Chapter 1 The Scales of Victory

The scales of victory in the decisive battle had already tipped towards the Alchemic Plane from the moment Soren summoned his million-strong puppet army.

With secret weapons like [Twilight of the Gods] and the "dark matter bomb," which could be described as dimensionality reduction strikes, and those warriors who disregarded their own lives, the mages of the Celestial Plane were naturally beaten back step by step.

After breaking through the enemy formations, Soren's million-strong puppet army would often charge forward, smashing apart various large magical legions, after which the mechanical warriors would swarm forward.

Once the battle entered the melee phase, the Alchemic Plane completely gained the upper hand.

Without the protection of their legions and battle formations, the physically weak mages faced the mechanical warriors' overwhelming attacks, resulting in almost a one-sided situation.

In order to counter the magic of the Celestial Plane, the empire's mechanics had put a lot of effort into magic resistance research over the years. The physical armor of the mechanical battle suits was greatly reduced, but various magic resistant materials, runes, and anti-magic devices were researched to the extreme.

Although the battle strength of individual mechanical warriors was not high, they were not afraid even when facing mages who were one or two ranks higher.

Firstly, the Alchemic Plane had a numerical advantage, and secondly, mechanical equipment greatly reduced the gap in strength.

With those high magic resistance mechanical armor on their bodies, even if they were hit by magic, the power would be reduced by seventy or eighty percent.

Unless there was an overwhelming difference in strength, such as a seventh or eighth-tier mage fighting a third or fourth-tier mechanical warrior, the scattered mages simply had no power to fight back.

The mechanical warriors unleashed a barrage of attacks, killing indiscriminately.

Even more importantly, mechanical armor is not the same as a human body; it does not feel pain or itch, and it can be replaced if it is destroyed.

The battle damage of mechanical warriors is mostly in terms of equipment loss. As long as they are not completely killed, they only need to replace mechanical limbs or add some new mechanical prosthetic limbs.

Therefore, although the mechanical warrior legions were concentrated and fell into the sea like rain under large-scale magic, the actual number of casualties was much smaller.

But for mages, any injury to any part of the body is fatal in war.

Moreover, the Celestial Plane only sent more than a dozen demigods this time, and most of the combat power above the ninth tier was restrained by Soren's puppet legions. The remaining ones, without the protection of their legions, did not gain any advantage in the hands of Qian Tiao and other top combatants from the Alchemic Plane.

Battles were raging everywhere along the dozens of nautical miles of the battle line. The sea was densely covered with corpses, and large areas of seawater were dyed red with blood, creating a scene like a purgatory.

...

"Hahaha... Mr. Soren is too strong!"

"Victory belongs to our Alchemic Plane!"

"Charge, brothers!"

"..."

The morale of the alchemic legions grew higher and higher.

The despair they originally felt when facing the invincible defense of the [Trident War God Formation] was shattered in a short period of time.

After the million-strong main legions of the Aestin, Golden Griffin, and Sacred Crown Empires were breached, this decisive battle completely entered the rout phase.

All kinds of alchemic shells flew wildly in the sky, meteorites fell whistling from the sky, and magic airships were hit, caught fire, and crashed into the sea with a crash.

Thunderclouds covered the sky, and the sea surface was very dark. The mages covered in magic shields were like glowing fireflies, flying around in the darkness in a panic.

Fighting was everywhere.

Death lurked in the storm. As the gale swept through, large swathes of lives were reaped and taken away.

The routed mages could no longer organize any defensive formations. Whenever a large magical legion showed a tendency to gather, Soren would control the puppet legions to charge forward. Whether it was the gargoyle legion or the mummy legion, they were invincible existences on the battlefield.

Wherever the puppet legions passed, they swept away everything in their path.

Puppets cannot die. From the beginning, this cut off the mages' thoughts of fighting a desperate battle with the puppet legions.

