Journey to the witch world

"Ding! The search is over. According to the database information, there are three gods related to gold and mountains."

The sound of the chip sounded.

"1. Gorya, the phantom god, is a god transformed from the Gorya Mountains. He is a fourth-level life form. In ancient times, he was originally a mountain peak. Later, he was influenced by the spiritual world and ignited the divine fire to open up wisdom."

"2. Pele, the goddess of wealth, is said to be the owner of the first gold coin in the world after the social trading system was formed. She is good at acquiring wealth through trade and is a fourth-level life form."

"3. The Golden Mountain God, Philaro, is a mine containing a large amount of gold. In ancient times, the God of Slaughter buried three sacred fires in it, thus giving birth to the Golden Mountain God."

Three messages appeared in front of Enzo.

Among them, the first and second items are obviously not consistent with the situation at hand, so they are directly eliminated, leaving only the last item.

"Golden mountain god, Fila Luo!"

Enzo narrowed his eyes and looked at the information searched from the chip database. There was not much recorded on it, and even the level of this god could not be determined.

The golden mountain god, Philaro.

This is an ancient god, but he is an extremely low-key existence. Few people have even heard of him. They only know that this god is a follower of the God of Slaughter and is responsible for managing treasures for the God of Slaughter.

If the golden mountain peak that appears on the horizon is really a god, then it is very likely that it is the golden mountain god Philaro.

"Could it be... a trap?" Enzo hesitated.

Ever since he discovered the giant man-eating mouth in the Kingdom of God, Enzo has been extremely vigilant and extremely cautious about any abnormal situations.

The golden peak suddenly appeared, and it seemed to be particularly high-profile, as if it was just to attract people to get closer. I don’t know why.

"No matter what, you can't sit still and wait for death."

Then, Enzo shook his head and set off towards the direction of the Golden Peak. No matter what was going on there, he had to get closer to understand it.

…

On the barren land, golden light shines.

A mountain peak made entirely of gold stood abruptly on the spot. The golden light was very conspicuous, almost shining on the entire world of the Kingdom of God.

brush!

With a soft sound, the goddess of the night Luciles appeared on the spot, followed closely by the giant spider god Qiluo and the goddess of crying Heraya.

"Golden Mountain Peak?"

Luciles looked at the towering golden mountain peaks in front of her, with a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes. In her memory, there was no information about the golden mountain god Philaro.

Therefore, it is impossible to infer what this golden mountain peak represents.

"The breath of divine fire comes from here." Qiluo spoke softly from the side.

The huge mountain range is entirely made of gold, but it exudes a special aura, full of majesty and sacredness. It is the divine fire that even the gods dream of.

"It seems like... I've seen it there?"

At this time, Helaya suddenly frowned and looked at the golden mountain peak in front of her. She suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, but she could not confirm it.

From surviving in ancient times to the present, Heraya has too many memories stored in her mind, so even if she has heard information about the Golden Mountain God, she may not be able to remember it.

"Ah! I remembered."

Suddenly, Heraya's eyes lit up and she said, "In ancient times, Hershey once invited me to a banquet, right on the top of this golden mountain!"

"The God of Killing, Hershey?"

Luciles frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "That guy was already the God of Dominance in ancient times. You are not his follower. Why would he invite you to the banquet?"

"What about the Lord of Dominance?"

Helaya shrugged and said proudly, "In ancient times, Hershey once pursued me. In order to please me, he took me to climb this golden mountain."

Lucilece rolled her eyes.

Naturally, she would not completely believe Heraya's words. The hierarchy among the gods was strict. As a dominant god, Hershey could just hook her fingers if she wanted to get the Weeping Goddess. There was no need to pursue her at all.

The truth of the matter should be that Helaya, one of the three beautiful gods, took the initiative to sacrifice herself in order to seek the blessing of the God of Killing. As a dominant god, the God of Killing only regarded Helaya as a plaything.

"Have you been to this golden mountain?" Qiluo asked.

Helaya nodded, a look of memories appeared on her face, and murmured: "That was what happened in ancient times. I had just been promoted to the God of the World, and Hershey, the God of Slaughter, was only the God of the Gods."

