible and intangible power of faith rose from the seven continents and four oceans, like a surging sea, rushing towards him.

As soon as Woban had a thought, an angel-like mark appeared in his consciousness. The mind that evolved into Alaya consciousness took the initiative to attack, sweeping away the power of faith in his perception and incorporating it into the mark of power.

This is an operation that is only possible after awakening the eighth sense. Without the Alaya consciousness, it would be difficult for Woban to perceive the existence of the power of faith, let alone absorb the power of faith. He can only place the power in this world, gradually be influenced by the power of faith, and passively absorb the power of faith.

The power mark filled with the power of faith began to change. If one penetrated into it, one could see the scenes of God descending, summoning angels, blowing horns, starting judgment, and destroying the world. There were also countless prayers, like the whispers of ancient gods, filling the power mark. If one immersed himself in the mark, even the strongest paladin among humans would become a madman within three seconds.

This is the myth, the myth based on Vauban's actions, and it is also the fundamental reason why the gods are gods.

The ancient saints, heroes, and godslayers could only achieve godhood after death through mythology. However, Woban relied on the Alaya consciousness and the godless world to embark on the path to godhood while he was still alive.

However, this is not enough. Judging from the current progress, it will take at least half a year for the power to evolve into godhood.

However, there is a shortcut.

Woban became one with the world, his consciousness penetrated into the root of the world, and his vision turned into a vast dark void.

Under my feet, the pure white ground extends to the other side of the horizon. It is not a pure white fabric of a white canvas, but extends endlessly into the distance, extending to the other side of the horizontal line. It is probably endless.

Looking at the white fabric, patterns woven with red, blue, black and yellow lines of various colors emerge, telling countless stories.

This is the origin of the world, which can also be called the Akashic Records, the past, present and future, a realm that records everything and all causes and effects.

Relying on the Alaya-vijnana, Woban easily sneaked in here and made it material.

"found it!"

Woban observed carefully and soon found his target, a symbol linked by countless causal lines - God, or God, Jehovah, God, the Most High, Yahweh, Allah, which is a symbol of the only God.

"Ordinary swords can only kill mortals, but this sword is different. When my sword strikes, things that should not rot will rot, and things that should not break will scatter. The thorny knots will be cut, the immortal gods will meet death, and the fixed fate will be cut off."

Woban uttered a long and rare spiritual words, awakening the power deep in his soul and materializing a dagger in his hand.

Woban approached the symbol of God, stretched out the dagger in his right hand, and carefully cut a circle around the symbol, severing all the lines of cause and effect.

This is the first step, because in the vortex of origin, the line of cause and effect is endless, even if it is cut, it will be reconnected immediately. Unlike in the outside world, the cause and effect can be completely cut off in one go. After all, this place records the cause and effect of everything in the past, present, and future. Let alone cutting off a bunch of them, even if you only cut off one, it will cause a huge butterfly effect.

The most important thing is the second step.

The moment the thread of cause and effect was cut, Woban immediately released the information of power, allowing the mark of the Day of Judgment of Power to materialize above his head.

The mark of the Day of Judgment, the symbol of God. A causal thread was born, closely connecting the two.

In an instant, the presence of the God symbol disappeared, while the presence of the Judgment Day Mark suddenly increased a hundredfold. This was Woban's doing. Through the connection between Judgment Day and God, he used the Alaya consciousness to intercept the information of the God symbol and let the Judgment Day Mark replace the God symbol of the Root Vortex.

Everything went very successfully, replacing the power of God and easily deceiving the world. Billions of causal threads flowed toward Woban, tightly entwining the Seal of the Day of Judgment and establishing a close connection with it.

The next moment, Woban's consciousness returned to the real world. As he regained consciousness, he felt an extremely strong sense of oppression that almost crushed his body into a pulp.

Of course, this is not a real touch, but an illusion, an illusion wrapped in countless powers of faith.

Like a sea of ​​stars, a thousand times more power of faith emerged from the void and poured into Woban's body. That was the faith of the people in the past one day ago. Now, Woban, who replaced God from the vortex of origin, is the real God to the world. The power of faith that has never appeared on the day of judgment also follows the existence of God.

The power of faith continuously injected into the mark of power, making the power more and more real. Woban himself also felt a full sense of power, and in a trance he had the illusion of being omnipotent.

But an illusion is an illusion, and Woban is well aware of that.

If he digested all the power of faith without any choice, he would have power that was not inferior to that of a god, and he could grow to the level of a top-level disobedient god in a short period of time. However, it was meaningless.

