The joint scholars are still fighting, and while they are desecrating the knowledge of the plague, they are also desecrating the disciples of the plague.

The flesh, blood and viruses on the ruins of Zulba Hassar have become a battlefield for both sides.

Green-skinned orcs were created by real people consuming a lot of spiritual energy. Not only did they become the plague themselves, they also became joint scholars.

In the eyes of the gods, the true man and the god of dawn have completely disappeared.

In the air filled with ruins, every virus on the rubble and in the soil has become the essence of both parties.

Seemingly in harmony;

In fact, like poles repel each other!

In the struggle and secret struggle for the authority of the plague, in the unknown stone temple of the God of Dawn, the God of Dawn wrote calmly and non-stop.

Papers filled with messy writings were scattered randomly around the table.

"...The power of the plague displayed by real people shocked the gods and could not be traced back to its origin."

"Even the God of Dawn can't trace the origin. But the interstellar priest, the God of Dawn, breathed a sigh of relief. The prophecies from [Outer God, Veil Breaker, Daolos] have always been accurate on the ritual track."

"Even the dream crown cannot erase the specialness of reality."

"The God of Dawn is so happy! He decided to use a more enthusiastic ceremony to celebrate the gift of fate."

"Facing the pressing steps of the God of Dawn, the real man had to use more power to reverse the situation. In meditation, he decided...he decided...to use the green-skinned orcs!"

"...Under the attack of the real people, Dawn Real added his real name, Arthurs, after the signature of Plague Knowledge."

"In the plague field of real people, signing the plague seems to eliminate the disadvantages of the green-skinned orcs, but in fact it falls into the opponent's rhythm. This is undoubtedly a stupid behavior."

"But the God of Dawn cannot and does not dare to sign other intellectual authorities."

"Because a real person who has obtained the power close to the old gods with unknown power is enough to detect the gift of the real name of the 'joint scholar'."

"Only a plague can make real people ignore the homologous authority gifted by joint scholars."

With white fingers, he wrote "nonsense" slowly.

Staying attached to fate, while also waiting for the situation to develop.

With the power of a real person now, it is difficult for him to make arrangements. In other words, for an extraordinary person who has stepped into the realm of angels, the extent to which he can interfere is very limited.

But as the person in charge of [Historian’s Pen].

To erase and modify history is the divine right.

When you write too much, your destiny will quietly deflect, and that slight deflection is enough to change everything.

"Stealing? The real person is trying to steal the power of the God of Dawn... In order to verify the guess, the God of Dawn took the initiative to bribe 'Stillness'!"

"Interesting fate. The God of Dawn receives a 'sleep'!"

"It turns out that the real person controls not the scale of judgment, but the judge of transactions!"

"The joint scholars fell into a deep sleep, but the God of Dawn, who observed the battle, awakened the joint scholars."

"Although the joint scholar's sleep time was very short, he still lost control of half of the virus."

"The God of Dawn is in danger!"

In the stone temple, the right hand holding the pen paused.

The fingertips habitually turned the pen tip, and wrote again: "The gods saw the opportunity. The long years have made them know the God of Dawn very well, and they decided to take action."

"Huh?"

A soft cry echoed in the stone temple.

Because the historian's writing stopped, and even more because the gods were indifferent to this scene.

'If you interfere with fate, will you also be interfered with by fate?'

The God of Dawn shook his head slightly, and in order to prevent the fate record from being interrupted, he quickly added it in a reasonable manner.

"In the information of the gods, the green-skinned orcs are derived from Arthurs, the favored one of the god of dawn."

"Now the real man is in charge of the green-skinned orcs, which makes the gods have to suspect that this is a joint effort between the real man and the God of Dawn!"

After reconnecting with fate, the God of Dawn turned his pen again, revising history and tampering with fate.

"It's just that such a conspiracy seems inferior. With the wisdom of the God of Dawn, the green-skinned orcs should not be exposed in advance."

"This is all just a coincidence!"

"No, the real people who occupied the Northern Continent were well aware of the weakness of power. In order to divert the attention of the gods, they spread the green-skinned plague to divert the attention of the gods."

"Arthur's spread of green-skinned orcs is just a conspiracy that happened to happen to happen to be real!"

"...the gods are still hesitating...are they afraid of the past glory of the God of Dawn?"

The God of Dawn narrowed his eyes as he wrote this.

'A bunch of cowardly rats who are looking forward and backward, since you don't dare to sneak up on me, then let real people become the targets!'

His thoughts faded, and the God of Dawn began to write again.

…

…

"Waaag...Waaaaaag..."

A hoarse roar roared in the ears, it was a hideous green-skinned orc.

Ignoring the existence of the old wizard Heiman, they crazily climbed up from the ground and swarmed into the green algae that covered the ground!

As more and more green-skinned orcs poured in, the green algae became larger and larger, becoming more and more turbulent, and even turned into a sea of ​​green flesh and blood.

After witnessing all this, the old wizard Heyman completely lost his ability to think.

He could only stare at this scene blankly, letting knowledge chase his soul. It was a curse from a real person, and it was also a curse from witnessing the gods.

Reason is getting further and further away from him.

Faith is getting closer and closer to him!

In the fervent belief, scarlet tentacles bloomed around him, swallowing him up and dragging him into the thick soil.

This is refuge from real people!

…

At this moment, not only him, but also those otherworldly demigods were horrified to realize that rationality was far away.

They fled madly into various dimensions, trying to escape this pollution.

At this time, the only ones who can still maintain rational existence are the angels of the old gods.

In the eyes of all living beings, this divine war seemed to have descended into a fierce battle. However, the old gods were sensitive to the fact that the aura of the God of Dawn was rapidly declining.

This is a sign of defeat.

But no one wavered.

"True man, the matter has come to this. It is meaningless for you and me to continue fighting. It is better to stop here!"

The voice of the God of Dawn echoed above the ruins.

Is this admitting defeat?

A sneer appeared on the faces of the old gods who were facing the attack of the two old rulers.

"It's okay to give up and leave the mechanical undead divinity behind!"

The real man responded.

The God of Dawn fell into silence.

The flesh and blood on the ruins became more and more rampant, devouring the virus that made up the dawn while baring its teeth and claws.

Outside this ruins, a space that is difficult to detect with spiritual vision is slowly dislocating, independent of the magical continent Zosik.

This is the blockade of real people.

It is also the key to the Dawn God's proposal for peace.

In essence, on the outer periphery, a more secret cage is woven out quietly.

This is a colosseum woven by the evil intentions of the gods.

They are using actions to force the truth and dawn, and they must decide the outcome.

The writing is silent and the green tide is flowing.

As time passes by maliciously, the viruses that make up the God of Dawn are getting fewer and fewer, but the eyes of the gods are getting brighter and brighter.

When the last dawn virus died quietly, the world became silent!

The god of the charnel house who was attacking like crazy suddenly calmed down at this moment, and Krasin, who was wandering in the nightmare of all living beings, also stopped walking!

There are not only many old gods who are eager for the fisherman's profit, but the god of the charnel house is already greedy and eager!

He, who holds the authority over the corpse, frantically searches for the appearance of precious collections.

Then He saw it.

I saw the last moment of the dawn, when the virus collapsed into a bit of absolute darkness.

The darkness was small at first, but in the blink of an eye, it expanded crazily and swallowed everything!

Even the misplaced space shattered and collapsed in the darkness.

"This is……"
To be continued...