Minutes later, traces of the sleeping ancient god N'Zoth were felt inside the planet. In the knowledge of the Pantheon, once the ancient god escaped from the cage and began to pierce his roots into the core of the world,

This means that the "Planet Format" program needs to be started.

"Is this why you summoned me here? My brothers."

Observing Olgalon thought that Len called him for help, so the observer nodded, turned and walked towards the information launch pad behind him, and said softly:

"Don't worry, I will start the "formatting" program right now! You are doing the right thing. In this critical situation, you really need my permission..."

"Shua"

A ray of black light was like a sharp blade across the starry land under Algalon's feet at this moment, easily cutting open the bright starlight and causing Algalon to stop in place as he approached the launch pad.

In front of the observer, Tyrion, holding a black light blade, stood in front of the launch pad and looked at the planet observer in front of him with cold eyes.

"What you step on is the bottom line of this world! It's best not to cross it, observer..."

"Lei, talk to him about this world, about the fate of Titans, about the future. If you can't persuade him, then..."
Chapter completed!