The demigod powerhouses of the Celestial Plane had also tried many times to kill Soren, the controller, but not to mention whether they could get close to Soren, who was protected by a million-strong legion. Even if they did get close, Soren's current combat power was not something an ordinary archmage could kill.

Moreover, the Alchemic Plane also had top experts. Qian Tiao, Wordsworth, Mr. Black, Centaur Kamul, Dragon Girl Marcia... They also joined the battlefield, specifically targeting various top mages to fight.

As time went by, the cross in the sky had covered an area of ​​more than a dozen miles, and most of the battlefield was under Soren's control.

More and more airships and mages were turned into marionettes by the threads falling from that cross. This decisive battle gradually turned into a terrifying puppet stage play, with a pair of big hands controlling the direction of the entire script behind the scenes.

In the stage play, a mage was about to cast a fireball spell to burn the mechanical warrior charging towards him, but found that his magic power was chaotic, and the fireball exploded in his hand, blasting him full of scorched marks. The mages on the airship wanted to control the legion's magic guide to attack the steam-powered mechanical warrior legion, but found that the magic had shifted its direction and hit their own ranks...

Like a haunting, strange events were happening everywhere on the battlefield.

The mages became more and more desperate as they fought.

They never thought that this would be the situation, nor did they think that the elite legions of the three major magical empires would be defeated so quickly and so thoroughly.

So quickly that even before they could get a response from their prayers to the gods, millions of fleets had been routed.

This was also the effect that the Alchemic Plane wanted to achieve.

In this decisive battle, Soren and his team's plan was not only to win, but also to annihilate these nearly eight million legions as much as possible, so as not to leave any future troubles.

Moreover,

It was not that the people of the Celestial Plane were not pious enough and did not receive a response from the gods.

Rather, in the dark clouds that covered the sky, a strange red moon had quietly hidden itself at the beginning of the battle. The power of faith of the Celestial Plane had been quietly stolen and intercepted by Pandora without anyone noticing.

However, what was coming would eventually come.

The faith of millions of mages could not be completely cut off.

Moreover, Soren's original plan from the beginning was not just to annihilate these millions of mages from the Celestial Plane.

Suddenly, Crow, perched on his shoulder, seemed to have discovered something and gave a dangerous warning, "Ga-ga."

Soren was not surprised. He raised his eyes to look at the distant sky, his eyes slightly narrowed: "As expected, the main body has already descended..."

...

Soren's current vision could already see through too many things.

He had seen the corpses of fallen angels, and also the mysterious high-level demon god in the pyramid tomb of the Yellow Sand Plane, seen the mummy of a god, seen a divine spark, seen divine fire... He estimated that he was the person in the entire Alchemic Plane who had the most accurate concept of the divine tier.

There are limitations to gods descending to lower planes.

The strength of a shattered plane is like thin ice on a winter lake. Only when its laws are thick enough to bear the weight of an adult will someone stand on the ice.

The same is true for the descent of gods.

It does not matter if the will descends, but if the main body descends, the plane must be able to bear the weight of the god itself.

When the Imperial Intelligence Department said that the combined attack of the three major empires of the Celestial Plane only left hundreds of thousands of mages to guard the plane passage, Soren had already determined that a divine tier had descended. Without a god guarding the passage, it would be absolutely impossible to be so careless.

But just because the "ice layer" near the plane passage was thick enough did not mean that it was thick enough elsewhere.

Therefore, Soren deliberately chose a battlefield for that god, which was the sea in front of him.

A piece of ice that was neither too thick nor too thin would make Him dare to come, but also be somewhat apprehensive and unable to exert His full strength.

Soren had already deduced this step from the very beginning when he had the plan for the decisive battle.

If the Celestial Plane was defeated, it would inevitably summon a god to descend.

And with the current combat power of the Alchemic Plane, it would not work to have some god's will possess someone. Unless the main body descended, it would be impossible to reverse the battle situation.

Now, He had come.

