It is said that I convince people with reason

That's right. In fact, I have already made a decision. I just..." He didn't say anything else. He suddenly bowed solemnly and thanked the elder in front of him, "In any case, thank you for helping me make up my mind. "

When he raised his head again, the confusion on the young man's face was wiped away. It was as if the shadow that had been hanging over his head for many days had disappeared at this moment, and a look of seeing the way forward reappeared on his face. and an unwavering look of hope.

This made Muga, who was watching his retreating figure, particularly happy. There is quite a sense of joy in bringing the confused Holy Son back to the right path.

Muga didn't know that after this conversation, His Royal Highness the Holy Son, who was inspired by him, turned around and found Gattuso, the master of the Royal Palace, and had a private and secret conversation, and no third person knew about their conversation. .

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A few days later, the war between the Samsaras and the Allied Forces of the Elan Continent was about to break out again. Everyone was very skilled in preparing for battle. After all, this has been the norm for this period of time. As long as they don't die, Just beat him to death.

But this time, something was obviously wrong.

The Samsaras, who had already gained an overwhelming upper hand, took the lead in launching a battle. However, they actually did not press forward with force. Instead, they just set up a formation, as if they were hitched to the bowstring of a long arrow, seemingly ready to attack at any time. It was possible to shoot the arrow, but there was no movement.

This is the most dangerous moment.

Of course, the Yilan continental coalition forces, which were already at a disadvantage, would not take the initiative to attack because of this. Instead, they took a cautious defensive stance, and everyone was extremely vigilant.

"What kind of trick are you playing?"

Muga, who was better at wiping out the evil gods' minions and heretics in a small team rather than commanding large-scale operations, was a little confused. The perception brought by the saint's rank made him feel an extremely uncomfortable feeling inexplicably. It was a wonderful feeling, but no matter what, I couldn't find out where the danger came from, I couldn't help but frowned tightly.

He suspected that these evil gods' minions were brewing some insidious conspiracy. While he was on guard, he wanted to remind His Royal Highness the Son to be careful.

A figure suddenly walked out of the flying objects in the Samsara camp. He stood in mid-air, looking over here.

Wearing a black robe that is standard for cultists, but with an aura completely different from that of the Truth Seminar, he is the number one target of hatred in the heart of the temple, the Pope of the True God Religion, Du Lan.

Under Muga's vigilant gaze, Du Lan spoke with a smile on his face: "Your Highness, the right time and place today, the agreement between you and me should be fulfilled."

As he said this, he stretched out his right hand from the wide black robe, with his palm upward, making an invitation gesture: "The few days specially reserved for you will be enough for His Highness the Holy Son to handle it with peace of mind. ‌All the bonds in this world now..."

"—Come on, you should have stood with us."

"???" Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, even the reincarnators. After all, they didn't know what agreement this guy had secretly made with the Son of the World.

Moreover, the meaning of these words is clearly...

No way, no way, it’s not really what they think, right?

The eyes of some reincarnations looking at Du Lan changed. They were full of shock and admiration, but also a bit jealous and resentful that someone actually ate alone behind everyone's back.

In contrast, the situation on the Yilan Continental Alliance Army's side was not right, and the crowd had become noisy.

"What are you talking about?" "Fart! How could His Majesty the Holy Son reach an agreement with such a person?" "It must be a deliberate attempt to alienate..."

The crowd was noisy. Although most of them were insulting Du Lan, there was still an uncontrollable panic spreading, as if these noisy voices were actually covering up their inner panic.

Muga, who had always felt something was wrong, vaguely guessed something, and his face suddenly turned ugly, as if the bad premonition before had finally come true.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

He quickly turned around to look for someone.

But at the next moment, there seemed to be an inexplicable force coming from the side, like an invisible air flow blowing across his body, making him unable to move for a moment. The blood in the body seemed to be slowly cooling down under a chill.

——That’s the bloodline spell!

There is only one person who can cast the bloodline spell that can catch him without any precautions...

"Gattuso—" Muga stood stiffly on the spot, looking at the person who appeared next to him with wide eyes.

Gattuso, the master of the royal palace, grinned in his eyes that were filled with shock and anger, but his smile was a little helpless.

"Sorry, I'll keep an eye on you for him. This is what I promised His Highness the Son."

He sighed softly.

"Old man, just be a quiet bystander for now."

Muga understood everything. He looked at the other party in disbelief: "You are going to betray..."

His voice was quickly interrupted, and Gattuso shook his head slightly: "No, it's not betrayal. At least, I'm not fighting for the gods."

He cast his gaze forward.

The back of the young man who appeared at an unknown moment was reflected in his pupils.

That figure stood in front of everyone, standing upright and silent, bearing the looks of surprise, astonishment, and questioning from countless people.

Gattuso's vision blurred for a moment.

For some reason, he recalled the secret conversation between the two when the young man suddenly came to his door not long ago.

"... Your Highness, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. This is the best way I can think of, while preserving most people."

