Twilight Speaker

Chapter 194: The Gods Gather
The blood of the great one fell swoop like raindrops from the sky, floating and falling.

The huge human face cracked and shattered, with expressions of astonishment and confusion appearing on his face. The Lord of Death was horrified, and he himself had been severely injured!

He was furious, and his real body could not enter reality. The projection that descended was severely suppressed and extremely weak, and he was humiliated in front of countless people!
"Roar!!"

The old master roared, and the sound waves rolled like a tide, almost tearing the entire great city apart.
But the next second, the figure standing at the end of the river of time took action again, protecting the city, and then strode forward, as if
Trace back!

"Time." The Lord of Death stared at the scene coldly, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving, and forcibly infusing more power into the projection, questioning:

"Who are you? How can you still fight to cross the time when it is anchored?"

The tall figure did not respond, but walked with difficulty. Every time he took a step forward in the river of time, his body broke into pieces.
Time is sacred. It is not too difficult to interfere with the past. We can do it by avoiding that big anchor.

But it is too difficult to go back in time with your true body!

The stronger you are, the more difficult it is. For a weak person, it might be easy to go back in time, just by using props or gifts, because in the long river of time, they are too small and not worth mentioning.
But for a great man like Chen Xiang, he himself occupies a huge weight. If he goes back in his true body, he will face the vast pressure washed down by the entire river of time!
Every moment in the long river of time is equivalent to a universe and nine dimensions. If we go back one step, how many universes and dimensions are equivalent to it?

Can't figure it out.

Chen Xiang nearly collapsed after taking only half a step, and had to stop. He looked very depressed, staring through the river of time at the angry, roaring Lord of Death.

This is one of the main culprits that led to Hongyue's death, and this is the betrayer who is most eager to betray!
He raised his staff and struck back with infinite majesty, piercing through the face of July 1518, 7, smashing it to pieces!
"This is just the beginning."

The majestic figure standing at the end of the long river of time made a declaration, and then gradually withdrew from the long river of time.
Meanwhile, in 1518, the great city.

Lu Sarah standing by didn't say anything. With a quick glance, he seemed to see the face of that tall figure. It looked very familiar.

"Chen Xiang?"

Lu Sarah rubbed his eyes violently and confirmed again and again that Chen Xiang was clearly on the cross in Piazza San Loma!

But, I was definitely not wrong.

He looked around in confusion.

………………

Right now, in the dimension of hell.

Chen Xiang was separated from the long river of time. Hundreds of millions of souls that should have been scattered emerged from the source of the Styx and sank into the cell paradise one after another.

“There’s no sense of fatigue.”

Chen Xiang muttered to himself in a low voice. Unlike the previous time when he tampered with history, this time, he did not look tired at all and was relaxed and carefree.

He has become much, much stronger.

"Perhaps, I can tamper with more history, more of the past."

Chen Xiang thought of Hongyue, but he did not act impulsively. This required long-term planning, and saving the souls of hundreds of millions of people and saving the past Hongyue.

These are two completely different things, and the subsequent impact of the latter on the long river of time will be unimaginable!
"The most important thing is that history cannot be fooled. Those who fool history will eventually be fooled by history."

"This time, what will be the backlash from the long river of time and the years of history?"

Chen Xiang's expression was extremely profound. Various signs told him that tampering with history would definitely do more harm than good.

For example, history was tampered with and a false god was killed, which directly led to the tomb keeper changing from a false god to a true god;

For another example, [Emperor Elephant] buried two periods of history and rolled back twice, which directly led to an increase in the number of enemies!
Originally there were just a few old masters.

In a rollback, there are two or three more Pillar Gods as enemies.

After the second replay, there are at least nine more Outer Gods as enemies.

Are there any others?
Chen Xiang didn't know.

But tampering with history will inevitably backfire on you.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, which turned into a violent wind that swept across half of the Hell Dimension, silently feeling the changes in history.
The perception is not clear. Now I only know that hundreds of millions of souls that should have been annihilated are alive and have entered their own cell paradise. The backlash from history cannot be discerned for the time being.

trouble.

Chen Xiang glanced sideways at Wang Muyu, who was bathing in the breath of death and whose transformation was nearing completion.

for a long time.

Wang Muyu opened his eyes, and his pupils became dark and deep, reflecting the endless wandering souls of the dead.
There was a small Styx floating around her body, flowing slowly around her in a circular shape, accompanied by ghostly cries and sobs.
"very good."

Chen Xiang nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed, creating something in the void.

