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Five days before the door of creation opens.

To the south of the Gate of Creation is the vast silver-sand desert.

In a hidden and desolate valley, there is an inconspicuous camp, which is exactly the war camp.

In the camp, in addition to many war saints, all mortal descendants of the war god system were also present.

There are five people in total, namely the level 18 war lord Hergrit, the level 14 wilderness hunter Arnold, the level 14 eternal defender Siren, the level 13 love goddess Margaret, and the level 12 battlefield doctor Beyoncé.

In other planes, this is an extremely powerful force that can easily determine the rise or fall of a mortal kingdom.

But in the Lost Plane, the five war gods were all uneasy, feeling as if they were walking on thin ice on a lake with their hearts pounding.

In the camp, Hagrid chewed the hard dried meat. He felt that it was too hard to chew, so he took a sip of the light fruit wine with a slightly sour taste.

"The fate of the multidimensional world has reached a terrible dividing line. Beyond this line, our power will become insignificant."

The war lord's tone was very calm, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Revenant Arnold said: "Sir, I don't understand."

Hergrit whispered: "If I remember correctly, the woman Cicero is looking for has a very special identity. She may be the key to Cicero's complete inheritance of the imperial power of the empire."

The meaning of this sentence sounds very simple, but no one here really understands the deeper meaning of this sentence, not even Hergrit himself.

Margaret, the goddess of love, whispered: "My dear, where did you get the news? Did it come from the abyss?"

Hercule nodded: "Yes, it's the abyss that's imprinted on my mind."

"The memory is very vague and has no beginning and end, but this memory tells me that if I have the chance, I will find a way to destroy this woman."

The Eternal Defender Siren asked: "My lord, do you intend to do this?"

Hergrit shook his head: "Of course not, we are no longer powerful enough to intervene in this dispute."

"I may be able to kill that woman, but after killing her, all of us will die!"

After a pause and a sip of light fruit wine, he said softly: "But we can't retreat easily. If we have the chance, we can't just watch."

"Because the outcome of this dispute will profoundly affect the fate of the plane world, including ours."

Beyoncé, a combat doctor, said softly: "Sir, I still don't understand. You said dispute. So who is arguing with whom?"

The Revenant Hunter also said: "I was also about to ask this. It is clearly Cicero who is encircling and suppressing a mysterious ranger. A conflict of this level does not seem to be a dispute, right?"

Hergrit grinned: "I didn't quite understand it before, but after so many days of investigation, the truth has been revealed."

"If my guess is correct, this so-called mysterious ranger is the natural emperor."

"He has now mastered this woman with a special identity, and he covets the lost imperial power of the ancient Dawn Empire."

As soon as these words came out, the four powerful gods present were shocked and felt it was incredible.

Revenant Arnold was drinking and suddenly choked and coughed repeatedly.

"Natural Emperor Rosen. Is he crazy? He dares to compete with Cicero for imperial power?"

Originally, Cicero had always been an extremely mysterious figure, hiding behind the scenes and basically unknown.

But these days, he appears frequently, frequently showing amazing high-power and great power, and clearly showing his identity as an ancient royal family, shocking the Void Gods who came to explore the lost plane.

The great god could barely keep his mind steady, but the powerful god unconsciously had an inherent impression that Cicero was invincible.

Now, for a mortal nation that was unknown a dozen years ago to contend with such a terrifying figure, the powerful gods felt it was outrageous, and subconsciously thought that the other party was extremely arrogant and simply seeking death.

Margaret, the goddess of love, looked worried: "My dear, what are you going to do?"

The other two gods also looked at Hergrit.

Hergrit was silent, his eyes filled with lava light staring unblinkingly at the bonfire jumping in front of him.

After a long time, he spoke: "First of all, we have to make one thing clear, that is, we must get rid of the control of the abyss."

His eyes passed over the faces of each god one by one.

"In my memory, the abyss is the darkest place in the world. It is filled with bottomless conspiracy, endless greed, and the most complete indifference."

"There, the only person you can trust is yourself."

"When you sleep, you must open your eyes, hold your sword, and wear your armor. When you eat, you must carefully examine any object at any entrance, because every object may be filled with poison."

"Little people will be skinned for taking one more look at big people. Big people will be betrayed for saying harsh words to little people."

“Everyone’s heart is filled with an inexplicable but endless desire, and is driven by this desire to do all kinds of crazy and unreasonable evil things.”

"So, once I got out of the abyss, I never thought about going back."

He took a sip of light fruit wine and continued: "The current situation is that the Dawn Empire, which was lost ten thousand years ago, may regain its glory because of this woman with a special identity."

"The difference is, who will take charge of this glory?"

At this point, the situation is very clear.

Margaret, the goddess of love, continued to ask: "My dear, who are you going to support? Cicero or Rosen?"

Hergrit did not answer immediately. He looked around at the four followers again: "What do you say?"

Arnold the Revenant snorted coldly: "I personally think that Cicero is better. He is the royal family of the Dawn Empire and should inherit this glory. And the natural emperor is just a nouveau riche. He can never be Cicero. opponent!"

Hergrit shook his head slowly: "Arnold, the Natural Emperor is indeed a nouveau riche, but being a nouveau riche does not mean that he is weak. Therefore, the reason for your judgment is not sufficient."

Arnold shrugged: "Sir, okay, I admit that I have some personal biases."

At this time, the Eternal Defender Siren said: "I actually think Emperor Rosen is better."