"Then... Muga..."

"He doesn't know. At the critical moment, I hope you can contain him and avoid unnecessary risks. Whether it is for everything to go smoothly or for the safety of Mr. Muga."

Facing Gattuso's surprised eyes, the young man said this.

"... You should understand that even if you can save the lives of all people in the Yilan continent, accepting the rule of the evil god is undoubtedly a betrayal of our Lord. The temple will never agree. The reason why I choose to tell you is because I know very well that Mr. Muga will never betray the faith of the temple. You are different. You can choose to blaspheme in order to save everyone."

At this point, the young man showed a calm smile.

"And I, an unpious god-favored person, have made the same choice as you."

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"... I'm here."

In mid-air, the young man quietly greeted Du Lan, who was smiling, and said softly.

Du Lan looked at him with extremely bright eyes, as if he was looking at a human-shaped gold mine - as the savior who had been cultivated by the world with all his last source, he was simply a walking source. Once he turned against the world, the world would completely lose its last resistance.

Du Lan smiled and said, "Your Highness the Son of God..."

But his voice was drowned out by more voices -

"Your Highness the Son of God!"

Almost at the same time as him, the shouts from more people reached the young man's ears.

The young man turned around and saw countless anxious and shocked faces.

Although they didn't know what was going on, they wanted to stop what was about to happen in their own way, so that everything could be saved. Or, let His Highness the Son of God not take an irreversible step.

The expression on the young man's face was a little complicated.

Before he could speak, Du Lan smiled and said, "It's really touching." His tone was full of sighs, "Your Highness, look, there are so many people who still trust you until now. Do you have the heart to let them be deceived by lies, fight for an ending that is destined to be irreversible, and then die?"

As he said this, he spread his hands: "And how many people trust you like this in the entire Yilan Continent? Every time we delay, perhaps countless people will die in natural disasters... Your Highness, can you bear it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" "Your Highness, don't be bewitched by the minions of the evil god..."

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He was like a director who weaves a script behind the scenes and stepped onto the stage for the first time. He bowed under the gaze of countless audiences, with indescribable excitement in his eyes and a hint of pity in his tone:

"What a group of poor people who have been deceived. Until now, they still don't know the truth... All along, this world has been nothing but a thing in the palm of my Lord's hand. It's just to avoid too intense resistance and a dead end, so I patiently play with you and slowly harvest in reincarnation after reincarnation."

He once again let his signature tool man Louis An appear, and Louis An, who knew his role well, also cooperated and showed the truth that he had shown to the Son of the World to everyone again, without any mercy.

No need to elaborate too much, he is a living proof.

Saint King Louis An, the hero who killed gods in the epic, now stands in front of everyone as a lackey of the evil god, bringing a faith-shattering impact to the entire Yilan continent.

At this moment, all the reverence that once existed turned into resentment, and all the praise turned into vicious curses.

These curses were not only directed at the Saint King, but also at the Holy Son who was obviously preparing to imitate the Saint King.

The indifferent boy had silently made all preparations. He cut open his heart and slowly pressed the fairy-like demon seed into his heart.

His voice sounded word by word.

"The shadow master outside the void, the infinite snake that devours the world... I offer you a sacrifice as the last god-favored person in this world..."

In an instant, countless blue lights burst out from the boy's heart, and it seemed that thousands of blue threads pierced his body and continued to spread to the surrounding space, and rules were manifested one by one.

As the son of the world who carries the last origin of this world, his betrayal is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

As a demon seed carrying the principles of the Devouring World Serpent, when it established a connection with the Son of the World, the principles of the Devouring World Serpent naturally touched the deepest source of the world consciousness that was closely connected to the Son of the World, and began to erode the last principles of this world.

——It was just like the prodigal son directly told the enemy where his old father's last escape boat was hidden, completely cutting off his old father's hope of making a comeback.

Swish——

Endless light bloomed from the boy's body, and the aura of the Devouring World Serpent continued to spread, and the principles of the entire world were in turmoil.

The world consciousness, which was still struggling for the last time, suddenly fell silent and could not resist at all.

The next moment, it was dark.

An indescribable and unimpressive huge shadow enveloped the whole world in an instant. The silk thread woven by the law seemed to be entangled by countless shadows. Under the entanglement of countless shadow tentacles, the world seemed to have become a glass bead in a net bag.

Everything around seemed to solidify, and everyone seemed to have become a bug solidified in amber.

The supreme existence has descended.

Just sensing that breath, everyone felt that their thinking seemed to stagnate and fell into a deep and endless nightmare. This is far more terrifying than the evil god recorded in the so-called black rain disaster.

——"Snake that Devours the World!"

A name flashed through the consciousness like lightning. Then Du Lan's words were remembered.

"So... everything is fake..."

"God-killing?... How ridiculous..."

Shock, fear, frustration, despair... Amidst the impact of various emotions, everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to the pale and thin figure.