Time flies. Although this strange night seemed extremely long to Tate Du people, before they knew it, it was still dawn.

At this moment, everything seemed to have settled. With the last "Sea of ​​Ink" in the nine "worlds" in the inner line of the Atlantis civilization, the mysterious enemy who was chased for a night but had not even seen a trace seemed to have finally escaped. There has been no abnormal movement in the jungle for a long time.

Losing the isolation of nine ‘worlds’, the inside defense system that was originally scattered into more than a dozen pieces has been completely united. Their temples, divine pillars and camps can be seen everywhere in the dense forest of millions of square kilometers.

Looking down at the powerful military power of the earth, Anaros, who was calming down from his rage, felt an increasingly ominous premonition in his heart. The first ray of sunlight broke through the rolling clouds over the rainforest and rendered the dark sky with a golden color. He suddenly let go of the reins in his hand, grabbed a round-headed warhammer in the shape of a scepter placed under him, and jumped off the bronze chariot hovering in the air.

"Aznis, you guys on the front line, have you still not found any trace of the Atlantis fleet?" Standing under a huge rain cloud, letting the short body suddenly rise behind the flames like a volcano erupting, instantly evaporating the black cloud above the head without a trace. The great old man asked in a deep voice to a goddess in a snow-white robe not far away.

Hearing this question, the goddess of white robe closed her eyes, as delicate as cow's milk, a blue light flashed across her shiny face. A mouth that appeared in the void behind her was holding a letter in her mouth. The totem of the prey like an eagle suddenly swayed her wings. After a moment, her voice softened and pleasant answered: "God, Lord Naros, take your divine power, and be safe all night."

"It's good to be safe, it's good to be safe..." The old man Wei'an murmured in a strange tone. Suddenly, a raging flame ignited all over his body, rising and pouring it into the divine weapon raised high in his hand, and suddenly mobilized his divine power and swung the warhammer towards the direction of the "Mo Hai World" that had disappeared in the distance.

After the warhammer of the scepter-like shape left his hand, golden flames scattered all over his body. He ignited half of the sky, and swept through the hundreds of kilometers of dense forest like a sea of ​​fire. Finally, he turned around in a mysterious long arc and flew back to the hands of Naros.

"What method did those despicable insects use to isolate our nine 'worlds'? Even my 'flame master', Naros, can't break through this skill..." After taking back the warhammer, the old man Wei'an looked at the red and white flames that filled the sky, and finally roared out of his composure.

Looking at the distorted facial features of Naros who could not hide his tired expression, he was shocked by the powerful power of his "flying hammer strike" just now. The sons of Tats around him and even the gods bowed their heads to avoid his gaze.

Only the great old man ruled the flame gods from the gods, who were angry with each other, showed their angry expressions. One of them was very young, with a birthmark like a flame on his forehead. He walked to the old man in the air and said respectfully: "Great Father God, please extinguish your anger for a while.

Although you have infinite power and divine power to burn any powerful enemy, the divine power you master has nothing to do with space, illusion, and transmission. The "field" is different. It is naturally difficult to break the tricks carefully arranged by the enemy by burning the flames alone.

I think it would be better to solve the enemy's tricks by the raid of Atlantis fleet, "The King of the Void" who has also been isolated and hidden our "world", or the "Strange Monarch" who has mastered the strange power of "making falsehoods and making truths" to solve the enemy's tricks."

"Saminole, if I could ask two masters who have infinite power to break the enemy's despicable tricks, I had done it last night..." The old man Wei'an barely suppressed his anger in the face of his favorite son, and said stubbornly.

"The situation was unclear last night. In order to prevent the Atlantis' trick to launch a full-scale raid, we naturally cannot let the King of Void and the Weird Monarch God return to the army rashly.

But now I believe that you, who are on the front line, have completed the most careful investigation. If everything is as usual, please come down and break the enemy's tricks with you in a short time. What do you think?" The young god interrupted the words of his Father God in a slow voice and respectfully said.

The old man was slightly stunned, pondered for a moment, sighed a long time, and finally surrendered to his uneasy, anxious mood, and whispered: "Since that's the case, Aznis, please give me the substitute for me, Hodmist, Malilith, and the two Lords of the Front, and break the enemy's despicable tricks."

"As you wish, the great Lord God of Naros." The beautiful goddess who had the totem of the Raptor behind her just now bent down slightly in a humble and agreed.

