I set up a shelter organization

The terrifying Ghost God had a look of surprise on his face. Ghost God didn't eat beef anyway, so what did this have to do with his problem?

The Mother of Birth is also an old antique who doesn't use the Internet. She is confused by the jokes played by Athas, a geek who surfs the Internet, so she can only remain silent.

Artasis was the supervisor. He touched his nose and suddenly shook his head and sighed. Alas, these weird gods are not fun at all!

Do you understand what it means to keep pace with the times?

What a bunch of people without any sense of humor.

If He said that humans are more interesting, they speak in a nice way, are abstract and good at making jokes, they can always make Him laugh.

If these humans were destroyed, who would be able to entertain Him in the future?

Where does He get so many interesting and funny memes?

Arthas cleared his throat and was about to reorganize his words to express his position, but the terrifying god did not give him any chance.

In an instant, countless data streams flashing with faint blue light burst out from the terrifying god like chains, interweaving into a huge cage phantom in the air, and covering Arthas's head.

"You don't know what death is!" The terrifying and cold voice of the weird god echoed throughout the space. Wherever those data streams passed, the air made a sharp tearing sound.

Athas' pupils shrank slightly, and his figure retreated quickly like a ghost, while he raised his hand and swung out an energy barrier as black as ink.

With a loud "boom", the energy barrier collided with the data flow cage, bursting out with dazzling light and strong air waves. The surrounding space began to distort and deform, as if it would shatter at any time.

Seeing this, the mother who gave birth to the child no longer stood by and watched.

He muttered something, and countless spores gathered madly in the air, turning into giant spider webs covered with spikes, blocking Artasis's retreat.

Athas's eyes flashed, and his body suddenly rose high into the sky.

A strange black mist surrounded him, and creepy wailing sounds could be heard faintly from the mist.

"Since you want to play, then I will play with you!" Arthas roared, and the black mist spread out instantly, forming a sea of ​​fog that covered the sky and the sun.

In the sea of ​​fog, countless hideous shadows appeared and disappeared, rushing towards the terrifying god and the mother of birth.

The terrifying evil god snorted coldly, and danced his hands quickly. Dense codes appeared in the air, and these codes turned into blades of light, chopping the phantoms into pieces.

The Mother of Birth controlled the spore web and fought with the phantom.

In this fierce battle, those followers who turned into tree people bore the impact of the aftermath of the battle, and cracks appeared on the bark, but they still guarded the copy world behind them tightly.

The edges of some fragile copy worlds have begun to show signs of collapse. The humans inside are looking at the horrific battle in the sky in horror, and desperate cries are heard one after another.

Athas seized the opportunity, flashed, and appeared behind the terrifying god, grabbing the opponent with his sharp claws with the power to tear through space.

The terrifying ghost reacted extremely quickly, its body dissipated into a stream of data, and then reassembled in the distance.

"Is that all you can do?" the terrifying ghost god sneered.

Artaxes laughed instead of getting angry: "This is just the beginning!"

As He spoke, He raised His hands high and chanted an ancient and mysterious spell.

The sky was thick with dark clouds, and a black pillar of light emitting an aura of destruction descended from the sky, falling directly towards the Horrifying God and the Mother of Birth...