From galloping to stopping body is a dangerous process. If there is an estimated deviation, Tiratmes is very likely to be unable to stop and crash into the purple crystal, then trapped inside the crystal and hit into a meat pie. But he successfully controlled his body without hitting the purple crystal. Of course, this is a bit boasting, and a more reasonable explanation is that the blow just now successfully caused huge damage to Atlana, causing her strength to be damaged, thus stopping the growth of the crystal in front of him, allowing Tiratmes to successfully avoid the purple crystal and turn upward.

Tirathimis was a little proud. An existence whose power was higher than his, a goddess in charge of memory was successfully attacked by him and fell into a deep sleep. This was naturally an amazing victory! But after all, if she restored her identity, she was still a node in the control of memory in the Cross Star City. She hit another node in one section and beat another node. This equal contest, which was separated from the perspective of God, seemed to be nothing to be too happy about.

However, when thinking about his past relationship, Tirathimis couldn't help feeling a little sad. She was his best friend. She was behind him for countless nights and countless tense moments, silently providing everything he needed. The stars shining in the endless purple corridor were still in front of him, lingering. The taste of becoming an enemy was a bit bitter, but that was also due to fate. Even God had his own destiny.

The pursuit of flames does not allow him to think of more things. This is the void abstracted by Oromia, the node of order, rather than the lounge chair of memories.

Onomia's brilliance is bright and bright, without any emotion, and there is no meaning. His voice still shows the supreme power of order: "Great Tirathimus, give up. Although Atlanta is careless and was attacked by you for a moment, you are not much better. If you put the power of life on a God, it will be countered by the power of God. If I am right, your weak divine power must have made your power a little unsustainable, right? There is no price to win in the world, so how far can you go even if you can continue to run? Extinguish the new flame in your hand, or give her to me. That is a sin. She shouldn't have appeared in this world. Of course, as one of the twelve main gods, we respect your choice. If you can't bear to see her destruction, we can destroy her on the altar, you can avoid it."

Tirathomes did not answer and continued to run forward. The distance between the three figures had been reduced to two and a half grid. If everyone entered the same grid, there was basically nothing to escape. The chain of the God of Order could basically lock Tirathomes in an instant in time and space plane. But even so, Tirathomes still had no intention of stopping. "Although the divine power is great, it is not without any defects. Because there is nothing perfect in this world!"

Onomia's together softened a little: "Of course, the great Tirathimus, although sin is in your hands, we can think that it has nothing to do with you. Your glory will not be lost in the slightest loss. After obtaining sin, we can consider giving you certain divine power as compensation. Haven't you been worried about the lack of divine power for your purpose to create? With these divine powers, you will no longer have to worry. This great Vansaiti, who is in charge of the balance of divine power, has discussed with Atriona. They all agreed to give you certain compensation for the divine power distribution of the gods to the price of your deeds, so what are you still hesitating about?"

The orange-yellow light paused the staff: "I, the great Vansaidi, in this most extensive basic space, solemnly promised that if the great Tirathimis could hand over the evil of the gods, all subsequent compensation would be fulfilled as the great Onomia said, without any deviation."

Tirathomes still did not look back or stop, but sneered: "Ha! A few guys who even Gods are self-proclaimed, actually want to seduce me with a little change in power assigned by divine power. I, Tirathomes, is that kind of person? Hum! Don't think that this little power is of use to me. If I am happy, I don't feel that it is difficult to create a kingdom of gods!"

Onomia's voice became extremely cold, like ice-clad metal mopping each other: "Great Tirathimus, your consciousness is challenging the whole world!"

Tirathimis also said coldly: "So what?"

Onomia said angrily: "If you refuse to repent, you will be imprisoned in the divine cell. You must know that the maze of the great Minotaurus is probably not possible for ten thousand years!"

"Hahaha, OK! OK! If one day, it would be one of the joys of life to be able to play in the maze of the great Minotaurus. When playing with him in the past, his maze was always not complicated enough in front of me, so I had an excellent opportunity to challenge it and see if his maze could trap me!"

"But you have to catch me before you want to lock me into his maze!"

Tirathimis' last sentence was not frightened, nor did it look like a deceptive word. Moreover, this guy didn't seem to be very lying. He listened to his tone, and he was a little sure enough. Onomia was slightly stunned. Could it be... At this desperate moment, it was difficult for his own divine power to support a divine power attack? What else could Tirathimis do?

Just as I was wondering, the gravitational lines of the several plane spaces that were swinging rapidly in front suddenly swung left and right like a distorted god. The gravitational lines will not swing themselves. There is only one possibility of such swing, that is, the powerful subject consciousness or powerful existence was born during the operation of the plane space here, which had threatened the stability of the plane or caused changes in the plane power with its own capacity!

Tyrathimus' figure flashed like a meteor, rushing into this large plane that occupied three or four plane spaces. A faint ripples spread out on the outer layer of the plane, like a pool of green spring water.

Two currents of white and orange stayed in front of the plane.

"What's wrong with the great Onomia? Don't we chase it?" asked Vansaiti.

"It's not that I don't chase. The area in the plane is not in the control of you and me. In terms of divine power order, it is the realm of the great God of War Ares. The gods have their own jurisdiction, and the gods cannot surpass their kind. Once they pass, they will fall!" Onomia's voice was a little dry and hesitant. His original voice made people feel uncomfortable. The sound of this matter was like a sword stuck in the crack of the door, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.

"But when the God of War comes, I'm afraid Tiratmes will have escaped long ago."

"But, I don't want to fall into depravity yet!"

Vansaiti smiled and said, "Onomia, if you treat adapting to the situation as a depravity, then you will turn the guards of the guardian saint into wolf, insect, tiger and leopard, and you will probably have been marked as depravity long ago, because that was originally the responsibility of Tirathomes! Therefore, entering the plane to capture Tirathomes is nothing."

Onomia glanced at Vansaiti, wrinkled his forehead slightly, then let go and stepped into this deformed plane.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!