In the red world.

  The temperature of thousands of degrees distorts the horizon, making everything look blurry, and the air is always fluctuating.

  Endless lava wriggled around an isolated island, emitting a dazzling red light, like a deep red lake.

  Thick bubbles bulged and burst, sputtering out a little spark, and at the same time filled the air with a pungent sulfur smell.

  This is the "spirit world" of the Outer Continent, also known as the "Outer Spirit World", but the superhumans in the mysterious realm of the Outer Continent don't call it that.

   They call it "hell".

  In the center of the **** lava lake, the isolated island is made of obsidian. There are no vegetation or buildings on it. It is bare, but it looks angular and quite spectacular.

  On the flat land along the coast of the isolated island, there is a huge round obsidian table equipped with four obsidian high-back chairs carved with strange patterns.

  At this moment, there are four figures sitting at the table.

   "Stike, the order of the Nine Empires has collapsed, and the Holy Land Klein no longer exists... The era of your faith should be over."

   The one who spoke was an old woman with disheveled hair.

  His hair color is dull, but it is full of colorful colors. Under the red light emitted by the surrounding magma, his messy hair seems to be drenched with sparkling blood.

  This old woman is the True God of the Path of Plague, the Moth Lord Yevmeris.

   "It has been more than 1,300 years, and the belief in Beretta Continent should indeed be divided... I have to say, I am very grateful for the existence of that foreign authority. If it weren't for him, everything would still be as boring as stagnant water."

   A figure shrouded in a white robe laughed.

  He is the true God of the Winter Bell Passage, the man in the fog, Aimudi Andy, invisible, leaving only a white robe floating on the chair.

   "Stike, we don't have much time to ink with you anymore. If we don't agree to the separation of beliefs, then I don't mind fighting with you again."

  The lady with long dark purple hair hanging in the air spoke indifferently.

   Except for a red lip and a small mouth, His facial features are missing, leaving only smooth and fair skin.

  This is the True God of the Noisy Path, the mourning daughter Flirola.

  Candlestick Goddess Stike glanced at the three old enemies, but said calmly:

   "The dispute on the Beretta Continent is temporarily on hold... I have good news here, and I plan to share it with you."

   "Good news? Let's hear it."

  The misty voice of the man in the fog came from the white robe.

  Moth Master and Zuo Ai Nu didn't seem very interested and didn't make a sound.

   "Montgomery sent a message that the sun on the Yanita continent has fallen, and the blockade of the island circumnavigation ceremony has been broken and lifted... This means that we can easily land on the land that has not yet set foot without any effort."

  The Candlestick Goddess spoke.

   "Is this the so-called good news?"

  Zouai Nu said coldly.

   "Let's not talk about whether the news about the Yanitali **** is credible, that is, I don't know how many true gods are still sitting on that continent. If I go there rashly, I'm afraid I will suffer a lot..."

"There is no need to doubt the credibility of the news, this matter can be easily confirmed, and Montgomery is not so stupid as to deceive me with this kind of news... As for the true **** of Yanita, oh, His Majesty Emu Diandi must have another chance It couldn't be clearer."

  The Candlestick Goddess smiled lightly.

   Moth Master and Zuo Ai Nu turned their heads and looked at the floating white-robed man in the mist.

   "Well... Some of the fish schools I parasitize are wandering in the misty sea."

   The man in the fog laughed.

"Through perception, the blockade of the round-the-island ceremony has indeed been lifted, and even the fish can easily approach the Yanita Continent, but it seems that some major events have happened there recently, and the death knell of the gods has sounded five times in succession... Their true gods , are falling one after another.”

   "Five death knells, it seems that there should be a tragic battle of gods... So, apart from the gods of death and dark gods who have already fallen, the number of true gods remaining on the Yanita continent will not exceed three?"

  Moth Lord lowered his head and asked emotionlessly.

"It shouldn't be wrong... I speculate that the only three remaining true gods are probably the God of Calendar Montgomery, the God of Killing Conrad, and the God of Law Angela. After all, the latter two descended in person last time, and I still have a relationship with them." Had a fight."

  Stick, who was wearing a sky blue evening dress, replied.

   "Although I don't know what caused so many true gods to fall, the Yanita Continent is indeed in a 'weak' period, and it is an excellent time for me to make a move."

  The Candlestick Goddess spoke, paused for a while, and glanced at the three gods present.

"Are you interested in coming to the Yanita Continent with me? Although it is closed there, the actual land is not small. It is very suitable for a new place of belief... Instead of continuing to fight here, it is better to occupy that land first. "

"Um…"

  The man in the fog groaned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and replied:

   "You can give it a try."

  The moth master and the son-in-law were silent for a while, and then a strange light flashed in their eyes, and they also expressed their opinions one after another:

"good."

   "Tell me about the specific plan."

   Candlestick Goddess Stike slowly smiled when she saw this.

  He felt his own holy fire, howling impatiently in his body, eager to devour the power of God's way on that land...

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   "You are the door of a great chapter, the beginning of a grand epic..."

   "You are the end of the supreme drama, the end of all myths..."

   "Lord of the fairyland and the spirit world, the great **** of foreign lands, Mr. Infinity who is in charge of destiny, please grant us good luck..."

