Standing outside the main material world, the flags in Madeira's hand kept shaking, and the world trembled. .

The country is bright red and dazzling in thousands of miles.

The sky before dawn will surely be as red as blood!!!

Amid his shouting, countless poor people in the whole world followed their subconscious and slowly stood up.

In the eyes of various colors, they gradually showed a bright look, as if they were pearls covered in dust for a long time, and suddenly they were wiped clean at this moment.

One, two, three, and countless shouts burst out from the depths of their hearts and joined in this glory together.

The world is full of red colors, and all the gods who attempt to enter the main material world are washed away by the glory.

All the spiritual lights of the gods were completely dispersed, without extraordinary power in their bodies, and there was no longer the power to absorb faith and refine their own divine power.

Even though they still have the template of gods and have the form of a saint on earth. But at the root of it, they no longer have many differences between mortals.

This is the deviation from the root of the world's Force, and it is also the choice made by all living beings in their subconscious minds. This is not something that can be controlled by people or gods at all!

As Madeira said, after this, there will be no god of faith in the world

A red wave deep in the sky runs through the time and space of the Tyron world, assimilating everything it touches.

It is complemented by the endless and intensifying void storm in the void.

In this moment, it became the only color in the world! It also became a nightmare in the eyes of the gods!

They sat high in the pantheon, using faith as the bond, the world as the chessboard, the race as the chess piece, and the civilization wheel of all beings win or lose.

Since the opening of the Tyron World, countless civilizations have become sacrifices for us to show our greatness. Goblin Empire, Elf Empire, Dragon Empire, Troll Empire, and Magic Empire.

Too many civilized remains scattered in every corner of the Tyron World, waiting for thousands of years to be known and become an unnecessary memory!

But now, we were overturned to the ground by the creatures like ants in our eyes and joined them!

Until now, we have discovered that unlike the previous disasters of the saints, the disasters of the saints in the past are just a reshuffle and reorganization of the true god system. Even if the gods die and fall, they will always be their gods!

But this time the triple impact came together, punching them one by one, not only sweeping them into the clouds, but also having no intention of leaving them a way out!

In such a world, we have completely lost our authority. The way of faith in God will never be able to be completed from now on!

"Lord of Killing. As a god, you actually betray your own path of gods, deny yourself, and deny the value of our gods' existence in the world! Denied our foundation in the world! You are a traitor to our gods! You should fall into the Styx forever, and wail forever!!"

"Lord of Killing, as long as you can give us a high hand and let us live, I am willing to make the oath of the Styx. May you always be the Lord God, and you will never be the only one with your heart!"

"Lord of Killing, even if you want to call Ragnarok, to reorganize order, and to be the master of ordinary beings. But you also want managers.

We are completely competent for such professions. If we are not a god, it doesn’t matter whether there is a profession or not. Compared to those untold people who can’t even write their names, we have a greater role.”

"Yes. Where is it that easy for you to reorganize the world? Race, empire, nobles, extraordinary people, and even ordinary pariahs you want to help, they will be your enemies!

As long as you are willing to let us go, our church temple, our secular forces, and the wealth we have accumulated over the years is yours. With it, you can do whatever you want! We can also sign a promise with you with the oath of the Styx."

"You have to think clearly. If you destroy our dust today, then in the secular world, you will have no allies, and everyone will be your enemies! Even if you are strong, can you still kill all those who oppose you? Don't dream anymore!!"

Amid the wailings of the gods, they either curse, scold, or yell, or they were moved with emotion and reason, or threatened and intimidated. They kept coming into Madeira's ears.

He did not answer any of them, and the redness flowed on the corners of his eyes was shocking. He suddenly smiled indifferently. "Have you all said enough? Then go all the way."

The red flags shine on the world, and there is no more nonsense to them. The glory crushes their last glory in a roll, and only makes them fall into the sky!

"When can the color of killing be mixed with other colors? If it is really possible, why should I do this? There are no two colors in the world!!

If you don't knock you all out of dust and kill you thoroughly, can you still ask you to continue to be in a high position and continue your disgusting game for thousands of years?

So what if the world is enemies? Without the baptism of iron and fire, without their constant killing and persecution, and inspiring the shouts that burst out from the extreme of depression in the hearts of living beings. How could they ask themselves to stand up?

In such a world where people cannibalize people, except to unite firmly, grab your only weapons, and fight with all the monsters and monsters to the death, how can you determine your own path?

On the red and glorious road, no other camp or people on the road can rely on it, even me can't do it!"

In the dazzling light, Madeira's divine body actually felt a slowly shattering. At this moment, he was more like a human being!

Just as the gods said before, as the Lord of Killing, he fundamentally denies the gods' mastery of sentient beings in their doctrine.

What he is doing now is, with the power of the gods, carrying the authority of sentient beings and doing whatever he is right!

So after he became the Lord of Killing, he was backfired by the will of all living beings. Every moment, there were unimaginable pain mixed with his own roots, and they all evaporated into nothingness and could never come back!

The so-called eternal lifespan of gods is a joke from the beginning of Madeira. "Okay, the power of sentient beings must always be returned to themselves. On top of their heads, they should not exist forever. If the gods do not work, I do not work. In the future, they must rely on their own creation."

Under the red glow, Madeira's body became more and more dazzling, running through the past and future of the Tyron world.

The roots of the world are constantly open to him, and more and more secrets are revealed before him.

Many things he wanted to know and he didn't want to know kept emerging, and finally his own roots emerged in front of his eyes.

A complex expression slowly appeared on Madeira's face. A sigh came faintly, "So I have never been Madeira. So that's it, so that's it."

The divine thoughts were scanning the world, and there seemed to be sparks circulating in the distant sky, constantly and endlessly.

"Hahahaha." In the glory, Madeira seemed to see something that made him ecstatic. In a string of laughter, like a red sun, descended into the cracks of the same turbulent abyss hell.

His body and concepts are constantly disintegrating, but his will and power are constantly rising, doubling. The power is so great that it is simply unimaginable!

"Prince of the Abyss, monarchs of hell, give up everything. How can you survive the glory of the gods fall into the dust?

Let's walk into our footsteps together!!!

You will never be in this world.”

The roar of curse never overwhelms the brilliance of red as blood and killing is hard to stop.
Chapter completed!