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◎Cross the road of bones and you will see the end. ◎

But speaking of these, Ms. Meng Xia couldn't help raising new doubts,

"There is a problem with the direction of cultivation and understanding, why does the god never tell his believers, even the agent doesn't know?"

After all, the gods eat the resources of faith. If their subordinates are not strong and their power cannot be expanded, then for the gods, the power they hold in their hands will be reduced by infinite exploitation. Then this should be a negative cycle. For the gods themselves It's not good, right?

Even the Reaper Organization, judging from Sang Jiu's previous "treatment", at any rate, they are one-on-one, or one-on-two elite teaching... But I really didn't see any feedback from the middle. Gods, and based on this, the basis for judging the power of the gods.

"Actually, it's not necessary." Xia Zuo felt that Ms. Meng Xia and the 'Firefly' organization behind her were actually relatively well protected, perhaps because of the background of the members. "From the perspective of the gods, See, it's in their best interest to have an inexhaustible flow of believers, an inexhaustible supply, an inexhaustible supply...I mean in most cases."

Ms. Meng Xia was terrified.

She suddenly thought of the new people who are constantly emerging in the sinful city, and those who continue to die in various tragic ways...Indeed, everyone is silently accepting such a setting and situation──

But when it comes to thinking about the root cause, and the elements of these people coming and going, it has never been done before.

Even the Mohican man, who has a relatively meticulous personality and thoughts, has been calculating in logistics for so many years, and I'm afraid he didn't think of this...

It's not that they are ignorant, but that whenever their thoughts turn to this area, people will subconsciously ignore and forget this matter.

"It seems that you have noticed the problem."

Xia Zuo and the others noticed that this rather special contradictory time point was not much earlier than Ms. Meng Xia, mainly due to the fact that there was a 'special' control group like Sang Jiu, so Xia Zuo and Lu Qiya were cross-compared .

Furthermore, Lukia intentionally and continuously posted relevant proofs on the Sin City forum in the form of hackers, and found out that they were 'erased' within a second.

There were a few times when Lukia's retracement speed was a little slower, and he was almost caught by the opponent's tail... Everyone couldn't imagine that if Lukia was really asked to "bring a guest" back , so how should they deal with it?

"But how dare they?"

Ms. Meng Xia remembers very clearly that even so, there are still a few big families in Sin City who are controlling it.

There are many long-lived elders in it. These people or these families are still closely related to the gods behind them, and many special ruthless characters do live longer than anyone else.

"I have never heard those people mention this matter, not to mention, their family is still walking in the footsteps of the gods..."

Xia Zuo said that this is a normal operation.

"If you think about it from another angle, if they didn't do this, it is very likely that no one will survive."

To feed or be fed, to pass on or to be destroyed, to be a murderer along with you or to stand up... How can the benefits and losses in this be calculated clearly in a few words?

──Especially when there are so many mouths behind these people, and so many juniors who need to be taken care of, it may be difficult to be fair and rational with whoever comes over to sit in the corresponding position.

"Even when the Creator first conceived us, He certainly didn't do much similar thinking, and acted purely based on intuition."

"Frankly speaking, it is not easy for Him to be willing to correct and adjust the spoiled plot for us."

Xia Zuo and Lucia talked about what the Creator did in each world, and finally came to this conclusion together.

The Creator has already spent time and energy to create a complete world for Xia Zuo and the others. Theoretically speaking, it is a personal matter and a matter of personal ability.

Whether it is the identity of the protagonist being replaced, or the robbing of due resources, fundamentally, this has nothing to do with the creator... What can be given has already been given there, and there is no way to get it , It is their own movements that are a step slower.

But the Creator not only turned around immediately, but also was willing to pull out the urgently discovered bugs for revision, which is quite commendable in the eyes of Xia Zuo and the others.

Perhaps this is why it is always difficult to increase the number of followers of the Creator, and it often takes very, very hard training to grow such a scale.

"Maybe it's because we all came from the same world."

Ms. Meng Xia thought she had a special right to speak about this, so she answered Xia Zuo's words seriously:

"In the world we were originally in, everyone had the most basic right to survive, to have their own independent life and compensation, and to have children and inherit or do what they wanted."

"He also came from such a background, so in this respect, he has a special sense of resonance. That's why he is so tolerant and accepts everyone's ideals and makes all kinds of commendable 'services' for everyone."

However, Xia Zuo couldn't help showing a mysterious smile on his face after hearing Ms. Meng Xia's words.