...

"A Celestial Plane divine tier has descended, everyone do not look directly!"

Soren issued a warning through the communicator.

In a very short period of time, all the soldiers of the United Empire heard the instruction order.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Except for Soren and a few others, the imperial soldiers did not know that they would face a divine tier in this decisive battle.

After all, it was the omnipotent god in legends. Even before descending, they felt a fatal sense of oppression that made their hair stand on end.

Fighting a god?

Alchemists do not believe in gods, so there is no question of reverence, but the difference in strength still made them instinctively feel fearful.

Even top experts like Mr. Mirror and Qian Tiao became serious.

The most dangerous moment, the moment that would determine the fate of the Alchemic Plane, had arrived.

And it was this order that caused an abrupt change.

On the horizon, a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up, as if opening the door to the kingdom of God. An indescribable majestic will descended one step ahead.

Seeing this, the remaining mages of the Celestial Plane were overjoyed. They stopped fighting and knelt down piously in the direction of the divine light, chanting the name of that god: "Welcome the arrival of the great Lord of War, Nidrogro..."

Listening to the name being chanted in his ears, Soren murmured in his heart: "A lower god who condensed his divine spark with the [War] rules."

Others dared not look directly, but his eyes shone brightly, staring at the divine light in the distance.

In the All-Knowing Eye, that was the gate of the kingdom of God, which could be called a miracle, but it was just a phenomenon of heaven and earth caused by mobilizing some power of rules.

He had reaped too many beliefs from various divine right kingdoms when he went to the Yellow Sand Plane, so how could he not know that so-called "miracles" were mostly the means by which gods collected beliefs and deceived believers?

In the eyes of others, it was a ball of divine light, which was impossible to look at directly, or what they saw was an indescribable form of majestic solemnity, a god wearing a golden cloak. But in Soren's eyes, he could clearly see a male god with three eyes on his forehead under the cover of the rules of the divine realm.

He was like the great sun, so dazzling that people dared not look at him for a long time.

And in the moment this thought turned, the three-eyed god had already traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

He clearly came alone, but it seemed to give people the illusion that the sky and the earth were filled with shouts of killing. His corpse stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, with the corpses of all kinds of races in the heavens, an uncountable number. It was as if those were the enemies he had killed on the road to becoming a god.

The divine power rolled in, and the world turned into a scarlet bloody color. Blood rain poured down on the sea in the sky, overflowing with a palpitating bloody smell.

The waves rose on the sea surface, and ten thousand miles of smoke and clouds were evaporated, constantly annihilating.

The divine might alone was already so terrifying.

...

"As expected, it is a divine spark condensed by the rules of war, no wonder..."

Soren instantly restrained his gaze, and what he had determined in his heart, his eyes gradually became sharp.

Because he had seen a more terrifying demon god than this, he was not surprised.

At this moment, he instead focused on looking at some other things.

For example, he also understood that what that divine light pointed to was the [War Rule].

No wonder the three major magical empires of the Celestial Plane believed in the same god and still conquered each other. It turned out that it was to collect faith.

Only war and death can make his divine spark more complete and stable.

Believers have always been just nourishment for the gods, and they will not care about the life and death of ants.

...

In that instant, the god had appeared on the battlefield.

He was ten thousand meters above the ground, overlooking the entire battlefield, his eyes neither happy nor sad. Whether he looked at the alchemists or his believers, they were like ants.

This was the difference in the level of life.

The thousands of people on the sea all felt the substantial pressure.

It was like a mountain pressing down on their souls, making them unable to resist kneeling down.

Because Soren had reminded them earlier, the warriors of the Alchemic Plane did not dare to look directly at the existence in the sky, avoiding a mass death.

But after all, it was the legendary god, and some people could not help but look up curiously. Just by peeking at him, the indescribable information poured into their minds, and unable to bear it, their heads exploded on the spot into a pool of scarlet.

