These big shots are actually me - #422 - Chapter 422

Of course, there are also evil gods who cannot trust anyone and insist on acting alone. But there are only two such people, one is the epileptic Burup, and the other is Paspa who “escaped from death”.

Just like that, the exiles started their attacks one after another!

It was also on this day that the war of the gods, which had never happened again since the War of Blasphemy, finally broke out again!

But the difference from back then is that the ancient gods launched the blasphemous war for salvation, while today’s exiles do it for their own desires.

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The first one to be attacked was none other than the guidance tower of spiritual scholar Campbello!

The huge python body easily wrapped around the guidance tower. At the same time, terrifying wailing also appeared around the guidance tower.

In just a moment, the majestic and huge white tower collapsed in the struggle with the giant python.

The Guidance Tower is the divine kingdom of Campbello, the spiritual scholar, and the eyes of the righteous gods in the spiritual world.

Destroy it, and the spiritual world will completely become a fog.

This can greatly facilitate the activities of evil gods inside.

Therefore, the first one to be attacked was the empty guidance tower.

Also at the moment when the guidance tower was attacked, Campello, who was still discussing with the righteous gods how to respond, stood up.

“Come so fast?!”

Campello originally thought that the other party would wait a few days in order to restore his own vitality, but he did not expect that the other party would immediately start taking action before they had discussed much.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Sanchez immediately asked this question.

Cambelo said directly:

“My Guidance Tower was destroyed by the Howling Rippers and the Terror Lord. I’m sorry, but I think I must go back immediately.”

Hearing this, Ilúvatar frowned and said:

“Then come with me.”

Although the guidance tower was destroyed, as long as Cambelo could go back and fight off the two attacking evil gods, Cambelo would still be able to rebuild the guidance tower.

Because the Guidance Tower is, after all, Cambelo’s kingdom of God.

If the Lord God is still there, the reunion of the Kingdom of God will not be difficult.

But Cambelo shook his head and said:

“I’m very grateful for your kindness, but I think you and others will have to go back first.”

After saying that, Campello looked helplessly at the sky that was shrouded by endless dark clouds.

The Scarlet Ones, representing the return of the prisoners, have disappeared, replaced by dark clouds that pervade the entire world.

At the same time, the other goddesses have almost received the prayers of their believers.

This time it was not a guidance tower that was attacked, but the entire world!

After realizing this, the gods on the Zhengshen side felt an indescribable depression.

It came so quickly and so unusually.

It is true that the opponent failed to attack in full strength, but in this way, they were slightly caught off guard.

Cambelo took a deep breath and said to the goddesses:

“You should go back to your own churches to defend against the enemy. We are already far behind them in terms of numbers. If our respective parishes are also destroyed, then we will really be at a disadvantage.”

The evil gods had the numerical advantage, while the righteous gods had the home field advantage.

The gap between mortals and gods is indeed very large, but it does not mean that nothing can be done.

The Storm King’s ability to kill gods already illustrates this point.

What’s more, the righteous gods actually have another killer weapon – zero-level sealed objects!

The prisoners have nothing to offer.

Mortals who hold zero-level sealed artifacts, combined with their numerical advantage and the fundamentals that they have worked hard on for many years, are definitely not just talking about killing gods. Besides, as long as they can hold back the incoming Evil Gods, they will have already severely damaged the Evil Gods in the away game.

After all, the evil gods dare to openly attack the Zhengshen diocese because they have a numerical advantage. If this advantage is gone, the relatively weak me will really be looking for death in one-on-one with Quan Sheng Zhengshen in other people’s diocese. …

Finally, Campello also laughed and said:

“Furthermore, it is our responsibility to protect believers.”

After saying that, all the gods present bowed to each other and then left the Tingnan ruins one after another.

Even the moon, which was supposed to stay here, returned to its own people.

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When the majestic white tower collapsed and only ruins were left, the two evil gods who attacked here did not leave.

The giant python that he personally pushed to the White Tower has already disappeared into nothingness, but the snake messages coming from time to time in the surroundings undoubtedly indicate that he is still there.

On the ruins of the White Tower, the Wailing Ripper was squatting on a sofa he took out from the ruins, reading Cambelo’s works.

From time to time, he nodded in agreement.

Even when Campello returned here, He maintained this posture.

But after taking one look, Cambelo raised his eyebrows and said, forgetting even his opening words:

“Why are you reading backwards?”

Didn’t he remember that the Howling Ripper was illiterate?

And this book is not written in some secret language or a little-known language. If Campello remembers correctly, it seems to be the other party’s mother tongue, right?

This surprising question directly caused the extremely depressing atmosphere on the scene to disappear out of thin air.

After a long silence, the Wailing Ripper placed this masterpiece, which theoretically could be understood by children, on his sofa with twitching eyes.

And smiled at Campello as if nothing happened:

“How dare you come here alone?”

“Why, is our Lord Caretaker going to be the first to die?”

“Uh. No, why on earth would you pretend to understand the essence of a book you can’t understand?”

Campello also knew that this was not the time to ask this question, but as a leader of scholars, he was worried that he would choke to death if he did not ask this question.

This question made the wailing tearer on the opposite side, who finally got his posture right, choked again.

