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Chapter 311 The Civil War Among the Gods (plus two in one)

The world is collapsing.

The destruction was complete and cruel. Tens of thousands of city-states were affected by the flames of war. The sky was full of vultures waiting to be eaten and dead crows. Spending wantonly, let this mortal world go from one collapse to another.

The gods headed by Ndola provoked all kinds of disputes, and their disasters caused mortals to slaughter each other.

And finally, when the soul and stars of a god who blocked Ndola were shattered, Kagaus could no longer sit still. As a god of prophecy, he ordered the gods of the celestial kingdom to crusade against the troubled star dome together. And the mortal Ndola.

The war between gods and gods is imminent.

Looking up from a high place, those densely packed mortals are like dust on the earth, but looking up from a low place, the stars in the night sky are also as numerous as sand.

The gods finally no longer stick to the order that has long been empty. No matter whether they are good gods or evil gods in the eyes of mortals, they will all be caught in this civil war in the kingdom of gods.

Ndola released the imprisoned Vulcan God Ninur. The god who had violated the order of the kingdom of the gods was supposed to be imprisoned for ten thousand years, but now the order has collapsed with the closure of the golden temple. In this way, then crimes are not counted as sins, and punishments are no longer counted as punishments.

The prestige of Cargauth among the gods allowed his faction to gather the most gods, such as Skadi, the god of winter, Aurora, the god of flowers, and other gods who supported the old order to fight for him, and even Julien, the mirror god Minor, the fifth-level god, also served the fourth-level god.

The vast starry universe and the tormented land have become battlefields among the gods. Some gods fight to protect their own race, some gods fight to settle grievances, and some gods fight for the peace of the gods. Some gods fight for the mercy of mortals... Regardless of whether the wishes of the gods are good or bad, this war has already broken out and is heading further into an irreversible abyss.

Ninur, the god of fire who was imprisoned, waved his endlessly burning fire whip and galloped across the battlefield. Wherever he went, a raging fire was ignited, the forest was turned into coke, and the lake was boiled dry. The battlefield pours out the wrath of the prisoner, treating every enemy as God-King Shane who judges him.

Ninur's fire whip burnt to ashes in an instant the nearby second- and third-tier gods. This fourth-tier god, who is closest to the fifth-tier god, is unstoppable on the battlefield.

Until... the cold wind of the Winter God blows the earth.

Skadi held the Frost Bow, and the weapon made by Herris shot a flashing arrow in the gap between Ninur's waving of the fire whip. On the trajectory of the arrow, the surrounding water vapor condensed into ice extremely quickly. Ice fog filled the air and stretched for hundreds of miles.

Even though Vulcan Ninur is the closest god to the fifth level, Skadi, the god of winter, still has to contend with it.

Vulcan Ninur whipped his fire whip. He, who had been severely injured by someone grabbing the gap, had already remembered the lesson firmly, and the whip strands burst apart and collided with the flying ice arrows.

After the ice arrow of the God of Winter passed through 660 whips, it exploded in mid-air, and huge ice flowers spread across the entire battlefield.

"Skadi, God of Winter, you are not worthy to be my enemy!"

Vulcan Ninur roared, he has fallen into the frenzy of war, he is eager to smash the various orders established by the god king Shann, and then burn alive the forest god Lipa who once resisted him.

Skadi, the god of winter, has no words. Among the fourth-tier gods, except for the water god Angel, he is the only one who can temporarily rival the fire god with his own divine power advantage.

If this war is set off, gods are doomed to fall.

Skadi didn't know if he would be the first group of gods to fall.

Vulcan Ninur looked at the silent God of Winter. He laughed arrogantly, waved the flaming fire whip in his hand again, and headed towards Skadi, the God of Winter who was shooting arrows with a bow.

The battle between the gods has officially kicked off.

This battlefield spanned the natural world and the celestial kingdom, and its breadth was unique in the entire world. The gods slaughtered each other, and the affected mortals could only cry.

The God of Bow has fired countless bows on the battlefield, and every arrow is exquisite. He walks in the gaps of the battlefield, uses his keen insight to catch the enemy's loopholes, and takes away the power of more than a dozen gods in a blink of an eye. life.

