‘Scarlet’ was beaten up very badly.

The abyss was beaten even worse.

What made "Scarlet" even more frightened and angry was that the strong and almost substantial scarlet evil aura that originally permeated the Medland continent was constantly weakening.

Death, as well as the negative forces such as terror and despair that have been brought about, are rapidly weakening.

The axis of Medland was shaking violently in His hands. Not only was it unable to help Him defeat the gods who besieged Him, but it became His burden, allowing His combat power to be exerted by about 30%.

The violent shock made "Scarlet" feel uncomfortable all over.

The terrifying attack continued to fall, causing His flesh and blood to fly, and even many bones on His body were slight shattered.

‘Scarlet’ roared and roared.

The abyss was also roaring, roaring: "My people will come soon, you damn idiots...you..."

More Ice Sea monster tentacles stuffed into the throat of the abyss, blocking what He wanted to say.

Helinger had injected nearly ten large lakes into His body. The poison had already caused the abyss' body to rot and deform, and rotten pus and blood were constantly falling off everywhere with minced meat.

The army of the abyss... is still in an extremely far away place.

On the periphery of the former Dabou, several old men with gray skin and wet skin stood on the top of the hill, overlooking the large group of solemn clergy below.

The pope and the pope who were almost dead stood before these clergymen and read out loudly the oracles of Muteste.

"For Medland, my Lord has given you the supreme glory... You will be the guardians of Medland, you will be the last line of defense of Medland. You are glorious and glorious. You will be given the title of 'holy', and your name will be praised by countless people in the history of Medland."

A little bit of golden and silver light kept flying out of the hands of the two charlatan leaders.

These golden lights and silver lights are the seeds of gods that have been accumulated in Mutes and Muteste spent countless years of divine energy essence in his body.

These light spots blend into the bodies of those clergy.

Many of these clergymen only have the strength of level 3 and level 4... But after these god seeds merged into their bodies, their breath soared rapidly.

Level 5, Level 6...Epic, Legend...

Demigod...

Then, there is the realm of the gods!

Several old men from Al communicated in a low voice using secret techniques.

"A quick-formed god... a inferior container is probably not enough to last for a few years."

"Of course, the gods that can only be refined, tempered and polished through hard wars and constantly squeezing, tempering, and polishing are the best ones, and can continue to grow up in sleep and sealing, and the best quality storage tank."

"These guys are a little bad in quality, but they are sufficient in quantity... and are only used for emergency response, which is enough."

"Well, it's just for emergency response..."

Several old men's eyes flashed, staring at the clergy who knelt on the ground with malicious intentions, and liked the holy names of Humu and Muteste.

A total of 120,000 clergymen.

A total of 120,000 clergymen who practiced the Three Seas and Seven Veins Respiration Method.

Catalyzed by the seeds of the gods, they quickly promoted to gods at an extremely terrifying speed.

The spiritual sea, power sea, energy sea, and corresponding seven qi veins in their bodies have all expanded countless times and become its huge "container".

They cheered and seriously felt the vastness of their bodies, which was a hundred times more pure than the power they had before.

However, before they could figure out the attributes and use of divine power, their heads tilted and they fainted and fell to the ground.

A large group of Al members in black robes walked in like flowing water. One of them carried these fainting new gods and quickly led them into a simple giant teleportation array behind the hill.

The teleportation array shone with light, and these Al members brought these new gods directly to Al Holy Land above the Medland Continent.

The ancient and strict magic circles flashed with faint light.

The crystal coffin with transparent mouth is neatly placed in the core of the magic circle.

A newly-recommended god was stripped naked and carefully placed in the crystal coffin.

Metal stakes with magic patterns on the surface were more than one foot long, and metal stakes covered with magic patterns penetrated the limbs of these newly promoted gods, firmly fixing them in the crystal coffin.

In this way, even if something unexpected happens and they wake up temporarily, they will not be able to escape from these crystal coffins.

The thick coffin lid is buckled.

The magic circle slowly rotated, and the elemental tides filled with the Medland world suddenly made a crazy howling sound, turning into a torrent visible to the naked eye, swarming towards the Holy Land of Al.

These elemental tides were divided into 130,000 streams of light, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one.

The newly-recent gods sleeping in the crystal coffin have their bodies like bottomless pits, absorbing the violent elemental tides.

The elemental energy concentration in the world of Medlands plummeted.

Natural disasters everywhere began to become gentle.

The thick clouds of natural disasters shrouded over the Medland continent are also slowly dissipating.

A little bit, a little bit, did not dissipate very quickly, but all the people of Medland who were struggling to survive in the natural disasters felt extremely strong hope.

The power of hope dispels all the negative energy that envelopes Medland.

Despair, fear, and all kinds of uneasy negative emotions were swept away, and the power of light and upward hope filled the continent.

The source of power of ‘Crimson’ is almost completely cut off.

The joint attacks of the gods continued to fall, constantly hurting His body and consuming His power.

‘Crimson’ is getting weaker and weaker.

In His mind, the crimson crystals were shaking slightly, and countless crimson flashes filled his mind.

Laplacie had a gloomy face and smoked her little pipe with a 'lap'.

"Will you fail again?" Laplacie muttered dissatisfiedly: "But, there are too many failures... This makes me feel ashamed... Could it be that I am not as good as a group of ants?"

"Humans, after all, are just creations, and I are the origin of everything... Can't I even erase a group of tiny creatures?"

"Flame, you let my hope down...you let me down again."

"If it weren't for Youbai, Zalan, Canghei and the others who were still exiled in the void outside..."

"Scarlet" didn't say anything, He just roared in anger.

Qiao sighed lightly: "Strength, I need stronger power."

In the boundless crimson light, the clear light belonging to Qiao had already slightly turned a little crimson.
Chapter completed!