I, the invincible strong man, was deceived by the system for 100 years

run!
The moment the dream core shattered, the first thing all Dream Gods thought of was to escape.

The powerhouses of the land of divine grace, as well as the little ones gathered at the place where Lynch was.

Lynch said hello one by one.

The figures of the three thousand dream gods running away were like shooting stars and brilliant like fireworks in the dark night.

Originally, it would be easier to escape by hiding the light on his body, but the Three Thousand Dream Gods did not.

Lynch looked at these fleeing figures without any hurry.

run away?

nonexistent.

"Master, look at the wounds on my body!"

Xiao Hei's figure became smaller, and he rushed towards Lynch with grievances. It can be seen that it has hundreds of small and uneven wounds on its body, and its nose is bruised and its face is swollen: "When those guys came out, I stood up and faced Qian Jun. Kazuma, I have no fear at all, I"

"It's a pity that you don't act like a dog. Do you act like I didn't dare to move when I didn't see you hiding in the defensive cover of the big buffalo?" Lynch kicked Xiao Hei flying away.

"Wow, master, I suspect that you are insulting the noble race of dogs!" The three heads of Wangcai, the three-headed hell dog, barked dissatisfied.

The biggest unwillingness of the people in the City of Divine Grace is to become a waste like Xiao Hei.

But now, even the little guys are a little disgusted with Xiao Hei.

The worst hell dragon in the whole world.

While laughing, Lynch glanced left and right, and saw that the three thousand Dreamers were still at large.

He laughed and said, "I said this is my territory, but I still want to escape? It's a beautiful idea."

While speaking, Lynch raised his hand slightly, and the word 'sleepy' spit out from Lynch's mouth.

In just a split second, a huge white magic circle appeared on the ground of the Land of Divine Grace!
The magic circle crazily swirls and soars upwards. At this moment, the entire land of divine grace is illuminated with white light, just like the day.

Around the magic circle, a white translucent energy wall appeared.

Seen from the outside, the Land of Divine Favor seems to be surrounded by white pillars of magic light!

This night, the light from the land of divine grace reflected the sky in a radius of hundreds of miles.

"What kind of magic power is this? Using pure magic power to create a realm similar to the dream world! Here, we can't escape!"

The Shaper's words trembled.

Three thousand dream gods scattered away, but in the end, they were still trapped in Lynch's magic.

"He can't be a puppet of Zeus at all, and he can't be an ordinary person! Such power, even the god of origin can't have it!" The wall of the land of grace, trying to escape.

Too bad it didn't work at all.

Visionary, desperate.

"We still have the ninth stage! Don't give up, we in the ninth stage are the complete existence!" The terrorist rushed into the air, hoarse.

Suddenly, his crow head heavy.

A solemn voice sounded: "Ninth stage? It seems very powerful."

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The terrorist turned his head stiffly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He saw a man in a khaki robe, standing beside him, a hand apparently knocked on the head, making his mind a little dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, the terrorists fell into chaos completely.

Lynch glanced at the shaper and the phantom that looked like a big tree, raised his eyebrows, and withdrew his hand.

On the other side, the terrorist just now, like flying ash blown away by the wind, scattered in the sky, disappearing in ashes.

"It seems that the three of you are the bosses of the Three Thousand Dream Gods, right? You don't even have a godhead, it's really strange that you are a god born from a dream." Lynch looked around curiously.

It could be seen that those dream gods in colorful forms were still fleeing crazily.

But some dream gods are already in a state of despair.

There are also some dream gods who are obviously crazy and want to attack the citizens of the land of divine grace.

"Who the hell are you?!!" The Shaper watched the horror disappear like a cloud of smoke, and asked Lynch sternly.

"I am Lynch, the lord of the City of Grace, and I will be the master of the Aegean Continent. If you kill my pig, maybe I will also become the master of hell." Lynch said faintly.

The pig was killed, how could he be wronged?

eye for eye!
"Impossible, although you are very strong, it is impossible for you to lead hell, in hell." The illusionist roared ferociously at Lynch.

His voice came to an abrupt end.

All I saw was that Lynch brushed his long white hair that was blown tousled by the wind a little, and whispered three words from his mouth.

"Secret Technique Hunting Time! Destroy the enemy!"

The space around Lynch shattered like a spider web.

The magic energy drilled into the space crack, and the majestic energy caused strong winds in the sky.

Like the dazzling light of the day, adding some blackness again.

"What kind of power is this?" The illusionist's roar turned into a desperate murmur.

He has already seen Lynch-like figures emerging from the cracks in space.

And those cracks in the space were definitely not formed by magic. The reason was that Lynch used the clone in an instant, and the power of the clone was so powerful that even the space was shattered by Lynch's clone!
"Huh? The space is broken, let the power of the space absorb, and even the speed of the attack has slowed down. It seems that this trick needs to be improved. It doesn't seem appropriate to use [-]% of the power." Lynch murmured One sentence.

The words of dissatisfaction made the Shaper and Illusionist swallow in horror.

One percent power?
Is this what people say?
"Okay, go to hell." Lynch grinned.

In an instant, the avatar floating in mid-air quickly moved in all directions.

"Oh!"

There was a terrifying sonic boom in the air, it was the sound of pure physical force colliding with the air.

Lynch slowly walked towards the Illusionist and the Shaper, and the figure began to become unreal.

One step later, the fireworks in the sky were bright, and it was a scene where the Dream Gods were instantly blown up by Lynch's avatar.

Two steps later, there was a crackling sound in the sky. It was Lynch's avatar venting his anger. Even if it was the ashes on Oneiroi's body, Lynch would destroy it!
In three steps, the sound of the sonic boom came again, and all the clones returned to Lynch's body again, the phantoms took over, and the sky was swept by a strong wind.

The Illusionist and Shaper stared dumbfounded.

They have never seen such a terrifying person. This city of grace is more like hell than hell, just because Lynch exists alone.

Three thousand Dream Gods, under the attack of Lynch's avatar, couldn't even hold out for Lynch to take three steps forward!

If everything could be done all over again, they would never come to the City of Divine Grace again!
Feelings of remorse filled their hearts. At this moment, they finally understood why the Land of Divine Grace was so weird.

Only because of one person, Lynch.

"Okay, let's use your ninth-stage dream power." Lynch grinned, "If I'm not mistaken, the ninth-stage power is to kill all of your dream gods before they can be assembled into one." The real Orniri, right?"

"what!!!"

"how do you know!"

The Shaper and Illusionist exclaimed, and all the happiness in their hearts disappeared.

"Do you think I'm a fool? It's so dark, you don't take advantage of the chaos to run away, and you run around glowing and glowing, aren't you just waiting for me to kill you?" Lynch stared, and rushed forward. With one slap, the last two Dream Gods were wiped out.

Lynch murmured: "After being fooled by the system, I don't believe anyone else can fool me!"

[Host host, can we forget about that?I'm a good system, I'm a good person, although I've lied to you a little bit, but can we stop bringing up old things all the time?Untie it, the host is big. 】

"Xie Nima!" Lynch stared angrily.

The system is Lynch's lifelong enemy.

In the words, the real Oniri is already slowly forming.

Lynch used magic to form a day-like place of divine grace, and was once again covered by pitch-black night.

"I am Oneiroi, Oneiros!"