In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

The survivors, still shaken, gazed at the abyss entrance spewing forth embers of energy. Their faces were filled with shock, lingering fear, and reverence for Oceanus, for otherwise the entire world would have been destroyed.

Loki asked suspiciously, "Hey kid, don't you think something's not right?"

Roy glanced at Loki. "Do I need to tell you?"

With Kronos, Rhea, and Oceanus departing one after another, eight fallen gods and immortals remain on the surface, gradually heading towards a future they know well. What will happen next? Roy and the other two could vaguely sense it.

Will the Black Dragon appear next?

Perhaps they had no time to worry about these things, for they were about to face the extreme wrath of the three fallen gods. Cleos, Hyperion, and Tethys had cold eyes filled with endless killing intent.

How could they not be angry!

The twelve fallen gods had lived together in the dungeon for over two thousand years, forging a deep friendship. But things changed when Roy, Loki, and Freya arrived in this era, and unexpected events began to occur.

Fauber betrayed him and was imprisoned on the ninety-first floor!

Cronus was seriously injured by his own stabbing!

They were further divided into two camps by Roy's few words, fighting each other fiercely. Rhea used her power to self-destruct, and both she and Oceanus were severely injured, falling into the dungeon, their fates unknown!

Cleos, Hyperion, and Tethys were still under Freya's spell, on the verge of losing themselves and becoming puppets, their hearts filled with uncontrollable rage. "Damn Freya!" Tethys felt as if his head was about to split open, his self-awareness and his servile consciousness, subservient to Freya, frantically vying for dominance.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Crios and Hyperion were also deathly pale, clutching their heads in anguish.

Roy and his group didn't seize the opportunity to attack; Freya's charm was enough. They were more focused on being vigilant about their surroundings and guarding against any potential accidents, especially the black dragon inside the dungeon!

Roy took his "Intuition" skill to the extreme; if the black dragon dared to appear, he would cut it down!

As for the risks of altering history… Roy couldn't figure out the timeline of this world either; he could only do his best to handle the present situation. Before the black dragon could even emerge, another disturbance arose on the side of the fallen immortals who were about to be bewitched.

Surrounded by stars, Clio was the most lucid, a glint of madness in his eyes: "Hyperion, Tethys, use the power of the labyrinth!"

Hyperion and Tethys were taken aback.

"Crios, have you gone mad?!"

Tethys was shocked: "We will completely lose our reason; that's a power we absolutely must not use!"

Cleos roared, "Are there any other possibilities? Are you willing to be controlled by Freya?"

"hateful!"

Hyperion and Tethys's faces were extremely grim. The deity who had descended to the mortal realm without permission was Freya. Even without divine power, she could still threaten them. Combined with Roy's spatial magic, she was extremely troublesome.

Crios's gaze swept over Roy, Celia, and the others, and he said coldly, "You ants, you've been forced to use that power, you can be proud of yourselves!"

boom!

The next moment, a deep and ominous black light erupted from Cleos, Hyperion, and Tethys, and their auras rose wildly at an abnormal speed, surging rapidly!

Their vast, ocean-like divine power seemed to have been infused with endless madness and destructive energy, becoming even more violent, chaotic, and oppressive. Corrupted energy erupted from their bodies like flames, burning fiercely and shooting straight into the sky, staining the shattered heavens with an extremely ominous crimson hue. "What is that?"

Roy and the others' expressions changed drastically, and an indescribable sense of alarm and chill rose in their hearts at the same time.

This sense of oppression is completely different from before!

Themis murmured, "Crios, Hyperion, Tethys, must it go to this extent?"

The other four fallen gods were sweating profusely with anxiety.

Loki got goosebumps all over, and opened his squinted eyes: "Themis, that's...that's...does that mean you've accepted her wrath?"

"That's right, Loki. That's the power we gained by voluntarily merging into that labyrinth. It was originally prepared for you!" Themis said calmly, her attitude towards Loki clearly far worse than towards Roy.

Loki was sweating profusely. What a bunch of lunatics!

"roar!!!!"

From the mouths of the three fallen gods, the sounds of pain and disbelief were quickly replaced by more primal and violent roars, like those of ferocious beasts. The faces of Cleos, Hyperion, and Tethys were contorted, transforming into extremely grotesque figures, filled with boundless madness and a destructive desire. "Boom!"

