Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

On the edge of the Land Abandoned by God, a figure quietly stepped out of the unchanging turbulent flow of energy.

The person who came was wearing a black robe, his face was bloodless, like a dead body.

He is none other than Sawyer, the god of the underworld who successfully hunted down the god of transformation and stunned the multiverse!

At this time, he has already teleported hundreds of times in a row, and he has thrown countless baits in the middle. In theory, even if he has the prophecy godhead, it is impossible to chase after him according to the plan.

At this point, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The weak have a reason for the weak to exist. The God of Transformation, this is the reason for your existence! Your fate is like this, why bother to struggle? It just adds to the joke."

The God of Hades sighed with pity, grabbed it casually, and pulled out a floating castle from the void.

The castle is as big as a meteorite, suddenly squeezed out, like a meteor flying, terrifying.

In the end, it crawled at the feet of its master like a mount.

Hades stepped up the steps gracefully, and walked briskly towards the interior of the castle. When passing through the long corridor, he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and stepped on the ancient tap dance.

"Da da da, da!"

The crisp dance steps are rippling in the corridor, just like the mood of the owner, cheerful and relaxed.

When Hades sat next to the magic boiler in the alchemy room, the core of the castle, he had already vented his inner excitement and began to take stock of the harvest of this hunt.

This time the harvest is great!

The accumulated wealth of Wadsworth, the god of transformation, was almost wiped out by him.

It also includes an ancient floating castle.

If it is converted into Internet currency, it may not be worth tens of trillions of source quality.

But none of these wealth can compare to that mass of intangible, qualityless, indescribable, and indescribable shapeless things—Godhead.

The God of Hades looked at this mysterious existence greedily, took it into his soul for a long time, and began to feel it carefully.

According to the "cone in the bag" law, Hades first felt that this was indeed transforming the godhead.

All powers of energy conversion are available!

He raised his right hand, and a ray of magic power emerged from his palm. The magic power suddenly turned into soul power, then turned into fighting spirit, and suddenly swayed into a ray of invisible life force.

His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, obliterating this fluctuating energy.

Mingshen's eyes lit up!

"It seems that the god of transformation is indeed dead!"

At this point, the last trace of worry in Mingshen's heart completely disappeared.

Ever since he lost half of the titan's soul in Willis, he has been plotting the layout, trying to use his tricks to see if he can use a godhead as bait to catch the god of the Internet.

His fishing methods are very subtle.

It is to use the authority of the nether world to cut off a tiny strand of his soul and integrate it into the decoy godhead.

The insignificance of this ray of soul cannot be detected through conventional means.

This is the ultimate basic size that can only be cut by the power of the godhead, and only the authority of the netherworld can discover it.

It is with the help of this ray of soul positioning that he can keep monitoring Wadsworth.

Facts have proved that the effect is remarkable.

"This trick can also be used to fish other weak gods? If it is done well, it may be able to wipe out all the gods!"

Mingshen looked forward to the future with excitement, and he could even think of a wonderful future where all the gods would be wiped out gradually through this trick.

"God of the Internet, I should really thank you. If it weren't for you, how would I have thought of this? Hahaha..."

Underworld laughed, and his figure disappeared from the alchemy room, taking the floating castle with him.

He has already confirmed that he is transformed into a godhead, and he can't wait to integrate into the ghost godhead and expand the dark net.

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"Your Majesty, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin, please also move the altar of the Sun God."

The old waiter Almond, who had served the heirs of the Sun God for three generations, knelt on the cold steps even though he was very old, reminding him in a low voice.

"It's time for the sacrificial ceremony again so soon?"

In the hall again, the voice of His Majesty Gregory, the sixteenth generation heir of the Sun God, was heard.

"Thanks to the mechanical creation bestowed by His Majesty, the slave hunting team has reaped a lot recently!"

The old waiter Almond, who is not dead, heard that His Majesty Gregory was in a very good mood as soon as he listened to him, he let out a long sigh of relief, and said hastily.

"Very good!"

When these two words were heard, the old waiter Almond's eyes dimmed, he didn't dare to look up, the shoes imprinted in his eyes already made him know who was covering his sunlight?

He crawled forward face to face, stretched his neck humbly, and kissed His Majesty Gregory's shoe upper.

"How many years, Almond, you are old too." The voice of His Majesty Gregory came faintly.

Almond trembled all over, almost incontinent.

Your Majesty, is this trying to drive him away?

He frantically turned his head, trying to find a reason for himself, but when he was young, the eloquence that could make the emperor laugh casually, but now he popped out every single word.

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, almost soaking the ground.

At this moment, a bone-piercing chill rushed straight into his mind and poured into his whole body.

"My life is over!" The old waiter Almond was terrified, and things were even more terrifying than he imagined.

In an instant, he only felt that the world observed by the six senses was completely distorted.

When his vision calmed down, he was stunned!

He saw His Majesty!

There was an old dog crawling under His Majesty's feet. The old dog was so frail that the luxurious robes couldn't cover up his flesh and blood.

It's him!

That old dog was him, Almond.

He suddenly raised his hands, only to find that he was holding a two-handed sword in his hand.

This is a guard with a sword!

In an instant, Amond realized something. He knelt down with a plop, and moved to His Majesty with his knees as his feet. He squeezed away the old dog next to him, and kissed deeply on the back of His Majesty's instep.

"gone!"

His Majesty kicked him to the ground and walked away.

Instead of being surprised, Amond got up and chased after him.

But the moment he caught up with His Majesty, his footsteps trembled suddenly.

Why does His Majesty's foot look so much like... the late Emperor?

Eighteen strong slaves, lift up the dragon chariot.

His Majesty Gregory sat lazily in it, closing his eyes and falling asleep to the slightly shaking beat.

He is so happy now!

Because he once again included a real godhead—transformation godhead.

Yes, he is the body of Sawyer, the god of the underworld.

This is not a multiverse, no, it should be said, it is not a multiverse in a narrow sense, this is one of the lands abandoned by the gods long ago abandoned by the Titans.

He created a huge empire in this world where the power of dimension was almost exhausted.

While following the remnants of the Titans, picking up some leftovers;

While skillfully taking advantage of the environment here, to protect his own body.

——No matter who comes here, they will be reduced to mortals, and their strength will never exist. But with the soul of a titan, he can display his peak strength.

Although the road is long, there will be an end.

When the dragon chariot appeared in a huge auditorium that looked like a Colosseum, there was a roar of mountains and tsunami from the huge auditorium.

Countless people welcomed their king - His Majesty Gregory, the heir of the great sun god.

At this moment, countless slaves were driven into the Colosseum.

They will burn the last glory of their lives here, just to please the heir of the sun god.

Of course, the only winner will also successfully join the Sun God Kingdom, become a nobleman, and have the qualifications to form a hunting team to please the heirs of the Sun God.

"It's cruel!"

In the auditorium, a young man with black hair and black pupils wearing an ivory white sword training uniform looked at the dense crowd below with emotion on his face.

"That's right, the thin dimensional power isolates the source matter, and only the soul is worth a little money."