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"It's a good question. Then I'll tell you the one you are most willing to believe." Smoke Mirror twirled the obsidian dagger in her hand. Unlike her agility when she transformed into Night Leopard, she walked with a limp in human form.

"Quetzalcoatl is so ostentatious and has done such a great job. There are no disasters or crises. Humans live and work in peace and contentment, and they sing praises to the beauty of Quetzalcoatl every day."

"But there is more than one god in this world. Although everything humans have is given by Quetzalcoatl, there is more than one god in this world. If humans only praise Quetzalcoatl, then humans will be meaningless to other gods, and even a hindrance~"

Smoke Mirror shook the obsidian dagger in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Under the reflection of the black blade, the smile was full of ill intentions.

"So we must destroy this era that only praises the feathered serpent."

"Then you must have an answer that I will think is a lie." Blaze used Gungnir to sweep away the weeds and gravel, creating a smooth path.

"Yes."

Smoke Mirror jumped forward a few steps on one leg, caught up with Blaze, and patted Blaze on the shoulder.

She whispered into Blaze's ear the same words she had said to Quetzalcoatl.

Behold, how blessed are the human race, but you will soon grow disgusted with them.

Because you are infinitely strict with yourself, but infinitely gentle to them, you do not show any of God's severity, but keep your distance from humans, and soon humans will lose their respect for you.

All it takes is one opportunity for humans to climb onto your body and tear off your scales and feathers.

Then you will be completely disappointed with humanity.

Because you have done something so good that even you cannot find a single flaw in it. That prosperity and happiness is your crown, your sun-like scales, and you are proud of it. But even so, human beings still do such ugly things.

You don’t understand, so you will only get one answer, which is [Humans in this era are such ugly beings].

The result is that you will destroy them with your own hands and purify the world with your wind.

"Then that guy punched my nose and flattened it. It took me hundreds of years to grow my nose back." Smoke Mirror touched his high nose bridge.

"If it were me, I would definitely smash your head into your body. Quetzalcoatl has taken such good care of this era, yet you come here and say such sarcastic words."

Blaze waved away the hand that Smoke Mirror had hit on his shoulder, and in front of Smoke Mirror, he took out holy water and wiped the place that Smoke Mirror had hit him, to express his disgust for Smoke Mirror's behavior.

"Even if it's not me who provokes, there will be other gods who will do so." Smoke Mirror shrugged indifferently. As the Lord of Impermanence and a god who does whatever she wants, she has a set of twisted logic to support her actions at every step.

"Quetzalcoatl has made a change. Not only does he not want sacrifices, he also does not want offerings or sacrifices."

"A god should enjoy sacrifices and bless his believers. A king should enjoy the obedience of all and provide his people with a peaceful and prosperous life. He acts as both god and king, yet he considers the privileges of both god and king to be [ugly], and responsibilities and obligations to be [beautiful]."

"You've been talking for a long time, but all I hear is jealousy and exclusion. He is the best among you, so good that he is out of place. But he is not special at all, he just did what you were unwilling to do and didn't want what you wanted." Blaze said lightly.

"But you said he broke the rules, as if he had done something bad."

Smoke Mirror closed her mouth, which was rare. Blaze turned around and found that she had stopped. Her face, which was always smiling, was already smiling, but the smile was a little stiff, as if it was forced out.

"...Yes, that's right. But Quetzalcoatl is an excellent and good person. Once he is disappointed, he will never give humans any chances again. To humans, he becomes [Evil]."

The smoke mirror held up the obsidian mirror on its chest, in which the beautiful feathered serpent was reflected. The beautiful feathered serpent created a hurricane, and all humans and the world were swept up into the sky, but there was no trace of the smoke mirror.

"He loves his feathers and scales, because he keeps himself shiny and bright, without a trace of dirt. But when he destroys humanity with his own will and ends the era, he is left with only the shiny surface. In his heart, he is no different from the "you" you mentioned."

"He will no longer reflect on himself, and when humans are born again, he will no longer treat them as gently as he did in the past. He will only become one of the gods when they decide to destroy humanity."

"That mirror..." Blaze looked at the mirror on Smoke Mirror's chest. That mirror gave him a very strange feeling, the same feeling brought by Odin's broken right eye.

"【Omniscience and Omnipotence】, you saw the destruction of the Fourth Sun Era."

“I saw every single one.”

[Omniscience and omnipotence] has never been a good thing. Omniscience will only make people know things they shouldn't know and think things they shouldn't think about. Omnipotence is even more illusory, it will only make people feel more powerless - [things that even omniscience and omnipotence cannot do].

"But you're not interfering out of kindness." Blaze retracted his gaze and continued to clear the road ahead, leaving Smoky Mirror stunned where he was.

"You could have chosen to help them, but you chose to do what you do best and messed it up."

"Thank God for the upheaval, otherwise you would have just been played by the Omniscience for the fourth time."

