The sound disappeared and the darkness faded.

Dis raised his head. He had to hurry up and leave the throne, because not only was Old Huofen unable to hold on for long, but he himself also felt heavy fatigue.

The two powerful epochal overlords used the rules of time to communicate across epochs. As an observer, he not only had to bear a terrible burden in the theoretical sense, but would also be counterattacked by the rules of time.

If the former can still carry it out, then what awaits him for the latter is likely to be time pollution that even the real gods are afraid of.

However, when Dis opened his eyes and was about to stand up, he suddenly saw a majestic figure standing in front of him.

He has obviously left, and because of His departure, this plane will end its stagnation, and Old Huofen needs to devote all his efforts to maintain it.

But now, He appears here again.

Did Lao Huofen exert too much force and reappear the previous historical scenes?

But even though he was an old friend who had known him for most of his life, even though Dis was very confident in Lao Huofen's abilities, he still didn't think that Lao Huofen could do this.

In matters involving the God of Order, even if the God of Principles comes in person, he cannot forcibly intervene. Then, there is only one possibility left... He left, and then, He came back.

Gods are aloof and cold. They are generally indifferent, and their extremely high level of life makes it difficult for them to have empathy similar to humans. This is especially true for the overlord gods in their own era.

And this kind of action of leaving and returning is obviously not in line with his behavioral style. It can only be due to some reason that prompted him to turn back.

The God of Order stretched out his hand to Dis.

At this moment, Dis was struggling to get up. It was conceivable that once the hand of the God of Order touched him, even a small push would be enough to push Dis back to the chair at this moment.

This is the power of the Era Overlord. He can even kill people across an era.

Although there were too many coincidences and special circumstances, at this moment, He could indeed do this.

However, this push did not occur.

The hand of the God of Order grabbed Dis's shoulder and made a lifting movement.

Dis didn't feel the other person's fingers, and his clothes didn't show any wrinkles, but an invisible force appeared and pulled him out of the throne.

Old Huofen shouted: "Oh my God, why is He back again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, terrible pressure came over him, and Old Huofen's figure was forcibly compressed, and finally disappeared into the notes.

The notebook was suspended in mid-air. When the God of Order appeared in front of it, it started to whimper instinctively like a monster with intelligence.

The hand of the God of Order was placed on the note.

In an instant, the plane that was about to collapse just now entered a solid stagnation again.

Dis walked over, and the principle notebook was moved in front of him. The hand of the God of Order still covered the cover, but only half of the area was covered.

After a brief silence, Dis spoke:

"I understand what you mean, Huofen, cooperate with him.

Dis stretched out his hand and placed it on the other half of the principle note. "Buzz!"

The golden pages of the principle notebook began to overflow crazily, wrapping around them, and paragraphs of text appeared on it at an incredible speed.

When the God of Order came to this palace, he noticed the gaze that would be directed at him not far from him one epoch later.

Eternal rules give this palace some special environmental attributes, and it can be understood as an "isolated island" existing in this world.

Although it cannot move forward or backward, it can stand here and observe more easily.

What is being written on the golden pages is Dis's perspective, what he sees and thinks now.

Normally, people in the past write letters to people in the present, or people in the present write letters to people in the future. This time, people in the present write letters to gods in the past.

The God of Order wants to take a look at the world after an era.

It’s not prophecy, it’s not divination, it’s not about grasping the rules of time and peeking into the long river of time... He wants to take a good look at it.

That's why He came back.

Any law that seems to be a theorem will undergo various unexpected distortions after it comes into contact with God.

The God of Order should have paid a huge price for this, but He does not care. Even this is secondary. The necessary condition is that the one who carries his "eyes" on the other end must also meet the requirements.

First, he must be strong and young enough; second, he must be a believer in order.

There is no mistake in the primary and secondary relationship, because due to His obstruction, this era has lost the soil for becoming a god, and it has become extremely difficult to even condense the fragments of the godhead.

Dis is strong enough, and Dis is young enough. Although he is already a grandfather, his age is among the elders of the temple. To use Ukonga's words to describe Siti, that is...

Worthy of youth.

He can bear the cost without breaking out as soon as he uses it, and his body and soul will immediately decay and become a disposable consumable.

