My chosen ones are all the fourth disaster

Eltia continent.

Magic and swordsmanship coexist here, and ancient legends and mysterious relics are scattered all over the land.

Humans, dragons, elves, and dwarves live together on this land, and there are as many magical creatures as stars.

The glory of the gods once shone on the entire Eltia, but it was annihilated six hundred years ago.

In the central part of Eltia, the Wind Plains where monsters are rampant.

As a wasteland that neither the Principality of Elise nor the Kingdom of John wants to compete for the right to explore.

The Wind Plains is most famous for the ferocious monsters everywhere and the magical gale that has been there for years.

More importantly.

It happens to be close to one of the sources of each magic tide, the Giant Oak Forest.

Walking on it is a gamble that you are lucky and will not run into a small magic tide.

A place where you usually don't see a person for a year or two.

Today, hundreds of monks in white robes came at once.

They drove the magic shield and hurried through the gale.

Finally, they stopped in front of a stone altar.

"Found it! The blood and flesh altar mentioned in the letter!"

The altar had strong traces of artificial construction, and it was faintly visible under the cover of wild grass.

There were piles of monster corpses and human limbs on it.

The blood had solidified into red and black, with the stench of rotten meat.

Those who could not bear it had already covered their mouths and vomited.

The monks endured the discomfort and searched among the pile of corpses, and successfully found two complete human corpses.

The corpses were wearing the same monk robes as everyone else.

"It was Brother Gliza and Brother Xilin who delivered the message!"

Someone recognized the identity of the corpse, and his tone was full of grief.

The monks looked at each other, with an expression of loss and anger as expected.

"A step too late again!"

"Damn the Undead Butcher, he can run faster than the rats in the Howling Swamp!"

"Don't worry, the bodies of the two monks are still warm, which means they haven't run far!"

"Found it, there are remnants of black magic here!"

"Let's chase him!" Everyone shouted in unison.

The footsteps echoed on the Wind Plain and spread in all directions.

...

Under the flesh and blood altar covered by layers of magic runes.

The hunted undead black magician Ye Zhi.

Just like a lifeless skeleton, it blends into the soil and gravel of the plain.

It looks like a corpse that has no relatives to make a coffin for it and is randomly abandoned in the wild.

"Are you saying that your name is 'Light God Cultivation System', and the previous Light God is dead, so you asked me to be the successor?"

Ye Zhi looked at the pale golden light ball in the sea of ​​​​spirituality with a head full of question marks.

The light ball thought there was a chance and answered quickly.

"That's right! As long as you do what I say, I guarantee that you can become the next God of Light within a hundred years!"

"The church that is chasing you is ours, and they will be your subordinates in the future. How about that, isn't it awesome?"

As he said that, he looked at Ye Zhi proudly.

At the same time, a bright blue light curtain unfolded in Ye Zhi's mind.

[Do you want to bind the system? ]

Although it was expected.

When Ye Zhi saw the technological page of the light curtain, his heart still trembled.

Seven hundred years.

He has been waiting for the system for nearly seven hundred years!

Do you know how he got here in these seven hundred years!

Although the system is fake, his obsession with the system is real!

Ye Zhi, 700 years old, is a time traveler.

He is also a time traveler who has never waited for the system.

On an ordinary day on Blue Star.

He suddenly wore Eltia-this dark magic world.

After the brief excitement about magic passed.

The problems that come with coming to the backward magic world are coming one after another.

Poor food, poor clothing, no identity, language barrier...

Even different worldviews.

The barbarity and cruelty of the backward magic world tore the worldviews he cultivated in the 21st century to pieces.

Fortunately, human potential and adaptability are always far beyond expectations.

With one point of talent, one point of wisdom, one point of effort, and one point of sweat.

And ninety-six points of shit luck.

Ye Zhi finally managed to survive in Eltia.

Even lived longer than the average long-lived race.

As a price.

In these six hundred years, he experienced:

From human to undead;

From orthodox magic genius to a black magician who is hated by everyone;

Wanted by the entire church of Eltia for 600 years...

Well, living longer, the experience must be richer.

Although Ye Zhi's reputation outside is already one level deeper than infamous.

But he is really a good man.

There is a price to pay for going against the whole world.

For example.

Ye Zhi is now blocked by the people of Chi Ming Church in a barren plain.

He is almost dead.

There is blood on both sidesHai Shenhan, the light ball still wants him to subdue the other party?

Ye Zhi clapped his hands in admiration.

"Great, it's just right to use them as fertilizer for my bone marrow."

"Uh..."

The light ball forgot what it was going to say.

Even if the memory inheritance it obtained was incomplete, it knew that bone marrow was a precious magical material.

Even the undead creatures that had died for a long time could use it to grow a complete skeleton.

The important thing is.

It needs a lot of flesh and blood from intelligent creatures to feed, and it is an absolutely taboo material.

The light ball shook imperceptibly.

This is not a compliment, it's a desire for the other party's life!

As expected of the undead black magician, he wants the lives of hundreds of people as soon as he opens his mouth!

Its voice unconsciously lowered.

"You, your vitality is rapidly draining, only I can save you, you don't have to hold on..."

The rest of the words were not finished.

The situation in the spiritual sea suddenly changed, and Ye Zhi transformed into a clone in it, holding the light ball up.

Ye Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked at it: "What's the need?"

The light ball was quiet for two seconds, and instantly made a sharp explosion.

"You! You you you you!!! How can you come in and catch me?!!"

"This is my spiritual sea, why can't I come in?" Ye Zhi asked back.

He put the light ball that just fit in one hand in his hand, and squeezed it into a circle.

Looking at the light ball in his hand, no matter how he resisted, it was useless.

Ye Zhi had a rough idea of ​​its strength, and his face showed obvious disgust.

"Can your methods of the gods be more old-fashioned? Installing the system is a trick used hundreds of years ago, and you still use it?"

Almost forgot to say.

Ye Zhi encountered something a few hundred years ago.

It was just that he accidentally made enemies with the gods.

The good news is that the gods died in the war of gods 600 years ago.

The bad news is that the gods are immortal.

As long as his believers are still there, he has the hope of rebirth.

So, every one hundred or eighty years.

There are always gods whose rebirth progress is almost over, and they want to occupy his body for rebirth.

Wanting a system golden finger is Ye Zhi's obsession as a time traveler.

But every time he wants to occupy his body, he uses this trick.

Only ghosts will be fooled!

"Forget it, I'm done with it!" Ye Zhi suddenly said.

The bright blue light curtain shattered, and the system's mask was completely torn off.

A strong light burst out between Ye Zhi and the light ball.

The light ball sensed that the power in its body was rapidly draining away.

It struggled more violently, and its tone was terrified.

"You, what are you doing?!"

"Of course I'll send you back to where you came from. Dead gods shouldn't think about resurrection every day!"

Ye Zhi grinned with a wicked smile.

"Times have changed! Gods are no longer needed now, old antiques!"

Then he held the light ball tightly and accelerated the power transmission.

The light became brighter and brighter.

Three seconds later.

A thin translucent line appeared between the person and the ball.

Looking at the ball of light that was still in his hand, as if nothing had happened, Ye Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no!

Isn't it the God of Light?