Chapter 459 Who Knows What to Do

One day, you will be surrounded by many people, but you will be extremely lonely, you will have countless friends, but you will never hear anything, you will be surrounded by waves, but there will be no love, you will be feasting every day, but you will not taste the food...

I don’t remember who said these words, but they fit me perfectly.

Entering Alcatraz Island, there are dangers everywhere. The Wolf King and I don't trust each other. After we finally cultivated a tacit understanding of fighting, the others and I were separated, each having different battles.

Up to now, although the Wolf King and Yai Zhenfu have always been around me, they can no longer participate in the next battle. There is even no one in the entire Paradise Island who can help me share my worries.

Perhaps only Mastema can be considered a comrade-in-arms side by side, but in the battle of the gods, we were all losers. He ran around every day, looking for hope, and I tried my best to accumulate strength, and there were other things. Some brothers...they are all waiting for me to call.

I clenched my fists fiercely, full of anger at the incomplete memories in the soul fragments.

Knowing a little bit about some things is sadder than not knowing at all.

When a god is born from chaos and possesses great magical power, he can create his own world and call himself the God of Creation. There are not many gods of this level. In fact, if you stretch out your left hand, you will find that the God of Creation is There are only one or two more gods than the fingers above. If you stretch out your right hand as well, there are three or four fewer fingers.

Some gods do not have such powerful magic power, but are full of ambitions. They will use creation artifacts to open up the world. Among the twelve gods, only half have creation gods. However, you have to use any creation artifact to open up the world. A worldly artifact requires at least the highest divine status. It is impossible for a god-level waste material to complete such a task.

At the beginning of the primitive world, I should have been hiding in a chaotic flesh womb, and was split open by Saint Ancestor Pangu. Although I had boundless magical power, I was unable to ascend to the highest divine position. After countless years of vicissitudes, I experienced the ups and downs of human relationships, and could see through time and space. Behind his back, he gathered a large number of partners and subordinates, hoping to open up a divine realm of his own.

But when I went to beg to borrow the Creation Artifact, Pangu Saint Ancestor said that I would definitely perish after using the Pangu Ax. This Creation Artifact is the most powerful, but also the most difficult to control. Even the highest god level requires tens of thousands of years of cultivation. It took time to recover. Saint Ancestor Pangu created the world and founded the Chinese pantheon. He also disintegrated his physical body, leaving only his spiritual thoughts to roam the universe. It took him 180,000 years to regain his true body.

Chaos, who is also a creation-level god and the holder of the holy sword Esbalika, responded by knocking me down from his Chaos God Realm to the 60th floor with one sword. I still can’t forget the feeling.

The ruler of the Garden of Eden did not let me in at all. In order to obtain the Vedas, I led countless gods and demons to fight hundreds of Indian gods. They called them extraterrestrial demons. I gained nothing except hatred.

Both the God's Nest Atum and the White Bull Orhumara, who holds the power of creation, have no masters. However, the God's Nest Atum can create the world only once every 90 million, and the White Bull Orhumara itself is also the owner. Creation-level gods can only be tamed by the supreme god, but every time Orhumara creates a world, his power will increase greatly, stealing half of the power of the created world.

I am simply unable to tame this cunning white bull, nor can I bear to be the master of a second-rate pantheon.

After I ran around and provoked countless enemies, I was shocked to find that the besieging army of gods was already lying in front of me. My subordinates and companions fell in this battle. Some of them hid their identities and blended in. Some of the other pantheons had their souls split by the gods and were suppressed in countless worlds.

Even my own soul was shattered. Well, in fact, I am just a fragment of the soul of the ancient demon god after it was split. And it’s one of the four largest pieces.

When that demon god fell, some soul fragments escaped and formed countless low-level gods and demons. The largest four of them inherited his legacy and most of his power and turned into four sacred cows, but each had their own thoughts. They all want to absorb each other and gain stronger power.

Among the four bulls, I ranked last and had the least power. I could only hide my name. I was involved in almost all the gods. I also made countless brothers and formed a party, calling myself the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.

With the ancient demon god's lessons learned, I didn't dare to act in a public way, and spent countless thoughts to plan a road full of thorns for myself, but it was the only possible road to success.