The previous "looking at each other" and sitting down on the throne are the most obvious tests.

The most important thing is that this work requires the unconditional cooperation of the "writer".

Dis chose to cooperate. He agreed, not because He was the God of Order and he had to obey all His requirements, but because it was the same reason why he went to sit on that throne before:

For my grandson!...

Study room on the third floor of No. 13 Mink Street.

Karen, who was sitting behind his grandfather's desk and processing the documents sent to him, suddenly noticed a feeling of heat in the pocket of his robe. He reached out and pulled out the golden paper that Mr. Hofen left for him.

The paper floats, exuding a rich divine radiance, as if it is performing some kind of mysterious response.

The words above appeared quickly at an extremely terrifying speed. They were not Mark Levin words, but divine words. These words were densely packed, pouring past like a sea.

There is no compositional relationship between the fonts. There are a lot of abbreviations and abbreviations. Karen tried to interpret them. He seemed to understand a little bit, but he immediately felt dizzy.

Even his soul could not bear the load of this kind of message. "Mr. Hofen, what exactly are you trying to convey to me?"

What Karen didn't know was what his two grandfathers had received in the eternal palace in the extremely cold place.

The eternal palace.

All light and shadow are flowing back quickly, quickly smoothing out the wrinkles here and returning to eternal peace.

Dis slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes, and he held the notebook of the God of Principles in his hand.

He walked toward the outside of the palace, but after walking a certain distance, he stopped.

Turning around and facing the interior of the palace, Dis glanced around and said in a deep voice:

"Sharbuck."

A huge shadow dripped down from the relief above, revealing a clown-like face, and a powerful aura emanating from it.

Once upon a time, there were countless demon gods sealed in this palace, and there were even three orthodox gods. However, because the God of Order came, most of the small worlds and demon gods here were obliterated.

After an era of fighting and devouring the remaining strangers and the remnants of the dead souls, the final winner was him, Shabak.

The shadow completely fell from the relief and turned into the black cloak on the clown.

"I thought I would just leave if you left, and I didn't intend to force you to stay, but you shouldn't take the initiative to provoke me. The last time you came in and you were able to escape with someone, it was because I was there at the time.

This place is severely restricted, it’s you...

···Good luck.”

Dis spread his hands, and the Scythe of War appeared.

The Scythe of War that appeared this time became extremely well-behaved in an instant, and even automatically triggered the secret restriction in its body. Dis holding it in his hand felt as if the God of War had come in person.

There was no emotion at all behind Shabak's clown-like face, but his heart began to tremble.

He had been observing this place, but after Dis came in, he lost all sense. When Dis opened his eyes again and appeared in the palace, he felt palpitations in his heart.

But in the face of Dis's direct provocation, he still came out because he was confident that no one in this world could kill him. Only powerful gods would have a chance. And from the memory of those priests of order back then, he

Know the special changes of this era.

This is a world without God!

Although the Cult of Kosmos has given up investigating here, Shabak has been working hard to get out of trouble, and he is eager to embrace this fresh world!

The sickle in Dis's hand thrust out, penetrated the barrier in front of Shabak, and penetrated Shabak's body that was between reality and illusion.

Shabak lowered his head, looked at the sickle stuck in his chest, and said with a smile:

"This is a very good artifact. Unfortunately, the artifact can only exert its true power in the hands of gods.

The next moment, Shabak's body began to crack, the wounds spread rapidly, and his state of existence also disintegrated.

"No, how is this possible, how is this possible!"

Being able to stand out from the internal fighting and devouring that lasted for an era, what I am most proud of is my immortal body, but why is this happening?

Dis did not answer, but slowly withdrew the sickle with his right hand.

Spreading his left hand, in the palm of his hand, fragments of the godhead appeared, and then stuck together to form a complete godhead.

But if you look carefully, you can find that the splicing traces of the Godhead are very obvious. This is the Godhead, a Godhead that was forcibly pieced together temporarily by powerful thoughts.

Shabak's body began to melt, and his eyes were fixed on the godhead. Then, he seemed to understand something, and looked at Dis's expression with horror: "You...you

······You are······You are······"

In the end, I still couldn't say that sentence completely.
To be continued...