The gods cannot be looked at directly.

The three-eyed god's face was still full of indifference. Seeing his believers suffering heavy casualties, he naturally saw Soren standing proudly in the million-strong puppet formation at first glance.

Only this human dared to look at him directly.

Feeling offended by an ant, he raised his hand at will, and a ball of light of rules had already condensed at his fingertip.

Soren was not being arrogant, but deliberately attracting the main force.

Because he knew that only he himself could be sure of withstanding a blow from a god without dying.

Having seen the scene in the pyramid underground palace where the god-tier mummy easily killed the barbarian Ralph, who had the combat power of a demigod, Soren did not dare to risk letting others attract the god's anger.

He needed to create opportunities for other partners so that the subsequent plans could succeed.

Crow on his shoulder croaked. Soren did not dare to be careless. He knew that he had been locked on by the rule attack and could not avoid it at all. But fortunately, before the three-eyed Nidrogro could make a move, the foresight warlock had instantly completed the spell, and the runes on the million-strong puppet legion lit up in an instant, protecting his body with a super-large alchemic formation.

This three-eyed lower god condensed the [War Divine Spark], but that did not mean that he would only use the rules of war!

In the sky, the [Wind Rule] surrounding the god's fingertips grew thicker and thicker. He raised his hand and pressed down, suddenly turning into a gigantic hand that covered the sky.

The spells that mobilized the power of rules for actual combat were naturally divine spells.

The movement did not look fast, but Soren knew that he could not avoid it at all. He shouted sharply in his heart: "Divine Spell: Sea Roar!"

He had seen this move in the memories of the mages of the Celestial Plane.

In an instant, it seemed that the entire sea was pressed by an invisible force, making it hum slightly, and there was a whirring sound in his ears.

The sound of the sea roar lasted for a moment, as if a giant object had fallen to the ground. With a "dong" sound, it struck the sea surface like lightning.

An invisible pressure pressed down, causing the sea surface within hundreds of meters to be dented. A bottomless pit was hammered out on the seabed, and the entire space trembled.

That finger seemed to pierce through the plane, and spider web-like space cracks cracked in the void.

"Boom!"

There was another loud noise.

The force that fell from the sky suddenly spread out, and the shock wave rapidly swept across the sea surface within dozens of miles.

With Soren as the center, the seawater exploded outwards in layers.

Those nearby warships and airships were shattered inch by inch just by being affected by the shock wave. Steel was like paper, reduced to ashes.

The power of just one finger was comparable to the combined strike of a ten thousand-strong legion.

In the center of the puppet battle formation, Soren's upper body clothes had been turned into powder by that force, and the golden lacquer-like dragon scale runes on his knotted muscles shone brightly.

He used the power of the alchemic formation and his physical strength to withstand this divine spell with his body!

"Huff... huff..."

Soren gasped for breath, a sinister smile on his face, and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof" sound.

His smile was not only a contempt for the high and mighty divine tier.

More importantly, by withstanding a divine spell, he had already determined that his judgment was correct.

This battlefield was chosen correctly!

Because the law strength of the Alchemic Plane was not thick enough, the three-eyed god did not dare to exert his full strength. The power of that finger was even worse than the mummy in the pyramid tomb before.

Having determined this, the previously discussed plan was completely feasible.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Mirror and the others turned the worry in their eyes into sharpness: "Do it!"

The plan to kill the god can succeed!

...

The three-eyed god looked at the fact that one finger had not killed a human, and only then did he lower his head and look at him.

In the eyes of the gods, everyone below the divine tier is an ant.

He didn't take it seriously.

What million-strong puppets, they mostly looked like a plate of ants.

No matter how many there are, they are still ants.

Showy,

Can be destroyed with a flick of a finger.

He raised his hand, changing his finger to his palm, wanting to strike again and kill the puppeteer.

However, before the divine spell could be condensed, he suddenly sensed something, frowned, and then made a tilting motion of his head.