"The two of us spent a pleasant night on the top of this golden mountain. Although that guy's character is a bit cruel, I have to say that his skills are pretty good..."

"That's enough, shut up."

Luciles frowned and interrupted Helaya's narration. She was not interested in the love affair between the Weeping Goddess and the God of Slaughter at all. She just wanted to know whether there was a divine fire in this golden mountain.

"I don't know about that."

Helaya shrugged and said helplessly, "When Hershey pursued me, she only said that this golden mountain was his treasure, and she didn't reveal anything else."

Lucilece frowned slightly and was about to continue saying something when she suddenly saw a figure moving rapidly towards the Golden Mountain.

"Is that... the son of killing?" Qiluo said.

Luciles snorted coldly, turned into a ray of light and disappeared from the place, appearing directly at the foot of the Golden Mountain, stopping the son of murder.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"

The Son of Slaughter, whose face was covered with marks, was a human male with an extremely thin body, like a skeleton. He made a hoarse and sharp voice, waved the long serrated knife in his hand, and slashed forward.

In the same place, Lucilece's face was expressionless.

Facing the attack of the Son of Slaughter, she had no intention of dodging. The invisible power of the night acted like a barrier, blocking the opponent's attack.

The next moment, Lucy Rice raised her hand.

The artifact, the Sword of Night, appeared in her hand. Luciles slowly walked up to the Son of Slaughter, and stabbed the Sword of Night into his heart.

rub!

The Son of Slaughter, who was trapped in place by the power of the night, watched helplessly as his heart was pierced by the sword of night, but he could not move at all. A look of horror mixed with relief appeared on his face, and his eyes eventually lost their luster.

Strictly speaking, the body controlled by the god of killing is no longer a human being. He has long lost his own will and acts solely based on his killing instinct.

"Say your name, human."

Pulling out the Sword of Night that pierced the heart of the Son of Slaughter, Lucileth gracefully wiped the blood, then looked at the corpse and spoke indifferently.

"Potter," the corpse answered.

All creatures killed by the Sword of Night will become puppets of the artifact, even the Sons of Slaughter controlled by the God of Slaughter.

The power of the Sword of Night obliterated his soul, but it also controlled his body and mind, turning him into a puppet-like creature.

"Why do you want to get close to the Golden Mountain?"

Lucileth asked again. The son of murder named Potter had long lost his will, but he was still attracted to the Golden Mountain. Apparently there were some special reasons.

"I am eager to contribute everything to the God of Slaughter!"

Potter's voice was calm as he answered, but it shocked Luciles and the other three gods. They looked at each other and saw each other's shock.

"Hershey is still alive?"

Helaya exclaimed, since the purpose of Porter coming to the Golden Mountain is to contribute everything he has to the God of Slaughter, it seems to mean that the legendary God of Slaughter who has fallen is not what everyone imagined.

Maybe he has died, but it is possible that he still retains a part of his soul to complete his resurrection under certain circumstances.

If this is the case, it would be a bit scary to think about it!

The Temple of Slaughter and the Son of Slaughter may both be Hershey's back-up plan for resurrection. As for the gods who were attracted, they all became the prey of the God of Slaughter.

"I don't know if the God of Killing is alive."

Potter shook his head stiffly and said, "Everything is guided by the mark. My consciousness has long been swallowed up by the desire to kill. Strictly speaking, I have already died."

"Then..." Helaya opened her mouth and wanted to continue asking questions, but at this moment, energy fluctuations suddenly came from around her.

Around the Golden Mountain, all the Sons of Slaughter were attracted by the golden light and gathered here, including Jorah.

Boom!

The earth trembled, huge cracks appeared, and a towering tree rose from the ground. On the main trunk, which was as thick as a mountain, an old face appeared, with an indifferent luster in its eyes that looked down on all living beings.

On the branches of the giant tree, a drow appeared like a hunter. He looked at the golden mountain in the distance, with a lustrous luster in his eyes, but he tried his best to restrain his desire.

brush!

Above the sky, a huge black snake crawled out from the clouds. When it saw the goddess of the night, it spurted out a stream of black flames without hesitation, as if it had the ability to corrode everything.

