In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was somewhat bewildered. "We were tricked from the very beginning? Who in the world would dare to plot against my Spirit Hall?"

"Didn't you hear what my god cried out before he vanished?"

"Evil gods, evil artifacts, could it be that..."

“That’s right. Just as you thought. There is a god on the Douluo Continent whose strength even makes the God of Angels feel terrified and fearful.”

Qian Daoliu voiced his conjecture, which, although he also found it far-fetched, seemed to be the truth.

Furthermore, another piece of information was hidden from the God of Angels: it seems that the gods of the divine realm had long known about this evil god, but the other party had disappeared for nearly a thousand years.

It suddenly reappeared.

The only thing Qian Daoliu hadn't expected was that the other party was hiding in the Star Dou Great Forest, secretly setting up a scheme to lure them in step by step.

"This, this is all the evil god's deception!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo opened his mouth, his words coming out somewhat dry.

"If the situation hadn't changed like this, I wouldn't have believed it either."

Qian Daoliu smiled wryly, "Think about it, why did Ju and Gui Douluo encounter soul beasts last time? That's because their strength wasn't enough. The Evil God should know about their opponent."

Even if his martial soul is injured, it won't provoke me to take action. So he chose to play the long game, releasing Chrysanthemum, Ghost Douluo...

"After that, I, not believing in such things, went to explore the Star Dou Great Forest to find out the truth..." Golden Crocodile Douluo understood.

The analysis by the Grand Master is indeed reasonable.

He felt a cold sweat running down his back, as if an invisible hand was controlling his fate.

Even powerful figures like himself and the Grand Elder were being manipulated and used as pawns by the other side.

terror.

It's absolutely terrifying.

"That's right. He's finally found you."

Qian Daoliu became even more certain, "I believe you also saw the power displayed by that axe phantom. It could easily shatter even my god's projection on the Douluo Continent, and it still hasn't..."

It has prevented me from contacting the divine realm. It's truly terrifying. Do you believe me if I told you that even you couldn't annihilate this power?

"I don't believe it. Of course I don't believe it..." Golden Crocodile Douluo felt a chill run down his spine. Even if his strength doubled, he still couldn't withstand that terrifying attack.

To be honest.

Previously, he had felt fortunate to have escaped such a terrifying axe blow.

Looking back now, it seems so silly.

It turns out the other party never intended to kill me at all.

What a clever tactic of feigning indifference to lure the prey into a trap!

Foolish, I am so incredibly foolish.

Qian Daoliu saw the regret in Jin'e's eyes and advised, "Jin'e, you don't need to blame yourself too much. The evil god is in the open, and we are in the dark. We can't defend against him at all."

Who could have imagined that they would use Bone Douluo to injure you with an evil weapon, causing us to misjudge and believe you were injured by your twin martial souls? This gave them the opportunity to take advantage.

"When my divine projection descended to heal you, you were ambushed by a hidden force within your body."

"Thinking about it now, it makes sense. We didn't consider things thoroughly enough. What axe-type martial spirit in the world can fundamentally injure someone? Otherwise, the title of the Clear Sky Hammer as the number one weapon-type martial spirit in the world would have changed hands long ago."

"So it turns out this was all a deceptive facade. It wasn't that we were too naive, but rather that the evil god's schemes were too elaborate."

Qian Daoliu smiled bitterly.

"This, this, this... I'm guilty."

Golden Crocodile Douluo initially wanted to say that he wouldn't take the blame for this, since he had already suffered enough.

However, it seems that I have no choice but to memorize it now.

Because Qian Daoliu's analysis makes a lot of sense.

Just like the real thing.

“It’s not your fault. It just means we know too little about evil gods. So I’ve decided to investigate the truth of the matter myself.”

Qian Daoliu said firmly.

"Great Elder, think it over!" Golden Crocodile Douluo was anxious. Qian Daoliu was his only support; if he were to disappear and never return, his good days would be over.

