I'm not a magician

The final battle didn't take much time, but the movement was not small.

The summit of Yula, which symbolizes light and power, has been wiped into ashes under the sweeping of vast magic power—the majestic throne, the magnificent temple, and the holy statues have all disappeared into the twilight of the gods.

Most of the kingdom of angels under the top of Yura was also affected. Fortunately, a few archangels quickly propped up the shield of light, so that the clansmen survived the terrible aftermath of magic.

The old archangel has been looking up at the battle on the top of Yura, his neck is stiff and sore, and before the shock in his eyes can be put away, he sees Ake Anji falling in front of him, and he ordered in a cold voice: "From now on Block the kingdom of angels, don't let anyone come up, especially the people from the Holy See, I will give them an explanation later."

Ake Anji lost his twelve wings, his face was pale and his body was weak, but his pupils were brighter than ever before, like the ten thousand years of cold ice in the North, melting into a pool of clear mountain spring water.

Having been the God of Light and the Archangel for thousands of years, no matter how weak Akeanji's body is, his aura is still majestic. Before the old Archangel could react, he bowed his head and sincerely accepted the order: "Yes, Archangel...true God."

The old archangel was nervous, and he didn't pay attention to his lips. After a daze, he raised his eyes in horror, and looked at Ake Anji anxiously.

Akeanji was not angry at all when he heard that address, but instead raised his eyebrows and smiled extremely rarely: "It's good to call me Archangel. There is no god in this world anymore."

Ake Anji patted him on the shoulder, stopped talking to the old Archangel who was sluggish in the beauty crit, and walked forward.

Not far in front of them, Ji Chi brought the half-dead false god down from the top of Yula.

The false god was limply held in Ji Chi's hand. He didn't have much blood left, but his spirit was extremely excited, and he kept murmuring in a low voice that it was impossible.

Ji Chi threw him in front of Ake Anji, and said: "The power he absorbed over the years is one-off, and he used it just now, and he is still poisoned now, so he can't afford to turn around anymore ...then leave it to you."

Ake Anji looked down at him, and under his indifferent gaze, the false god shivered in a daze, and quickly curled up his neck and body.

Ake Anji raised his eyes calmly, and said seriously: "Thank you, I will discuss with Harvey and the others how to deal with it."

Sensing the aura of coming here, Ji Chi frowned and smiled: "Ah yes, their resentment must be no less than yours, after all, they have been reincarnated so many times."

The false god vaguely heard a few words, and he thought for a long time before he came back to his senses. His eyes widened, and he threw himself on Ji Chi from the ground: "What did you say? What Zhoumu?"

Ji Chi looked at him in surprise: "So you don't have the memory to go back in time? That's right... If you knew everything, today would not be so easy."

The false god stared at Ji Chi, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to pull his leg: "What is going back in time?! I don't know what? Why don't I know, I am the supreme god!"

Ji Chi took a step back to avoid his hand, and tilted his head towards Ake Anji.

There was also a trace of surprise and understanding in Akeanji's eyes: "I don't have those memories either, but the reason for me should be that most of my godhead was taken away, and I couldn't resist Harvey's power, and you—"

He glanced at the false god lightly, and said bluntly: "When the world and the gods are unwilling to admit you, you are more restricted than you think."

"Impossible! Impossible..." The false god squatted on the ground, his eyes were blank, and he bit his nails nervously.

Harvey and the other gods lost most of their strength, and it took a while to come to Ji Chi's side. They all frowned in disgust as they looked at the distraught false gods on the ground.

"Why on earth is our world ruined like this by a bedbug." The demon king raised his foot and wanted to kick the false god, but seeing his muddy appearance, he pulled back his cloak in disgust.

Harvey let out a long sigh, he raised his hand, felt the temperature of the wind and the sun, and said softly: "It shouldn't be like this, he should be the precious messenger of the two worlds, bringing illusions to their worlds and joy, to bring progress and prosperity to our world...too bad he went the wrong way and nearly destroyed another wonderful world."

"Anyway, it's a foregone conclusion now that he's going to be judged for it, and we—" Harvey rubbed his bald head and laughed, "ah, this is the first time I've felt relaxed, when It's really hard for a god."

"Let me just say it!" Hephaestus, the God of Blacksmithing, appeared from the side. The short stature of the dwarf was covered by the wings of the angels, and no one noticed him until he jumped out by himself.

Hephaestus crossed his waist, and the old god sighed on the ground: "Godhead is a burden! You should have entrusted it to capable people like me!"

The Grim Reaper, who had been hiding silently in the shadows, glanced at him coolly, and said coldly, "Shut up, do you know how many times your godhead has been taken away? Every time I go back in time, I will I'm considering whether to harvest your life first."

Hephaestus smiled without guilt: "But the final result proved that I made a wise and great decision, didn't it?"

He opened his arms vigorously, closed his eyes and felt the world: "Look, what a wonderful future he has created! This is a world that I can't even imagine!"

This reminded the rest of the people present, they turned their heads to look at Ji Chi at the same time, and asked, "What do you mean by those last words?"

Ji Chi recalled Yuanyuan who had merged with the world, and smiled with some reluctance: "I don't know how to explain it to you... probably to turn this world into a game without krypton gold channels, as long as you If you are willing to live and dare to resist, all resources will be open to you.”

The gods don't understand such a description, but the false god is still clear. He lay on the ground and kept muttering: "Crazy... this person is absolutely crazy..."

Ji Chi stretched out his hand, and the ten elements sensed his magic power, intertwined and flickered in his palm.

The colorful light of the elements was reflected in his eyes, like a pool of fine starlight, gentle and bright, he said softly: "Of course, there must be some lucky geniuses, but the rules will never disappoint those who work hard."

"It will definitely get better slowly." Ji Chi raised his eyes and curled the corners of his mouth, "I hope you like it."

Ji Chi didn't deliberately inquire about the final judgment of the false gods, he knew that the false gods would not go comfortably, because there are many narrow-minded people among those gods.

However, he did hear that St. Kelly went to see the false god for the last time—it seemed that the false god knew that his life was not long, and he wanted to see the bright saint whom he had missed so far.

Thinking of the situation at that time, St. Kelly showed a familiar mocking smile, and described to her friends: "Shortly after returning from the top of Yula, my father found me and asked me when I met a false god... ..."

"How could I remember! Who would have thought that he would be mixed among the refugees to receive prayers? If I knew he was such a person, I would have summoned a demon to gnaw him on the spot."

St. Kelly frowned, with regret in her eyes: "But I regret going to see him. He has been a god for so long. How can he bear such a low capacity? I didn't even have time to sarcasm him. Crazy..."

Brandon looked at the confusion of authenticity on St. Colly's face, and tears flowed from the bottom of his heart.

He and Aiwen looked at each other bitterly, and the two silently took a sip from their teacups—this woman will never know how terrible a collapse of faith is...

Ji Chi was also silent, he turned his head to look out the window in a disguised manner, and sighed with some sympathy.

The last time of the false god must have been spent in mad regret, right?