Wizard, I have a different world

Pantheon?

Monica's face instantly darkened.

She is a vampire, and she is a high-ranking vampire with the purest bloodline. She is the target that the gods want to eliminate.

Barrow raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

He didn't know that Monica was a vampire from the Blood Alliance, but he could guess it by looking at her face.

The Night's Watch organization is not clear about the grudges between the Blood Alliance and the Pantheon, but they know that the hatred between the two cannot be resolved.

Deadly feud!

Only one of the two parties can exist.

Especially the pantheon, which even juxtaposes the task of eliminating vampires with resurrecting the gods, one can imagine the depth of hatred.

Monica's beautiful eyes twinkled and she asked:

"You are an ancient god who will die?"

"God does not necessarily mean powerful." The little girl holding the apple spread her hands and said with a smile:

"The fact that I am sealed here is proof of that."

"The man outside is actually not strong. He is just a god and has gained divine power that does not belong to him. However, I can only be passively beaten after being sealed, and my divinity will eventually dissipate."

"Right."

She took a bite of the apple and said calmly:

"You can call me Ace."

Ace?

The three of them looked at each other.

"That..." Blaise raised his hand cautiously:

"Are you really a god?"

"Obviously." Ace shrugged, and a pair of clear, innocent eyes fell on him:

"Ordinary people, haven't you seen any miracles?"

As he spoke, the invisible particles in the void condensed in the air in a complex way.

Blink.

A lively rabbit jumped out.

"Only God can create living creatures. Of course... this requires paying a certain price."

?

Blaise's mouth was wide open, his eyes were shocked, his mind was rumbling, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

The other two people didn't have much reaction to this. After all, they were extraordinary people and had a certain ability to accept it.

"Ancient God Ace." Barrow asked:

"The person who sealed your existence must be a god. Why can Miss Monica's blood break it?"

"You don't understand." After hearing this, Ace's eyes widened and he stared at Monica:

"The blood in her body is the nemesis of all gods. Theoretically, she should not exist."

"The gods will not allow her to exist like this!"

"But her bloodline has also been cursed by the gods in some way, and she will never be able to produce offspring."

Um?

Blaise suddenly turned sideways and looked at Monica.

Monica's face was ashen.

"Can't give birth to offspring?" Barrow frowned:

"How could..."

"That's right." Monica took a deep breath:

"Pure-blooded vampires cannot continue the blood alliance. The number has always been fixed. Only when a certain tribesman voluntarily gives up everything can another pure-blooded vampire be born."

"My mother died the day I was born."

"Ace!"

She gritted her teeth and looked at the ancient god:

"I can help you unlock the seal, but you have to swear to let us go, and from now on you are not allowed to do anything to the vampires, you can't reveal my secrets, and you promise not to break your promise..."

"So many demands?" Ace pursed his lips:

"All right."

"I promise!"

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"You are guilty!"

The singing seraphim raised the scepter in his hand, swaying white light that filled the sky, and fell into the seal.

"Rumble..."

The earth trembled.

The dark wizard Abbott held the scroll and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

What he did was undoubtedly redundant.

The singing seraphim, enveloped by the 'holy light', is the only and pure life form in his perception.

Holy light spreads,

The scarab resurrected from petrification quickly turned into fly ash, and the holy light field blocked all other energy.

Even as a three-ring wizard, he couldn't do anything but wait for the end.

Um?

Seeing that the vibrations on the earth were getting smaller and smaller, the singing seraphim suddenly frowned, and then took a step forward:

"escape?"

"The seal is right here, where can you escape to?"

"You are guilty!"

The holy light shines again.

It can be clearly seen that there is a huge black shadow below, crawling towards the distance with difficulty.

The black shadow covers an area of ​​thousands of acres. If you look closely, it is a huge, twisted and decaying corpse.

The holy light fell and the corpse melted.

The holy light shed by the Seraph the Singer is inconspicuous compared to the huge body, but the iron pestle can still be ground into a needle. Facing the "ancient god" who cannot resist, the winner will eventually belong to his side.

In the perception of the black wizard Abbott, the body of the 'ancient god' was carrying a seal, struggling and squirming in the distance, making a useless struggle.

The singers continued to shed holy light, chasing the 'old gods'.

With his strength, he could not see the details of the fight between the two 'gods', but the so-called bystander was the first to notice something was wrong.

Huh?

As if he noticed something, Abbott's expression suddenly changed slightly:

"Seraphim..."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, the huge black shadow below suddenly rolled back against the trend and swept the two of them into it with lightning speed.

A 'god', a three-ring wizard, was unable to fight back.

Suffer!

Abbott's heart was beating wildly, and the scroll in his hand unfolded instantly.

"Buzz..."

The dark halo flickered, forcibly creating a medium-sized space under the shadow.

The scroll in his hand was a fourth-level wonder from the treasure of the gods. It was with this that Abbott was able to be promoted to a three-ring wizard without being able to remove the astral realm.

"Damn it!"

Cursing in a low voice, the black wizard Abbott took out an envelope from his body, cut his finger and quickly wrote an address on it.

Then.

The envelope glowed with a ray of light, engulfing him in it, and then the envelope turned into ashes and the figure disappeared.

Wonderful object - teleportation envelope!

A one-time wonder that can teleport people to a fixed location.

At the moment Abbott disappeared, darkness broke through the interception of the scroll and suddenly grabbed him.

"Huh?"

A light exclamation sounded.

Obviously, the ancient god Ace did not expect that a three-ring wizard could escape under the attack of the field.

But this matter was not important to him. Taking down the Singer Seraph was the official thing, and the black wizard just did it casually.

"Hmm..."

Looking at the scroll in his hand, Ace showed a strange smile on his face and threw it forward lightly.

"Swish!"

The scroll unfolded, and the landscape scene inside emerged. It rolled towards a certain place, rolling up the two people who were not in a hurry to dodge.

"Ace!"

Monica pulled Blaise and turned into dozens of bats and struggled desperately:

"You broke your promise, you will definitely be cursed!"

"I just said to let you go, but I didn't say how to let you go, and I didn't kill anyone." Ace shrugged. As an ancient god of chaos, he had plenty of ways to evade his oath:

"Besides..."

"The place I chose for you is not bad, with enough landscape and food. Live well in it!"

With a faint smile, he pounced on the singer shrouded in darkness.

"False God!"

"It's my turn!"