"Dream Mirror!"

Qiluo, the giant spider god, took a step forward and did not attack in the form of a giant spider. Instead, she pushed forward with both hands calmly like a middle-aged woman.

Traces of divine power intertwined like silk threads, and finally converged into a mirror, swallowing up all the black flames spit out by the Black Snake God, turning them into silver butterflies flying all over the sky.

The power of dreams, this is the ability possessed by the Giant Spider God. She was originally the dream weaver of ancient strange beasts, and she was best at creating illusions.

"The god of green trees, Ge Weng!"

Luciles ignored the Black Snake God and looked solemnly at the giant tree. The other party was Gweng, the God of Green Trees, who had clashed with the three goddesses not long ago.

Wow!

As the giant tree trembled, the huge body transformed into the form of an old man. Ge Weng's cold eyes scanned the three goddesses, with a hint of murderous intention on his face.

Luciles was fearless and met Ge Weng's eyes. Qiluo on the side looked solemn and stared at the black snake god not far away. As for Helaya, she was obviously a little afraid and took two steps back.

"We meet again, little spider."

Ge Weng ignored the giant spider god Qiluo and the weeping goddess Helaya on the side. He seemed to only have eyes on the night goddess Luciles, who seemed to be the only one who could pose a threat to him.

brush!

Above the sky, the Black Snake God also turned into a stream of light and landed on the ground. Frederica stared at Luciles with cold eyes, her face full of hatred, like a poisonous snake that might bite at any time.

"Are you...that black snake?"

At this time, Qiluo seemed to recognize Frederica and asked in surprise.

At the beginning, the goddess of the night fell into a deep sleep and locked all the enemies who might have threatened her into the maze of night. Among them, the old snake Frederica was one of the only half-parties.

Therefore, Qiluo was deeply impressed by him.

"My name is Frederica, the God of Black Snakes!" Old Snake Frederica said coldly.

Luciles frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised in her heart, but she didn't pay too much attention to it. Even if the Black Snake was promoted to a god, it was just a weak new god.

"Unexpectedly...even you became a god!"

However, Qiluo on the side had a solemn expression. The three gods had joined forces before to barely defeat Ge Weng, the god of green trees, but now the opponent has also found a helper. If they fight again, the outcome is uncertain.

At the same time, near Golden Mountain.

More and more auras appear, most of them are the attracted sons of killing, as well as some demigod creatures that exist in the world of the Kingdom of God itself.

It seems that the appearance of the Golden Mountain has brought many beings together.

In the distance, on the wasteland.

Enzo emerged from the shadows, and the Killing Crow was taken back into his body, madly conveying an emotion of longing. However, Enzo did not continue to approach the golden mountain.

"There's definitely something wrong!"

Enzo was very sure in his heart. The sudden appearance of the Golden Mountain attracted the Son of Slaughter and the gods. Obviously there were some problems, and approaching it rashly might not be a good thing.

"Golden Mountain God, Philaro..."

On the same spot, Enzo's eyes flickered as he looked at the golden mountain peaks in the distance and murmured to himself. Although according to the large database of the chip, he knew that the God of Slaughter once had a subordinate god named Ferraro.

However, the Golden Mountain that appeared in the distance had not revealed a breath of life until now, so it was impossible to determine whether it was the Golden Mountain God Philaro.

"Let's observe the situation first!"

Enzo's heart moved, and he hid his body in the shadows again, and at the same time summoned shadow crows to fly towards the Golden Mountain.

Using this method, he can get the information he wants without putting himself in danger. The Shadow Crow is a natural scout, small in size and good at concealment. Even the gods can hardly detect it without paying attention. .

"That's...Jorah?"

Suddenly, through the vision of the shadow crow, Enzo saw a familiar figure shrouded in black robes, with a blood-red blade embedded in his left arm. It was Jorah.

At this time, Jorah has given up his identity as a wizard and advanced to the third level on the path of the Son of Slaughter. His aura is extremely disordered. Although he has not yet been swallowed up by the will to kill, he is approaching the Golden Mountain uncontrollably, just like other killings. Like his son.