The battlefield in front of him was chaotic, and he looked at the plague god Stullard in the distance. The latter's overwhelming plague ravaged the entire battlefield, and every god who touched the plague was weakened. This terrible power , It won't be long before the dragon god Ndola's faction will be able to win more with less and wipe them out.

The bow god immediately raised his longbow and aimed at the plague god Stullard in the distance, trying to kill the source of the plague thousands of miles away, Ndola's capable general.

However, in the blink of an eye, a strong wind came, and at some time, the God of Wind and the God of Despair came behind him. The tentacles of despair instantly infected the God of Bow, his arms were stagnant, and huge despair filled his heart. Hesitating and losing the courage to shoot arrows, the God of Wind held up the heavy hammer in his hand, and the huge hammer took advantage of the wind to smash the arms of the God of Bow. All turned into dust in the wind.

The Bow God was killed by the Wind God.

And in the distance, the Stullard who caused the plague to rage, he rode densely packed flying insects, his pale face was expressionless, and his plague power showed terrible power. Wherever he went, countless gods Coughing endlessly, he contracted the disease like a mortal.

The death of Bow God seems to mean that no one can attack from the dark and take away his life.

But not long after, the God of Victory rampaged on the battlefield with his sword of victory, which symbolized "victory" and made him invincible. He rode a glorious chariot pulled by three giant horses, beheading several gods along the way. Only, breaking through numerous obstacles, he even forcibly killed the plague god Stullard. He roared loudly, and with the flash of brilliance, the huge victory sword split the plague god Stullard into two halves. , The plague that swept across half of the battlefield disappeared in an instant.

The God of Plague was killed by the God of Victory.

But before the God of Victory could enjoy the joy of victory, the next moment, a six-winged dragon descended from the sky, and endless winds of war blew up on the earth, casting a huge shadow. The God of Victory who was caught off guard was overturned and dismounted. Ra's hand was shattered, and the sword of victory in his hand fell to the ground. Ndola, who had mastered the divine power of war, took away the sword of victory, and then cut off the head of the god of victory with his own hands. Yes, "victory" has changed hands.

The god of victory was killed by the dragon god Ndola.

Drops of divine blood fell like clouds and rain.

Some mortals are fortunate enough to touch the blood of the gods, or they may rejuvenate their youth, or possess divine power...

They have all kinds of visions, but no matter which one, the turmoil on the earth did not calm down, but intensified.

Order is broken so easily, but once chaos spreads, it is difficult to calm it down.

The battle between the gods continues.

These immortal gods are conquering each other, trying their best to destroy each other, and the original god statues in the kingdom of the gods collapsed one after another, and even turned into dust.

Desires flow.

In the great chaos, even the most well-intentioned thoughts and righteous hearts will bring about even greater destruction.

The gods fought for nine days and nine nights. This civil war is not limited to the faction between the dragon god Endola and Cargaus, and the gods of the other two factions are more or less involved. .

The torrential river will flow into the sea, irreversible, just as the gods want to destroy each other, there is no chance of turning back.

Every day, countless gods fall, and the stars in the night sky will gradually dim over time.

Kagaus looked at the starry sky that was gradually dimming. The stars used to be here like sand, but now they are gradually dimming. Those mortals knelt down in various temples to pray, begging for the blessing of the gods they believed in, but they never knew Their gods may have died long ago, unable to respond to any voice at all.

In this great war, Cargauth saw nothing but destruction.

City-states collapsed one after another. Whether it was the savage and ignorant orcs, the human beings scattered across the city-states like stars, or the most developed three-eyed ape-man, they all faced death without distinction in the midst of this destruction.

Under the collapse of order, the gods took the lead in showing their despicableness, and the mortals followed closely behind, telling horrible stories one after another on the split earth.

Kargaus hoped that Shin would reopen the closed golden temple, and he hoped that the great god-king would use the supreme scepter to restore order from the ruins.

But no matter what he expected, even kneeling in front of the golden hall, the magnificent hall remained motionless, and the king who once ruled the gods seemed to be dead.

