"Moreover, thousands of artifacts boost his combat power to hundreds of tis that of his tier."
As the Green Staff continuously analyzed, everyone furrowed their brows:
Does it have an effect just by being placed in the equipnt slot?
Just as he finished speaking, seeing the astonished looks of the onlookers, the Green Staff extended his hand and presented an image of a death serpent, casually saying:
"This death serpent symbolizes death. It is impossible to kill because it is already dead and cannot die a second ti."
Everyone looked at the death serpent.
With just a glance, they imdiately felt a surge of cold death, despair, and a void of nothingness that engulfed everything.
"Amoka relies on this Divine Beast to disregard combat power and simply kill us through chanisms."
"Moreover, he can enter and exit the Death World, achieving the only way to blink, constantly evading."
The expressions of the many strong figures below grew increasingly tense.
Conceptual power with completely unreasonable chanistic traits? Like so conceptual weapons in third-rate gas?
But how could the real world possibly be like a third-rate ga?
"It’s hard to imagine, given such unimaginable power, that the other side cos from a civilization, I’d rather believe they are gods, perhaps really from the Divine Realm."
"Moreover, that guy has praised the Death God; perhaps this death serpent, able to open the Death World, is the Death God residing in the Netherworld."
The Green Staff’s analysis grew more and more unreasonable.
Mythical stories exist in every ancient civilization, and the na of the Death God is a fearso presence in most cultures.
Death is the final destination of all.
If such a god really exists, then how mighty would his power be?
Amidst everyone’s doubts,
A voice suddenly ca from the end of the conference room: "The Death God is nad Mohrsik, the most inconspicuous and common god in the eyes of the other gods."
Everyone was startled and suddenly turned their heads.
To see a tall and mighty man, who had sohow sat in a chair.
Rustle!
Everyone imdiately stood up, warily looking at this unknown being that had crossed many lines of defense. "Who are you? Are you also a god?"
"Who I am is sothing you don’t need to know; I’m just here to help you."
Magaras leaned back, casually resting his legs on the conference table, "What? You wouldn’t try to take action against , would you?"
Everyone showed eager expressions.
Yes.
They wanted to make a move.
This guy, the aura he exudes is just Seventh Tier.
The most crucial point is that among strong ones with similar power levels, any posture can affect the outco of a battle.
The other party lies back with legs crossed, a posture clearly unsuitable for imdiately blocking others’ attacks.
No matter how strong he is, a group of Eighth Tier here is enough to handle him.
Seeing everyone’s murderous intent, Magaras chuckled softly, "Humans will succumb to fear and dare not strike, but you, are you really going to strike at ?"
Strike!
Almost instantly.
Under the covert signals of several Eighth Tier strong figures, the leader, a sturdy man, suddenly made a probing move.
But the next second, everyone’s vision blurred.
The sturdy man, unknown when, sat back in his position.
"What, don’t you dare make a move?"
The sturdy man felt a rush in his heart, suddenly making another move, attacking Magaras.
But in the next mont,
The vision blurred again.
Everyone saw that the sturdy man had sohow returned to his seat once more.
’What just happened?’
"What kind of power is this?"
All the strong figures broke out in goosebumps.
"It seems, you still succumb to your own fears and didn’t strike at ."
Magaras’s ethereal voice echoed.
Then, the leader stood up, "You say, the Death God is the weakest among them? But that is death itself."
Magaras smiled a bit, his voice carrying an aged tone, "The others you face, one being the Goddess of Destiny, she who governs the fate of all living beings, possessing the Divine Power to perceive everything."
"They all hail from the distant domain of the gods, originating from another secluded region..."
"Their origins are older than you imagine."
"Their age reaches far beyond your comprehension; you believe the twelve trials are the entirety of this Cosmos..."
"But there, existing before the Cosmos, is the God of Longevity from a previous cosmic era."
Silence enveloped the scene.
Before the cosmos?
What kind of scene is that?
Magaras said: "But they are still Seventh Tier, which you can handle."
The Green Staff could not help but ask: "If they are truly gods, how co even mortals on the ground have broken through to the Eighth Tier, yet they remain Seventh Tier?"
Magaras chuckled, "Any ambitious god will try to converge their shackles, converging over a hundred shackles... and won’t rashly leap to that realm."
A hundred shackles?
How is that possible?
Needing a hundred aptitudes, all being versatile talents.
There’s no way such a person exists!
And, even if there is such a monstrous entity, what use is talent alone?
Without heritage, to explore each shackle oneself?
An inheritance is needed, a corresponding reference for understanding the attribute shackle, only then can one break through.
"Haha, using mortal thinking to asure the world of Divine Spirits."
"It’s like a grasshopper on the ground trying to understand the eagles in the sky."
Magaras revealed a hint of mockery, his figure gradually vanishing into the distance.
"This is their information..."
"You being Eighth Tier ultimately have a chance of defeating the Seventh Tier."
"But be cautious, for if the Death God is the most inconspicuous god, you are going to face a truly terrifying presence."
"He is the omniscient and omnipotent lord, the saint who grants all creatures wisdom, the most terrifying King of Gods in contemporary tis."
"He is the first Emperor ruling the cosmic era."
"He is the ultimate god with omnipotent divine power, walking the path of knowing everything, nurous cannot, knowing nothing..."
"He... is God."
A series of information about God continuously poured into their minds.
Everyone got goosebumps, taking a breath of cold air.
This rising civilization, if news got out, would probably shock every failed tier of the twelve trials at every level!
Even, it might stir various cosmic layers into a frenzy.
But in contrast, a streak of ambition also flashed uncontrollably through their minds.
Being the first to encounter the other, if they could kill him, wouldn’t it be...
"Greed is the source of civilization’s progress."
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