Of course, Sui Xiong had a plan.
His plan was simple. When Leon stepped into the Demigod Realm and the God of Eagle was about to revive, Sui Xiong would suddenly attack and imprison the divinity of the God of Eagle.
This method was simple and crude, but it should be very effective.
No matter what the God of Eagle was planning to do, as long as his divinity was imprisoned, he would not be able to do anything.
As for how to imprison the divinity? Haha, Sui Xiong was confident that he had some experience in this.
He had imprisoned the divinity of the God of Fear for decades and finally destroyed it completely. He had practical experience!
What he had to do now was to pay close attention to prevent missing the opportunity to attack.
Although he had done a lot of supporting work, and the God of Eagle should not be able to revive, there were exceptions to everything. If he did not seize the opportunity and something unexpected happened, Leon would really be revived by the God of Eagle. That would be terrible!
Leon didn't know anything about the schemes and schemes that were happening around him. He only knew that he was in a very good state. His power was like a tide that was endlessly surging from the bottom of his heart. With every slash of his sword, he could clearly feel that his power had become stronger and more condensed.
Every swing of his sword was stronger than the previous one. If it wasn't for the fact that the Evil Dragon was also becoming stronger, he would have already killed it.
It is so satisfying to have such an opponent!
Leon cheered in his heart and swung his divine sword with force.
The light of the divine sword had become bright white, as if it was burning at an extremely high temperature. Every time it swung its sword, there would be a buzzing sound in the air. Every time it struck the Evil Dragon, there would be a low rumble that sounded like muffled thunder.
But in the face of such an attack, the evil dragon was actually able to resist it. It was even slowly adapting to it.
Its eyes gradually became bright and calm. Although the evil aura was getting stronger, the smell of chaos was getting lesser.
This was the thing that the Holy Spirit had hidden in its body, and it was working.
In order to completely hide its identity, the Holy Spirit had indeed spent a lot of effort. Not only did it destroy its own soul, but it also hid an important artifact of another fallen God in its body. Once this body was taken over by the evil dragon, the artifact would collapse and release the divinity of the Holy Spirit.
The identity of that god was special. His divinity could devour the divinity of that holy spirit and use it to strengthen himself. If everything went well, with the help of this divinity, there might even be a possibility of resurrection.
Of course, this possibility was very low, and even if he was resurrected, he would not have a good ending. But that Holy Spirit didn't care. He had already put everything aside and only thought about completing the greatest cause.
For the sake of that great cause, it was inevitable to make a sacrifice.
Mortals could be sacrificed, Holy Spirits could be sacrificed, and gods could be sacrificed as well!
As for whether the mortals and gods who were to be sacrificed were willing or not … As a Holy Spirit, if he was willing, how could the others not be willing?
Besides, so what if she was unwilling? The arrow had already been nocked, but it had to be released. As long as he prepared everything properly, it was not up to others to decide whether to sacrifice or not.
Just like those mortals who had already been sacrificed, how could they be willing to sacrifice themselves? But when the knife came down, they had no choice but to sacrifice themselves.
There were also those aristocratic party cavalrymen who were destined to die. They would definitely not be willing to sacrifice themselves, but since they had already become chess pieces on his chessboard, it was not up to them to decide whether to sacrifice themselves or not.
Even the chess player had sacrificed himself, so how could the chess pieces not be sacrificed?
Only for that god who was about to be sacrificed, the Holy Spirit felt a little guilty. But guilt was guilt, and he would not hesitate at all to do what he had to do.
He had done too many things to let others down, so he didn't care about one or two more.
Anyway … he was already dead, so who would bother with a dead person?
It was fine even if they did. Once he was dead, who could do anything to a guy whose soul had collapsed and turned into ashes?
When that Holy Spirit had made this plan, he had laughed very happily. Although he was destined to not see the scene when this plan of his was realized, he could not help but laugh as long as he thought of its effect.
The God of Light was also laughing. He stared at the stone tablet in the darkness and laughed coldly. There was no warmth in his smile.
"There will always be some people who overestimate themselves and want to do something inappropriate. They want to fight for something that they should not have," he said. "You are not the first, and you will not be the last."
Under the stone tablet, there was a vague will that seemed to be roaring.
"Stop shouting, save some face for yourself," the God of Light said sarcastically. The corners of the God of Light's mouth curled up slightly, and he said sarcastically, "When the kings of the mortal world are overthrown and put on the guillotine, they often say something like, 'I am the king, and I want to die with dignity.' You are much more honorable than the king, so how can you not save face? "
The will under the stone tablet calmed down and stopped roaring.
"That's right. Don't worry, if everything goes well, you will have a chance to be resurrected." After lashing out at the other party, the God of Light threw out a carrot. "If my plan can be successfully realized, then I will definitely be a member of the greater Divine Power, and I may even be the strongest among the greater Divine Powers. When that time comes, resurrecting you will not be a big deal. "
But these words did not convince the will under the stone tablet. It was not happy, but mocked.
"Haha, even you are mocking me … I know that my thoughts are a little overconfident, but one has to have some ideals in life. Just like what a friend of mine who I have not known for long said, if one has no ideals, what is the difference between a person and a salted fish? Didn't you challenge me because of your ideals? "
"Speaking of which, did you know? In recent years, I have met another guy who is very similar to you. But he is different from you. You are good at fighting, but he is good at playing dirty, "the God of Light said. The God of Light said, "He's really quite capable. He's come up with quite a few tricks, but it's a pity that his scope is still too small. He can't come up with anything earth-shattering. I'm slightly disappointed."
"The most important thing is that he is too small. A shallow pond can't breed big fish, and a dry river can't carry a big boat. With such a small amount of energy, it is impossible to replace me!
"If there is a chance, I would like to introduce you to each other. You will definitely have a lot in common," the God of Light said. "You are both equally ambitious, both of you only focus on one aspect, and both of you are the same … It makes me feel funny."
After saying this, he turned around and left.
The secret chamber returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
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