After leaving the world of all NPCs

In the center of the deep blue velvet night sky hangs a breathtakingly large blue planet.

The earth is like a giant, cold eye hanging upside down, looking down coldly at this strange world.

Where is this?

As soon as the doubt arose, it was suppressed.

Since [Unexpected Divine Eye] has already drawn its trajectory to this place, the future we seek has been anchored—

Well, the answer lies ahead.

Ye Zuochen did not hesitate, stepped over the soft grass in the garden, and walked towards the only huge stone building standing in front of him.

Its style is heavy and solemn, with huge columns rising from the ground and supporting the high dome. It is undoubtedly a palace dedicated to gods or ruling kings.

The entrance was deep and dark. Stepping inside, there was a long, straight brick and stone passage. The walls on both sides were as smooth as mirrors, reflecting his lonely figure walking forward.

There is no other way but forward.

The footsteps caused a slight echo in the empty passage.

As he went deeper, an indescribable throbbing began to awaken from deep in his blood.

The heartbeat is as heavy as a drum, and the dormant power in the limbs is awakened by the invisible horn, running and roaring deep in the bones and muscles, far exceeding the superficial stimulation brought by adrenaline.

That is the mark of fate engraved in the deepest part of the soul, and it is the godslayer's most intense response to the divine aura!

The hunter smells prey, and the enemy is already in its lair!

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his steps became faster and steadier.

At the end of the passage, the view suddenly opens up, and a vast Persian-style hall appears before your eyes.

The towering dome is painted with intricate star maps and hunting scenes, and gilded pillars that require several people to hug support the sky-like space.

The floor is paved with huge geometric patterns inlaid with lapis lazuli and turquoise, extending to the absolute core in the deepest part of the hall, which is impossible to look directly at.

A golden throne that looks like a frozen sun.

The figure sitting on it is the only source of light and destination of this magnificent palace.

A middle-aged man with a thick and majestic beard on his angular face, his strong body wrapped in a scarlet royal robe that reaches the ground, a heavy golden crown on his forehead, and a golden scepter symbolizing authority leaning on the armrest of the throne.

Without words, the surging royal power instantly filled the entire space, proclaiming his noble position as the "King of Gods".

However, beneath this supreme majesty, there is a thick and insoluble sense of exhaustion.

The solemn face was like a rock wall that had been eroded by wind and sand for thousands of years, engraved with deep lines of fatigue.

Between his brows was the shadow of a long period of suffering, like the indelible rust on stubborn iron, which heavily suppressed the remaining brilliance of this god.

The aging God King on the throne slowly raised his heavy eyelids, his gaze like two scorching suns, penetrating the barriers of space and firmly locking onto the figure of the young man walking towards the end of the passage.

"You have come, as I foresaw the future. Godslayer, speak your name, as the last evil demon king that I, Mithra, will see as the 'Last King.'"

"Ye Zuochen." His eyes narrowed slightly, catching the title in the other party's words. "Did you just say 'The Last King'?"

"That's right," Mithra said slowly. "This is a world different from the one you grew up in. This is a world protected by Mithra, who is like the sun. I am the 'King of the End', the warrior who annihilates the Demon King."

When he acknowledged this identity, he straightened his back, and his momentary majesty was like molten gold in the setting sun, but was soon swallowed up by a deeper shadow.

Ye Zuochen laughed at himself and said, "The power that was snatched away is indeed unreliable."

[NPC World] Zhong Heita couldn't help but ask in a voice transmission: "What is the Last King?"

Belfast, standing nearby, was a bit nervous and worried, but he still explained, "From what I understand, they are special gods from the Commander's universe. They appear when multiple Godslayers appear on Earth. They wield a divine sword of salvation, a combination of the weapons of all the gods. They increase their power based on the number of Godslayers on Earth, and then they will defeat and eliminate all of them."

Ruan Mei put away her phone and said quietly, "As expected, the use of power is the possibility of confining time. It transcends time sequence, affecting the past and future at the same time, and determining the script of the universe. His power is even more serious."

Heita suddenly said, "This guy used his power to lock onto the 'future of seeing the gods,' and this God King Mithra also had a foresight long ago."

"The gods' foreknowledge of the future is equivalent to choosing the future."