"Then let me ask another question."

"Ms. Meng Xia, do you think that the world you 'originally' lived in is 'real'?"

"Or is it actually a serious arrangement with your 'Firefly' organization to live in a different world line, to fight against other gods, and it is also likely to be just a small world written by the creator?"

This question...such a question...is this going to be a problem?

Meng Xia has struggled to survive in the evil city for a long time. She thinks that she has already seen all the evil, and she can keep her face unchanged in the face of various emergencies.

But now, Ms. Meng Xia finally knows that she has not been able to be indifferent to timidity for a long time, nor does she have her own unique point of view on everything, nor does she think that it is a small problem.

"I haven't thought about it."

Ms. Meng Xia looked at Xia Zuo quite calmly, and told him very honestly.

"Therefore, I think we need to go back and look at every detail here from another angle." Xia Zuo was not too surprised, and when Ms. Meng Xia showed a shamed expression, he showed a cold and cold expression Said: "It doesn't matter, it's because we had a fierce quarrel because of this kind of thing as early as the very beginning."

It’s just that Xia Zuo still feels that it is necessary to discuss this matter with Ms. Meng Xia... It’s a pity that things are indeed as simulated and deduced by Lucia—even if the creator really has him The world that was originally born was even as good as Ms. Meng Xia and others──but if so, it might still be a non-real time and space.

"Through our communication with people in several worlds, the results obtained from the communication show that the creator should be one of the gods, but his thoughts and actions are different from everyone else, so many actions must be concealed under the circumstances."

"And judging from the fact that Hui Yu, the 'God of Withering', approached in the previous world, intending to assassinate Yu and absorb the creator's power, the control of the gods in the royal court and the consolidation of the throne are not secure."

"People's beliefs are their 'anchor', but belief alone is obviously not enough. I am afraid that blood and bones are needed to sculpt and feed them, so that they can be purified and gain greater energy. "

Ms. Meng Xia felt that the statement in it was a bit convoluted, but this did not prevent her from extracting the part most relevant to herself.

"Then we are now intensively targeting other forces. Even if we can't replenish the Creator's energy, we can indeed share his worries and relieve his labor."

"However, there is a very critical question here, that is, the Death Organization, and when the Creator returns, will the 'Death Consul' immediately return to Him?"

Xia Zuo shook his head, saying that this matter is also something they are quite concerned about.

"Even if the thrones of other gods are unstable, and the 'anchor' disappears and becomes weak due to being seized, they will not die because of this, but will instead focus their attention on the position of the consul."

The sinful city is the ultimate battlefield between the gods and gods.

So it is very important to take root here, who can survive the final battle represents their future, and absorbs and expands the people who can absorb the power of faith in the future.

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"Sang Jiu, do you think the Creator will give us new instructions after seeing Gou Liuye's situation?"

Lukia was shaking her white and tender feet, and there was a bit of cold wind blowing on the balcony. There was a sharp contrast between Sang Jiu, who was dressed in copper and iron, and Sang Jiu, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

Artificial intelligence is often the most rational in calculating the pros and cons of this kind of gain and loss, and the analysis is fast and accurate, and there is no need for any extra emotional parameters.

But this does not mean that artificial intelligence will not have such things as 'intuition', and they are likely to smell the crisis first because of this.

"What instruction do you wish the Creator could give?"

What Sang Jiu was most worried about was that the three views of Lukia and Xia Zuo might be inconsistent in the sinful city... After all, there are too many helplessness and grievances here, as well as injustices that happen anytime and anywhere And other issues.

If Lucia and Xia Zuo were to make a move, Sang Jiu could not strictly blame their 'correctness'; but this kind of 'nosy' behavior really had a very high possibility of getting them back into trouble.

Fortunately, both Lukia and Xia Zuo are highly adaptable in this area, and sometimes the two of them are the first to tell Sang Jiu not to be impulsive, which greatly reduces Sang Jiu's troubles and makes people feel funny endlessly.

"Well, you don't need to give instructions. I just think that the Creator should really want to end these things."

Lukia pouted and touched the necklace on her chest... There is another partner in the same world as her, who may be in a deep sleep all the time due to lack of energy or other unknown reasons among

"I think, if the Creator finds it troublesome, He can also directly create another world by himself, and let us all move there to live."

"If other gods want to quarrel, let them quarrel. The creator obviously doesn't like to do this kind of thing. Anyway, many people are not innocent. If one accidentally walks into a dead end, it is because they are not enough. Strong, not hard enough, isn't it?"

