Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 386 Transmigrator Assassination Squad
"Let's collect the divine artifacts from this parallel world first."

Magalas reached out and grabbed.

He casually crushed the God of Time of the Seventeenth Generation and seized the virtual artifact of this Seventeenth Generation world: a piggy bank.

He held the divine object and sighed softly, "It's a pity it's fake. The only real divine object is in the hands of that Pure Yang True Immortal."

But for now.

Although this fake divine artifact can only be used in this world, it is enough.

boom!
The next moment, he used the characteristics of the piggy bank to begin to feel the shouts of the whole world.

mamama~
All sorts of faces, tones, and musical notes flooded into Magalas's mind like a massive torrent of information.

this moment.

If Magalas believes that the other party is attacking him, he can make those beings who are calling out this "time vowel" accelerate rapidly!
"But if it only speeds up the lives of a portion of the population, they will inevitably discover my presence."

"Now is not the time to expose ourselves."

Magalas simply intended to use the sound range of "ma" to find some old acquaintances.

He searched endlessly in this world, and after some thought, he finally went to the Eighteenth Age of Gods.

The Nineteenth Age of Gods.

Twentieth Age of Gods.

He searched all the way and finally found a frail old man selling hot soup on the street on some dilapidated planet.

Magalas quietly entered the stall, took out a piece of gold, and said to the old man:

"Do me a favor, and this gold is yours."

"What is it?" The old man asked warily, suspecting that the handsome and elegant young man was playing a trick on him.

“Shout ma!” Magalas said calmly.

The old man blushed instantly; in this world, "mama" means mother.

Should I call this young woman "Mom"?

Isn't this a huge humiliation?

The old man's face immediately turned red. "Impossible."

Magalas produced a second piece of gold.

"This, this is impossible!"

Magalas produced a third piece of gold.

"No, that's impossible."

The fourth piece.

The old man's face flushed red. "Mom."

When the old man uttered this time vowel, it seemed that an extremely strange and drastic change occurred within him, using it as an anchor point.

Pain, weariness, ferocity, and despair were etched on the old man's face, as if countless memories had been poured into his body.

"I traveled back in time?"

After a moment of calm, the old man paused, looking around. "No, it seems to be a world that is neither here nor there?"

"Welcome back to the past."

Magalas crossed his arms and smiled gently:
“Using 'ma' as the time anchor, I have also reborn you from the distant future, from the 165th Age of Gods, as the mythical emperor of the Rice Terraces Country, into this era.”

"Thank you, great Lord Time!"

The old man knelt on one knee, saying, "May I travel with you to this distant ancient time?"

The respectful old man paused for a moment, then asked, "Sir, I wonder if the others were able to travel through time like me?"

During the 165th Age of Gods, Magalas propelled the world forward, and many extraordinary geniuses emerged.

These people, as his subordinates, can accompany him to this era to rebuild his career.

even.

It was by bringing this group of "reborn" back to the past that he was able to better rebuild the world of the 165th Age of Gods here.

"Don't worry, I'm looking for their original form or counterpart from ancient times so that they can descend into this era."

Magalas said calmly, "As long as they shout out the anchor point 'ma,' they can locate this place and travel here."

"Yes."

The old man spoke respectfully.

Soon, Magalas continued to travel secretly with the old man, searching for his prehistoric subordinates in various worlds of gods and sending them across time.

time flies.

One by one, his subordinates were quickly summoned.

One of his subordinates couldn't help but say, "There are so many people coming and going here, shuttling between different eras of gods. Fang Tian's lackeys have encountered too many of them on their journey!"

A green-haired boy said, "The Trial of the Gods has erupted. These lackeys are just looking for traces of the divine artifacts, but they don't know that the divine artifacts that descended were in the hands of our adults from the very beginning."

The old man with the hot soup who had initially followed them laughed and said, "They have no idea that the arrival of this divine artifact of time is special."

"The moment this divine artifact of time descended, the host instantly gained distant memories of the endless future."

Behind him were the most powerful emperors of the 165th generation of the Divine Dynasty, all looking at Magalas with great admiration, their one and only true king.

Seeing the looks in everyone's eyes, Magalas spoke calmly:

"Gentlemen, you come from the ultimate end of the universe, the Age of Gods, and each of you is exceptionally talented."

“I can’t fight the entire world of gods by myself, so I need your team. You are responsible for fighting those gods.”

The green-haired boy next to him said excitedly, "Hmph, it's just an ancient era of weaklings. This place has only just advanced to the 39th Age of Gods. What kind of ability could it possibly have?"

Their power from the 165th generation of gods was enough to annihilate them.

Magalas smiled. "Fang Tian, ​​that's probably his name. He's a future top expert who once schemed against me and imprisoned us in the 165th Age of Gods!"

“He’s a remarkable person, we can’t let him live! Xibo, go and kill Fang Tian, ​​who hasn’t yet come of age in this era.”

The green-haired boy named Xibo revealed a hint of contempt, "My lord, he's just a little Fangtian cub. Killing him probably won't take a single move."

Magalas said, "Don't underestimate him. He and Sisyphus ruled the parallel world together and once caused our 165th generation of gods to suffer a great loss and be locked up." Magalas did not underestimate anyone.

Moreover, this person will be known as:
The King of Parallel Worlds of the Age of Gods, the Lord of 164 Worlds of the Age of Gods, a super overlord who single-handedly annihilates two real worlds.

Fang Tian's peak was at the level of the 164th generation of gods, and he also plotted to seal off the final destiny node of their ultimate birth civilization's big explosion: the 165th generation of gods.

One can imagine how powerful such a person is.

"But so what?"

