The aspiring Mr. Duke died at his home the day after he took back the sacrificial map.

It was his escort who started.

Unfortunately, the person Duke trusted the most has always been nails placed by others by him.

So, after such a turn, the sacrificial map specially drawn by Chu He fell into the hands of the people who should have fallen into.

Duke, the only one who knew the truth, was killed by the guard and his soul was taken away by Chu He, and he completely filled the loophole.

After a lot of trouble, a strange altar was quickly built outside the mysterious small town.

The day when the altar is built and the magic energy is infused.

The sky is torn apart, and the light column falls from the sky.

Although there was no channel to the mysterious divine kingdom, no coordinates were found.

But unexpectedly, a large amount of magic energy was drawn.

Within the radiation range of the altar, the magic energy density is more than ten times that of other places.

So... naturally, more altars stood up around.

Although it is not small to build such an altar, it is much smaller than the harvest.

Looking at these guys, holding pokes as if they were dying, poking out small holes in the world one by one, Chu He felt sincerely happy.

With a large amount of magic energy, it was drained from other worlds.

The overlap between the worlds has begun to emerge.

As the magic energy exploded in the mysterious small town, various chaos began to emerge frequently.

The contradictions that were originally accumulated within the inside broke out directly under this stimulus.

So... before radiating outward and restoring the old mountains and rivers, the civil war broke out first.

Of course... Chu He's intervention is indispensable.

If it is a pool of stagnant water, maybe there will be some clues left to find him along the traces.

But if all are confused, then even the truth cannot be explained why such a sacrificial map appears, allowing the world to return to magic energy in advance, guiding the overlap and fusion between the worlds.

Sergei pulled a cart of bodies towards the abandoned manor outside the city.

The strong smell of corpse smell made him almost faint. Many people died in the mysterious small town for several days of battle, and the coffin shop was busy. Not only did they consume all the inventory of the past two years, but even if they were quickly made in the past few days, they were still in short supply. Without any help, many unclaimed corpses that had no coffins to sleep in for the time being had to be dragged by a carriage and temporarily stored in an abandoned manor outside the city.

"Hey! Boss Thank you! Business comes again!" someone shouted to Sergei through the door panel.

Sergey just pulled the car and ignored it.

Now Sergei was worried that this disaster would sooner or later spread to ordinary people. Thinking of this, Sergei sighed long, and the two missing corners of the rag felt hat on his pointed head were also shaking like a dog's ear. But no one knew that in Sergei's chest, a layer of disguised skin, hidden was a hand-painted sacrificial picture.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in front of him, blocking Sergei's way.

"Who are the people who died in the car?"

Sergei lowered his head carefully as he heard this voice: "It's all the people from some small families and some wandering mysterious people..."

The black shadow seemed to have already explored it and then disappeared.

From beginning to end, Sergei didn't even look at the black shadow.

It was not until after confirming that the shadow had gone far that Sergei slowly lifted his head and wiped a cold sweat.

"This life is impossible!"

"Damn it! Whoever wants to earn this kind of fatal money will earn it!"

Sergei felt that it was time to take a break. After pulling the car, he was left alone. He had encountered more than a dozen black shadows that suddenly appeared like he had just now. He was lucky and looked honest. Otherwise, he would have died with the unlucky people behind him. He saw several colleagues who were not careful about their words and were taught a lesson. They were usually missing their arms and legs, and they were more killed directly.

The streets of the mysterious small town have become quieter.

The originally bustling city seemed particularly depressing.

Occasionally, a large group of people arrived, and they were all in a hurry and passed by.

boom!

The violent bombing directly overturned a large building.

Two melee mysterious men with great strength fought in a regiment with weapons in hand.

The common people nearby flocked out, carrying the soft and soft, and running hard toward the distance beyond the combat range.

Not long after, two gangs rushed up, and then there was a whirlwind of fire.

The final result was that within a radius of hundreds of meters, all buildings were destroyed, leaving only the remains of the remains of the land.

Outside the city, Chu He stood high in the void, watching all this coldly.

Then he took a photo of the bat dragon under his seat and left quietly.

It is no longer a secret sacrificial picture, its copybook has long been scattered around with many people who escaped from this chaotic city.

Next, there is no need for Chu He to push it, and soon... more altars will appear in this world.

By then, the return of the spiritual tide will become faster.

"It's just...I'm like this. Don't those gods interfere?"

"If the imperial capital was just an accident, then the mysterious small city would not care about it... that would have another purpose." Thinking of this, Chu He's eyes gradually became gloomy.

His movements are getting bigger and bigger every time.

Although there is a good finish every time.

However, according to the normal process, the other party should also give some reaction.

Even if it is the most violent, it is reasonable to force the situation to erase the turmoil and cause variables.

But... this pattern of unchanging, as if the whole world was allowed to die, made Chu He unable to see clearly.

This is the hardest opponent Chu He can deal with.

Because no matter how the opponent takes action, as long as there is a move, Chu He can find a way to crack it.

"I'm afraid of it... No move is better than a move! I didn't respond twice in a row, and I was so scared that I was almost nervous..." Chu He adjusted his mood.

He has a strong ability to withstand stress.

Any guesses cannot be done accurately until they are confirmed.

You can't scare yourself to death!

As time goes by, the riots in the mysterious small town have happened for two months.

The mysterious altar that can attract huge magical energy has bloomed everywhere in the whole world and a large area.

A huge amount of magic energy has surged, enriching this dry world.

And the mysterious person's resurrection is already unstoppable.

Many amazing people also emerged in this trend.

In just two months, a world where legends have not appeared for hundreds of years have appeared.

There are even rumors... Some hidden powerful mysterious people have condensed their divinity, formed their own new core rules of the body of the rule, and became a demigod.

No one can verify whether it is true or false.

However, Chu He did become a demigod.

And his core rules, the part that constitutes divinity is chaos.

If Chu He becomes a god, then he can be called the unique God of Chaos in this world.
Chapter completed!