"According to your thinking, of course it is not impossible. Just add it up. I am afraid that the pressure that the Creator itself needs to bear will be tens of thousands of times greater than we thought."

Sang Jiu shook her head, and made a dangerous observation from the other side,

"And have you ever thought that it is very likely that the Creator has long thought about and implemented this method...but he didn't succeed, and other gods kept looking for it, so there was a situation of giving up? "

This is indeed possible, maybe returning to the original world is also based on this reason.

"So let's just wait." Sang Jiu looked at Lukia, who was in deep thought, and patted the other person on the shoulder comfortingly, "We see things one-sidedly, so instead of constantly guessing by ourselves, we might as well wait obediently for the Creator to do it." Make a decision and act accordingly.”

Seeing Xia Zuo appearing in the distance, Sang Jiu signaled to Lu Qiya: "It just so happens that Xia Zuo and Ms. Meng Xia should have finished their discussion, and we just want to hear their conclusions."

We sincerely hope to hear more news about our companions, and hope to hear instructions from the Creator.

"The area of ​​the evil city is shrinking. Judging from the information obtained by 'Firefly', even if we hadn't been in it to sow discord in the near future, probably other forces will fight soon."

The news that Xia Zuo brought back is not good. For the few people who are still holding on to fish in troubled waters at this stage, it is a relatively cheap way to act.

However, the area of ​​the sinful city is getting smaller, but the daily increase in population is the same, and the number of disappearing people is like a roller coaster, which is difficult to grasp.

"Because this also simultaneously affects the operation of the Death Organization, the Consul will become extremely busy in the near future. No one can give a definite answer to where the situation will go next."

One can only be sure that when the gods put down their weapons, their thrones will probably be built with bones to a higher level, right?

Can you see the end?Regarding this, no one is sure.

"What is relatively certain at the moment is that the gods will descend silently and participate in the battle in the appearance of ordinary people like us."

Xia Zuo described it as serious, looked at Sang Jiu and Lucia very seriously, and reminded:

"That is to say, if there are new partners who recover in the future and are ready to join our team... I am afraid that everyone must first check and confirm repeatedly before they can be accepted into our team Middle is."

This can be a shocking, mistrust-filled display for a new member.But no one has the means to make corrections in this regard, and even for the good of everyone, they can only be stricter than anyone else, lest these guys with the power to destroy the world will really turn the whole world upside down.

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That night.

Alfred worked overtime alone again, and sent Kingsley and Shannathan back to 'rest'.

The painting 'The Dinner of the Gods' has gradually become restless recently, and it seems that something is trying to break free from it, making this already extremely tired intern consul have to allocate more energy to strengthen it every day .

This is also the reason why Alfred never specifically contacted Sang Jiu when he found out that Sang Jiu had returned...Because he was worried that the two brothers and sisters came from the same source, and the Death Organization would take Sang Jiu Sacrificial to the 'dinner of the gods', used to strengthen the prohibition above.

"Who!"

The blue-haired trainee consul suddenly threw the document out, his eyes sharp, as if he wanted to see through the opponent's disguise from a distance, but he quickly discovered that his attack did not get the desired feedback.

──The ability of the visitor is obviously higher than his own!

This is troublesome, and because there are a lot of very important and precious materials in the house of the 'Reaper Consul', and it is very sensitive to various forces, it is very easy to self-destruct if you are not careful.

Jinsili and Shannathan's strength is not bad, but they should be equal to Sang Jiu, so it doesn't matter if they stay in this room... But when the strength of the visitor is higher than that of Alfred, This really worried the blue-haired boy.

"I'm a little surprised to see you take care of this place as if I just left." Unexpectedly, a voice that was so familiar and made Alfred's eyes warm in an instant suddenly sounded at this moment .

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a simple white shirt, light blue trousers, a red baseball cap on his head, and a pair of eyes like cold stars was holding the ball that Alfred had just thrown. file, looking at him with a smile.

"Thank you." Alfred heard the man say solemnly and rarely.

In the past, the Reaper Consul had to deal with a lot of things every day. Therefore, even if he still led the two apprentices quite seriously, the attention he could give them was always limited.

Sang Jiu's experience was far worse than Alfred's, so whether it was the Reaper Consul himself or Alfred, most of them paid more attention to Sang Jiu──

What's more, Sang Jiu is still the prey of other gods, trying to influence Sang Jiu to interfere in the decision-making and operation of the Reaper Consul in many matters.

