The main material planes of the Tyron World are numerous. More than a dozen kingdoms and hundreds of city-states are the biggest embellishment of this continent.

In the movement of the gods, there are countless races that are born, survived, and died in this continent.

It’s a pity that according to legend, twenty years ago, a global turmoil caused by a mistake by a god.

The Great Lord of Hell, the Demon Lord of the Abyss, and the existence above the tenth level that has never appeared in the outer plane.

Since the collapse of the magic empire, there has been no legend or even the demigod great wizard and the great lich king.

The main priests, priests, and temple armed forces of the major temples. All kinds of legendary professions above the tenth level gathered in the Yongding Mountains, fighting each other.

One battlefield after another was opened up by them, and countless towns were destroyed.

Countless ordinary people could only tremble in their short shelters, and finally they could only die in fear.

Even though those extraordinary professionals below the tenth level were of extraordinary strength, they could only try their best to protect themselves, avoiding their battlefield far away, and not daring to step in at a single step.

Later, the gods joined forces to shake the rules of the world and descended onto the world, pushing the terror of the world's destruction to a higher level.

But all this has finally passed.

Devils, legendary demigods, great gods, and all of them have returned to where they are.

Although the mainland has a population of less than ten, and the terrain and veins have been changed countlessly, it is really over.

However, the phenomenon of continental sinking caused by such a war of gods was caused by the world, and there was no trauma of being smoothed out for twenty years!...

"It is this world where gods are used as a place for faith. If it were another world, people's hearts would have collapsed long ago."

It is in a carriage that is simple and elegantly decorated and pulled by a fierce horse that looks like a mixed-blooded horse monster.

A pretty boy dressed in a medieval aristocrat was sitting in this carriage, watching the scene of shooting stars in the sky, but then disappearing into nothingness. His face inexplicably showed a smile of unknown significance.

"The seeds have fallen, but whether they can grow depends on you. But if they grow crooked, it's nothing. Just don't waste them." The young man thought silently in his heart.

The power of the gods in this world is incredible. Once they speak their names and words, they will have a great chance of being felt by them. Moreover, as the level of the divine nature increases, such authority can continue to be improved.

Although the teenagers don’t think anyone can hear their words, it’s better to be careful not to make trouble.

"My Lord, you can't say that. Although my world is a little dangerous, it's safer than the legendary Ultraman's world or the One Punch Man's world."

On the shaft of the carriage, an old housekeeper with gray hair but extraordinary temperament touched the bridge of his unit's nose while holding the carriage, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that true? This world has become like this, and you account for the majority of the reasons.

Although the God of Literature and Words has long died, even the scum is left, since you have replaced his name of God, it is impossible for you to lose your share of cause and effect."

The boy leisurely took a little emerald drink from a beautiful maid next to him who was covering her mouth and smiling.

This maid was so dark that it was so deep that it could not be added. The divine light flowed endlessly, and she faintly saw the scene of the world first opening and evolution of all things.

Looking closely, it is more like a peerless goddess than a maid!

"My Lord, do not scare me in this way. Destruction and sin have always been my authority.

Even if I am an ordinary person in this world, I will never have any sins or karma." The old man laughed up, and there was a kind of heroism that could not be described.

The boy also smiled and drank a few more drinks, and suddenly he couldn't help but choked a few times.

The maid beside her couldn't help but curl her lips. With the power of the person in front of her, it was time to choke when was it drinking water?

The boy coughed a few more times and smiled and put the elves liquid that was sold for 10,000 gold coins per cup among the ancient elves, which was specially used to cultivate and cleanse the body.

"I haven't experienced any power for a long time. I can't even drink more of this average mid-level tea drink.

I have to say that my body that descended is really weak, and I don’t even have a first-level extraordinary power. I really don’t know how he survived on this crisis-ridden continent.”

"My Lord, your authority to create is the birth of this world. If you really come with authority to create, you will definitely be the well-deserved son of the world.

Why don’t you dare to keep such a little power? Even the will is projected by thinking, and when it comes to attract their attention through the fragments of the world’s divine nature, is it necessary to be so careful?"

The old butler asked curiously while guiding the horse to drive away.

"This world is much more dangerous than we imagined. We have to play with the gods in the Pantheon, and even pull them down from the sky. How can we do it without being hidden?

What you did was a lesson from the past. What about the son of the world, the son of the world?

At that time, even the will of the world itself was turned to the ground by the gods. The gods represent everything, and it was never a joke to operate the world.

I really showed some clues. Do you believe it or not, a team of powerful gods will come to form a group to push me."

Zhao Qi looked at the far away of the sky, as if he wanted to see the gods from each plane through the barrier of the main material surface.

Even if he was prepared for this step, he would be moved by realizing the world of Tyron.

Even if He himself strives to develop the earth's civilization, it is so difficult to compare with the foundation of the Tyron World's billions of years in just a few decades.

Moreover, in the events in the final document, these powerful gods gained a lot.

What will happen if you wait for decades? Even Zhao Qi himself dared not speak too much.

"Have my identity been laid out?" Zhao Qi turned his head and asked at the maid who was smiling slightly, "There will be no loopholes. After all, we are all ordinary people now, so don't capsize in the gutter."

"It has been prepared long ago. This is a blank real estate for a noble believer who believed in Dinail for generations. It was specially prepared for such a thing.

All letters, seals, badges of kingdom, and private seals of the little nobles are available. As long as my lord arrives, he can take over at any time."

"Yes, my Lord. After all, you know the relationship between Shar and the goddess of the Night. Once she uses the resources of the Night Church, she may be discovered at any time.

On the contrary, I have been in the fall for twenty years, and probably no one except the gods will pay attention to me. Even if I use my backhand, no one knows it.”

As soon as Dinell raised his horse's whip, the fierce horse was just breathing, and he was about to fly into the air with his feet on his feet.
Chapter completed!