The old man standing in the distance, who was standing in the void in the distance, nodded silently when he heard this answer, and felt a little relieved. However, he stared into the distance and remembered the ghostly and cunning enemy last night, and the angrily flaming anger arose in his eyes. However, he did not know that the enemy he was hated was in an unprecedented huge crisis at this moment.

It turned out that Zhang Lisheng, who was exhausted last night, rushed to the last "world" in the inner line between the Tatedu civilization and the Atlantis, which had not been hunted by him, and plucked up the last divine power to release his own religious invasion army from the "Leather World";

Then after successfully forging the barriers of the world, I felt that I had reached the extreme and had to absorb the power of faith to make up for it, but I was frightened to find that my body could no longer absorb the power of faith as a supplement.

Unconsciously thinking about Nuwa's body left by Mount Tiantai in his mind, he suddenly felt shocked as if he was poured down from his head by a glacier, and suddenly woke up.

"Is this hurting the 'original origin'? Is this the price that must be paid to condense the 'five-colored divine stones' in the sun, and it is also the reason why God Wa died after successfully repairing the sky..." Standing on the vast night sky, looking at the ferocious creature warship under his feet who were about to launch a battle of faith conquest on his behalf, the face of the god Wu Li appeared with a bitter expression.

Sensing a body that was almost completely closed and could not accommodate the power of faith at all, he felt cold all over his body, and countless distracting thoughts arose in his heart. All kinds of sweetness, despair, horror, and warm things that he had experienced in his short life flashed in front of his eyes one by one.

A moment later, Zhang Lisheng suddenly came to his senses and muttered incoherently, "I'm really obsessed with the insane, I'm so obsessed with my mind. I'm going to die and I'm still busy all night for huge benefits. People's hearts are endless, and gods are even more so. If I'm asked to choose again, I'm afraid I'll still have to take risks.

Great freedom, great freedom, I am afraid that only those selfless sages recorded in ancient Chinese books can get great freedom. But how can such a person really exist? Alas, think about it, this day is really bitter and then sweet, and the extreme happiness leads to sorrow. After refining stones and replenishing the sky, he suddenly realized that he was seriously injured and was about to die...

No, even if I really want to die, I have to go back to Earth. Earth, yes, the Earth should be my burial place no matter what!" Suddenly, with both hands stretched out and used all my strength to make a tearing move.

The void in front of him instantly cracked a dark gap. Zhang Lisheng smiled with a pale face and said, "Fortunately, I have the power to tear the void and choose a place to bury it." He returned to the earth.

As soon as he stepped out of the space crack, his body suddenly froze and fell straight from the air. His mouth finally squirmed unconsciously and weakly, "Tina, Tracy, senior sister, mother...", and fell into a vast lake under his feet, located deep in the Amazon jungle, rippling blue waves.

While the god Wu Li fell in the air, all the eleven worlds, including Wu Li, Roman, Green Fire, etc., who replaced herding "lambs" and expanded their faith, felt that the divine power in their body was swaying, and their use became much awkward, and their hearts were trembling unconsciously.

However, it is related to the belief of gods. How can mortals speak nonsense? In addition, if the divine art is concentrated more, it can still be used as usual. Millions of witches and herds can only bury this strange situation deeply in their hearts.

After that, time passed like water, and months passed without realizing it.

As autumn and winter come, Tate, who inexplicably lost nine "worlds" full of believers, did not weaken at all, but because he lost more than 40% of the source of faith, the intensity of the gods' battles was greatly reduced, and it was inevitable that in the battle with the Atlantis, he turned from advantage to decline.

What's more serious is that the insufficient source of faith power means that the evolutionary potential of Tate's civilization will be reduced to extremely low or even regress. In this way, its originally ambitious "Big World" invasion has not yet begun, and it is likely to come to an end.

However, the Wuli God Cult, which annexed the nine "worlds" of "Tatdu", has expanded rapidly for more than a hundred days. On the land ruled by mythological civilization, facing a group of pitiful people who have lost their faith and hope, Wuli priests and religious warriors often do not need to be forced, and naturally there are continuous converts and turnarounds.

Of course, there are many devout believers who stick to the belief of the gods of Tate. However, if they lose their grace and can only use cold weapons to fight, their only function is to die on the battlefield with a mantis arm and a chariot.

Or simply suicidal and accompanied by the collapsed Tate, who was buried in civilization, was buried in a civilized manner. In just three or four months, Wu Li's God's Power was established in nine "worlds". (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!
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