Dark Shadow Shrine

In the void not far away, the Celtic supreme god Dagoda crossed his arms on his chest and stared at Olulun who was making the final struggle with indifferent eyes.

right! The Celtic world finally took action against the Yoruba world.

Destroy these traitors who are liaising with the enemy's territory—— All the Celtic Star Apostles shouted similar slogans.

Because of Raven's persuasion, Olulun's hesitation in intercepting the world of Findland became the biggest excuse for war in the Celtic world.

Whether it is for the high-sounding punishment of ‘disloyal betrayers’ or the need for world promotion, Olulun must fall, and the Yoruba world must be dismantled and swallowed.

The face of Olulun, the Yoruba world god, is filled with despair and regret.

I should have listened to what Raven said. Rather than being completely swallowed up by you, I should learn from Uko, at least I won't have to die. That was a roar from the depths of his soul.

Stupid! Dagoda snorted disdainfully from his nose.

Dagoda did despise Olulun. In his opinion, from Alulun's point of view, whether he rebelled on the spot and joined the more powerful Revan, or surrendered completely and surrendered his identity to become the God-Emperor under Dagotha ​​again, the outcome would be good. Much more.

Not to mention that the world is in short supply of resources now, even if there is no shortage, such two-faced guys are never popular!

This is Olulun's own destruction!

On the entire battlefield, the battle is coming to an end. Using the four worlds currently at war as a plane, look down from the highest point in the starry sky. The red and black forces that represented the Yoruba world had been broken up. The terrifying torrent representing the three major forces in the Celtic world has completely surrounded the Yoruba army, which is fighting from left to right in an attempt to escape.

The remaining red and black parts of the void are dying at an increasingly faster speed. The strange micro-planes that are as dark as ink are like moving fortresses, entering at an unimaginable speed.

Those planes that looked like small black suns flickered like phantoms, jumping in space of varying lengths in the void. The space was distorted countless times, large and small, and then quickly calmed down.

During the high-speed jump, these black shadow fortresses easily dyed the planes in the Yoruba world black one by one.

Your Majesty, the military forces in the Shadow World are advancing faster than planned. If this continues, they will occupy the reserved land in the Formore Deep Sea World.

Hmph. The Supreme One, holding the double-headed staff, snorted unhappily, but there was no more emotion in his deep pupils.

All powerful Celtic beings understand in their hearts that Dagotha ​​is called the Supreme God, but in fact it only occupies a dominant position in the three major Celtic pantheons. King Balor and Queen of Shadows Skarsage have no real power of dominance.

Is it really okay to let them both go like this? The god who spoke had a gleaming arm that looked like a mechanical arm. However, this silver arm was not like a prosthetic limb that was installed forcibly. Instead, it perfectly followed His divine body was fused together like a mortal arm of flesh and blood.

Nuada 'Silver Hand' - the last Celtic god.

If it weren't for the fact that in the battle with the Feiberg Protoss, the previous protoss that ruled the Celtic world, the main body lost an arm forever, resulting in a great loss of divine power, and finally chose to give way on his own, perhaps the current god would still be this worthy one. Dear senior.

Dagoda can show disdain for other existences, but he has always maintained the greatest respect for Nuada.

Alas, there's not enough time. Dagoda shook his head, as if trying to drive away the bad premonition, but in the end he was unsuccessful. He stretched out his long and powerful index finger, pointing his fingertips to the void and following the Queen of Shadows, Skar. Olulun, who was fighting with Sage, asked: Excluding this idiot, does our Celtic world only have Raven*Yunfield as our only enemy?

There was no sense of relaxation in the tone of the Supreme God Dagoda.

Your Majesty said this, and I felt it too. Even in that one-versus-five battle, Raven's arrogance was just fake. Looking back carefully, his humility was completely inconsistent with his supreme status, even if he wasn't there at the time. In the end, Anu was killed, and he never said anything harsh to Your Majesty.

The only explanation is that he has been preparing for one or even several more powerful opponents. But I and my Celtic world are not taken seriously by him at all! Dagoda clenched his hands. The knuckles of the right hand of the Divine Scepter are a bit white from excessive exertion.

Nuada was silent.

If this poor calculation is true, then the Celtic world is really far behind.

After eating the Yoruba world, Celtic could barely make three large worlds. As for Raven, there is already a giant mid-level, a luxurious lineup of two large and one medium world, or even three large worlds. They have no idea how far Raven's power will grow.

The only thing that is certain is that Celtic are definitely at a disadvantage.

Both gods sighed helplessly, and finally returned their vision to the battlefield.

Olulun's face was completely ashen, like an insect falling into a spider's web, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

In the boundary membrane of the Yoruba world, this is his home court. Originally, he should have an absolute advantage in the world of his own laws, but the situation is completely reversed.

It looks more like the man is the knife and the other is the fish.

The world of laws that he weaved with the power of the world that is biased towards the origin of fire is, for some reason, being used unscrupulously by the mysterious and powerful Celtic god.

Every one of his magical attacks will be perfectly copied and hit back at him.

What's even more ruthless is that the other party even used his world power. It seemed that as soon as the power of the world left his hand, it no longer belonged to him, but to his enemy.

If it was a simple battle in the void, Alulun would have withdrawn.

But this was in his world, and behind him was his main plane, and he couldn't escape at all.

Ahhh...why!? Why-- Olulun looked like a madman and launched wave after wave of mad attacks at the goddess whose face was blurred and who looked like the incarnation of darkness. He has switched to no less than a hundred law construction modes, and still none of them works.

His attacks couldn't even touch the opponent's divine shield.

What exactly is going on! ?

As a god, he was completely fooled?

The deduction of various law models, the screams of subordinate gods in the spiritual network, and various prayers were all chaotic in Olulun's spiritual sea, as if he would have a mental breakdown at any time. (To be continued ~^~)