The fallen gods seemed to be buried for him, the collapsed order was like a burial vessel in the mortal world, and the palace that the gods once looked up to was the great coffin of Shan En.

Kargaus completely despaired of Shine. He looked at the earth and listened to the gods under his command reporting the situation on the battlefield to him.

Not long after, a terrible news fell on Kargaus' ears.

The dragon god Ndola went to the land of Aga where the three-eyed ape-man lived.

That fifth-order god is about to bring disaster to the race created by Kargaus himself.

Blinded by anger and despair, Kargaus himself ordered a large number of gods to be transferred to the land of Aga.

But no one can stop the dragon god Ndola who has mastered the war star.

The grand and high-temperature dragon flame, like the fire of the sky, not only burned the gods to ashes, but also turned Ajia, which no one could break through, into coke on the ground.

In the palace, the king of the three-eyed ape-man raised his head. He felt hot all around, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart, and his ministers also felt flustered for no reason.

"What happened, what happened..."

The voice did not fall.

The king melted on the throne, and the blood melted together with the gold worn on his body.

Dragon flames fell from the sky, and the palace collapsed instantly.

The earth was full of ashes, and people turned into pillars of salt in the flames. No matter they were nobles enjoying the glory and wealth, or slaves who poured blood and sweat, they all ushered in equal death in the fire of the sky. The great temple where the faith gathered in the past, It has also become a relic of history.

The date palms were burning.

Kargaus created this race with his own hands. He had great expectations for them. He taught them the language of the Logos and gave them the ability to prophesy. He witnessed every kind of suffering this race had suffered, and Witnessing their rise in Aga, where the three rivers converge, and vowed to guard the land of Aga for generations.

Today, the land of Ajia still exists, but the three-eyed ape-man has passed away.

Kagaus was in extreme pain, and he wailed madly in the Temple of Prophecy.

Blood feud... blood feud of blood feud.

As Cargauth experienced, it happened to every god in the Celestial Realms.

If one receives a blood feud today, one will end it by killing tomorrow.

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Deschanel.

King Phil trembled on the throne, and he looked at the scouts who fled back in front of him in disbelief.

The latter's face was covered with muddy blood. Just now, the scouts brought King Phil the wail of Prince Tyron's death in ambush.

King Phil stood up from the throne, grabbed the scouts by their collars, and yelled at the scouts in front of him.

Obviously, not long ago, he got the good news of a complete victory.

Those good news created a scene of victory for King Phil. He was deeply proud of his son's bravery and combat ability.

Today, victory within reach is but a vain fantasy, and the only reality is defeat.

King Phil couldn't accept such an ending. While beating the scout in front of him, making the latter hurt even more, he wept in grief, for his dead son and for Deschel's future.

This scene was obviously ridiculous, but none of the ministers present found it ridiculous, and all of them looked pale.

Deschanel...what's coming?
This small country is stable because of perennial luck, but now, the big country has shown its fangs, and King Nesor's soldiers and horses are about to come under the small city walls.

It didn't take long for the news of Prince Tai Lun's defeat to spread throughout the entire royal city, and he was heading towards other city-states at a fast speed.

Although King Phil strictly ordered all the ministers in the palace not to disclose the matter, otherwise they would be sentenced to death, but how many people would care about the majesty of the king when the destruction was at hand.

Turmoil, turbulence after turmoil, turmoil without end.

The people in the music hall went crazy. They started to flee with their families. Catherine looked at the fleeing musicians one by one, and her heart was full of panic. She wanted to escape too, but she didn't know where she could escape.

In this world, there are too many harps that she doesn't know and can't play.

Soon after, martial law began, and King Phil survived the pain of losing his son. He did not lose his mind, and chose to personally lead troops to hold the gate of the city and secure the citizens in the city in time.

Many musicians who did not have time to escape from the royal city were forced to return. They were helpless and wailed repeatedly. Not long after, bursts of prayers sounded in the music hall, and they longed for the gods to bless them for safety.

嗏

No god could answer their prayers.

　They're all talking about water, so I'll speed up a little bit more in one chapter (tears)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)