Chapter 464

The misty cold air has completely surrounded Antasia's body. No one noticed that a diamond-shaped mark was gradually imprinted on Antasia's forehead.

That is the authority of ice.

The symbol of the Ice Goddess.

Obviously, the authority left by the Ice Goddess is different from the authority of flames and the authority of storms.

In the authority of ice, there is still a very amazing energy... This part of energy comes from the long-fallen Ice Goddess and the Ice Witch who has been dead for hundreds of years.

At this moment, all this abundant energy is infused into Antasia's body.

With such an amazing amount of energy all of a sudden, Antasia's body can't even bear it. Her body seems to have turned into a crystal clear and beautiful ice sculpture, with dense cracks all over the surface.

It seems that it may break at any time.

But, on the other side, the Ice Authority is constantly releasing circles of energy, barely maintaining Antasia's body from completely collapsing.

At the same time, a lot of memories were playing out in Antasiya's mind.

Antasiya saw the scene of the beautiful goddess like snowflakes, driving the cold blizzard towards the strongest evil god thousands of years ago.

She saw the goddess' body torn into pieces and bleeding.

She saw the goddess's authority falling from the void.

She saw the shock and anger of the Ice Witch when she walked on the glacier and peeked at the remains of the strongest evil god for the first time.

She saw the Ice Witch trying to use a large number of holy crystals and magic bombs, plus all her own power to detonate it, in an attempt to destroy the remains of the evil god.

Unfortunately, even if a large number of holy crystals and magic bombs were concentrated, plus the Ice Witch's own power, the strong explosion could easily blow a mountain range stretching thousands of meters into pieces, but it could not destroy the remains of the strongest evil god.

Instead, the Ice Witch herself, under the impact of the explosion, her body was shattered and only her soul remained, parasitic in the ice authority waiting for the next existence that could inherit the will of the Ice Goddess to appear.

This is a legacy.

What is inherited is not only the authority of ice, nor is it only the power of the Ice Goddess.

It is also a will, a spirit.

The power contained in the authority will disappear, but this spirit will never fade.

Ah!

Accompanied by the sharpest hissing sound.

The cold air around Antasia suddenly condensed, and gradually gathered into a tall figure in the void behind her.

That figure, with graceful curves, seemed to be wearing a wide ice-blue dress.

The figure was hazy, and the face could not be seen clearly, but a pure and white beauty could be felt. The figure's hands were open, guarding the woman in front of him like a ghost behind him.

That was the phantom of the Ice Goddess.

After the cold air dissipated, Antasia's figure finally appeared. At this moment, Antasia was still chapped all over. On her face, neck, arms, and back of her hands, fine cracks could be seen everywhere, and a trace of coldness was constantly released along these cracked gaps.

Antasia knew very well that after the power contained in the authority of ice was exhausted, she would be beaten back to her original form, back to the state of the weak princess.

But, so what?

At least now, she has the power to protect her lover, and that's enough.

The lips of the Lord of Pleasure were trembling, and he could naturally recognize the phantom of the Ice Goddess.

He was angry, not only those who were still alive, but also these garbage that had long been dead, actually stood up to oppose him?

But before the Lord of Pleasure could release this anger, there was another whoosh.

A scarlet figure whizzed past the horizon.

When the Lord of Pleasure noticed this figure, he felt his heart tremble suddenly.

He felt the breath of the Father God?

Although it was very weak, it was definitely the breath of the Father God.

Could it be that the old thing really came back to life?

At this moment, the Lord of Joy even had the urge to turn around and run because of the long-standing fear of the Father God in his chest. No one knew how powerful the Father God was better than the Lord of Joy.

But soon the Lord of Joy felt that the Father God had not resurrected.

That was just a poor guy who was corroded by the blood of the Father God. This guy should have become a madman a long time ago. He actually appeared at this time. Is it because of the hatred for the seven heirs rooted in the blood?

Just when this thought flashed through the Lord of Joy's mind, a figure had landed here. It was Wordsworth.

Compared with the other women next to her, Wordsworth's situation was obviously worse.

Under the human-shaped skin, countless strips were wriggling.

Only a pair of eyes were filled with angry flames.

Whether it was the appearance of Ireta and Adelina, the appearance of Saya, the Moon Goddess, and Antia, the coming of Natia, or the inheritance of the Ice Goddess by Antasia, or even the appearance of Wordsworth in front of him, the Lord of Joy had no intention of stopping it.

Stop?

No need.

These ignorant humans.

They don't understand that no matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants and can't bite an elephant to death.

Don't they think that just because there are more humans, they can fight against the gods?

Impossible, the gap between gods and humans cannot be made up by numbers... The Lord of Joy is just waiting, waiting for a strong person with strength and will among all humans to appear, and then completely destroy these resistance forces at once.

Otherwise, these guys are hiding, and it is really troublesome to find them one by one.

The Lord of Joy is even looking forward to it, wondering if there will be more surprises for him next.