Therefore, after Alfred took over the work of the tutor, he never thought about asking for foreign aid, nor did he think about how long he could support himself. s things.

But it wasn't until the mentor said something like this that Alfred realized... that he was eager to hear someone say such a word to him.

Giving, endless giving is not a problem.No matter how tired and hard he worked, he would not feel afraid.

Especially knowing that someone is always watching him, relying on him, and needing him...for Alfred, that is the most precious source of motivation.

"If you come back, then I must hand it over to you as soon as possible, and report to you carefully what happened during this period of time."

Alfred was relieved, and said happily and with ease:

"Don't worry, Jinsili and the others' wrists are not bad, except that everyone is indeed a little overworked, but the overall operation is pretty smooth."

"According to the handbook you left earlier, we did find that the area of ​​the sinful city is constantly shrinking, and the foundation of many gods is unstable, so they began to panic, hoping to start from our side."

While talking, Alfred looked at Zhuo Fu with concern, and said seriously:

"Regarding your recovery, I believe that many people have some ideas... But more people plan to take advantage of the troubled waters to fish, or you will stay here first, and then force them?"

Zhuo Fu nodded inwardly, feeling that this apprentice was really right.Compared to Sang Jiu who can only guess the outline so far, Alfred has already pointed to the center and discussed with himself about follow-up actions.

"Yes, I didn't intend to release the news of my return, but I didn't plan to stay in the house either."

Some battles cannot be replaced by Alfred and others if they want to help, and Zhuo Fu knows the key to it.

The godhead and the gods are inseparable, without special methods to strike, even if the power of these gods is reduced, it will be difficult to deal a devastating blow to them.

Fortunately, Zhuofu's power has returned a lot. Fang Fang, the little elf, had a good meal before, and now he can assist Lukia in battle remotely, and let Zhuofu clearly know the progress of "Firefly" in other worlds.

"Ah?" Hearing what the instructor said, Alfred was a little disappointed and full of worry at the same time, "In this case, do you need to use the reception room you left earlier for the office of Kingsley and the others? "

At the very least, Alfred can use the problem with the painting 'The Dinner of the Gods' as an excuse, so that Kingsley and Shannathan can switch places, so as not to let them notice the presence of the mentor, and even damage the mentor's breath. good thing.

"No, I can stay in the painting if I need it." Zhuo Fu shook his head and smiled at Alfred: "Don't worry, the matter will end soon, and I won't keep you waiting too long."

The office is not very important to Zhuo Fu. He currently needs to roam around with high mobility, so the more hidden and less known is important.

...Theoretically, Zhuo Fu should not have appeared in front of Alfred at all today, but because he saw the apprentice so tired, Zhuo Fu believed that it is also very important to give the other party a certain amount of faith to support him .

Zhuo Fu is not the kind of person who will squeeze his subordinates without limit: the limit that everyone can bear is very different, and there is no need to force it because of this.

"However, as the first day back, I can help you approve all the documents." Zhuo Fu blinked, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a relaxed tone: "As for your little brother, I don't know if he has You didn't learn to be good from the lessons you gave before...or else you'll go out on behalf of the teacher tomorrow."

The blue-haired boy couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard the words, and Zhuo Fu himself felt a little guilty because of the flashing light inside——Okay, okay, the previous "farewell without saying goodbye" was indeed a bit rushed, especially in the middle when Zhuo Fu was still there. The loss of memory was only made known to Zhuo Fu after the little elf Fang Fang re-unlocked the key documents and memory bank after the end of the last world.

"Cough...but it's only your part. Otherwise, if I handle too much, you will be suspected." Zhuo Fu himself and the elf Fang Fang can handle a lot of things, but it's a pity based on various considerations It's better to act low-key, so I have to let the other children keep busy.

"In terms of gods, you should have obtained four types of fire: thunder, earth, water, and fire, right?"

Alfred guessed Zhuo Fu's purpose, so he conscientiously told the instructor the news he had obtained from his side, so that the other party would not pay attention to being deceived... Although it should be difficult to deceive, But it's a risk after all.

"Yeah." Zhuo Fu nodded, a little curious about what Alfred would tell himself, "Sang Jiu and the others are going to deal with 'Feng' with 'Firefly'."

"It's like this. I heard that the light and the wind are preparing to cooperate. The dark part continues to sneak in, and it is difficult for people to grasp the direction of their travel."

