Ruoyi looked at Ruoxi, the goddess of time, in surprise.

It turned out that everything about her was under the gaze of this god. She wanted to ask the Goddess of Time why the demi-humans did not take action when they encountered disaster, but in the end she did not ask.

The calamity of the Asians is indeed an unreasonable disaster, but in fact it is a destined historical trend.

Not powerful enough, but possessing the secret of becoming a god, it is no wonder that the Pope of the Cologne Empire will have endless greed for demi-humans, and demi-humans have no sense of crisis from beginning to end, and they live a carefree life even if they leave the Emerald Forest.

A life of concern.

Simplicity is a beautiful quality in times of peace.

But in the midst of the turmoil it was sheer stupidity.

"You're wondering...why I don't help you."

Ruoxi, the goddess of time, looked at Ruoyi calmly:

"I am just a soul and have no ability to interfere with the lower world. Secondly, even if I help you, the fate of the demi-humans is still doomed. If you can stop one Cologne Empire, there will be thousands of Cologne empires. The only way is to fundamentally change the demi-human atmosphere.

Only in this way can the demi-humans be strong and have good character, otherwise the demi-humans will always become a vassal race."

She almost sighed and said:

"Ambition is actually very important to a group. No ambition means slow death. You can look at your king, King Winter, for this. He is the best example. There is no second one in the entire Northern Continent.

A king more greedy than him."

The corner of Xiwei's mouth twitched, and he couldn't tell for a moment whether the goddess of time was praising him or hurting him.

"Ambition alone is not enough." Death God Osiriste smiled: "If you don't have the strength and wisdom to match your ambition, you are just a fool at best. In addition, luck is also very important."

He glanced at Xiwei and meant something.

In terms of luck, Xiwei is obviously full. Being chosen by the Holy Dragon means being chosen by the entire world to a large extent.

The world almost revolves around Xi Wei.

Therefore, all the containers of several high-level gods appeared beside Xiwei intact, becoming Xiwei's help.

"Okay, the conversation ends here."

Osiriste's expression suddenly became serious.

"Xiwei, you came here to take away the artifact of time to help God Ruoyden, then you will inevitably release my polluted divine body. I don't know if you can defeat him, but you must defeat him.

If you fail, all is lost.”

He lowered his head slightly, hiding his chin in the shadow, and said in a cold tone: "Are you ready?

Osiristus was ready to die, but asked Xi Wei if he was ready.

Xiwei looked directly into those pristine eyes and nodded lightly.

Although it was only his first meeting, it did not affect his admiration for the God of Death.

He even suddenly felt that if the temperament of the God of Death were changed to that of the God of Light, would it be slightly better?

At least the four archangels should be more serious.

The God of Death did not speak, he just turned around silently and walked into the cabin calmly.

"Creak——!" The hourglass of time slowly tipped over, and the gravel in it began to fall in the opposite direction.

At the same time it's like opening Pandora's box.

The sound disappeared, the light also disappeared, the surrounding area was as dark as thick ink, and only the wooden house was shrouded in a dim light like blood.

“Creak, creak, creak—!”

Like a swarm of insects gnawing at a corpse, cold, slippery snake scales swam across the sand.

Everyone couldn't help but feel horrified.

Dark water surged from the cabin, and twisted shadows soared up to cover the sky.

The stars and rivers are upside down, the sun and the moon are sinking.

Gradually, the cabin was completely covered by darkness and disappeared.

There was a slight vibration on the ground.

Even the last trace of the sunset's bloody light has been eaten away.

The fishy smell of the sea tide, rotten tree roots, bubbling mud, skinless, bloody and bone-drenched tentacles, they are rolled and twisted, stuffed into the mind, stirring like a whirlpool!

"Wow!"

The sound of the wave ranged from vague to non-existent, to a roaring sound!

At a certain moment, Xiwei felt as if he was being wrapped in the cold sea water and his body was sinking rapidly.

He looked around, but nothing was visible. It seemed that he had returned to modern times. He was no longer the powerful King of Winter, but just an unlucky guy who fell into the deep sea.

Slippery and rotten seaweed wrapped around his body like a spider web.

Looking up, a whale covered with tentacles and eyeballs swims overhead.

A huge bloody eye in the abdomen stared at him indifferently, seeming to mock his insignificance.

Gradually I was able to see things around me again.

The densely packed corpses spread towards the distance.

Magnificent ravings roared in my mind!!

"cthulhufhtagn——!!"

The majestic boulders and pillars supporting the sky form a majestic city.

The green mud was up to the knees, and the city was dark and profound, exuding sinister and ominous malice like an abyss.

The raging sea current pushed Xiwei closer to the city that was like a giant mouth of the abyss. The walls and pillars were covered with twisted words, which were squirming like living insects. Chaotic roars came from deep underground, like the sea currents.

And broken corpses, rotten meat strips, eyeballs twisted to pieces and stuffed into the ears arbitrarily!

Xi Wei saw the majestic figure rising over the city.

It has a vague outline of a human, but it has the head of an octopus and its tentacles are dancing wildly.

The body surface is covered with dark green scales and gelatin.

It has beast-like limbs, a bloated body, giant claws, and a pair of narrow wings behind it.

The green mud on the ground is the mucus flowing from its body.

The huge green body staggered towards Xiwei, like a moving mountain.

"cahfahnaflmglw'nafhhh'ahorsyha'hah'legeth!"

It's talking.

Every word and every sentence is like a call from the mysterious hell.

It's like it's finally released after a long period of time, but it's not completely released. It's more like a cold and depressing temptation, a taunt like licking the skin.

Xiwei couldn't understand, but he "understood" it.

The monster was telling him to kneel down.

Make him surrender.

"I am the Winter King!"

Xiwei gritted his teeth and supported his body to stand firm despite the pressure of landslides and tsunamis.

"I don't have anyone to kneel to, only people to kneel to me!"

The mountain-like figure came closer, with a sarcastic emotion in its dark green eyes.

It stretched out a big hand and pressed it towards Xiwei, like a city made of rocks falling from the sky!

Just at this moment.

A thick black fog appeared in the sea current, and it quickly spread in front of Xiwei.

Osiristo's figure stood in front of Xi Wei, holding up a huge hand as big as the sky with one hand, and holding the sickle tightly with the other.

He looked back at Xiwei, which was also his last look at Kane and Shenglong.

This look was filled with relief, relief, and no nostalgia.

Then he turned around, chopped off the giant hand with a knife, and turned into a dark sky to attack the giant shadow in the city.

"Cthulhu...die!"
Chapter completed!