Chapter 1357 Betting on the Legs in the New World

Blaze felt that he was quite stupid with his mouth. Compared with the stranger's witty remarks, his words could cause more harm than physical harm. He was probably just a person who could only speak in plain language, but sometimes plain language seemed to have a better effect.

The smoke mirror stopped moving. He looked back again and saw that the smoke mirror was still standing there. Fortunately, he had leveled the ground.

"Are you going to go?"

"..."

Smoke Mirror was silent for a moment, then staggered over, supporting himself on his prosthetic limb.

Her silence was like a happy fat cat that was poured with a bucket of water, with all its hair drooping down, revealing its skinny and disabled body.

Although she followed, there was no sound.

In this case, it would be better if they just started chatting noisily. Blaze had to take the initiative to find topics to talk about. Considering that Smoke Mirror would definitely be his enemy, he might as well just treat it as spying.

After all, although Smoke Mirror talked about everything else about the gods, he never mentioned a word about his own affairs.

"How did you break your leg? Ordinary broken limbs will never appear on a god, unless the broken limb itself is of great significance, or even becomes a part of you."

"…I'm betting this leg on the new world."

"Ahem..." Blaze couldn't help laughing out loud. But he really didn't mean to do that. This line was a catchphrase of strangers.

Strangers often launch suicide attacks while shouting "I'm betting on XX". New World is their favorite word. Of course, the result is often that they bet their enemies' lives on the New World.

The smoke mirror cast a dim gaze, which made Blaze's back feel cold.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at your disability." Blaze touched the back of his head awkwardly.

"...No, I thought you would turn around and make fun of me for not being able to play. After all, I have often made fun of other gods' shortcomings, and I have also laughed at Quetzalcoatl's face. Anyway, I will definitely do this."

"I told you, don't compare me with you."

Smoke Mirror shrugged his shoulders, as if he had shaken his hair dry and made it swell up again. The voice seemed to roll out gently from the depths of his throat, returning to its laziness and playfulness.

"As the name implies, when the first gods were born, the most important thing they had to do was to create the world. There happened to be a monster that was pretty good. Its power was just so-so, but it was very good at hiding. So I used my own legs as bait to fish it out."

"After fishing it up, Quetzalcoatl and I killed the monster. It turned out to be quite large, and we didn't need that much to create the world, so we simply made a few more layers of the world, and ended up making thirteen layers in total."

"Can't you use something else as bait? Do you have to use your own legs?"

"Do you think the monsters born in the first world are fools? They will be hooked by anything. I am the god of temptation. My limbs have a fatal temptation. The monster knows that it will die, but it will still bite cleanly."

Smoke Mirror tapped the ground with his prosthetic limb, his tone full of indifference.

"So I became the first disabled god. The gods started looking at me in strange ways, and I also... well, I can't make it up anymore. No matter what, I can't blame them for my personality problems."

"...What does Quetzalcoatl think of you?" Blaze asked suddenly. This was like an unexpected attack, and Smoke Mirror was caught off guard.

"Why do you want to mention this guy here? That guy..." Smoke Mirror hummed uncomfortably, "He has been nitpicking and criticizing everything since he was born, and he is even more nagging at me from beginning to end, but..."

That was the end of Smoky Mirror's words, but even if she didn't say it, Blaze could guess it himself.

If it were the Quetzalcoatl, he would undoubtedly think that the broken leg was beautiful. It was a broken leg offered for the birth of a new world. The new world was as beautiful as the broken leg. However, Smoke Mirror could not say this casually.

I don’t know if he doesn’t want this to be considered a lie, or if he simply doesn’t want to say it.

No matter what, Smoke Mirror's heart is just like her name, shrouded in a thick layer of smoke. No one can know her true thoughts, perhaps not even herself.

"Ok?"

Blaze moved his ears and heard some movement, which was different from the movement of the sun-eating monster. It was lighter, like the sound of wings flapping.

There are no flying monsters with wings in this dark first world, and the reason is very simple.

The sun scales in the sky are so beautiful and tempting. Instead of waiting for them to fall down on the ground, it is better to fly up and eat them directly.

The result, of course, is that they will be burned to ashes the moment they approach the sun scales. Even so, there will be countless winged monsters that will continue to approach the sun scales and then be burned to ashes.

Over time, there will be no flying creatures in this world. This is an extremely ironic form of "survival of the fittest".

This sound was the first sound of flying that Blaze heard in this world.

"there!"

Blaze immediately sprinted towards the direction of the sound. The moment he started running, Smoke Mirror staggered forward a few steps, transformed into a night leopard in the thick smoke and chased after him.

A strange creature with a half-skeleton female torso and limbs like rock claws appeared in Blaze's sight.

[Star Devil Qiqimitel LV100]

[The demon that hunts the light of the stars, the doomsday meteor that comes from the sky]

This level combined with this introduction seemed a bit pretentious. The lowest level of stars Blaze had seen were all above LV200. Although LV100 broke the limit, that was all.

