"bite"

"Plane inheritance rights are extended"

"The plane inheritance rights are postponed, and a new round of protagonist killing will be opened."

“【Defend yourself】”

"Detailed explanation of the mission: the original plane successor died, and now the first-ranked Dorogo Kesdram is the inheritance right of the plane. In order to defend his inheritance right, Dorogo Kesdram needs to eliminate the other 59 lucky sons and the protagonists of the plane."

"Task completion conditions: Kill all the lucky sons who invade the [God-given plane]."

"The number of people remaining at present: 59."

"The mission failed: the host Dorogo died."

"The result of the mission failure: 1. Host death; 2. Destruction of the Alec Empire; 3. Change of ownership of the Holy Continent; 4. God grants plane dominance to transfer."

Doroco was originally sitting on his Golden Lion throne, pondering some kind of plan. Suddenly, a jingle sounded from the sky, waking him out of his contemplation and bringing him a message he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Are you dead after all?"

Dorogo felt the change that had not changed, and he sighed while sighing as he felt relieved.

After planning for more than ten years, I finally wiped out the cub who was pressing on my head.

Although he was killing someone with a knife, he would be fine as long as he died.

Only when he dies can he be justified and he can control the world!

"Come, send someone to send letters to the Pope and the God of Dharma."

"Invite them to come and discuss the war of gods."

Just as if he had been ready for what he wanted to do at this time, Dorogo just sighed and began his new round of layout.

He instructed his servants to send letters to the Holy Mountain through the magic teleportation array, and to the Genting Magic City. Nothing else, just to discuss the time of the gods' war.

Dorogo didn't say much about what a god war was, and the servants didn't ask. He just took the letters and left the palace, passed through the corridor, and delivered letters one by one through the portal.

Soon, about half a day.

The Pope and the God of Dharma arrived.

"Dorogo, do you know about the God War?"

The Pope was a little anxious and asked a hurried question as soon as he arrived at the palace.

"Romney is dead?"

The magic god was calmer and knew more. At this time, the magic god looked angry, and the top magic wand he was holding was faintly squeezed out of the crack by his own great power.

"Two guys sit first."

Dorogo ignored the questions of the two continental supremes and waved them lightly. The two shadow seats that transformed from nothingness were lifted up from behind the Pope and the God of Dharma. Forced oppression appeared, suppressing the two supreme legs.

"God-level?!"

"Is this divine power?"

Two screams sounded one after another, and the God of Dharma and the Pope were each shocked by the great power that Dorogo could exert.

This kind of descent is not unusual. What is strange is the nature of this energy and the realm represented therein.

As we all know, Dorogo is a mortal emperor who does not have any magic or fighting spirit. Because of this lack of position and strength, Dorogo is born to represent the people and friendship.

Even if he doesn't want to, he is not allowed to be unfriendly and friendly in his strength.

But where is the strength that Doroco demonstrated now?

This is a powerful force that can surpass the two supremes. It may be a bit too much, but it is certain to say that it is stronger than the two supremes.

"It's better not to mention the way of the slightest."

"I invite two of you, but you actually know."

"It's not for that incompetent waste, nor for the empire."

"It's for this plane, this continent."

"You two know about the God's War."

"Legendary: After the twilight of Ragnarok, the world overturned and all things were recast."

"Now the gods have passed away, the heaven and earth have revived, and the vitality has been repeated."

"The throne and kingdom of God that were ten thousand years ago will soon rise again."

"You know the fall of the spiritual light twenty years ago."

"Because you know, you let that waste be pressed on me for more than ten years."

"Now that he is dead, should you come out to help me wipe out the believers of other evil gods? And the dark demon god is the Qingming Festival?"

Dorogo tells the ancient legend, and the dark curtains rising from afar are stacked layer by layer.

The darkness covering the palace was as rich as ink. The Pope and the God of Dharma opened their eyes but did not dare to act rashly.

The picture of the world changes rapidly, and the flowing light changes easily, and thousands of years pass by.

They watched the dusk of the gods together, and the great beings who died in the battle fell one by one at that dusk.

The plane is broken, the plane flew ashes, the void exploded, the plane reappeared, and the world returned.

The whole world is rotating, and the scenes of living creatures reproduction and resurgence, and the scenes of the rotation of the sun and the moon pass by.

It has come to this day, and it has come to this moment.

One by one, the protagonists of the plane where their gods are fighting are active in various parts of the world.

The most powerful one has fallen.

And his inheritance rights came to him.

The spokesperson of the Black Demon God on the land, or the incarnation of the Black Demon God.

Dorogo Kesdram.

"Two."

"After seeing all this, do you know how to stand?"

At this time, Dorogo put away the dark curtain and brought the palace back to reality. He sat back to his position, took out a glass of scarlet and charming wine from the void, and sniffed it gently.

"I am a believer of the Sun God and will not stand with the Black Demon God."

The pope first came to his senses, stood up, pointed at Dorogo, and shouted with a stern voice.

"oh?"

"Can He come?"

"If you can't get through, will the Dharma God collect his body later?"

Dorogo shook the wine glass in his hand and responded contemptuously.

"I won't interfere."

I don’t know if he noticed something, but after leaving the dark curtain, the Dharma God put down the magic wand in his hand. He didn’t do anything else. He just stood aside and showed that he would not participate in the divine war.

"You, Pro…you…"

"You are going to betray the faith of the Sun God?!"

The Pope was so angry that he was angry at the scene before him. He choked in his throat with a bunch of words, his fingers trembled, and finally he said something hard, "You are going to be the faith of the Sun God."

“I only believe in the truth.”

Prodognos lowered his head and did not look closely at the pope's expression.

Perhaps it was because he felt guilty, or perhaps it was because he showed his posture. Prodognos, the magic god who was terrifying the continent, lowered his head at this moment.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"I knew you, the old man, knew how to save your life!"

"Very good. Since you are willing to obey, I won't make things difficult for you!"

"When I deal with this old ghost, I will kill you and take thousands of saints as slaves."

Dorogo Kesdram never thought that things were going so smoothly and that there had not been much disagreement yet. The god of the French Proudo Dognos had already chosen to stand by and watch.

Now there is only one old ghost who is breathing with divine power. You can control it, but it is just a matter of turning your hand.

"Okay, since you have betrayed the Sun God's faith"

"Then let me deal with this pagan!"

"The next one to punish is you!"

"Oracle, the world of light."

The pope was furious and not only did not persuade him to return to the Dharma God, but instead wanted to punish him after the war with Doro. Such a spirit was indeed devout to his own faith, but it also drove himself into a land of no return.

Not to mention Dorogo, who was suddenly promoted to the god level and was stronger than him, just say that if Prodognos was threatened by him and intervened in the battle, the two god level dealt with one, the winner would be decided faster.
To be continued...