"No, my mind is made up. You don't know, I suspect that the evil god's strength is still extremely weak, otherwise why would he go to such lengths to scheme against the angel god?"

Ah. Why not just come knocking on their door?

Sendou then offered another of his speculations.

Hiss... No wonder he's the Grand Elder, his deductions are so reasonable... But why do I feel uneasy, as if something bad is about to happen?

Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned secretly, but he knew that Qian Daoliu was now just like he had been before.

They won't give up until they see the Yellow River, and they won't shed tears until they see the coffin.

All I can do now is say one sentence.

May the Great Master achieve immediate success.

Chapter 122 The True Identity of the Evil God

On this day, Bone Douluo was chopping wood in the forest.

Several days passed, and he showed no sign of leaving.

If you want to improve your strength, saving face is completely unimportant.

In just a few days, he successfully stabilized his strength at level 96.

It should be noted that, normally, it would take at least three to five months for someone of his strength to fully stabilize after breaking through a power level.

Such progress is now nothing short of terrifying.

During this time, Lin Yan said that guests should be treated as guests, and he should do the rough work.

But Ainz Ooal Gown firmly refused. He couldn't very well offer a free meal, could he?

With a swift movement, the axe fell.

Suddenly, his hand trembled.

The axe blow went astray.

He looked at the axe in his hand with some confusion.

Something's wrong with you.

Sure enough, a voice rang in my mind.

"Hahaha, that birdman Angel God, I actually killed him. Awesome! So awesome!"

What did I just hear? The Angel God has been killed?

Bone Douluo was startled at first, then shook his head with a smile.

As the true god worshipped by the Spirit Hall, the Angel God is far away in the God Realm, and his strength is beyond my imagination.

How could it fall so easily?

I must have misheard.

Forget it, let him be.

We dare not speak of this matter, nor do we dare ask about it.

"Hey kid, what's with that attitude? You don't seem to believe what I'm saying?"

Then, Axe's words echoed in my mind.

Haha, be more confident. You can remove the "seems like" part.

It's not that I don't believe you, it's that I dare not believe you... Bone Douluo smiled bitterly to himself, hesitated for a moment, and replied in his mind: "You're being too polite. How could I not believe you?"

. "

"No need for excuses."

"I didn’t."

"Your hesitation betrayed you."

Bone Douluo: "..."

"Heh, ignorant. You're so ignorant."

A cold laugh echoed in his mind again. "Since you're not too pleasing to the eye, I might as well tell you. You probably already know I'm different, right? Actually, nine hundred and ninety-nine..."

Years ago, I was a member of the divine realm, a high and mighty deity. Because my beliefs differed from those of those self-serving pseudo-gods, I was branded an evil god and treated as...

Be an outcast. Then came the war of the gods!

"However, you've seen what kind of ending it was, haven't you? I'm the loser... My divine body was shattered, and they probably used the divine oil to light the magic lamp."

At this point, the sound emanating from the axe was heavy. But he didn't stop, continuing with a sense of reminiscence.

"I believe they never dreamed that I would survive, leaving behind a wisp of divine consciousness to come to this world, where I met my master and, by a twist of fate, became attached to you."

The axe in the middle.

"Axe, Axe Master...you were once a god?" Bone Douluo finally reacted; the amount of information was simply too much.

"Heh, is that something to be proud of? Actually, becoming a god is the thing I regret the most."

"..." Bone Douluo secretly cursed, "This is obviously the old Versailles..."

However, Bone Douluo's doubts were also resolved. He finally understood how an axe could injure Golden Crocodile Douluo's martial soul and cut down plant-type soul beasts as easily as chopping vegetables and melons.

Mom, I've made something of myself. I used to carry around a magic firewood all day.

Bone Douluo felt like crying.

I was terrified.

"Look at your cowardly appearance. Don't worry, just focus on doing your job for your master, and I promise I won't cut you down."