Even if there are hundreds or thousands of LV100s, it is difficult to defeat a LV200. The number of skills and skill proficiency levels between them are very different.

The sounds of wings gradually became denser, and countless Chichimites appeared behind one Chichimites. In the darkness, they did not seem like pressing dark clouds, but like darkness itself.

The solar scales in the sky began to flicker, and the light emitted by some of the dim solar scales gradually moved towards Qizimiter.

"They are absorbing the power of the sun's scales."

Blaze's expression sank. Qizimitel did nothing. They were like a hole, and the power of the sun scales naturally poured towards them.

Those Qizimitels that absorbed the power of the sun began to change. The skeleton bodies that symbolized death began to revive under the power of the sun, grew muscles and skin, and turned into beautiful demons.

The moment eyeballs grew in their empty eyes, they looked at Blaze on the ground.

The blinding light made them lick their lips.

Chapter 1358 The Pyramid of Status

The star demons densely filled the sky. Blaze couldn't even close his eyes to use [Blind Eyes] to determine the positions of the star demons. Once he closed his eyes, the white lines outlining the enemy's figures became tangled and he couldn't see clearly.

Blaze didn't hesitate at all and immediately ran in the opposite direction of Turan City, and the star demons immediately caught up with him.

Having absorbed the power of the sun and revived their vitality, they are like a rain of fire falling from the sky, seemingly setting the earth on fire.

Blaze drew out [Misttin] and shot backwards while running. He didn't need to aim specifically, as there were so many enemies that he could hit several even if he fired randomly.

"It's almost done here."

After Blaze made sure that he was far enough away from Turan City, he turned around suddenly, leaned over, dug up a stone from the ground, and threw it at the star demons chasing him from behind with [Thunder Throw].

The thunder carried the stones and rushed towards the Star Demon. Before hitting the Star Demon, the stones were dissolved by the thunder and turned into more dense magma bombs that shot down a large number of Star Demons.

The LV100 Star Demon was easily repelled, but only afterwards did Blaze realize the tricky thing about the Star Demon: they were invincible.

Even if they are shot down to the ground, they will immediately crawl on the ground like snakes and approach at high speed.

As soon as he got closer, Blaze felt his body sink, and his MP, which had never shaken, was decreasing at a slow rate.

First of all, we have to rule out the possibility that this is some kind of abnormal state imposed by the Star Devil. As long as it is abnormal, all will be adapted by [Metamorphosis Z], so this is some kind of attack.

Blaze thought of the reason. It was most likely the characteristics of the Star Demon itself. The power of the sun, the power of the constellations, and even the power of the moon, as long as it was power related to light, would lean towards them.

This is probably the reason why they can hunt stars even though their level is not high. They don't need to defeat the stars, they just need to get close to complete the hunt.

"Another immortal body. This time it's too much. What makes you immortal?"

Blaze complained, but he kept encountering immortal monsters, so no matter how smart he was, he knew he had to make some preparations.

Countermeasure one: seal it if you can’t kill it.

Blaze put his hands together and interlocked his fingers. In this world where the sun has disappeared, his power as [Blind Eyes] has been greatly enhanced, and the effects of the two magic spells he can cast, [Black Hand] and [Black Gun], have also increased significantly.

The dark world itself seemed to have turned into a giant hand, and all the star demons within Blaze's field of vision were squeezed together and turned into a huge ball of meat.

Countermeasure 2: If you don’t die, there are plenty of people who can deal with you.

The black hair scarf on the Eclipse Armor instantly spread, darker than the darkness, like a big mouth swallowing up the flesh of the Star Demon.

These noisy ingredients are now on the plate of Hela, the goddess of death and mistress of the underworld.

Blaze didn't have time to introduce Hela. After all, this was not an exquisite dinner, but a big eater challenge.

The Star Devils seemed to have a flawed thinking ability. Even when they saw their companions being swallowed up, they continued to charge without a care. One by one, they were swallowed up by the black hair and fell into the dinner plate of the Mistress of the Underworld.

Hela lifted up her heavy palace sleeves, grabbed the Star Demon on the plate and stuffed it into her mouth, with a crisp crunching sound as her teeth bit it.

Unlike in the past when she ate wildly but not elegantly, today Hela was unusually rough. It was more like she was venting her anger on the food than eating. She was like a little girl who was wronged but dared not vent her anger and only used a knife and fork to cut the steak on the plate.

Only then did Blaze realize that there was something wrong with Hela's outfit. No, it was quite wrong. She was actually wearing a heavy court princess dress.

This dress is so overly gorgeous that it makes the wearer look more like a dress-up doll than a princess. If it were Hella, it would be an oversized dress-up doll.

But who would dare to do such a thing to Hela, the mistress of the underworld, the goddess of death, and the invincible existence in the underworld of Helheim?

Blaze was puzzled, and just when he was about to ask Gunrat and the maid Gunraot for confirmation, he found that the two had stood next to the dining table without him knowing when.