This sudden speculation made the two of them feel uneasy for a long time.
But other than Russell, who else was behind Huai Shi?
God? Which god? It couldn't be the one taken away by Golden Dawn, right? Mamakirya? Or a specimen in the Continuation Academy?
But if the gods were active again, the Land of Dreams should be able to see the signs through the changes in the Pillar of Spirit.
Or was it the group of living corpses of the Pioneers?
It couldn't be the Element of Destruction hiding behind the scenes, right?
Countless possibilities emerged in his mind, but they were quickly denied.
But when his thoughts wandered to the end of countless hypotheses, Woodman couldn't help but frown. This kind of speculation that could only rely on groundless speculation, this kind of unfounded familiarity, and this feeling of being deliberately led …
It was as if he could hear Loki's sharp laughter hidden behind the scenes.
Damn it!
His originally calm emotions gradually began to become restless.
Uncontrollable anger.
Once that old bastard was involved, it began to become a pain in the ass!
Who knew if this was a smokescreen released by Loki to deliberately mislead them and disturb their minds and thoughts? But at the same time, it was impossible to tell. What if this was an empty fort strategy to beat Loki at his own game?
It was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
As long as Loki was still alive, all information and news related to him could not be easily trusted. If they wanted to fully support him, they could only respond step by step based on the current objective situation.
Other than that, all guesses would only lead to the worst result. Because from the moment they began to think about the future, they might have already jumped into a trap!
But no matter what, Huai Shi's importance and threat had to be raised by another level.
He was even more troublesome than Vice Principal Isaac.
They couldn't let this guy stay here and be a hindrance!
"As you can see, the threat of Huai Shi and the utopia he represents is far more than that."
Aleister was the first to speak. "If we want to solve the problem, I'm afraid we can't rely on something as simple as spells. 'We' need to treat this more seriously."
"We?"
The tax official of the fallen country sneered and did not give face at all. "You want others to clean up the mess caused by Golden Dawn? Without you guys, things would be easier. "
"But without Golden Dawn, wouldn't everyone have to face Utopia?"
Woodman sneered and retorted without even raising his eyelids. "If you ask me, what you're facing now is not the mythical lineup of the utopia seventy years ago, but a group of homeless ghosts. It's only right that you thank us.
However, if we continue to let it go … it might not end up like this. "
The sinister chill in his words caused the entire hall to fall silent for a moment. With Woodman's reminder, the rulers of hell seemed to have seen a giant monster crawling over the city walls.
Once again, he recalled the shadow and humiliation created by the Republic.
"Right now, there are only two people — the Creator of Cycles and Yun Zhongjun. One of them is a Scholar, while the other isn't even a Tier 5. Yet, they're already a huge threat to us."
Aleister calmly added, "If we give him a little more time and let him call out a few more people, such as Osiris, Black God, White God, Heimdall, Nuada … I don't need to remind you of what will happen then, do I?"
Without waiting for the others to express their opinions, he took the lead and said, "Under the premise of not delaying the construction of the Stairway to Heaven, we will send out the Heretic Monarch, Woodman, and Bennett. However, if he still has any other trump cards hidden, we might not be able to catch all of them in one fell swoop. At that time, no matter what the consequences are, Golden Dawn will not care anymore."
As soon as he said this, the expressions of everyone in the hall changed one after another.
They were cautious, puzzled, or angry.
Or rather, they were the former utopia … Their attitude of "I'm all in, you guys can do whatever you want" was no different from their arrogant attitude in the past.
However, this time, the deceased tax official, who had been staying out of the meeting just now, spoke first.
"The fallen country will send out the Wild Hunting Legion to assist your plan. In addition, that lord … is also interested in one of the targets."
The tax official, who looked like a mummy, raised his empty eyes and warned, "I hope you don't fail to appreciate our kindness and snatch that lord's prey without permission."
Immediately after, the priest of the rancher said, "A Saint will cooperate with your operation, but that giant beast will be left for us to deal with."
"The Sea of Thunder will temporarily awaken the Storm Totem for you." The Dwarf King coldly tossed the exquisite metalized skull at the tip of his finger. "If there is a valuable prey, we will not hesitate to take action."
"We will do the same." The Jester agreed with a hoarse voice.
…
Soon, in the dark hall, the rulers reached a consensus once again.
Before the real war began, they had to get rid of this scourge that was wandering among their trusted subordinates!
However, even though they had decided on a general strategy, before the war began, they were still arguing endlessly over the distribution and disposal of the spoils of war.
Woodman rolled his eyes and did not want to waste any more time. However, before he left, he saw the scene in the deepest part of the hall.
In that secluded darkness, Aleister's expression was …
There was no excitement or fanaticism. It was as if he was a statue that was not involved in the matter.
It was so calm.
"Tsk …"
Woodman frowned slightly and turned to leave.
.
.
Under the gloomy sky, the earth rumbled.
The fog seemed to be surging endlessly, spreading to the ends of the world.
It was difficult to see the ferocious aura hidden within. Only the traces of scarlet that could not be dispersed lingering in the fog could show the ferociousness of the giant beast.
Bechymos moved forward amidst the loud rumbling that shook the earth.
Ever since Lord Yun Zhongjun created the screen, the giant beast had become like a ghost, difficult to predict its movements.
The only thing that could be heard was the sound of chewing when it was eating.
It made one's scalp go numb.
"Oh my, I'm only a few minutes late, but it seems like a huge piece of someone's backyard has been dug out." Woodman laughed strangely and glanced at the gloomy Dwarf King, not bothering to hide his ridicule.
The Dwarf King snorted coldly and crushed the metalized skull in his hand. He raised his skinny and slender hand and grabbed at the fog in the projection.