"In other words, He will definitely meet a God Slayer in the future, but He is not sure which God Slayer it will be."

"The two of them collaborated without even knowing it, and together they wrote this plot in the universe's script."

Belfast blinked. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

Black Tower raised his head and said, "It's obvious, it's visible, it's obvious. Isn't it obvious at a glance?"

"As you said, a witch blessed by an unknown god of wisdom." Mithra's gaze fell on Ye Zuochen, as if penetrating his body and looking directly at the black tower in front of the wooden door: "I wrote the script with him, but in the end, I wrote more because... he will die."

Ye Zuochen shrugged. "I really can't find any words to refute it. The power of the Savior Divine Sword is indeed ridiculously strong. At least in terms of firepower, it is already the limit of what the universe can allow. It seems that this time I have been betrayed by my own power."

"Power is not your own 'aura' after all. Although it is eternal, it is usurped and will eventually have flaws." Mithra's tone was insightful after experiencing many vicissitudes of life.

"However, Your Excellency the Last King," Ye Zuochen tilted his head slightly, "You look like you're running out of energy. Do you want to chat with me about this long evening, or give me a magnificent farewell?"

Mithra was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "You've seen it too, haven't you? I no longer have the strength to fight..."

"What did you do?" Ye Zuochen pressed. "Are there a lot of godslayers in this world? So many that they've exhausted the strength of you, the 'Last King'?"

"No," Mithra's voice lowered. "I simply used the divine sword to exterminate my own kind, those who rebelled against the law, descended upon the mortal world, and spread chaos and disobedience. Without disobedient gods, there would naturally be no humans who killed gods and became godslayers."

Ye Zuochen was stunned, then an admiring smile spread across his face. "...That's fine. If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused it, right? How neat and simple."

"Don't worry, godslayer." Mithra suddenly opened his eyes. "My duty is coming to an end, but the sword of salvation will never be covered in dust! I have found my successor, and He will be here—"

As he suddenly declared, the space above the magnificent dome of the temple suddenly twisted and tore apart!

A huge stream of light like a falling solar prominence came crashing down.

The core of the light stream is a divine sword that descends with the power to burn the world.

The sword was about one meter long, double-edged, with an incredibly thick spine and a strong ancient Persian style. It was inserted straight into the huge stone ground in front of the golden throne.

Boom!

The rubble exploded like a wave.

At the same time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the void and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword that was still buzzing and vibrating!

The sword light suddenly became brighter!

Mithra, sitting high on the throne, suddenly shook his body beneath his scarlet robe, and his crown toppled over. Using all his remaining dignity, he pressed his back against the cold golden chair for the last time, issuing a soul-depleting entreaty.

"Ahura! My companion, my light! This wreckage... this god-killing demon... everything is in your hands!"

On the ground in front of the throne, the golden scepter finally lost all its strength and rolled down with a crisp and lonely crash. It rolled a few times and stopped in the dust.

"O Mithra, I shall slay the king of the evil spirits on earth."

Following these words, the Sword of Salvation was drawn out!

153 You are just a hero, and I am the Demon King!

In the [Temple of Infinite Time], a god stands on the ground.

The god was extremely tall, with muscles as strong as rocks, and his upper body seemed to be cast in bronze, exuding the luster of power.

The lower body is simple Persian-style trousers.

On her shoulders was a gorgeous shawl woven from countless blue hawk feathers. The feathers looked like tempered fragments of the sky, gleaming with a faint blue light.

On the head stands the towering Sun and Moon Crown, with the emblems of the sun and the moon shining against each other, emitting the pressure of ruling the universe.

He stood there silently, the embodiment of the Seven-in-One Creator.

The [Saving Divine Sword] was held in His hand. The sword was about one meter long, but its thickness was far beyond common perception. It seemed that it was not a sharp blade, but a huge platinum rock that was forcibly forged into the shape of a sword.

The tip of the sword drooped slightly, pointing in the direction of Ye Zuochen. Just this posture caused the indestructible white divine stone ground under Ye Zuochen's feet to silently sink downwards, leaving spider-web-like tiny cracks.

"My name is Ahura Mazda."

The sound was like billions of thunders brewing and rolling deep in the clouds.

"Lord of Evil, your end has come here."