Although his strength is slightly inferior to that of a regular God of Disobedience, he is still strong enough to compete with the top God of Disobedience in actual combat. Whether or not he converts to Shintoism does not have much positive impact on his strength.

Instead of doing this, it is better to use it to purify power, transform the power into godhood, comprehend the rules from the godhood, and thus become a god.

Moreover, although there are gods in the front, the two kinds of gods are not the same. The former are gods known to the public, and the latter are spiritual beings equivalent to gods.

Simply put, one is identity, because everyone agrees that he is a god, so he is a god, and the power of gods is just incidental. The other is power, because the status of his soul is beyond that of humans, and his mastery of certain rules is equal to that of gods, so he is a god, and the identity of a god is just incidental, and no one even regards him as a god.

The path chosen by Vauban was the latter, although both ultimately led to the same destination.

Just like those disobedient gods, although they are the former, even if they completely abandon their identity as gods and turn back into the essence of heaven, earth and stars, the elements of nature such as earth, wind, water, fire, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the concepts of time, space, fate and cause and effect, they are still gods.

Although without the protection of mythology, those gods who were originally humans or demigods may not have an easy time.

However, the elemental gods and conceptual gods were different. If they had not differentiated and evolved into thousands of nations, nearly a thousand pantheons, and tens of thousands of different names, their power would have been much stronger. As for how much stronger it was, Woban could not be sure, because he had not seen a disobedient god who had returned to the form of an elf.

However, he had heard that John Pluto Smith was brought to a fantastic ancient time by Elsa's corridor - about twelve thousand years ago - an era when modern humans were still living in the Stone Age civilization.

After that, they finally arrived at an Atlantic island which was the prototype of the Atlantis legend. With the help of the simple and kind elves in that area, they traveled through 12,000 years and returned to modern society.

All in all, they are very powerful guys. Even though there is no need for a time-related godhead, they can use their own power to open a time tunnel and send the God Slayer back to the future twelve thousand years later.

Thinking about it now, I really admire the ancient ancestors. If the ancient humans had not used the myths and spirits passed down by word of mouth to restrain the elves and make them gods, perhaps humans would have perished long ago.

After all, although there are many simple and kind elves, there are even more elves who are willful and indifferent to mortals.

While Woban was daydreaming, he efficiently devoured all the power of faith, making the mythological information in the power of Judgment Day gradually complete and giving rise to an extremely high concentration of divinity.

But that's where it ends.

Having devoured all the power of faith from ancient times to the present, its power still has not been filled and transformed into the divinity of God.

Because the foundation is not solid.

Woban saw the problem at a glance. Although the power of faith was great, it was enough to give birth to five or six ordinary gods. But it was not pure. It was based on the faith of the illusory god, so it seemed illusory. The power of faith born after the Day of Judgment, which had a direct causal relationship with power, was the key to the sublimation of power.

By this calculation, there are about six days left. After the Judgment Day is completely over and a solid foundation has been laid, it is possible to sublimate into godhood through the enormous power of faith.

"Then wait another six days."

Through the divinity within his power, Woban has been able to overcome most of the limitations of his power and can blow seven trumpets in one day.

However, since the power of faith is not enough, he does not need to speed up the progress.

Let the magic book elf maintain the background special effects, and Woban logged into the chat group.

There were still few people in the chat interface, so Woban directly opened the live broadcast room.

The place where the live broadcast is being broadcast is a dark and somewhat eerie forest. The forest is composed of tall snow-white trees, which appear to be fir trees.

Gabriel, Fujimaru Ritsuka and their group were walking in the forest, and there was a green-haired beauty whose gender could not be determined joining the team.

"There are boats docked at the pier, so once we get there, we can go downstream to our destination. I guess you're all tired, but keep trying. Once we get through this forest, we'll be done." The green-haired beauty walked steadily forward while encouraging Gabriel, who was looking tired and taking a step forward every two seconds.

"I can't stand it anymore! After I go back this time, I won't go out for a year!" Gabriel reached out and hugged a fir tree, slid down to her knees, looked like a bereaved girl, and complained weakly.

Compared to a few hours ago, he was like a completely different person.

"Please hold on a little longer, Miss Gabriel. You can take the boat when we get to the dock." Mashu said to Gabriel with an embarrassed expression.

“No, I… ah?!”

Gabriel lay on the tree with her eyes narrowed, without any intention of reacting. She was about to say something discouraging, but she felt her body floating in the air.