A cruel smile crept across Magalas's lips. "I traveled to the distant past to slay these enemies who hadn't yet grown up."

"I'll avenge them for locking me up!"

As a protagonist who is reborn after time travel, using the advantage of foresight to nip potential future enemies in the bud, just like in a storybook, is an essential part of the plot.

"Go, Xibo, be extremely vigilant, don't let anyone discover you, and if you fail, just kill yourself."

"Yes!" The green-haired boy named Xibo responded coldly, then suddenly disappeared from the spot. "Let me test the standards of this era. I hope this battle will not disappoint me."

Magalas thought for a moment, then looked at the old man selling hot soup, “Fang Tian and Sisyphus are the two kings of two parallel worlds in the future.”

"I have no doubt about Fang Tian's fate, but killing Sisyphus in his current childhood is somewhat risky."

Fang Tian is in a parallel world before him, a world where fictional divine objects exist.

Xibo could first ambush the local god to obtain the divine artifact, become a god himself, and then go and kill Fangtian.

But Sisyphus, who has now settled in the other reality, has ironically saved his life!
in reality.

They could only attack the gods as mortals.

Furthermore, the First Age of Gods was the real world, with unfathomable Gods and immortal gods. Killing Sisyphus under their noses would likely be quite difficult.

But the old man still stepped forward, his face filled with fanaticism, and said, "I, Mo Xun, the emperor of the Time Torrent Myth Kingdom, will personally kill this man and strangle Sisyphus in his childhood!"

Magalas nodded. "Go, but remember not to get caught. It's dangerous there, and I won't come to rescue you."

call out!
Another subordinate who had traveled back in time disappeared from the spot.

Magalas looked at his two followers below him and said, "Next, the one I want to kill is none other than the Pure Yang Immortal Venerable."

“But apart from me, I'm afraid none of you will succeed if you go.”

The piggy bank's defense is too strong. This can-shaped defensive samurai's time coins are resurrection coins, allowing him to keep going back in time to restore his state.

You can't kill him until you've exhausted all his gold coins and smashed the can!
and so.

It's likely that no one present could kill the Pure Yang True Immortal except him.

"So."

Before Magalas could finish speaking, Sibo suddenly walked over quickly, carrying a head, and revealed a cold smile. "Simply put."

He presented Fang Tian's head, "When he discovered this guy who was touted as the strongest opponent in the future, he was still searching everywhere in the 7th Age of Gods for possible divine objects."

“I immediately and secretly seized the local world’s sacred object, and as a god of equal rank, I ambushed him.”

"Vulnerable."

"This primitive and backward era is far too weak," Xibo said with a hint of disdain. "Weak! Weak! Too weak!"

Magalas looked at Fang Tian's head, which was filled with disbelief and shock even in its final moments, and slowly said, "Sibo, don't be too proud."

"Time is full of chance and miracles. Even a powerful future parallel king is as weak as a rabbit on the roadside now."

"A grand historical era, a great emperor who ruled over a hundred generations of gods, was suddenly killed."

"Should we be happy? Proud? Excited? No, not at all. Looking at his corpse, I feel intense fear and awe."

Magalas's eyes flashed rapidly. "We have now changed the past, and the future of our history has been completely reshaped."

“We may not be the destined gods of this era. Perhaps one day, we might become like Fang Tian, ​​a rabbit that can be crushed at will by the roadside.”

Once the transmigrator is reborn, a chain reaction ensues.

They transmigrated to this era and slaughtered its powerful figures, even killing those who had previously wronged them, such as Fang Tian and Sisyphus.
All the future formidable enemies of the Age of Gods are now on their kill list.

But what will happen?
do not know.

Magalas sighed and looked at Fang Tian's corpse again. "Next, you continue to kill the gods on the assassination list."

"Focus on the mysterious parallel world god Surya and the parallel immortal god."

He doesn't intend to take action against the real God and the immortal god in reality, because their strength is unknown.

Let's kill the other two first.

Magalas looked at the group and said, "We can spare the others, but pay special attention to God Surya."

The subordinates beside him were stunned: "Why did you decide to kill him, sir? His whereabouts are very strange, and he has maintained neutrality."

Magalas chuckled. "It just suddenly brought back some childhood memories. He gave me a miserable childhood."

"Now that I've traveled back in time, I'm going to kill him and settle a childhood knot in my heart."

Given the level of the powerful warriors under Magalas's command, each of them is the strongest mortal. Most of the contemporary true gods would not be their match and would only be killed in one blow.

Except for those with special mechanisms and strong survival capabilities, they will basically be assassinated in one wave!

He has assembled this assassination squad to take advantage of their unpreparedness and launch a surprise attack, eliminating as many powerful enemies as possible.

Just like back then, when they attacked their own world, causing Morganan to kill them at first sight, they came here, found him, locked up his world, and ran away.

Now, he's simply returning this surprise attack tactic to them.

A glint of light flashed in Magalas's eyes. "Besides you taking action, I will also personally kill one person. The most difficult one to kill is none other than the Pure Yang Immortal Venerable and the Parallel God Morganan."

His subordinates simply couldn't do it; only he could reliably kill the two people who were best at protecting their own lives.

Once he makes a move, the other person will notice.

In other words, he can only choose one.

"Mogannan"

In an instant, he gave up on retrieving his other two time artifacts from the Pure Yang Immortal Venerable.

Parallel worlds are like individual rooms. This parallel god controls the "doors" of these rooms, and can open and lock the doors at any time, trapping the other party inside. As long as one controls the divine artifacts for entering and exiting the world, one gains the initiative to attack or defend at will!

And that blond-haired god, Morganan, is just too infuriating.

(End of this chapter)