He sensed a murderous intent.

A murderous intent that was even threatening to him.

It was this slight tilting of his head that seemed to have an invisible force brushed past his ear.

Human senses cannot see it, but that does not mean that he, a divine tier, cannot see the special energy shock wave that runs through his ear.

In this instant, a hint of surprise appeared on the cold expression of the three-eyed god. He turned his eyes and looked at the super giant cannon on the sky fortress.

He was not surprised that the Alchemic Plane had some strange things.

However, looking at the giant cannon, the three-eyed god's expression became serious: "Eh... [Twilight of the Gods]?"

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, he had not seen it, but that did not mean that he had not heard of the Alchemic Plane once having a magic energy cannon that could kill gods.

This was a "taboo" in the heavens.

A power that mortals can threaten the gods is absolutely not allowed to exist.

Immediately, the three-eyed god was no longer in a hurry to kill Soren first. With a flash of divine light, he appeared on the deck of the sky fortress in an instant.

He sensed it, raised his hand and hooked his finger.

"Crack" "Crack" sounds of metal tearing sounded. A terrifying force actually tore open the thick alloy deck of the fortress violently, revealing the thick rune gun barrel hidden in the cabin.

The three-eyed god looked at the divine tier runes on the gun barrel, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

As expected.

This group of mortals had actually created that ancient weapon that was considered a taboo!

He did not delay. He flicked his finger, and the gun barrel immediately exploded, revealing a pitch-black gemstone. This was naturally "Zosimos' Dark Matter."

This was a treasure passed down from the Dawn Era. For a lower god, it was a very rare treasure.

The three-eyed clan was about to put the treasure into his hand when, suddenly, an accident occurred!

At the same time that he destroyed the gun barrel, it was as if he had triggered some mechanism. "Swish" "Swish" "Swish" several rune chains shot out from all parts of the broken deck.

What is this!

The three-eyed Nidrogro immediately felt that something was wrong. Where did he not know that he had been tricked? He retreated again and again.

But those rune chains seemed to have spirituality, locking onto him, the god. In a few swishes, they bound his spirit.

This was the "Rune God-Banning Chain."

When they were in the underground city of Old Lingdun, Mr. Mirror used this trick to deal with the divine fire of the fallen angel.

This was also one of the most important means left by Sir Isaac to restrain the gods!

...

"It's done!"

Seeing this, Soren and Mr. Mirror were overjoyed at the same time.

This was the first step of the god-killing plan, and also the most crucial step.

Only by imprisoning him could they kill him!

Otherwise, everything was just empty talk.

When Soren was deducing the god-killing plan before, he had already thought that if someone were to use these rune chains to attack with a purpose, then it would be absolutely impossible to succeed.

Gods have an extremely keen insight into danger. Any external subjective hostility would inevitably be detected.

Therefore, if they wanted to be tricked, it could only be some passively triggered mechanism.

Mechanisms require "bait."

And there are not many things in the lower plane that can make a god actively interested in touching.

But [Twilight of the Gods], which can kill gods, is definitely attractive!

Therefore, Soren and Mr. Mirror formulated this plan.

The cannon just now was not expected to hit the three-eyed god at all. It was entirely to attract his attention.

Even Dora, who fired the cannon, did not know that Soren wanted her not to kill the god with the cannon, but to act as bait.

Once attracted, he would inevitably be interested in taking the "Zosimos' Dark Matter" treasure first, and then he would trigger the trap that had been set up long ago.

It really worked!

Of course, the most important thing was that Soren had grasped one point: Gods are arrogant.

In the eyes of the gods, humans are ants.

They are intelligent enough, but they will never think that lower beings have the same "intelligence."

He thinks that he sees through everything, and that absolute strength is enough to despise everything.

However, this lower god did not know that even the broken Alchemic Plane had a great alchemic demigod who could hunt gods!

This was Soren and the others' trump card that they had never revealed.