Gabriel screamed in panic and opened her eyes to find that it was Fujimaru Ritsuka below her, and she was being carried on his back.

"Well, if you really can't walk, let me carry you." Fujimaru Ritsuka said calmly.

"Senior?" Mashu shouted disapprovingly.

"Nothing. This isn't the first time I've given a lack-of-stamina servant a ride. The last time was probably Yuri and Ellie." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and said casually, "The battle is entirely up to you. These are the only physical tasks I can do."

"That time was because I was being chased by Hercules..." Mash frowned and was about to make an excuse.

"Okay, let's go. We need to get to the dock as soon as possible." Ritsuka Fujimaru interrupted Mash and walked forward quickly with Gabriel on his back.

Gabriel narrowed her eyes and lay on Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder with peace of mind, with no intention of getting off.

Li Erlang felt embarrassed and looked away, pretending he saw nothing. The group members in the live broadcast room were also speechless. As a powerful servant, he actually let the master carry him on his back. Wasn't he afraid of being embarrassed? Which master and servant acted like this?

Chapter 291: The First Battle of the Absolute Warcraft Front

"Really? This is great news! I didn't even know there was a pier ahead!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka had not taken a few steps with Gabriel on his back when suddenly a frivolous voice was heard. A white-haired web scammer walked out from the darkness of the forest and greeted everyone. A little girl in a hood followed behind the white-haired web scammer without saying a word.

"Hey everyone, I'm sorry to scare you! We're not suspicious people, so just listen to my explanation. As you can see, we got lost on an unfamiliar trail. But I didn't expect to meet a human under the nose of the Goddess of Warcraft!"

"Are you lost? That's really unfortunate. We are heading to Uruk next. Do you want to travel with us?" The green-haired beauty smiled and asked in a friendly manner.

"Of course. Even if you refuse us, I will still chase you. We have been walking for three days, and our feet are as stiff as sticks. But, um..." The white-haired web swindler hesitated for a moment and said pretentiously, "I still don't dare to travel with unknown people. If it's convenient, can you tell me your names?"

"My name is Fujimaru Ritsuka, the one on my back is Gabriel, and there are Mashu, Jilang Shen, and this one is Enkidu."

Ritsuka Fujimaru held Gabriel's thigh and introduced her concisely and clearly.

"Enkidu? Do you mean Enkidu? Hmm... that's a headache. Yes, very headache." The white-haired web swindler's eyes became sharp, he touched his chin, and muttered to himself in trouble.

"…Why? Is there something strange about me?" The green-haired beauty asked calmly with a creepy smile on her face.

"Alas. But if you are Enkidu, I have to wonder if there is something wrong with my memory."

The white-haired web swindler turned around, frowned slightly, and supported his cheek with the back of his hand.

"Because King Gilgamesh, who is currently commanding the battlefront in Uruk, is the king who has returned from searching for the herb of immortality. In other words..."

The white-haired web swindler stopped at the right moment, his eyes passing between Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu and falling on Enkidu.

Enkidu stood in the shadow of the forest in silence, as if blending into the darkness, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Although Gabriel, Li Jiro, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others have not yet realized the intention of the white-haired online scammer, they are keenly aware of the malice emanating from Enkidu.

Marquis Woban [Group Leader]: In the Epic of Gilgamesh, the reason why Gilgamesh searches for the herb of immortality is because of Enkidu’s death. In other words, Enkidu is dead now.

Li Erlang, who was not familiar with exotic myths, immediately sent his divine sense into the live broadcast room. He happened to see Woban's commentary and immediately realized why the white-haired online scammer had such an attitude.

"A dead person? An imposter?"

Li Erlang looked at the green-haired beauty and asked calmly.

Next to them, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Masahiro were explaining the legend of Enkidu and Gilgamesh to Roman in the control room.

“Hahaha, hahahahahaha! As expected, this kind of lie, this kind of improvisation will be exposed in an instant!”

The green-haired beauty was trembling all over and laughing wildly, her eyes were full of malice, there was no disguise anymore, all was revealed in her arrogant demeanor.

"What a pity, you idiots from Chaldea. You were just a little bit away from seeing something really interesting! Although humans are all failures, you are the ones who stand out among them. If you can present this rare treasure to the goddess ahead, you will definitely be able to see a very exciting living hell!"

The green-haired beauty looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka teasingly, and the huge magical power emanating from her body turned into blue lightning. Along with golden flashes, several chains shot out towards Fujimaru Ritsuka and others.