When Alfred heard the tutor's answer, he repeated in his heart how dangerous it was, and almost made the tutor and Sang Jiubai busy,

"According to our inference, An An is not acting low-key and restrained, but intends to push other people to contend with you and consume your strength as much as possible."

The strength of the person who can have the last laugh is indeed not to be underestimated. Even if the gods are at the end of the road, the cards in their hands can't help but raise all their spirits to fight.

Darkness comes from the same source as the mentor, and the issues involved are quite complicated. Even if Alfred took the time to study and understand, he still couldn't fully analyze why the relationship between the mentor and other gods was so tense.

"Well, although you should have foreseen this and maybe dealt with it, I still hope that I can tell you..."

Zhuo Fu smiled slightly, feeling that it was not easy for Alfred, who had a cold appearance, to make such an expression.

But growth and transformation are always hard work. Perhaps it is precisely because I left without saying goodbye and fell into the quagmire of reincarnation temporarily that the unexpected changes occurred in Sin City.

"Then it should shrink faster and faster, and finally it will stagnate at about one-half."

In order to avoid causing Alfred to be too busy to collapse, Zhuo Fu thought about it and told his big apprentice in advance of his "deduction".

"You don't need to take in special people, or just hold specific people according to your needs."

"There will be a big reshuffle here soon, and many people will show their original shape, so you don't need to worry."

"As for the painting on the wall, if there are any changes, don't worry about it, just let it move." Zhuo Fu waved his hand confidently, and most of the crowd who were eating the 'truth' had already disappeared... As for the rest of the people, they gradually showed terrified expressions, as if they were greatly frightened, and kept trying to escape from the scene in the painting.

Only then did Alfred finally understand why he had the illusion that the painting was struggling a few days ago—it was not an illusion—it was because someone tried to escape the fire from the painting, but failed. It was because he was pushed back by himself.

"Afterwards... When the painting spontaneously combusts, don't worry about it." Zhuo Fu looked at the painting withered in silence, and said lightly: "Fate is something that sometimes doesn't If you want to control it, you can control it, and more often than not, even the written history will be elusive and costly.”

Alfred thought of Sang Jiu who had 'resurrected from the dead', and wondered if the mentor was moved by this?

It's just... The established history is not immutable, or the history that has been recorded is not the real history... So what can people believe?Who should rely on?

A seed is quietly planted without the owner's awareness, and no one will know what kind of towering tree or a small wild rose it will grow into until it blooms and bears fruit.

"Follow your request." Alfred didn't want to argue with the mentor at this time or make other statements. He deeply understood that no matter how much he said, the mentor still had his thoughts.

In case the sinful city is a virtual existence, Alfred doesn't know whether he will allow himself to set foot on that ark when the mentor is about to leave?

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Overnight, everyone in the sinful city is in danger.

The acting consuls have absolutely no intention of managing the increasingly severe situation in the city, as well as the increasingly violent and publicized conflicts.The death toll keeps rising, and many more are still missing.

The hinterland of the city and the available space are also getting less and less. Many big forces even woke up and lost their houses. They can only stand shivering on the street, just like the forces that were attacked and annexed by them before, weak and helpless.

The wave of denunciation was staged on the streets, but the governing hall was closed immediately, and the people of the Reaper Organization seemed to disappear collectively. Except for the documents that were still issued every day, there was no trace of their activities.

This has to make people suspect that the higher-ups already knew something, and there are other ways to deal with and save themselves, but they are unwilling to say it, probably because they want to benefit certain people...

But the opponent's fist is far bigger than your own. Even if you want to fight for benefits and obtain materials, everyone will only have a tendency to become more and more difficult.

Even Ms. Meng Xia had to turn around and get along with Sang Jiu and the others, otherwise more and more people would be injured in her family, but the equipment was enough, but the energy was not so sufficient.

"Is it because the gods continue to decline and die, so the materials in the past have also begun to be produced?" In the 'Firefly' organization, some people couldn't help asking corresponding questions, "And, that Xia Zuo and Lu Qiya have always been Don’t you find it strange that there is a way to meet our needs?”

To be able to reach this point in the sinful city, everyone's values ​​and judgments have already been increasingly distorted to a certain extent.

Although they don't look at others with suspicion every day, they never hesitate to use their best efforts to protect themselves.

"Instead of doubting them, we might as well pretend to be weak, and try to preserve our strength as much as possible before the other party wants to tear their face apart."