...

The moment the rune chains locked onto the three-eyed god, the entire sky fortress lit up with runes. This was a super formation.

It was like the iron ball on the shackles of a prisoner, making it impossible to break free even for a divine tier.

At the same time, all kinds of cannons fired at the god.

The deterrent of divine power can indeed make ordinary humans unable to move.

But the essence of divine power, like dragon power, is the pressure of the level of life.

Alchemists do not have reverence for gods, and now almost all of the elite imperial legions have injected [Dragon Gene Potion]. At least for the top professionals, they can completely take action.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"..."

Mr. Black, Number Nineteen, Old Sword God Bartolo, Wordsworth... all kinds of ninth-tier professionals in the Alchemic Plane immediately reacted.

Although they did not know Soren's plan, how could they not seize the opportunity?

At the first moment, they all launched attacks on the god who was bound by chains.

All kinds of forbidden-level alchemy were used on the three-eyed clan, and there was a burst of chaotic explosions.

However, after the smoke dissipated, everyone was dumbfounded.

Because they found that after this round of attacks, which was enough to easily kill any demigod, the three-eyed god stood there unscathed.

He sneered, contemptuous and sarcastic, and dusted off the dust on his clothes: "Stupid humans, you dare to offend a great god..."

He still felt a mysterious crisis just now. Now, looking at the degree of this attack, he immediately felt that he was overthinking it.

In this law-broken plane, no one can break his divine realm.

As he spoke, the divine might shook, and all the buildings on the deck of the sky fortress were reduced to ashes. Qian Tiao, Bartolo, and several melee professionals also vomited blood and flew out.

This majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth, and the believers of the Celestial Plane listened to it and knelt down more piously, chanting the name of the god.

...

Only Soren and Mr. Mirror were not panicked at all.

This battle to kill the gods was not fought like this from the beginning.

After all, the gap between mortals and the divine tier is too great.

The divine tier is an existence that can completely use the rules for its own use.

"Rules" are like steel. The divine realm of the divine tier is to forge the rules into a full-body heavy armor, and also holds a fine steel heavy sword in his hand.

The ninth tier and the demigod only barely touched the fur of the rules. They are like farmers wearing cloth clothes and holding iron farm tools in their hands.

How can a farmer be an opponent of a heavy armored knight?

That degree of attack is more like a child throwing stones at a heavy armored knight. Even if there is a clang, where is there any threat?

To kill a god, you must first weaken him.

A thousand years ago, Sir Isaac's god-killing experience had already perfectly explained everything.

That alchemic demigod also left a complete plan to deal with the divine tier!

...

In the instant that everyone took action, Mr. Mirror nearby seized the opportunity. His body split into five, turning into five identical mirror clones, and then appeared in five directions of the sky fortress.

The five clones were rapidly changing warlock seals in their hands, seemingly condensing a super-tier technique.

But in the instant that she had the intention to kill, the three-eyed clan instantly locked his eyes on him.

"Eh?"

Intuition told him that this human with mirroring abilities was using a kind of alchemy that was a great threat to him.

Although he felt that it was unlikely, he was also prepared to kill this hidden danger.

However, just as the three-eyed god was about to take action, Soren, who had regained his breath, had controlled the million-strong legion to condense a technique. He shouted sharply: "Million-Fold Space叠杀!" (Stacking Kill)

This strike was a super technique that mobilized the space rules of the [Ouroboros Time-Space Ring], and its power was not small.

The three-eyed Nidrogro also had to look over at the attention. He saw through the source of the technique at a glance, and his eyes lit up again: "Broken Divine King Artifact... As expected, it is the treasure left by that Divine King!"

This was not just an artifact that even he, a lower god, coveted, but even higher gods would flock to it.

The meaning of plane plunder is here!

This artifact contains high-level space rules. A human being only used a little fur, but the threat is indeed not small.