Standing on the highest peak of Paradise Island, the Temple of Uriel behind him has been restored to its original glory, even more glorious. Wang Zhong has distributed the renovation drawings. There are countless large and small grooves on the walls of the temple, which can accommodate one person. There are many Devotees of the True Christian Church are already chanting silently inside.

The power of faith fills the temple, absorbing inexplicable power from countless spaces, and giving souls responses to certain prayers. After Wang Zhong's planning, the efficacy of this temple can truly be exerted.

If his idea can be realized, the Uriel Temple will become a base station for intercepting faith. Everyone who prays to the gods will receive a response here, and their faith will be maintained here, transmitting power throughout their lives.

As time goes by, these powers will become stronger and stronger, and the accumulated faith will be like a snowball. Every true Christian believer here is a false god. They use their own power and the power of the temple to The power of companions, and even my power, continues to provide responses to prayers from countless spaces.

I have been watching this project these days, and even **** has no time to go back. Wang Zhong’s plan is to use these true Christian believers. Of course, these are not enough at the moment, and at least hundreds of times, thousands, are needed. Times, tens of thousands of times the number of people, using their power to push the island to drift towards the chosen target.

Even if the divine power accumulated on Paradise Island is strong enough, it can break through the void and wander on the edge of countless worlds, crossing time and space. However, to achieve such power, even if everyone on the earth is a true believer in Christianity Not possible either.

Unless, these devout believers are all five-color giants in the five-color continent.

In addition to Wang Zhong's ideas, these transformations also included Uriel's forging factory.

Red Heaven folded its wings and landed quietly beside me. This giant of Paradise Island has now become my loyal servant. He whispered: "Levi Anson just told me that what you need is ready."

"Bring it!"

Red Heaven raised its head and let out a loud roar, and a group of undead soldiers walked out of the mist neatly. Their figures were vague and uncertain, and there was endless void under their feet, and they were not walking on the ground at all.

"These ghost soldiers can run freely on the sea, and the lowest one has the sixth level of strength. It is a pity that you use them as cannon fodder. They are much more powerful than the Shining cavalry you trained."

Red Heaven felt a little sorry, but I smiled softly and said: "Humans may become gods, but the undead have reduced this possibility by nine hundred thousand times. Besides, as long as I am willing, I can create unlimited undead, whether I want it or not. , it takes at least twenty years for a person to grow into a soldier."

"I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

"This time we are going to lose the battle."

"Then... I wish you good luck in picking up girls!"

I raised my hand and said with a smile: "I'm not really looking forward to this battle. If I have a choice, I'd rather play a game."

With a wave of my hand, a cloud of mist enveloped the undead warriors, and we left Paradise Island. This time I did not open the tunnel, because Paradise Island was almost passing Skull Island, and my target happened to be *** *Beyond, at the edge of the Sea of ​​Death.

Maybe for many people, a female sun god is very different, but the Odin pantheon has always been a very weird branch. They have brave warriors, but they can only face death in the future. They have powerful monsters, but Born from the same mother body as the Protoss, the Odin Protoss does not have a creator god or a supreme god. The highest-level gods only have a few main gods, but they are the most combative gods.

With such a ghost warrior, I turned into a dark cloud and flew over the Sea of ​​Death at lightning speed. Even the sea water in the Sea of ​​Death had a musty smell, and every wave rolled up was not a fish in the sea. But a bunch of will-o'-the-wisps, or a corpse.

You can often see a group of marine creatures with only skeletons left, swimming in the sea. Occasionally, you can see a group of dead soldiers from unknown time and space, holding ancient weapons, running on the sea surface or under the sea.

Such turbid water allows everyone to see far into it. This is also the weirdest part of the Sea of ​​Death.

The Wolf King and the others followed the Demon Sealing Mercenary Group across the Sea of ​​Death. In fact, we just circled on the edge of this endless sea. There was no way the Golden Princess could cross this sea, and there were only behemoths like Paradise Island. , so that you can not be afraid of the wrath of the sea of ​​death.

Without the endless stream of magical beasts produced on Paradise Island, this island would have been eaten away by the dead souls in the sea, turning it into a real dead zone. At least half of the reason why the monsters on Paradise Island are more powerful than on Alcatraz Island is because all the weak ones have been killed in countless battles with the undead army that invaded the island in the Sea of ​​Death.

ps: Please look forward to tomorrow