"It seems that everyone is here."

At this moment, a soft voice, accompanied by a breeze, passed by everyone's ears.

Suddenly hearing this voice, others are still normal, only the Lord of Joy's face suddenly changed.

This is the first time that the face of this powerful god has changed so drastically.

There is no doubt that just from the sound, the Lord of Joy already knows who is the one who made this sound.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

In the endless sky, it seems that a tender white hand passed by.

As the hand moved, the sky darkened in an instant, and a curtain blocked the sky... No, not the sky above, but even the entire Sky Continent, the entire planet, all became dim.

The sky curtain has covered the whole world.

It cuts off the connection between this world and the void.

The whole world has become a huge cage at this time, and the existence imprisoned in the cage is the Lord of Joy.

In an instant, the Lord of Joy can clearly sense that after the connection with the void is cut off, the suppression and rejection he has suffered suddenly increased, and his power is being ruthlessly compressed.

This god who always maintains a noble image can no longer bear it at this time. His eyes seem to be spewing hot flames, and his lips trembling with anger spit out a few words: "Moile!"

"It's you!"

The goddess of fate, Moile.

In the void, there seems to be a crisp laughter like wind chimes.

Hehe...

Destiny?

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Chapter 539 The Heart of Wordsworth (8,000)

The Lord of Pleasure knew that he was tricked.

He was tricked by the most insidious, cunning and shameless bitch in the world.

The sky has blocked the world, and the connection between himself and the void has been cut off. The world's rejection and suppression of himself is increasing every second, which means... His power will gradually weaken as time goes by.

Does this guy, the goddess of fate Moile, want to use these humble and tiny humans to design such a trap to kill himself?

Haha, dreaming.

Just because I become weaker does not mean that those bugs will become stronger.

Even if the power is exhausted, it is definitely not an existence that mortals can contend with.

The blockade of the goddess of fate made it difficult for even the Lord of Joy to tear the sky, especially when there were other people entangled.

However, there were still his companions in the void.

The Weaver of Fate must have seen that he was blocked, and his companions in the void would immediately tear this layer of sky.

Moile, Moile, you have been preparing for so long, but this so-called trap is still full of loopholes... Is this your final plan?

It is really pitiful that the dignified goddess of fate was forced to use such a low-quality method.

The Lord of Joy showed a mocking smile on his face.

He did not think that this so-called trap could do anything to him.

However, what the Lord of Joy did not know was that at the moment when the sky was blocked and isolated from the world, the little goddess of holy light far away in the void finally stood up at this time.

A slight smile appeared on her beautiful little face.

"It's time."

The little goddess of holy light stretched out her white and slightly chubby arms, her palms facing the outside, as if she was supporting something.

The next second, the small body in the small cage suddenly began to expand.

The body of the little goddess of holy light, which was originally like a five or six-year-old girl, was growing at an incredibly fast speed, and the cage surrounding the little goddess of holy light was also expanding, and the breath released by the little goddess of holy light became stronger and stronger.

The expanding cage even affected the chains wrapped around the outside of the cage.

The chains were instantly stretched straight.

Then, there was a strange creaking sound, and the solid chains were rubbing violently, making a sound that made people's teeth ache. Some chains could not withstand the amazing energy coming from the cage and even broke directly.

The sudden increase in power in the cage obviously caught the seven ugly men in the void... No, now it was the six ugly men off guard.

In a short time, the little goddess of holy light had restored her original state. She was a behemoth with a height of thousands of feet, her clothes fluttering, and the white and holy light even dispelled the darkness in the void.

The little goddess of holy light, ran away!

Rumble...

The violent shock spread in the void.

There is no doubt that, except for the Lord of Joy, the other six ugly monsters in the void have obviously sensed the movement here.

Almost instinctively, the six powerful evil gods quickly mobilized powerful forces to resist the impact of the Holy Light Goddess, trying to suppress the Holy Light Goddess again.

The conflict in the void has been continuing.

It seems that there is no possibility of calming down in a short time, but there is no doubt that the attention of the Six Ugly in the Void has been completely attracted by the Holy Light Goddess.

These beings no longer have extra power to peek in other directions.

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On the ground, Xiao Saya and Da Saya can obviously feel that something is wrong.

The appearance of Moile's name from the mouth of the Lord of Joy made the two dark witches slightly startled.

This is something they had never expected.

They only thought that the Lord of Joy came to this world just to destroy Qin Chu.

But they didn't expect that even the goddess of fate was involved... This mysterious goddess seemed to have already planned everything in secret.

Qin Chu has always been wary of this goddess, worried that she will eventually fall into the abyss and never get up again... But at this time, although he did not see the goddess of fate, looking at the performance of the Lord of Joy, there is no doubt that this evil god is even more unhappy with the goddess of fate, Moile.

He seemed to be severely tricked by Moile, and his voice was full of hatred and anger.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

When facing the Lord of Joy, the goddess of fate, Moile, is a teammate.