"First of all, this Emperor Rosen has been fighting with Cicero for many days, and there has never been a winner. This shows that the power gap between the two sides is not big."

"Of course, Cicero must be stronger because he is always attacking, but he does not have a crushing advantage."

"Secondly, Emperor Rosen is in charge of a completely unified empire. But Cicero's men are either warlords working in their own way, or barbaric natives who have completely lost the glory of their ancestors, and have no development prospects at all."

Without a future for development, there is naturally no way to fight against the abyss.

"I agree with Siren," said Beyoncé, a combat medic.

"After all, we are not judges. We have no qualifications and no need to evaluate the reasonableness of inheritance rights. We only need to see who is more beneficial to us."

Arnold shrugged: "If you put it that way, Rosen is indeed better, but it still doesn't stop me from hating him."

Margaret, the goddess of love, said: "I also think Rosen is better."

"Because he is young, the pursuit and persistence in his heart have not disappeared. And Cicero traveled through thousands of years, his soul must wither like ashes. If he is allowed to inherit the ancient glory, a new abyss will appear in this world. "

Hergrit nodded slowly, his tone more relaxed.

"I'm glad we can get on the same page because that's what I think too."

But this relaxation only lasted for a while before turning back to solemnity:

"But not everyone thinks this way, and that's not the case with Atumen, Gomiral's lackey."

"Karl, the God of Destruction, has always been a follower of Gaumiral, and he must also support Cicero."

"As for Talos, the God of Order, his attitude is ambiguous."

"So, once we choose to support Rosen, we will become mortal enemies with Gaumiral and Karl. We must pay attention to this in future dealings."

The gods nodded.

Hergrit looked at the love goddess Margaret again: "Atumen has been very close to Cicero recently. I bet he is going to use Cicero's hand to deal with Rosen."

"My dear, find an opportunity to pass this news on to your daughter."

"I will."

Just when the War Gods unified their thoughts, other Gods were making similar choices.

Atumen, the Lord of the Sun, even directly found Cicero's substitute.

This time, he didn't find it empty-handed, but brought the Nirvana Sword.

He presented this second-level artifact directly to Cicero's stand-in.

"Your Majesty, I know that you certainly have no shortage of powerful artifacts on hand, but one more artifact is better than one less artifact."

"This sword of annihilation is a rare weapon even in the "Brilliant Glory" of the divine world. I dedicate it to you, hoping that it will be helpful to you."

Cicero's stand-in still wore black robes and a pure black rune mask on his face.

He took the Nirvana Sword, admired it carefully, and said with a smile: "I never expected that my former mortal enemy would become my helper."

To be honest, he actually lacks artifacts, because some of the most powerful artifacts in the empire are sealed in the Royal Creation Bureau.

So, the sword helps him a lot, but of course he doesn't show it.

On the other side, Atumen, who knew many inside stories, naturally knew it, but of course he would not expose it.

He smiled apologetically: "Your Majesty, there are no eternal enemies in the world. The grudges of the past should have dissipated after more than 10,000 years of wind and sand."

Cicero chuckled: "Dissipate? It's not that easy."

He stared at Atumen, and an icy cold light appeared behind the mask: "The only way to eliminate hatred in the world is never forgetting, but blood."

"So, I took this sword from you because it is very useful, but you"

Before he finished speaking, the blue-white sword of Annihilation suddenly flashed and cut off Atumen's head.

Atumen's body was descended from the mortal world. After his head fell to the ground, he was not dead for a while and even smiled apologetically.

"If your majesty thinks this can relieve your anger, I will send a few more saints over for your majesty to test the sword."

Although he is smiling apologetically, he is confident.

Cicero snorted.

"How dare you show off this little trick of empty life in front of me, you are really looking for death!"

As he spoke, he raised the Sword of Nirvana and poked it into the air in front of him. The front half of the sword sank directly into the air and disappeared. When he pulled it out again, the head on the ground had stopped smiling and turned into shock and pain.

He forced himself to ask: "Your Majesty, I don't understand."

For this meeting, he set up four levels of control springboards. He expected that even if the opponent saw through the first level, even if it was a second level springboard, he would not be able to hurt him.

Unexpectedly, the opponent ignored the existence of the springboard and stabbed his original soul with a sword.

Cicero smiled faintly: "I know the use of this magic sword better than you, so thank you very much for giving it to me, because it really helped me a lot."

Atumen could no longer hold on, his void soul collapsed, and his mortal body completely lost its vitality.

Cicero sneered: "Antowanji has a good dog."

As for this sword of annihilation, it is indeed very powerful, but it is far from being able to exert its maximum power in the conventional magic ring. It must be used by his original body in the high-energy magic ring to exert the true power of the second-level artifact.

"Then, Tiralilin, I will wait for you at the gate of the Creation Bureau."

The best case scenario is that his warriors successfully capture her alive, and then he takes this opportunity to inherit the Creation Bureau.

The medium case is to successfully prevent her from entering the Royal Creation Bureau, so he has a full 500 years of spare time.

In this way, he can free up his hands to deal with the troublesome natural emperor.

The worst case scenario is that the powerful emperor escorts her to break through the blockade and successfully come to him.

That will naturally be a fierce battle.

‘I hope to fight again. ’

The last time he fought, he was contemptuous and lost, and he was very dissatisfied.

This time he will go all out and make him taste the taste of despair.