  The sound of pious and solemn hymns resounded all over the fairyland.

  Chen Lun was sitting upright on the white throne in the center of Abbasye, Tianyuan Shrine, with a calm expression, listening silently.

   After a while, he withdrew his attention, and slowly opened his mouth downward:

   "Arnold."

   "Mr. Infinity."

  A young man with short white hair saluted the figure on the white throne, respectfully responding.

  Chen Lun showed a smile, and took out the two copies of the only divinity of the sun that once belonged to the sun king Andre, and the [Sunshine Spear] that twisted like a golden electric python.

   With a wave of his hand, three groups of light exuding golden brilliance floated down and slowly floated in front of the scorching sun.

   "Eternal night in this world, suffering forever, from now on, please become the light source **** of the new world... Please bring dawn to this world."

   A gentle voice came from the White Throne.

  Arnold was slightly taken aback.

  He stared at the ball of light in front of him, as if he heard the earnest teachings of his father...

   "Hunting darkness forever. Shining light until death."

  Arnold raised his head and looked at the man sitting with the backlight. The man's face seemed to be covered by a layer of mist all the time, and he couldn't see clearly, but he still felt the trust in the man's words.

   And some kind of mission-like entrustment.

  He took a deep breath, bowed his head, and said solemnly:

   "Scorching sun, I will live up to your trust."

   As Arnold said, he stretched out his hands and took over the divinity and the light gun.

   "I, will light up the world."

   At this point, He no longer lacks the key factors to become a god, and only needs a long ceremony to officially ascend to the position of the sun god.

  Chen Lun nodded in satisfaction.

  He said again:

   "Sid."

   "Mr. Infinity, the recorder is here."

  A man with long hair reaching his waist and wearing a khaki cloak held an ancient scroll in his hand, took a step forward, and saluted the man on the throne.

   "From now on, you will be the calendar **** of the new world, recording all the major events you have seen and heard, and leaving traces of the past for the future... After all, people are always good at forgetting."

  Xi Ke saw that the man on the throne shook his head, and casually lowered a stone cross with a bronze bell at the end.

   "Xi Ke, I will live up to your trust."

   Sid held the cross in both hands, lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

   "I will record the world."

"very good."

   Chen Lun laughed.

  He paused, then called:

   "Margaret."

   "Mr. Infinity, I am here."

  The old woman in a black dress stepped forward, clasped her hands lightly, and placed her lower abdomen.

   "It is common sense that day and night change. From now on, it will be up to you to appease the darkness, and send twilight and hugs at night... Death is not the end, sleep is the destination."

  The soft voice on the White Throne seems to be not only conveying entrustment to Lady Silence, but also explaining a truth to the angels.

   As he spoke, Chen Lun waved down three black lights.

   These are the three copies of the only divinity of the dark sun.

   However, Ms. Silence looked at the ball of light floating in front of her, but she never took it. After a while, she bowed her head in shame.

   "Sir, I'm sorry... It's not that I don't want to become a god, but tens of thousands of years of falsehood and acting have made me tired... In my humble opinion, your wife Floyd would be a better candidate."

  Seeing this, Chen Lun couldn't help being silent.

   After a while, he laughed again, nodded and said:

   "Since this is the case, please help her keep these three divinities. In the future... I will give them to her at the right time."

"gentlemen…"

  Ms. Silence raised her head and remained silent.

  All the angels and true gods present heard the profound meaning of Mr. Infinite... He didn't want to hand over his divinity to his wife, perhaps, to avoid some questioning.

   "Soon, I will leave Yanita and go to the starry sky."

  The man on the white throne smiled.

   "I'm not sure about this journey, maybe... will never return."

  Under the throne, the faces of all the angels were solemn.

  In the eyes of the gloomy lady Judelia, an imperceptible sadness flashed across.

  Ms. Margaret of Silence has taken over three copies of the only divinity of the dark sun.

  He saluted the man in the black hat.

   "I will live up to your trust."

   Margaret solemnly said.

   "I will guard the new moon until its birth."

"very good."

  Chen Lun smiled even more.

  He lowered his eyes and glanced at the angels.

   "Mr. Conrad is in charge of the God of Conspiracy. I am very relieved. As for the God of Stars, it is vacant for now... Judelia, Dominia."

  After hearing Mr. Infinity's words, Ms. Dim and Ms. Sigh also took a step forward tacitly.

   "I hope that you will ascend to the throne of God soon... and the order and operation of the new world will be left to you."

   "We will follow your instructions."

  The three ladies, Scorching Sun, Xike, and Pain, agreed one after another, and even the King of Slaughter nodded silently.

  Seeing this, Chen Lun smiled and said in a relaxed tone:

   "Please rest assured, even if this trip never returns, Yanita will be safe...I can assure you."

   As he spoke, he unconsciously looked in the direction of False Moon in Wonderland.

   I thought to myself, after all, there is still love for him and what he loves.

  Angela, Mia, and Conrad had solemn expressions, staring at the figure on the White Throne, while all the angels were silent for a while, and bowed to him in unison.

  Everyone knows that this will be the last entrustment of Mr. Unlimited.

   And a guarantee to the world.