National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Loki of the Norse pantheon drags the chains of the giant wolf Fenrir and slowly patrols the "human pasture" he has designated.

The giant wolf's foul-smelling saliva dripped and hit the muddy fence, leaving sizzling burn marks. The humans inside the fence were driven like livestock, their bodies covered in blood and mud.

Every time these humans trembled, a sticky, asphalt-like gray mist would overflow from their seven orifices, and was greedily absorbed by the Spear of Eternity suspended behind him. These were the "resentful livestock" raised by Loki.

"Three more souls have ripened." Loki squatted down and fiercely grasped the thin neck of a mortal. The Spear of Eternity behind him was greedily devouring the gray mist emanating from the man, and the rune pattern on the spear also lit up with a scarlet light.

"The taste of fear... is richer than the mead of Asgard." Loki sniffed the stench in the air, loosened his grip, and let the body sink into the mire. He watched Fenrir slowly and methodically bite the mortal's head into pieces, as if he were enjoying a fine afternoon tea.

His eyes were fixed on the distance, watching a human trying to escape trip over chains and fall into an iron trough filled with rotten flesh. He was immediately swarmed by his own kind and torn to pieces.

This tragic scene made Loki burst into hearty laughter, and the mouth of the Eternal Spear expanded with greed, sucking the wails of the entire group into the vortex at the tip of the spear.

"Continue to be afraid, my little lambs." He raised his hand to stroke Fenrir's wolf head, and the latter rolled in his throat, letting out a satisfied low moan, "Every drop of your fear will become a step for me to ascend to the throne of God."

The scene changed, and Eris and Medusa of the Greek pantheon were discussing dinner.

Three thousand long, turquoise hairs transformed into venomous snakes, twisting and tumbling from the banshee's head and scattering across her chest. The snakes' skin rubbed against Medusa's golden scales, producing a piercing sound. Each serpent's head flickered in and out, its pupils reflecting the fear of humanity.

When Medusa's petrified pupils and divine pointed pupils swept across the ruins, the mournful cries of humans instantly turned into green mist wherever she passed. The fear and hatred aroused by the banshee turned into her actual nourishment.

Eris's eyes flickered, spreading the seeds of war across the human world. As she watched humans frantically wage war for mere slivers of territory, their weapons piercing the throats of their own kind, a crazed smile curled up at the corners of her lips.

The fuel for the "Chaos Bonfire" tonight is already abundant enough.

The "two-legged sheep" that they talked about were as light as a feather and were wailing all over the earth. The coagulated blood formed chains of wronged souls under the moonlight.

Each link of the chain was entwined with a strong force of resentment, which was poking out from the pile of corpses and climbing towards Eris's skirt like ivy.

"What a wonderful terror..." Medusa emerged from the flames of war, swaying two glasses of red wine. Gazing at the burning city-states in the distance, the flames of war etched Eris's eyes red. "Use their bones and blood to light a bonfire... The dawn of chaos is coming."

But in this scene of the myriad worlds, what made Su Mohui and everyone present most angry was the Japanese evil god——

The Yamata no Orochi had just swallowed up all the creatures in the city when its tongue turned around and wrapped around the Indian gods Shiva and Vishnu, trying to capture more Xia people to activate the awakening progress of its other colleagues.

On the coastline, the surging flames of the three evil gods' heads tangled with the radiance of their divine wheels, casting images of desire and greed on the beach. And then, unexpectedly, the three gods pulled out a sand table from somewhere, and on it were the four characters "Xia Kingdom Territory" scribbled crookedly.

They actually turned "luring the Xia people" into a gambling game, signing a blood contract on the sand table. They were betting on how many Xia people could awaken a god, whether it was three thousand, or the three hundred thousand that year...

There were also some newly awakened Tianxie ghosts who put their hands into the sea water to feel the coldness, with their big mouths covered with charred and peeling skin, revealing a hideous smile, and discussing whether to start another war as a "national feast" to swallow up the territory of Xia Kingdom all at once.

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Among the thousands of pictures, in the Xia Kingdom in most galaxies, the awakened evil god is only one, Hanba.

Almost the entire territory of the great nation was transformed into a crimson land. Wherever the drought demon went, rivers and seas turned to dry land, and farmers' year's hard work ended in a complete loss.

The gradual reduction of food supplies and the tragic situation in which poor people were forced to eat their own children became His "divine nourishment."

But to Su Mohui's surprise, amidst all these desperate scenes, she suddenly saw a red-gold shadow tearing through the sky.

The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, plucked a hair from behind his ear, and countless Dharmakāyas materialized simultaneously across the myriad realms. Countless Great Sages, clad in the gilded armor of cyberheaven, their golden cudgels swirling with quantum fluctuations, each swing imbued with the power of the Fighting Buddha, shattering the Hanba's bone whip!

The real body of the Monkey King was running around in the main world. He held the golden cudgel tightly in his left hand, leaving an afterimage. He formed seals with his right hand at a speed that left an afterimage, and chanted the six-word mantra in his mouth: "Om Mani Padme Hum".

The quantum tight hoop forged by the Queen Mother of the West has fallen on the head of Hanba, turning into a golden lotus, forcing his fleeing body into the crack of the void.

For a moment, the six-syllable mantra resounded throughout the Xia Kingdom like the clear bell of an ancient temple, turning the red scales around the drought demon into powder that fell into the air.

With nowhere to escape, Hanba attempted to cause a celestial fire to descend upon Sun Wukong. He transformed into a thousand flying sands in an attempt to escape, but was locked in place by the Great Sage's fiery eyes, who pinned him to the foot of Mount Kunlun with a single blow.

Everyone in the Lingxu Realm looked at the picture reflected by the red light and remained silent.

Su Mohui pursed her lips and stiffened her fists again... She had never imagined that the pollution of Cthulhu had penetrated to such an extent, not only awakening those gods that were once worshipped by the people, but also reducing them to beasts that devoured mortals!

"These false gods seem to be fighting on their own, but in fact, they are all paving the way for Cthulhu's revival." Qi Mo drew a red light and circled the patterns of Cthulhu's tentacles on these pictures.

On Loki's Eternal Spear, in Medusa's stone pupils, on the fangs of the Yamata no Orochi, and on the gemstone on Vishnu's chest, the tentacle patterns all glow faintly. "They devour the resentment of mankind to strengthen themselves, but in the end, they will become living sacrifices for the arrival of Cthulhu."

"You mean... we have to stop them from absorbing the power of resentment?" someone in the crowd asked.

Qi Mo shook his head and said, "Maybe in terms of strength, we can tie with them, but that's not enough." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Taoist Xuanhuang.