The Mohegan man doesn't care about smoking these days, and his melancholy has changed from pretend to real. He said with a gloomy expression:

"You should be grateful that they never threatened us with this, and were willing to provide it without asking..."

"Life is getting harder and harder now, and no one can understand the thinking of the higher-ups. We'd better prepare for the worst."

The life of 'Firefly' is much better than other people's, and if she complains, she will be punished by God.When everyone heard what the Mohican man said, it was really hard to say anything, so they all lowered their heads to avoid revealing too much of their emotions, and instead being beaten as a young bird.

"...Don't worry, if Sin City is really unstoppable, I will find a way to send you to other worlds for refuge in batches."

Ms. Meng Xia took a heavy breath, rubbed her brows wearily and said:

"It's not like we don't have many counts on this development. If anyone is dissatisfied with this, they can raise it openly, and I will give you priority to send you away."

Organizations follow their beliefs. Now that the enemy is clear, everyone has to prepare for battle and make various arrangements. There is simply no energy to bear those negative emotions.

──Fortunately, "Firefly" always has a way out, which makes them more stable and imaginative than other organizations.

"Don't worry, we are all people who have survived together until this time. Even if everyone has to feel a little weak in willpower, they will definitely be able to hold on."

Mohigan still couldn't help lighting the cigarette in his hand, and said without any focus in his eyes:

"Since we choose to fight with our companions, we will never doubt them easily, and we will abide by the agreement we made earlier."

"Yes! I feel the blessing of my lord, the last mile, no matter what, I have to finish it!"

"That's right, my daughter is still waiting for me to go back! If there is no story, how can I be worthy of my boast?"

"Well, anyway, I will be urged to marry when I go back. Instead of talking with those relatives, why don't I continue to escape here for a while!"

Regarding the issue of "returning to the original world", everyone in the "Firefly" organization has quite different ideas.

Now I bring it up again, apart from strengthening my own beliefs, there is also the intention to make everyone feel more relaxed.

──Look, you are not the only one who is working hard, nor is it only you who are experiencing the difficulties of struggling, and we are by the side.

──We believe that when everyone works together and crosses this hurdle, we will definitely see a clear sky and get a fruit that is far sweeter than what we paid.

"Then...the last part of the road, let us go on together!" After Ms. Meng Xia confirmed everyone's intentions again, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said arrogantly and arrogantly: " We are all old seniors! If we really behave weaker than the group of rookies next door, we will really have no face to face our lord, let alone return to life."

And Zhuo Fu didn't go to any of his own sites.

Sin City can be regarded as a world that he himself half constructed text and half hand-painted, so in fact, the authority that can be mobilized is far greater than others imagined, and it has a very high degree of flexibility.

According to the real result, the 'light' that Alfred mentioned has already been acquired by Zhuo Fu.

'Feng' is also making the final struggle, and it won't be long before the same start. Only 'Darkness', which was born with Zhuo Fu, has not yet figured out how to deal with it.

──But now Zhuo Fu is going to take back his 'spoils', so he is extra cautious, squatting silently at the back of a building, looking at the emptiness, broken doors and windows, and a few half-dead people, as if Walking around like zombies.

'Tinder' is something of the gods, and even if ordinary people want to use it, there are restrictions, or it should be said that there is basically no chance to use it.

Just like the world Xia Zuo was in before, the godheads are all fake, and it is impossible to divide them into pieces.

And some people who are quite pious because of their beliefs can get shelter or perform better because they burn their own souls, so they can reach heights that no one else can reach.

"Guarding the 'Tinder' is also an honorable and dangerous action." Zhuo Fu saw that those who were originally saved, but because they didn't understand, or the gods were unwilling to tell them before they fell, they became half-dead and desperate. The victim of human existence said helplessly: "It's a pity, if you can have an afterlife, I can only pray for you to have a good start."

But it's hard.

The soul has been polluted, even if it can leave the body, it is destined to become the nourishment of the 'fire'.

"But because I'm here, you can at least rest in peace after taking away the 'Fire'."

Zhuo Fu is not interested in other people's souls. As a being with the ability to create, he has no need to fight for things that he can easily handle.

"Well, let's get started!"

The fire of 'earth' is quite inconspicuous, dusty, like burnt charcoal, it seems that it will be annihilated with a light touch.

Because of this, before the gods who control the earth fall, their explosive combat power should not be underestimated...

Zhuo Fu can almost imagine that when Sang Jiu and the others led the disaster to the east, the god of 'earth' exploded under the siege, what happened to the other gods?