The more the corrupt god struggles, the tighter the chains of order that bind him become, and the fire of order that burns with life becomes stronger.

In this great change of the era, the Cult of Kosmos worked from top to bottom, and the way to deal with it was simple and unique.

That means... dragging you to be buried together!

Without distortion or complexity, the entire religious cult and the people within it are just like mechanical templates for gods to respond to believers’ prayers.

It is undeniable that this is the most cost-effective way.

The thick chains kept breaking, but soon, the second and third chains would be replaced immediately. As soon as part of the flame was extinguished, a more majestic black fire immediately started again.

The hot air waves continued to melt everything around, and magma rained down from the sky above the rock wall, mixed with crystals, making it look dazzling and crystal clear.

It's very beautiful, but it also creates a desperate situation for a large area.

Dis reached out and opened the book in front of him.

The Notes of the God of Principle glowed, and a top-notch precision defense shield in the world opened, resisting all invasions from the outside world.

The Scythe of War began to sway back and forth. Ever since Karen saw the God of War sleeping there on the first floor of the pyramid, the Scythe of War had become a little restless.

Right now, it is even more eager to truly fight the gods and embrace the battle between gods.

Dis glanced at it, and the War Scythe immediately fell into silence.

Old Huofen's figure emerged from the book. He looked at War Scythe, which had become well-behaved again, and then at Dis:

"This top-level artifact with extremely high integrity has an incomprehensible keen perception. It has probably noticed how powerful you will be after you become a god."

Dis didn't speak, just continued to look ahead silently.

Since he came to the crypt again, he had just answered those words when the five figures on the tombstones were praying in order. He really had no choice but to bear it.

Compared with the old Haofen's habit of talking about "my grandson Karen" every day, Dis is already very low-key.

Old Huofen sighed and said: "If the person hidden deep below is the real master, no matter how weak he is in reality, he is most likely a god-level existence.

The branch gods of order all die together with the main gods. Dis, are you ready?"

"Are you scared?"

"Ah, what I mean is, even if it happens suddenly and we don't have time to ask our grandson Karen to come back and cook us a meal, there is still some time. You can inform him and ask him to come over as soon as possible. Anyway,

See you one last time."

Dis shook his head: "He is very busy now, don't disturb him casually."

"No, Dis, are you fully confident that you can escape unscathed, or are you going to die soon anyway, and it would be more uncomfortable to see you than not to see him?"

"What do you think?"

"Does it make sense to me?"

Old Huofen sat down, took out the gold page, and prepared to write a letter to Karen.

Ke Qian sat for a long time but didn't write a single word. In the end, he could only sigh:

"Oh, I really have nothing to write or say. Suddenly I felt that I should leave like this, so I might as well leave."

"When the God of Principles fell, I didn't see you so melancholy."

"The Lord is the Lord and I am me. I used to think that there was no distinction between the two. But after seeing the Lord falling before my eyes, I suddenly realized that the sun will rise tomorrow as usual."

"I don't know if I can leave here alive today, and I don't really care. Even putting aside the relationship between me and Karen, this is what I should do right now."

At this time, an eye appeared on the god's chest.

The gods wailed:

"Crypt...you don't keep your word!"

Promises also have a shelf life, and two eras are enough for almost everything in the world to deteriorate.

The god's body began to collapse, and the eye that suddenly appeared was like a terrifying whirlpool, shattering everything around it.

"No, we were cheated!"

"There are actually two gods here!"

"The body of the Crypt God actually has so many layers?"

The tombstone that had previously advised Dis to leave because he had to wait in line to die, shouted to Dis:

"Go and notify the temple!"

Dis was still sitting where he was, motionless.

Because it is too late to mobilize power at this time, not to mention that the tombstones of the Temple of Order have already been scattered everywhere. With the minimum guarantee to keep an eye on the hidden gods, there are no more tombstones to temporarily mobilize; just this coming and going

When the power is extracted and arranged, it will be enough for the puppet demon gods who fell from the sky rock wall to collect enough blood food from the underground creatures to sacrifice to the god of the underground.

The Hidden God is different from the Returned God. The former does not have that barrier as a barrier. As long as He is revived, he can immediately take supplements to restore this decayed and shriveled divine body.

The god who appeared first became the scapegoat, and his demise brought the end of the five tombstones together.

"Buzz!"

The dust began to press down, and the continuous roar finally stopped.

The huge eyeball was suspended in the air, and its eyes slowly moved down and landed on Dis.

Just one glance and it's an infinite ban.

The other party did not completely despise Dis. At the very least, the war sickle that Dis stood in front of him was enough to make the other party's eyelids twitch.

Old Huofen straightened his back, and the God of Principle notebook kept flipping rapidly. The peripheral bans were constantly being formed, and he was also constantly cracking them.

In addition to any confrontation other than direct action, Old Huofen can support him. This is Principle's confidence.

As for the God of Principles who died not long ago, unfortunately, he died in direct combat, which he was least good at.

In the distance, there were continuous roars, and the obvious aftermath of the aura spread here. This is the ethnic group living in the underground world, and they are using the last resort to protect themselves.

It was almost done, Dis stood up.

The purpose of waiting so long was to allow the God of the Crypt to devote more power to "hunting", so that when he wanted to solve the problem, it would be easier for him.

Dis took back the principle note, held the war scythe in his right hand, raised his head, and looked into the huge eyeball.

The eyeball seemed to have a premonition of something, and a shadow appeared in its gaze.

"Oh."

The next moment, the figure of Dis holding the scythe of war was everywhere on the ground, in the sky, and on the rock walls. He was looking for that special shadow, because that was the true identity of the God of the Crypt.

Finally, he found it, and the shadow was forced in front of him.

The shadow stood up like a door, from which a slender and holy hand protruded, and a face covered by long hair was revealed.

The war sickle in Dis's hand chopped down.

"Bang!"

A piece of white appeared in the void, like a ray of light suddenly passing through, and like a child holding a spoon and digging out a large piece of this underground world.

Dis' figure quickly retreated, the golden blood of the temple elders stained the originally black divine robe on his body.

When the long-haired woman saw that Dis was not dead yet, her eyes showed a little surprise in her eyes.

Even though she is very weak right now, and she still devotes most of her strength to killing and collecting blood food, she is the master of the crypt after all. How can she not even kill an elder with one blow?

You know, under the night sky on Mink Street, Ranedal completely swatted the lonely temple elders as flies.

Dis' figure finally slowed down, and he had flown far, far away, so far away that he could no longer see the eyeball at first glance.

But at the second glance, that eyeball appeared in front of me again.

The shadow has returned to the center of the eyeball, and the long-haired woman is standing on the cornea.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Dis began to cough violently, and this time, he even spit out some crystal fragments, which were shattered fragments of the godhead.

As a mortal, being able to withstand a blow from the Lord God without dying is already something to be proud of, but Diss doesn't like such pride.

"Order no longer has branch gods. Whose successor are you?"

The woman asked.

Dis did not answer, but raised the war scythe again, with the tip of the scythe facing the huge eyeball above.

He once again demonstrated his attitude and determination with practical actions.

"When the era changes completely and a new era opens, you will have the opportunity to become a god and surrender to me. I will grant you the status of the Crypt Branch God."

Dis replied: "Even if I agree, my grandson will not agree."

After all, considering Dis's status and role, this invitation is actually a bit insulting.

"It's you who brought about your own destruction."

The woman is not willing to delay any longer. She needs to absorb the blood food quickly and then leave here. Although the Cult of Order has already joined the battle of gods, there is still a long way to go before the family is depleted. She can still provide herself with

pose a huge threat.
To be continued...