In the distance, a storm suddenly howled.
Amidst the rumbling of thunder, a wave suddenly emerged above the thick fog. Under the will of the Dwarf King, the power of the Storm Totem crossed a long distance and suddenly descended. It caused the fog to tremble violently under the ravaging of an invisible hand like a blanket.
A tidal wave was set off.
Then, the fog collapsed.
Under the attack of the storm, the fog that had spread for hundreds of kilometers produced a sound similar to that of silk being torn apart. Cracks appeared in the middle of the fog, dancing and quickly dissipating.
On the ground, Bechymos raised its beastly face. Strands of lightning flickered on its horns.
In just a few hours, the monster had grown even stronger!
Their appearance was even more exaggerated than the 'blessed teeth' under the rancher's command.
In less than a few minutes, more than half of the watchtower in the center of the fog had disappeared in the mouth of the greedy Taotie. The remaining watchtower was still supporting its body with great difficulty and had yet to collapse. A gust of wind blew past. Under the overlooking gaze of the rulers, a sound similar to that of crying could be heard.
But what made everyone even more astonished was that the gigantic beast seemed to have sensed the danger descending from the sky. Before that, it decisively abandoned the food it had not finished eating and ran away!
Moreover, compared to the trembling of the earth and mountains in the past, there was not even the slightest sound of footsteps when it ran away. Its speed was also ridiculously fast.
That clumsy appearance it usually had was simply an act to fool people!
If the Dwarf King's reaction was just a little bit slower, perhaps that fellow would have escaped from the encirclement …
But now, it was already too late!
The moment everything was exposed to the sunlight, a dazzling radiance suddenly appeared in the sky. The Saint of Hell from the Blessed Lands descended from the sky like a meteor!
Countless gorgeous jewels were wrapped around his skeletal arms. They swayed in the wind, and the pearls embedded in his skull shone brightly.
A solemn melody praising the God of Hell was played under the will of the Saint, forcefully suppressing the noise in the light wheel.
Only this voice that belonged to the true God was left in the world. There was no room left for Huai Shi to use.
Following that, the earth trembled. Countless dust particles rose from the cracks in the ground. Under the call of the pious hymn, pale skeletal hands suddenly reached out from the cracks in the ground and climbed up. Countless skeletal hands piled up, forming a strange spectacle that stretched as far as the eye could see.
That was the sacrifice of countless fanatics who had sacrificed themselves for the cause. Countless skeletons piled up to form an iron wall that could not be crossed. It was the [Wall of Believers] that completely sealed off the domain within a radius of tens of kilometers!
Without waiting for the Saint of Hell to do anything, the calamities of the jesters surged in the sky. Cold, dark green flames appeared in the empty air.
— Invisible Flames!
Although they appeared to be flames, the flame-like shadows were actually distorted vortexes formed from matter that had deepened substantially in a short period of time. Once contaminated, even the Ascended would not be able to avoid the distortion of the body and soul.
Assassins. The endless flames connected with each other and covered the sky. After isolating Cloud Lord from the cycle of heaven and earth, they turned into a lid that covered the top of the [Wall of Believers].
Deep underground, the worms of the Eye of Darkness stirred the magma in a frenzy and shuttled rapidly.
The sky, the earth, and even the surroundings were sealed within in an instant.
In this small box, there was only prey that had nowhere to run.
The time for the hunt had come!
Right in front of Bechymos, a pale, frosty wind swept past. The mighty roar of galloping warhorses spread out from within.
Wild Hunt.
The Wild Hunt Corps from the fallen kingdom advanced forward in a mighty manner like a tidal wave!
The tens of thousands of soldiers worked together as if they were one entity. When the earth wailed under the iron hooves, the entire world seemed to be on the verge of collapse as it trembled.
But at this moment, a disdainful snort rang out.
Between the behemoth and the corps, a mournful lightning suddenly burst forth. A blurry figure slowly walked out from it.
Holding a long weapon in his hand, he looked disdainfully at the formation in front of him.
At that moment, on the solemn golden chariot, the demon from Sumer raised his scarlet eyes.
"Ying! Fang! Zhou!!! "
Gala clenched the sharp blade in his hand and roared loudly.
Indescribable ecstasy and unprecedented killing intent emerged from that pair of eyes at the same time. It was difficult to distinguish whether it was anger or joy.
The enemy was clearly in front of him, but that figure did not seem to have heard him. He did not even raise his head to look at him!
Such a contemptuous attitude and such a familiar sense of humiliation made Gala's smile even more ferocious. Then, without waiting for the corps behind him, he stepped on the surging waves of blood and galloped forward in an instant.
A fishy wind blew in his face.
"Die!!!!!"
The demon laughed shrilly and slashed down with the golden sword!
Bang!
At that moment, in the dissipating lightning, the burly figure finally raised his head. But that face illuminated by the sparks made Gala instantly stunned.
"Huh? Are you calling me? "
Kuafu asked blankly, "But my surname is not Ying …"
Finally, a familiar voice came from behind Gala.
"Are you looking for me?"
Yun Zhongjun asked in a cold voice.
Then, the Hateful Water roared and the purified lightning soared into the sky. It surged and left a deep cut on the sky full of flames. It pierced through!
Light fell from the sky behind the crack, illuminating the outline of the behemoth.
And on Bechymos's back, there were a few figures who should never have appeared here …
East Xia, Rome, Russian Federation, India, America. Every face was completely different. The only thing they had in common was the pure source substance that was constantly surging in their bodies, as well as the iron-like killing intent!
Level Five, Level Five, Level Five, and more Level Five!
They were all f * cking level Five!
At that moment, all the participating rulers could not help but feel their vision go dark.
F * ck!
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