Nidrogro raised his hand and spread his palm, grabbing the space beam that was rushing towards him, and then crushed it fiercely, crushing the forbidden-level warlock in his hand.

Catching a forbidden spell with bare hands?

Soren's eyelids twitched slightly as he watched.

However, in this gap between actions, the five Mr. Mirrors had successfully condensed the technique.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and slapped it towards the void at the same time, shouting softly: "Summoning Technique - Plane Guardian!"

The three-eyed Nidrogro glanced to the side, his eyes stern: "Not good!"

He had just realized that it was not an attacking warlock, but a blood sacrifice summoning technique?

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Taking a closer look, the five Mr. Mirrors summoned five tall statues.

They wore cloaks, covering their entire bodies and most of their faces, mysterious and simple.

Taking a closer look, you will find that each statue has a special symbol engraved on the back of its cloak: ?, §, ?, ?, ?.

Looking at these familiar statues, Soren seemed to have returned to the time when he had just transmigrated and saw the five statues under the Stormwind Manor.

Although it was not the same batch of statues.

But now he already knew that these five were the five Divine Kings of the Twilight Cross Society who had shocked the heavens in the Dawn Era!

They represented the five peaks of known alchemy.

This was also the most crucial thing left by Sir Isaac in the battle to kill the gods!

The moment these five statues appeared, an indescribable divine aura instantly spread throughout the sea.

Each of the five statues rose up with a wisp of phantom like a soul. They grew taller and taller, and turned into five phantoms nearly ten thousand meters tall in the blink of an eye.

In that instant.

It was as if the five Divine Kings of the Dawn Era had been resurrected, and five pairs of wise eyes under the low-hanging cloaks overlooked the entire sea.

Those eyes seemed to have traveled through countless years, coming from ancient times. They were still watching the current Alchemic Plane, and also protecting the last soil of this alchemy.

"What is that..."

"Oh my god, I feel that my blood is boiling. It seems to be a call from my ancestors..."

"..."

The moment these five phantoms appeared, the thousands of alchemists present seemed to have felt a kind of inexplicable excitement.

Everyone clearly realized that even if those five alchemic predecessors had passed away, they had also sent protection from ancient times to the later generations of alchemy.

The five Divine Kings left these means to protect the inheritance and continuation of the remaining civilization's fire.

Soren, Mr. Mirror, Qian Tiao, Yekaterina, Mr. Black, Number Nineteen... No matter who it was, looking at the statue at this moment, they were relieved, excited, and excited. There was also an inexplicable sense of responsibility on their shoulders.

In an instant, their thoughts were broad-minded.

It seemed that everything they were doing now, all the sacrifices now, seemed to have value.

This is the meaning of civilization's inheritance.

...

Seeing the phantoms of the five Divine Kings, the three-eyed Nidrogro finally changed color: Damn it, how could there be such a thing!

Bound by chains, he could not break free. He could only transmit his thoughts to the believers and said, "Stop her!"

He was a divine tier, and no one knew better than him what this restriction was.

This was a plane-level restriction.

However, it was too late.

Mr. Mirror had not given anyone a chance. The warlock seal changed again: "Plane Guardian - God-Banning Space!"

Under the feet of the five mirror clones, nine-pointed star alchemy formations lit up at the same time. As if they had immediately received a response from the phantoms of the five Divine Kings, an incomparably mysterious nine-pointed star formation also appeared in the sky. In the center of the formation, the patterns of the Ouroboros and the Eye of Truth, which represented equivalent exchange, lit up. The countless mysterious runes seemed to connect the heavens and the earth. One by one, they lit up and then disappeared between the heavens and the earth.

The moment this plane-level alchemy formation appeared, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

With the sky fortress as the center, a special space with a radius of dozens of kilometers was isolated.

There were no steel battleships, no airships, and no mages here...

There were only Mr. Mirror, Soren, Qian Tiao, Pestoia, and Yekaterina.

