"Everything is ready," said Lola.

Gu Qingshan closed his eyes and asked, "How many worlds are connected?"

Lola said: "There are countless worlds that are paying attention to our battle with the chaotic camp. While I connect countless worlds, they immediately accept our connection."

Gu Qingshan was silent for a moment and said softly: "The future destiny of the nine hundred million layers of the world is today."

At this time, Yiliya came forward and showed an inquiring look.

Lola nodded and said, "Start."

"yes."

On the high platform, a glory fell from the sky, shining brightly in all directions.

Gu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked at the platform.

Everyone looked at him.

He pulled out the ground sword, followed the sword and went up the steps, and stood still in high Taichung.

Stopped for a moment.

In the gaze of billions of worlds, he raised his sword.

A wave of sad female voices appeared faintly.

The melodious flute drifts with the wind.

The long sword was like a ray of cold light, gently slashing through the void.

Everything around was shattered by the sword light, and countless worlds appeared in front of everyone.

Burning, killing, looting, burning corpses to silence, endless battles and cruel torture.

This happens in every world.

Gu Qingshan opened his mouth and his voice rang in everyone's heart:

"The Age of Chaos is in its prelude, and the worlds are heading for destruction."

“Because of the existence of the chaotic true god, no one can resist the advent of this cruel era.”

Everyone's hearts became extremely heavy.

Yes, once those chaotic people encounter strong resistance, they immediately consume a lot of power and pay tribute to the chaotic true God, so that they can use the power of the chaotic true God to kill those who stand in front of them.

The Chaos are already loaded with all kinds of chaos, with special forces emerging one after another, and with the protection of the gods, these Chaos have hardly lost.

Chaos continue to spread and cannot be stopped.

At this time, Gu Qingshan's voice sounded again:

"Today, we found hope to fight chaos."

The long sword dances gracefully.

All the pictures dissipated immediately.

A new picture appears in the sword light.

I saw two human-shaped soldiers made of metal standing on a lonely steel peak.

A soldier raised his sniper rifle and aimed at the distance.

In the barrel as thick as a bowl, the infinite dark blue light is bright and extinguished.

Another soldier disappeared into the Iron Peak and gradually disappeared.

A giant steel insect dozens of meters long appeared.

Its entire body is full of metal shell, without any flesh and blood, and a pair of compound eyes flashes with free electrons.

This giant steel insect spreads its twelve metal wings as thin as cicada wings, and circles in the sky.

At this time, the gun soldier suddenly pulled the trigger.

The picture follows the strong light that flew out quickly from the gun, traveling thousands of miles away, and hitting the soul roarer hard!

It stood among countless monsters and was bombarded into the air by the attack shot from afar.

The giant steel insect swooped down, grabbing the soul-screaming whistleblowing.

Layers of white filaments began to wrap around the monster.

Gu Qingshan's voice sounded again: "In the end of all realms, the God of Chaos is not invincible, because it has a mortal enemy called Order."

The long sword swung.

All the images dimmed and disappeared.

Gu Qingshan drew an arc of sword light again, causing the picture to disappear completely.

He danced his sword continuously, like a god showing miracles to all living beings.

In the billions of worlds, everyone stared at his actions, fearing that he would miss any details.

Yes, no one has ever seen a soul whistleblower lose.

Whenever the Chaos call on its power, an overwhelming victory is followed.

This is a fact recognized by all living beings, without exception.

But it was obvious just now that the soul whistleblowed away with a shot!

Just one shot!

What a power this is!

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!

The sound of war drums rang slowly.

The dull and monotonous drum sounds make people's emotions gradually accumulate.

"Listen."

Gu Qingshanping held up his long sword and suddenly burst out with a crazy roar:

"Listen to those who are still alive!"

"No matter how many setbacks you have suffered in this era, how much dignity and personality you have lost, or what kind of precious things you have taken away, everything is destined not to start over!"

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong!

The drums gradually became powerful, revealing a sense of desolation and sadness.

The cold light on the long sword surged, turning into a beautiful long arc, cutting open another picture.

Ancient times.

The soul whistler was pierced by a colorful spear and walked out a few steps tremblingly, kneeling on the ground, motionless.

It's dead.

Its body shines in everyone's eyes and is deeply engraved in their hearts.

Another war drum sound came in, and the two drum sounds overlapped with each other, chasing them, gradually becoming full of fighting spirit.

Gu Qingshan inserted his long sword hard to the ground and said in a quiet and powerful voice: "Although everything cannot be saved, now there is a chance to turn the tables in front of us."

"When one day we leave this world, and once again face those who we regard as treasures, and face the precious things that have been ruined by the chaotic era, we can stand up and say to them."

Gu Qingshan suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "We used to fight to protect you!"

"With the sword in our hands, our hard backbone, and the anger in our hearts, even if the last drop of blood is drained from our bodies, we will die without regrets!"

The sound of war drums became louder and louder, as loud as a sudden rain.

Gu Qingshan inserted his long sword to the ground, and his eyes showed determination.

"All those who haven't given up hope yet."

"If you still have the courage, come and fight alongside me."

The words fell.

In the void, the wills of all realms made waves of desolate cry.

The will of all the remaining worlds in the nine hundred million levels of the world!

They are all here!

Countless whispers rang in the ears of hundreds of millions of sentient beings.

At this moment, they knew that as long as they were willing to participate in the war, the world would release their strength to let themselves go to that person.

Join the war...

A fragmented world.

He stroked the old scroll with his trembling hands, and the woman on the painting smiled like a flower.

A voice full of pain sounded:
To be continued...