The sound was like a storm, passing through everyone. It not only echoed in the Colosseum, but also echoed in the entire space, every inch of land that the Void Realm could cover.

"Accordingly, I will also send down My protection, and the most valuable people will get the fruits of their dreams...

Fulfill his wish."

The words stopped, and the headless corpse lost all its power and fell down. The power disappeared, and it was really dead.

Everyone was silent. It was strange. They didn't need to think about the content of the words, whether they were true or false. The moment they listened, they could confirm the authenticity of it all and the promise of the voice.

What broke the silence was a harsh whistle, and then a sharp iron spear spanned a long distance and accurately hit the unfinished blood gate, destroying the severed limbs and flesh into countless fragments.

At the end of the trajectory, Boluogo slowly retracted the hand that threw the spear and stared at the texture on the palm carefully. In addition to himself and Amu's alchemical matrix, another layer of blue arc light was looming on it at this moment.

Borogo affirmed something, and others affirmed the same thing.

At this point, everyone believed what the voice said.

...shelter has come.

"Tyrant!"

Tiras roared angrily. He knew who the voice was and what he was going to do, but he couldn't figure out why the tyrant would intervene in all this.

The power of the tyrant should be limited, and he cannot directly interfere with this world, but just like the Scarlet Matron can use sacrifices to release blessings for believers, the tyrant also has his privileges, and this privilege only belongs to this land.

land.

This is a land where wishes come true.
Chapter completed!