There was also Pandora, who had turned into a scarlet blood moon in the sky.

This space had a special divine restriction: No one below the ninth tier is allowed to enter this place!

From the beginning of the god-killing battle, people who did not have the combat power of a demigod did not even have the qualifications to participate.

Seeing this, Soren and the others looked at each other. They were filled with emotion in their hearts. They had finally reached the last step.

From the beginning, they wanted to gather, and it seemed that they were going to have a decisive battle with the magic legion. In fact, the ultimate goal was to wait for this big fish to take the bait.

Now that the big fish had entered the net, it was up to them to see how they could pull it out of the water.

...

The greatest effect of this "God-Banning Space" was plane suppression. It would restrict the divine power of all gods from non-alchemic planes.

The ancient alchemic predecessors had thought of too many things for future generations. They had thought that they would be invaded by other planes, so they had left these god-killing restrictions to preserve the fire of civilization.

Using the power of the entire plane to suppress the heretical gods.

The three-eyed Nidrogro looked at the fact that the restriction had been completed and that he could no longer change anything. His original indifferent face also showed anger and killing intent.

He looked at Soren and the others and said sarcastically, "Hmph! Stupid humans, do you think that you can defeat a god by doing this?"

What Soren and the others had done was equivalent to trapping the knight's horse legs, making it impossible for him to escape, and most of the threat was restricted.

However, a heavy armored knight was still a heavy armored knight, and could not be killed by a farmer.

With the divine realm protecting his body, he was invincible in this world.

"Do it!"

Soren and the others did not talk nonsense with this guy. Qian Tiao's Asura Golden Body appeared, and thunder drums surrounded his body. The whole person turned into red and black thunder and rushed over first.

"Pa!"

A sound of stepping into the air sounded. Six long swords wrapped in the strange fire [Void Poison Flame] slammed onto the three-eyed god who was bound by rune chains.

However, the three-eyed Nidrogro only had disdain in his eyes. His hands condensed into dark red divine realm armor, and he caught the hell sword energy that was enough to kill a demigod with his bare hands.

The sword light that made human eyes dazzled was clear in the eyes of the divine tier. Every punch was caught accurately.

Although he looked indifferent, he still showed a bit of heat in the depths of his eyes as he looked at Qian Tiao's three-stage Asura Girl: "The three-stage [Asura Girl] is an excellent divine carrier body."

The Alchemic Plane really gave him too many surprises.

Not only treasures, but also all kinds of humans with excellent talents. If he could transform it into his own faith kingdom, it might allow him to break through to the middle god.

"Clang", "Clang", "Clang"...

Fists and swords touched, and the sharp sound was ear-piercing. The space was cracked with silk-like cracks.

But even if Qian Tiao's sword was sharp, it was like a light swordsman hacking on a knight's heavy armor. Apart from leaving a trace, it could not hurt the knight in the armor at all.

Qian Tiao's understanding of the hell rules was far from being able to condense the rules into a divine spark of a lower god.

The only good news was that after the plane was suppressed, the combat power that this lower god could use was at least 50% weaker than before!

He was no longer in the stage of killing anyone he touched.

At the same time that Qian Tiao took action, Mr. Mirror was not idle either. She split into five and then into nine. The nine mirror clones stood in each direction, and a charming cry was heard: "Myriad Image Mirror Wheel!"

Dealing with the divine tier, warlocks who did not reach the rule level were useless.

Imprisonment, slowing down, attacking... Mr. Mirror used all kinds of divine spells that had been copied over the past thousand years, and bombarded the three-eyed clan.

Soren also marveled at this, and saw the foundation of his sister's technique library.

It can be said that in the entire Alchemic Plane, no one can compare to her in terms of the number of divine spells mastered.

Mr. Mirror mastered almost all known divine spells!

However, even so, the divine spells that humans could use only involved a little power of rules. After the two joined forces and fought for several rounds, they