Global Descending:Survival in the Sand Sea

"Arrogant, ant-like existence dares to steal God's power, ridiculous!"

The Scythe of War laughed in anger. Even if he is now extremely weak, even if he is currently in the body of Moro, it is not something that a small believer can offend. How can a god who is based on believers not spare any means to control his followers?

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"Um…!"

However, when the Scythe of War counterattacked with confidence, it discovered that all the reserved back-ups were unable to take effect at this time.

"How is this possible!" War Scythe really couldn't figure out how Moro, who became stronger with his strength, escaped from his control. "No, you are not Moro, who are you!"

"My God, you finally realized it. Of course I am not Teacher Moro. You can call me Erlen, haha!"

"I didn't expect that a thousand years of planning would be ruined by an inconspicuous little insect like you. Huh, don't be so rampant, blasphemer Elen, I remember your breath. When I come back next time, I will search all the mountains and seas to kill you.

If you are captured, you will have to endure the pain of skinning, cramping, breaking bones, sucking marrow and burning your soul forever!"

Facing Erren's taunt, War Scythe responded coldly, vowing to avenge his shame.

"Oh, what makes you think you have another chance of recovery!"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you think I worked so hard to help Moro call you back from the void? If it is just to expel you, I have ten thousand ways to prevent you from coming!"

"Hmph, I admit you won, this body soaked in divine power will be an advantage for you!"

"No, no, no, you still don't understand what I mean. Why am I going through so much trouble? Of course I want them all!"

"Delusion, just because you want to keep me!"

"I understand, you are stalling for time and want to use the hands of those hyenas to get rid of me. Oh, don't even think about it. It is very difficult for me to come, but it is just a thought for me to leave. Blasphemer, you

Just wait for me!"

"Oh, you still don't understand. I said I want it all, so how can I lend it to others!"

"How is it possible? Why can't I let go of this body?"

Thoughts surged, but War Scythe found that he was still staying where he was, and had not returned to the place of sleep. His soul was firmly bound in Moro's body, and he finally panicked.

"Now you understand, my God, I will send you away right away. Teacher Moro has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"No, no, no, blasphemer, stop!" When Erron began to draw out the source of his divine power, War Scythe finally believed that this little bug in his eyes really had the ability to silence him forever, "Eron, stop.

Don't commit your blasphemy, believe in me, and I will give you greater power!"

"oh?"

"Now I don't even have one ten thousandth of the power I had in my heyday! Believe in me, and when I reach my peak again, I will give you supreme power!"

"Oh, I don't dare to ask for the power you gave me. It's better to get it by yourself! No need to struggle, go to silence, the ancient god from the last era!"

"No..., I am not willing...!"

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"The biggest obstacle in District 7 has been removed!"

After a few moments, the War Scythe let out its last mournful cry and then fell silent forever. Erlen held the war scroll and the War Scythe in his hands and muttered to himself in the air, as if conveying a signal to someone.

"Huh? How come these things appear in the Broken Star Realm? I need to report it to the Lord!"

After reading the memory fragments of the Scythe of War, Moro discovered something that should not have appeared in the Starshattered Sea. He believed that the matter was serious and needed to be reported to Wang Yi immediately.

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"Eren, what do you want from me? Did your archaeological trip go well?" Wang Yi smiled and asked Erlen, who hurriedly returned from the projection.

"Sorry for your concern, the Scythe of War has been lost forever in the hands of my subordinates. I am looking for you urgently because I discovered something extraordinary in the memory fragments of the Scythe of War!"

"Oh, tell me carefully!"

"My lord, please take a look!"

Erlen presented the memory fragment of War Scythe in the air in the form of audio and video. After a huge battle, War Scythe dragged his scarred body and fled into a gap in the void, and then fell into a deep sleep.

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Suddenly, the voice of a sacrificial call came to this dark land that had been silent for countless years. The war scythe, which was as tall as a mountain, opened its eyes at the call, and the golden divine light illuminated the entire sleeping land. A majestic god.

The body stands tall.

But the next scene was a bit mind-numbing. The resurrected Scythe of War shook its body, and then countless black creatures flowed down like a waterfall. It turned out that the flesh and blood of the majestic god's body had long been hollowed out.

, even the golden bones are full of tooth marks.

There was a click, like the first card of a domino falling, and the golden skeleton full of tooth marks continued to break and collapse.

"No!"

The desperate voice of the Scythe of War echoed in the Sleeping Land, and the fierce divine fire enveloped the entire Sleeping Land. When the divine fire dissipated, only the spirit of the Scythe of War was left isolated in the Sleeping Land.

"This is the evil tribe, why do they appear here!"

Although the group of black creatures was only visible for a few seconds, Wang Yi recognized them at a glance as the evil tribe he had fought against on the edge of the spiritual world.

The evil tribe, one of the three disasters on the edge of the spiritual world, will bring heavy casualties to the lords and natives on the edge of the spiritual world every time they appear. Wang Yi still remembers how many casualties the human lords suffered after the Roulette War, and these casualties

Most of them are caused by evil tribes.

After coming to the Broken Star Realm, Wang Yi had specially collected information about the evil tribe, but he had gained very little because the evil tribe had never appeared in the Broken Star Realm since ancient times, and the records of the evil tribe were only encountered on the edge of the spiritual world.

A few words left by the lord of the Evil Clan Disaster.

"The evil tribe that shouldn't appear suddenly appears in the Broken Star Realm. This is no small matter!"

"No wonder you don't pay attention to us survivors in the spirit world. It turns out that you, Spirit Master, have already chosen a new family!"

Hai Wentian's tone was sad. The greatest sorrow for a race is to be abandoned by the will to follow them wholeheartedly. Looking at the fallen evil tribe, the struggle of the Linyao tribe in these eras seems to be a joke.

"Fortunately, our Linyao clan has found a new destination!"

"Wentian, you're here."

"Yes, I'm here. Seeing today's scene, our Linyao clan has completely lost all guilt towards the Spirit Lord. From now on, the Linyao clan will only live for the Linyao clan!"

"Lord, please ask the Heavenly Mother, the law enforcers of Apocalypse are approaching my location, I need to go back to deal with them!"

"Go ahead and remember to pass this memory on to Apocalypse's law enforcers!"

"yes!"

"Today's discovery may be the beginning of a huge disaster, but when the sky falls, there will naturally be someone taller. The game of great wills is not our turn to worry about. The only thing we have to do is to continue to strengthen ourselves, in order to

Protect yourself when disaster strikes!"