In this world, humans can rival gods.

"What is supposed to come will always come, right?"

A white-haired old man appeared out of thin air with a kind smile on his face.

"prophet!"

The gods stood up.

"You're welcome, do the gods still remember my prophecy back then?"

the prophet asked softly.

"Rebirth after Brokenness?"

The hunter asked.

"Yes, I feel the passage of the origin. Even if there are no accidents, the world will die within ten thousand years. Perhaps this is an opportunity for us."

The prophet nodded.

"what chance?"

The gods were even more confused, but their faces became excited.

Ten thousand years is too short a time for them who are immortal.

In the past, I had no choice but to forget about not seeing hope.

Now that there is a chance, I must try my best to fight for it.

At this time, they are like mortals who are about to drown, eager to grab a life-saving straw.

"Beings from outside the sky have arrived."

A young man held an organ in his hand and plucked the strings with his slender fingers.

travelling poet!

The warriors in the original Celtic world had endless incarnations, traveling around the world, reciting epics, and composing legends.

"Suppress it, torture the situation outside the world, and find hope for our world."

The sun god's eyes lit up, and then he said.

"Agree."

The gods nodded.

Their chance is to find a world outside this world and escape there when the time comes.

As for the endless creatures left in this world...how can the gods care?

The prophet shook his head, but did not refute, while the bard continued to play the strings of the organ.

…

Resin mountains, deep in bamboo forests.

"Hey! Good wine, good wine!"

A black bear was holding a wine jar and spinning in circles.

"I wonder which clan this elder is from, but he is so good at wine."

Various creatures stood not far away.

They all regarded the manifested black bear spirit as a powerful Druid elder of a certain ethnic group.

After all, there are druids in this world who can also change, but most of them turn into brown bears, and none of the black bears are useless.

"boom!"

At this moment, a chain dropped from the sky and entangled itself with the black bear spirit.

"What's this?"

"God! That is the King of Beasts, the God of Hunting!"

An older man looked at the sky and recognized the identity of the Hunting God.

"Why did the Hunting God attack the elder?"

This question appeared in the minds of all living beings.

"He is not an elder, he comes from outside the world."

The sound of the organ was very sweet, and the bard pulled the black bear spirit and the hunting god into the space he created in one thought.

In this case, the battle will not affect the original Celtic world.

After all, the current Celtic origin world can no longer withstand any hardships.

At the very least, until a reliable way out is found, the broken ship of the Celtic origin world will continue to sail.

"Um?"

The black bear spirit's eyes were confused, his bear paw stretched out, and he slapped the sky.

"boom!"

The air waves are cleared, the demonic energy is overwhelming, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere!

The magic power swept out, directly breaking the chains inch by inch.

"Heaven help me!"

When the Hunting God saw this, his expression instantly became serious.

The cultivation level of the aliens is not weaker than my own!

"Sun Illumination Realm Palm!"

The sun god appeared, struck out with a palm, and endless sunlight gathered.

"Bang!"

Two palm prints, one gold and one black, collided together and then disappeared together.

"I, the old bear, won't let you drink even if you drink! It's really troublesome!"

The body of the black bear spirit suddenly swelled to a size of ten thousand feet, with a demonic aura on the left and a Buddha's light on the right. Two bear paws the size of mountains grabbed the Yin-Yang Staff and stabbed it towards the Sun God.

"A mere foreign thing, acting like a barbarian, is so rampant, look at my treasure!"

The Sun God sneered, took out a shining golden spear, flipped his wrist and stabbed it out.

Is a bamboo pole as good as the treasure I have been refining for hundreds of thousands of years?

"when!"

"Crack, click, click!"

Everything happened between lightning and flint, the bamboo staff and the spear collided together, and a slight shattering sound was heard a moment later.

"No!"

The Sun God's eyes widened in disbelief. What did he see?

The Sun War Gun, which has been refined for hundreds of thousands of years by collecting more than 100,000 kinds of precious materials, is no better than a bamboo pole. It cracked as soon as it collided with it!?

Too fake?

"Roar!"

The drunken black bear spirit didn't care whether the Sun God was shocked or not. He roared, took a step forward, and struck forward with the yin-yang bamboo stick in his hand.

"Bang!"

The sun war gun, which was already full of cracks, immediately shattered.

"Pfft!"

With his natal weapon destroyed, the Sun God opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, and the aura around him became a little weaker.

On the other hand, the Black Bear Essence, as the alcohol increases, the combat effectiveness increases.

"boom!"

The Yin-Yang Bamboo Staff continued to strike, and was about to hit the Sun God's head.

"Beasts without borders!"

Naturally, the Hunting God couldn't just watch the Sun God being beaten. With a roar, the shadows of endless beasts condensed out and rushed toward the black bear spirit overwhelmingly.

However, this ocean-like torrent of beasts was unable to shake the black bear spirit at all. Like a moth rushing to a flame, it was crushed into nothingness by the demonic energy and Buddha's light before it even got close.

The evil spirit and Buddha's light are like a ruthless millstone, slowly but surely wiping away everything.

"They are indeed alien creatures. They will not be his opponents."

The bard who was watching the battle spoke.

"Do you have any chance of winning?"
To be continued...