He directly drew a part of the essence of the hell dimension and created a set of pitch-black armor, which appeared and was worn on Wang Muyu.
When he was wearing the armor, a part of the origin of the hell dimension was induced to give birth to spirit and wisdom, evolving into a unicorn warhorse wrapped in hellfire, standing beside Wang Muyu, looking up and neighing!

Wang Muyu, wearing jet-black armor and surrounded by a miniature Styx, climbed onto his horse.

At this moment, she also became Him. "The top of the giant still lacks believers after all, otherwise it can reach the sky in one step, but that's enough, take it slowly."

Chen Xiang nodded and smiled. The knight sitting on the unicorn bowed his head towards him and punched his chest armor:
"Waiting for your will!"

"From now on, you are allowed to open the [Hall of Death] alone in the Church of Order. You will be the master of the Hall of Death and the second to the four great knights. When the war of gods begins, your mission is..."

"Become the new Lord of Hell."

To become the new Lord of Hell, one naturally needs to kill the old generation of Lord of Hell, that is - [Sleeper].

Wang Muyu is destined to be the enemy of an alien god, destined to kill Him and replace Him.

"As you wish."

He spoke in a low and solemn voice, mixed with the breath of death, accompanied by the cries of the dead, and the mourning of all spirits.
"Let's go, let's go" the Lord still kept smiling.

"Where are you going?" the knight asked solemnly, and the unicorn wrapped in hellfire under his crotch raised its front hooves and neighed loudly.

"To the Great City, back to the Great City, but before that"

The Lord put his hands behind his back and walked to the crack in the broken barrier of the Hell Dimension. He looked towards the direction of the real universe with a deep gaze:
"But before that, there is one more thing to do."

"soon."

………………

White Star Country, the Palace of Thought.

"There is still no trace of the Pope. We are investigating!"

"The Secret Society is becoming more rampant, and the Demon of Knowledge is also ready to make a move. The situation is very bad!"

"Should I pray to the Lord and ask for an oracle?"

The ancient buildings standing on more than a dozen huge aerospace aircraft carriers were in a mess, and the high-level officials of countless thought halls were in a state of panic.

The White Star State has fallen into chaos
"It's not just a problem with the Secret Society. After Her Majesty the Queen disappeared, the nobles in the country started to fight against each other. The Third Duke Meng Tu and the Second Duke had a big conflict, which may turn into a civil war!"

A bishop said with a headache:
"We must seek the oracle of the Great Thinker, otherwise, the White Star Nation will face division!"

"But only the Pope has the power to pray directly to great thinkers. We are undoubtedly usurping power by doing this!"

"The Pope will understand!" the archbishop made the final decision.

He led dozens of core bishops to the deepest part of the Mind Palace and opened a large mausoleum. The divine power was as deep as the sea, and a huge, eyeless divine body lay quietly inside.
"Prepare for the ceremony!"

The archbishop solemnly presided over the ceremony, candles were lit, the compass was turned, and light emerged, trying to break through the barriers of reality and communicate with the great thinker, the great master of knowledge!
Countless demons of knowledge were approaching the Palace of Thought, but they were not rioting. Instead, they were crawling. Although the demons of knowledge were chaotic themselves, they were also followers of the Thinker.

In fact, in essence, many knowledge demons are actually corrupt scholars!
The barrier of reality gradually cracked, and many bishops breathed rapidly for the great Lord they were about to meet!
for a long time.

Above the divine corpse, an illusory image was born, huge and boundless. The archbishop and many bishops prostrated themselves, gazing at the great Lord with fanaticism and piety.

The Thinker lowered his eyes and uttered a voice as loud as a huge bell:

“Who is praying?”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head. The archbishop and many bishops also seemed to sense something and raised their heads subconsciously.

The mausoleum shook slightly, and the entire dome was suddenly shattered. The Thinker's virtual image suddenly changed color:

"It's you!!"

A huge hand crushed down in front of the bishops' horrified gazes, completely smashing the Thinker's projection, and a cold voice said:
"I'll settle accounts with you later."

Immediately, the big hand grabbed the remains of the thinker and left.
The entire palace of thought fell into silence.

……

This is just the beginning.

White Star Country, Storm Country, North Ice Country, Fallen Country, Sky Country.
In the eight major countries except Donghong Country, each of them had a huge palm falling down, taking away the great divine remains sealed by each country!
Some people tried to resist, but it was useless.

Despite the news blockade, top leaders around the world are still in chaos, with various emergency meetings taking place one after another!
And at this moment, above the red moon.

Chen Xiang stared quietly at the eight great divine remains lying flat.

He gazed at the earth, a smile spread across his face, and he murmured to himself:

"It's time for the world to change. The war of gods is about to begin."

(End of this chapter)