Thick, black mist gushed from every pore of their bodies. The mist was viscous, incredibly filthy, and carried a foul stench that polluted the soul, instantly swallowing up the originally brilliant divine radiance around them.

Deep within their eyes burned a raging, black flame, devoid of any reason, leaving only the purest, most bloodthirsty light. Thea cried urgently, "Stop them!"

Without needing to be urged at all, Roy, Celia, and the others took the initiative to act when they saw that things were not going well.

Transfer to a higher position!

Spatial fluctuations engulfed Roy's figure, and in the blink of an eye, he traversed a vast distance to arrive before Tethys's massive body, which exuded an ominous aura. "So that's it. This is your ultimate trump card." Roy gazed at the eerie black mist, seemingly understanding the true meaning of "Fallen God."

Sensing Roy's approach, Tethys raised a terrifying, sky-covering hand, like a collapsing heaven, and slammed it down on the tiny, dust-like Roy. Boom!

A cold glint flashed in Roy's eyes. Without the slightest fear, he shifted his position again, narrowly avoiding the attack. The bloody wind and turbulent energy brought by the giant black hand made his black hair on his forehead dance wildly and his robes flutter, but it did not harm him in the slightest.

Perhaps at a critical moment of transformation, the opponent's self-awareness, Freya's allure, and the mechanism of killing gods were vying for that body. In that instant, Tethys's strength plummeted to its lowest point.

Roy wouldn't let this opportunity slip by!

After dodging, his movements did not stop!

As he moved, Roy also gathered his strength. He raised his right hand, and the ancient elven holy sword trembled slightly, emitting a sharp, cold light. Three Emperors Contract - 100x Amplification!

God Killer + Overlord Strike + Overlord Light + Burning Sky!

With the combined development of skills, equipment effects, and artifact enhancements, Roy's strength instantly reached its peak. He swung his sword, unleashing a crimson sword beam. The extremely restrained yet chilling sword beam, capable of freezing the souls of those who witnessed it, was like a sudden flash of cold light in the darkness, silently sweeping past.

scoff!

The crimson sword light pierced through Tethys's giant hand, cleaving his massive, mountain-like body in two, starting from his abdomen. The severed surface was incredibly smooth, and the churning organs within Tethys's body were clearly visible. Horrifyingly, there was no spurting of blood; instead, thick black mist poured out like a waterfall.

"boom!"

Tethys's body, cleaved in two by a single sword strike, crashed heavily onto the ravaged earth. The impact shook the ground and sent dust billowing into the air.

"Ugh!" Tethys growled, his features contorted, and he reached out his large hand to grab Roy in frustration.

Roy swung his sword again, and with the blessing of the "Godslayer" skill, his slash was aimed at the god and was extremely sharp, easily tearing apart Tethys's divine body.

In the blink of an eye, Tethys was cut into pieces.

On the other side, Celia and the others made their moves, using all sorts of methods, including magic and slashing, but they were unable to break through the defenses of Crios and Hyperion. Instead, they were blasted away by the two fallen gods.

Upon seeing this, Roy rushed over without stopping.

call out!

Points of light appeared around Hyperion, and the "annihilation ray," a mixture of pitch black and pale white, shot out indiscriminately, with speed and power several times greater than before.

Anything that came into contact with the light was instantly vaporized by the terrifying heat and vanished without a trace.

Just as Roy arrived in front of Hyperion, several jet-black beams of light shot out faster than he could perceive, their terrifying power making him feel that his life was in danger!

Roy's pupils shrank, and he twisted his body with all his might, using the elven holy sword in his hand to defend and block. The sword collided with the beam of light, producing a piercing sound and sparks flying everywhere.

He barely managed to deflect dozens of beams of light, and the elven holy sword was almost destroyed, unable to block the final beam.

laugh!

With a soft sound, the pitch-black beam of death brutally pierced through Roy's right abdomen.

Roy's body trembled violently, he groaned, and his face turned pale instantly. Blood bloomed in his abdomen, and he could clearly feel the corrosive energy, mixed with decay and darkness, wreaking havoc in his abdomen.

Swish!