Even the snake messages that came from the void from time to time stopped completely because of this problem.

After a long time, the Howling Ripper continued to speak forcefully:

“Don’t worry, in order to thank you for guarding me for so many years, I will try my best not to kill you. I will banish you! I want you to taste the banishment yourself.”

“Well, you really can’t answer my question?”

A seemingly illiterate guy became a god in a world where knowledge is power. This was really unbelievable to Campello.

In response to this, the corner of the Wailing Ripper’s mouth twitched again and again, and then he said with great enthusiasm:

“What the hell, can’t you straighten your attitude?! We are enemies, enemies, mortal enemies who are naturally opposed to each other. Can’t you stop asking?!”

“Why don’t you just pretend not to see it, or just come up and fight us? What are you trying to do by holding on to this problem?!”

“Okay, I’ll admit it, I just pretend to know what I don’t understand! Are you satisfied? Can you fight?”

Maybe the good gods and evil gods and even the countless subsequent historians would never have imagined that such a bizarre scene would occur at the beginning of this shocking war.

Seeing the wailing tearer who couldn’t hold himself any longer, Campello shook his head and said:

“Okay. What a surprise, but that’s right. As a scholar, my opponent is an illiterate. It makes sense!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a crazy howl instantly resounded throughout the spirit world, and at the same time, a huge snake’s mouth suddenly opened from under Cambelo’s feet.

In just an instant, Campello disappeared into the snake’s mouth.

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Mozo’s trip to Mir and the Great Forest went very smoothly, and the tree people all agreed to Mozo’s proposal to participate in the war.

This world does not have the allusion of lips dying and teeth cold, but this truth is common and can be recognized!

But one thing that surprised Mo Zuo was that the Lord of the Qiuhe was about to die!

The first tree man in the world, he was supposed to be the eldest son, but in the end, Pustala, who could not even become a god, may return to his resting place at any time…

This is also the masterpiece of the ancient dragons. Pustara, the Lord of the Hills, is neither the eldest son nor the second son, but the tree people did indeed participate in the Battle of Blasphemy.

Therefore, the Lord of Qiuhe is also on Gu Long’s revenge list.

Not long after the Age of Gods began, this original tree man was seriously injured in a sneak attack by an ancient dragon.

It can also be blamed that Mozo, who was the Lord of Judgment Tyr last time, did not meet the Lord of the Hills when he went to Mir to negotiate with the Great Forest.

It seems that even the roots cannot penetrate into the earth, and Pusdala, the lord of the hills and valleys, can only hang on to countless cherished springs of life.

Standing by the spring, Mo Zuo, who could smell a trace of putrid smell, fell silent.

After a long time, Mo Zuocai sat on the ground by the spring and said:

“No wonder I couldn’t see you the last time I came here.”

The Lord of the Qiuhe did not answer Mozuo. He just glanced at the Storm King by the spring with a slightly strange look.

He couldn’t remember when the king of the ocean came to Mir and the Great Forest.

Tyr, the Lord of Judgment, failed to see the Lord of the Hills, so Pustala naturally did not recognize Mozo as Tyr.

But immediately, the Lord of the Qiuhe heard the king suddenly ask him:

“By the way, can you still recognize me? We should have met before in Genesis, in the Heavenly Palace.”

For the first time, Pustala, who had not spoken since being seriously injured since being attacked by the ancient dragon Crosanks, finally spoke the first sentence in thousands of years after staring at Mozo for a long time. talk:

“I am not sure.”

The terrifying poison has already soaked into every inch of Pusdala’s body.

It was the unique masterpiece of Plague, and it was also a life-changing blow of an ancient dragon under the cover of countless companions risking their lives.

It stands to reason that this terrible poison should have swept through the entire Mir and the Great Forest, but in the end, it was all completely locked in his body by Pusdala alone.

But the cost of doing this is that it is no surprise when Pusdala dies.

His ability to survive to this day is not so much due to the watering of the fountain of life at all costs, but rather to the fact that he cannot let go of his own people and has been relying on his strength to survive until now.

Looking at Pusdala who asked about the whereabouts of rotten dead wood as soon as he opened his mouth, Mozo did not ask any more questions.

After standing up and giving a slight salute, Mo Zuo planned to leave.

But before that, the world’s first tree man suddenly asked:

“The Blasphemy War… will it happen again?”

Mozo paused for a long time before turning back and saying:

“No, I’m sure! The battle with the exiles will be the final battle! Master Pusdala, please rest in peace and recover from your injuries.”

The old tree man who received Mozo’s answer showed no expression on his face. He just stared at the noble man in front of him quietly.

After a long time passed, he said with confidence:

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Immediately, Mozo was surprised to see that the fountain of life under Pustala was bottoming out at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, Pusdala’s withered torso also glowed with new vitality at this moment!

But this is not the other party’s fault…

“Lord Pustara? What are you doing?”

The crown of the tree is full of green branches and leaves. Pusdala pulled his body out of the dry bottom of the pool.

Then he strode out of the forest.

And when he passed Mozo, he said to him:

“Since this is the final war, I don’t have to hold on any longer. Dear Sir, although I am still not sure who you are.”