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After the agreement, King Deke went to the temple to pray, reported the incident to the gods in detail, and asked for instructions on how to deal with it.

In the palace of the human gods, the Lord of Glory suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and showed a slight smile.

This is a very rare thing for Him who has always been serious. So much so that the gods were a little surprised, and the God of Heroes couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, is there anything worth celebrating?"

"It's not a celebration, but it's quite interesting." The Lord of Glory said, "I just got the news that the Mask of the Void guy is lying on the border between the Kingdom of Thousand Springs and the Dwarf Kingdom, preventing the two sides from fighting."

The human gods looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what was so interesting about this matter.

"The Kingdom of Thousand Springs often attacks the Dwarf Kingdom, as I think you all know. But this time, the Dwarf Kingdom received support from the Orc Empire. They felt that they could not win with their own strength, so they used a piece of the corpse of a god they had accidentally obtained before. At the cost of the wreckage, they reached a cooperation with the Mystic Tower Federation and prepared for a joint attack. "But they were just ready to send troops, and the big jellyfish went to the border, so they had no choice. You just have to pray to me and ask me for advice on what to do—do you think it’s interesting?”

The human gods were silent for a while, and finally the God of Heroes, who had a relatively high status, sighed and said honestly: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I really don't see what's so interesting about this..."

The Lord of Glory shook his head: "You guys should study more strategies!"

As he spoke, He turned his attention to the God of Nobles.

The God of Nobles naturally understood what he meant, and explained to the gods: "The Kingdom of Thousand Springs wanted to give in, but they were not willing to give the precious corpse of the god to the Mystic Tower Federation in vain, so they did this I just prayed to His Majesty... Actually, I just wanted to ask Your Majesty, is it okay if they take this opportunity to plot against the Secret Tower Federation, or even against the Lord of Secrets?"

All the human gods were shocked. Is this a plot against the Lord of Mysteries?

"But... what to do?" asked the God of Heroes.

"In general, it is nothing more than trying to stir up the greed of the Mystic Tower Federation and let them find the Mask of the Void to die. Then they will hype up the matter and force the God of Spellcasters to come forward. The God of Spellcasters will definitely not be able to win against the Mask of the Void. , so the Lord of Mysteries will inevitably take action." The Noble God smiled and said, "It's a simple plan, but it's quite practical. I like it."

The God of Heroes nodded: "This plan is simple, but as long as the first step can be completed, the follow-up will be a matter of course, which is not bad at all."

"The problem lies in the first step." The Lord of Glory said, "The king of the Kingdom of Thousand Springs prayed to me, hoping that we can help him perfect the first step and ensure that we can lure the legendary mages of the Secret Tower Federation to run to the void. Death in disguise.”

"This is not easy!" The God of Heroes frowned and said, "Do we need to use divine power to control their minds? But if we do this, the God of Spellcasters will also look for us..."

"There will always be a way." The Lord of Glory said, "Don't worry about this. You should each contact your friends. Look for someone who is cautious, meticulous, confidential, and reliable."

All the gods stood up, agreed in unison, and then left.

The palace where all the gods were gathered just now was now empty, with only the Lord of Glory sitting alone on the throne in the center.

He tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers and whispered to himself: "Since the annihilation of the Elf God System, you have never really tried your best again, even the last time. After so many years, what are you doing? Has it become stronger? Or has it become weaker? Haha, I’m looking forward to it!”

At about the same time, next to the magic spring surrounded by rainbows, the Lord of Mysteries wearing a simple robe opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" The God of Spellcasters, who was acting as a waiter beside Him, was stunned and asked in a low voice.

The Lord of Mysteries usually maintains a meditative posture, thinking about the mysteries of the world. In the past few hundred years, He had opened his eyes only a handful of times. This time I suddenly opened my eyes for no reason, fearing that something had happened again.

The Lord of Mysteries shook his head, and a smile appeared on his mottled face like an ancient tree: "An old friend is thinking about me."

The God of Spellcasters naturally understood what he meant, and narrowed his eyes, revealing a little murderous intent.

"Don't be excited. In life, you will inevitably be remembered by others." The Lord of Mysteries said calmly, "Over the years, there have been many old friends who care about me. I don't care if they miss me again."

"I'm going to arrange it right now. No matter who dares to cause trouble, I will give them a severe lesson!"

"Don't be so nervous." The Lord of Mysteries shook his head, "You are nervous before someone takes action? If they don't take action for a thousand years, will you be nervous like this for a thousand years?"

The God of Spellcasters was stunned and asked subconsciously: "A thousand years? This is too long!"

"It's not that long. For gods, spending a thousand years preparing a trap to plot against their opponents can only be considered cautious, not slow at all." The Lord of Mysteries said, "You still haven't completely changed your mind. Don't be fooled." The concept of mortal time is troubled. Time has no meaning to you and me."

The God of Spellcasters was stunned again, then slowly sat back down, lost in thought.

The Lord of Mysteries said nothing more, just stared into the distance calmly, with a playful smile on his lips.

After a while, Sui Xiong got a strange message.

"Someone wants to deal with me?" He looked at the scroll that suddenly appeared in front of him in confusion. The words on it were slowly fading, and even the scroll was slowly disappearing, just like a piece of ice put into water and melting.

"Who wants to deal with me? I'm here to maintain world peace, why do you want to deal with me? Is there any justice in this world!" Sui Xiong did not stop the disappearance of the scroll, but quickly started thinking about who wanted to plot against him? Who reminded him?

There seemed to be a lot of people who might want to plot against him. The possibility of evil gods is very high, but it is not impossible for good gods to be there. Even among the neutral gods, there may be some who don't like him and want him to suffer.

As for notifying himself, there are not many. First of all, this person must have ability, at least medium divine power, otherwise it is impossible to do this. Then this person should be of high status and well-informed, but his identity is a bit embarrassing, and it is not suitable to contact him openly. Finally, this person still hopes that he will not be unlucky in this matter, or hopes that he can take advantage of this opportunity to counterattack... So, if you calculate it this way...

"Damn! It's still a bit too much!"

Sui Xiong sighed helplessly, split off a clone, and called his friends to discuss.

As an artist, political schemes and tactics are really not his forte.