The moment the words fell, a soft "humming" sound came from Ye Zuochen's body, and a cyan-gold aura exploded.

[Qingming Creation Talisman] instantly enlightens oneself, turning this body into a divine body that can fly in the sky and hide in the ground, with superb martial arts.

His pupils were fixed on Ahura, and a trace of extreme doubt flashed in his eyes.

"You seem to be lacking some element of the Hero of Steel. With my limited knowledge of Persian mythology, I didn't know you had any myths about slaying dragons and snakes."

Ahura's face remained calm as he declared, "The God of Steel is a godhood specialized for combat. At this moment, my godhood is combat itself. Ultimately, Angra Mainyu often takes the form of dragons and snakes. I have battled them for over thousands of years."

Ye Zuochen stopped talking. All his frivolity and casualness were instantly drained away, leaving only a solemnity as if he was facing the abyss. He nodded slightly, and all his strength was tensed like a full moon bow, and the sapphire flame burned fiercely.

"Boy, this is the first knife!"

Ahura simply swung the [Salvation Divine Sword] forward.

This wave is light!

A platinum torrent composed purely of the will to destroy instantly tore apart the solidified space of the temple.

It was not the sword light in the ordinary sense, but countless ancient magic weapons of various shapes, wrapped in dazzling lightning.

Greataxe, spear, hammer, scimitar...

Countless divine weapons were forged at a speed beyond the limits of thought to form a world-destroying torrent.

This is the true face of the [Saving Divine Sword], the integrated form of the weapons given by the gods in heaven.

The myth of gathering all the gods' weapons to defeat the demon king on earth is still quite popular among the Indo-European generation.

The speed of the sword light has reached the extreme of light.

The vision is unable to capture its trajectory at all, and the mind has no time to issue the command to dodge!

The platinum torrent passed through Ye Zuochen's figure unhindered.

puff!

However, that figure was like a punctured illusion, disappearing silently.

The real Ye Zuochen had mysteriously appeared just one foot to the side of the platinum torrent!

He seemed to have never moved, yet seemed to have always been there.

Deep in his pupils, the square lines had just disappeared.

[Weiran Shenshangtong] instantly chose the future of "avoiding the sword light" and arrived at the future one second later.

The world-destroying sword light brushed past his body and fiercely slashed on the pure white temple wall behind him.

laugh--!

The wall of the temple, which exuded an eternal aura, was like a hot knife cutting into solidified butter, and was easily torn open by the platinum torrent, leaving a narrow groove with the edge molten with incandescent lightning.

If this blow lands on a star, it will be enough to penetrate it!

But in the [Temple of Infinite Time], only a sword mark like this was left.

Ye Zuochen's throat glowed green, and he was secretly surprised. "I've felt strange since just now, and now the [Withered Lord's Time Treasure] has also sensed it. This temple possesses the power of time, and it is the power of 'eternity'. I think Mithra just now paused his own time, frozen in the moment before death, and after summoning Ahura, he handed him the 'fate of the last king'!"

There is another god here!

Although he had some guesses in his mind, Ye Zuochen had no chance to breathe.

Bah!

A sharp tearing sound suddenly erupted from his right arm, and the sleeve turned into powder in an instant, and the skin underneath was torn apart inch by inch. Silver dragon scales emerged and spread wildly, instantly covering the entire right arm to the shoulder.

On the outside of the elbow joint of the right arm covered with dragon scales, with a "puff" sound, an angel wing suddenly spread out.

The arrogance of [Fallen Dragon Sin Crown]!

boom!

An unimaginable torrent of power surged into the muscle fibers of his right arm.

At the same time, above his head, a broken angel halo, barely pieced together from shattered light spots, appeared faintly, flickering.

That was pure violence enough to shatter the sky and crack the earth!

"—Wherever my arm strikes, the stars shatter like glass. This is the iron hammer that punishes the heavens for those who betray the gods—"

The spiritual words exploded instantly, and the eternal divine stone ground under Ye Zuochen's feet exploded, and countless platinum fragments shot backwards like cannonballs.

With the violent recoil force, the muscles of the right arm covered with dragon scales instantly swelled and bulged, tearing through the air, and with a straight line of pure destruction, he punched towards Ahura's face.