Roy's eyes hardened, and he abandoned all defense, channeling all his power into the elven holy sword. He tilted his body and swung the blade, the strike slicing across the void. Hyperion, having used his ultimate move, had completely lost his rationality, becoming no different from a monster in the dungeon. Facing Roy's strike, he neither dodged nor avoided, charging forward recklessly. The result was self-evident: his head was mercilessly sliced ​​off.

Hyperion’s headless divine body stood on the earth.

Rumble!

Celia and the others quickly followed up, unleashing a barrage of magic—wind, fire, lightning—that engulfed Hyperion's remains, blasting them to pieces. "We did it!"

Celia and the others were delighted.

Roy said in a deep voice, "It's not over yet!"

Everyone's gaze immediately turned to the last fallen god, their pupils reflecting a horrifying scene.

The transformation is complete!

Besides Tethys and Hyperion, who were defeated by Roy and others, there was also Crios, a demon god who crawled out of the depths of purgatory, standing on the battlefield.

It wasn't just a noticeable change in his strength and imposing presence, but more importantly, a transformation in his demeanor.

The light of wisdom vanished from the eyes of this fallen celestial, replaced by a cold, emotionless focus, like that of a killing machine. Freya's allure, which had once rendered the fallen celestials wretched, could no longer stir even a ripple!

"So that's how it is!" Freya frowned, realizing the understanding that Crios and the others had come to.

Those are truly fallen gods and immortals!

The power gained by voluntarily integrating into the dungeon comes at the cost of losing rationality. It makes one immune to the power and divine strength of gods, just like the mutated black monsters, and transforms into a peerless ferocious beast that exists to kill gods!

Unlike the monsters forcibly born in the dungeon and transformed into "God Assassins," the fallen gods have the right to choose. At this moment, Crios and his companions made a decision: even if they become monsters, they will be immune to charm and then kill Roy, Loki, and Freya!

"Trouble. No one can stop them now." Themis sighed softly as she watched the two transform.

The fallen gods and immortals, including Thea, found the situation extremely troublesome. They could also transform, but it was pointless; they would simply turn their attacks on Roy and his group. "Roar!!!"

The black divine power erupting from Creus seemed to evolve into the stars of the heavens. He grasped the stars with his hands, and they shattered. Countless fragments fell like a dazzling meteor shower, and space itself shattered like fragile glass.

What everyone could see was an endless, black-flamed meteor shower that blotted out the sun!

"There's no escaping it!"

Roy, Celtia, Themis, and the other fallen gods and immortals were horrified, unable to dodge the overwhelming, saturation attack that exceeded their wildest imaginations. Roy's expression was extremely grave; the elven holy sword in his hand hummed and trembled, erupting with an unprecedentedly fierce crimson radiance. Facing the torrential rain of meteors pouring down from above, he did not retreat but advanced, his longsword slashing upwards against the tide, unleashing a series of condensed crimson strikes that soared into the sky.

Themis, Celia, and others did everything in their power to stop this catastrophe.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

Slashes, divine power, magical radiance, and meteors clashed violently, one after another, massive black flame meteors were cleaved and shattered, turning into dazzling flames. In the indescribably fierce clash, Roy and his companions were clearly at a disadvantage; Crios alone could easily suppress them with his firepower. When everyone was exhausted, they could no longer stop them.

Roy had no choice but to relocate, capturing Freya and Loki, and using the World Shield to build a fortress.

Rumble! Rumble!!

When the meteor shower hit the ground, each meteor created a super crater tens of kilometers in diameter. The bottom of the crater boiled, and terrifying shockwaves spread out, flattening everything on the surface and crushing it into fragments.

The earth once again suffered unimaginable devastation. If before it was "a scene of devastation," now it was completely plowed over and burned to the ground!

Half the world was transformed into a scorched wasteland, with black toxic smoke and dust billowing upwards, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The alienated Crios stands on the earth!

The black monster's mechanism exists solely to destroy the gods. At this moment, Creus is a killing machine, and the terrifying oppression and pure killing intent far surpass those before. The violent divine power transforms into a torrent, soaring straight into the sky.

The seemingly joking description of "becoming ten times stronger when corrupted" has become the cruelest reality at this moment.

Any ability, tactic, or teamwork... all seem pale and powerless in the face of the mutated Creos.

The difficulty of the strategy increases exponentially!

When Ivelda arrived on the battlefield, this was the horrific scene she witnessed!