Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

Until one of the human children turned to his own adult and asked:

"Father, what are they doing?"

Hearing the child's question, his father answered without thinking:

“They’re protecting us!”

"Protect us? Are they heroes? Are they heroes who protect us like the Giant of Light and the Armored Knight?"

"Yeah, they're heroes!"

"Father, when I grow up I want to be a hero like them and protect others!"

"Yes, you must learn from them when you grow up."

Hearing these words, the fierce expression on the face of Claire, the god of deception and lies, disappeared instantly, leaving only a look of astonishment.

"Hero? Me? They call me a hero?"

"Who said you are alone? I am here too!" Eros, the god of desire and evil thoughts, gritted his teeth and said.

"It's us! They're talking about us!" corrected Agatha, the goddess of jealousy and ridicule.

"We look so evil, how can we be heroes! We are evil gods! These mortals don't think we are protecting them, that's ridiculous!" said Escarlo, the god of arrogance and cunning, with an arrogant look on his face.

However, before he could finish his words, a child ran up to him and stuffed an ice cream cone into his mouth without saying a word, instantly blocking his mouth.

The originally arrogant expression turned into surprise.

Before he could react, more children and adults ran to them, some gave them water, some gave them food, and some even wiped their sweat.

The four evil gods, who had never enjoyed such treatment before, were somewhat flattered.

In a trance, the God of Deception and Lies couldn't help but sigh, "It turns out being a hero feels so good. No wonder there were always those self-proclaimed righteous guys who wanted to attack us."

"Indeed, being an evil god doesn't give you this kind of treatment."

"But this matter can't be spread out. If it gets out, how can we continue to be evil gods?"

"Whether I can go back or not is still a matter of debate."

R'lyeh had just finished a mouthful of popcorn and before he had even finished chewing the food in his mouth he couldn't help but complain.

"Hey? Where did you get that popcorn, kid? Why is it so salty?"

"Okay, okay, stop feeding me."

"R'lyeh, let me tell you something. Don't take it to heart. I just saw a child fall down and all the popcorn in his hand was scattered on the ground. A child wearing open-crotch pants peed on it, and then another child happened to pick up all the popcorn that fell on the ground."

"What! Yue..."

Just when the four evil gods felt the pressure was much less, they suddenly felt the sky above their heads darken.

When they looked up, they saw expressions of extreme horror on their faces.

Because the sky is falling.

The sky falling here is not an exaggeration, but the sky really fell down.

The gloomy sky was slowly closing in on the ground. As the sky got closer, one could vaguely see dense jungle growing on it.

Looking closely, it was not the sky at all, but Tifeng's palm, and the jungle was not a jungle, but the sweat hairs on Tifeng's palm.

Every hair on his palm was like a towering tree. Once his palm came down, not only would Winterfell be smashed to pieces, but the entire Bright Continent would also be torn to pieces.

"It's over! It's really over this time!"

At this moment, everyone's heart was filled with despair.

But at this moment, a silver light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

Even if all the Golden Immortal-level powerhouses in the entire Bright Continent were united, plus a group of evil gods such as Azathoth, they still couldn't stop Tifeng.

The moment its entire shoulder emerged from the gate of hell, its originally uncontrollable hand immediately slapped the earth with a devastating force.