After leaving the world of all NPCs

puff!

The dull sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and blood was so clear and chilling amid the deafening thunderstorm.

Thor's charging figure suddenly froze and he lowered his head in disbelief.

The disappeared flaming sword was now deeply embedded in his chest.

The red flames jumping on the hilt of the sword collided violently with the violent blue and white lightning around him, making a crackling sound!

"Father...God the Father...will surely win..."

Divine blood with electric sparks flowed from the corners of Thor's mouth.

boom!

The fire of doom contained in the flaming sword erupted with a loud bang, and the red flames, more domineering than Thor's own thunder, instantly engulfed the god of thunder.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, his burly body melted into pieces without even uttering a scream, turning into golden-red sparks floating all over the sky.

Click!

The sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant mouth, and a dark crack across the sky suddenly opened up, like the greedy stomach of the universe, instantly swallowing up all the red sparks that escaped after Thor was burned out!

The huge mouth of [The Withered Lord of Time] appeared in the sky of Asgard.

Ye Zuochen didn't even look at the direction where Thor disappeared, and casually waved his right hand forward!

call--!

A giant black hand, over a kilometer long, appeared out of thin air. The surface of the arm was wrapped with the blazing fire of the end. It swept towards the frost giant army that was gathering and charging below as if swatting mosquitoes and flies.

Rumble——!

Hundreds of frost giants were beaten like dry grass blown by a hurricane. Their bones and tendons were broken under the slaps of the giant palms, and their huge bodies were instantly engulfed by red flames.

The wailing was drowned out by the roar of flames, and the charred remains of the giant were scattered everywhere.

The flames burning on the bodies of the giants who had just died also turned into fire snakes, flying towards the dark giant mouth that had opened again in the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

"O devil, I am Tyr, don't be so arrogant!" Tyr, the one-armed god of war, was furious.

Ye Zuochen said calmly, "The courage of a one-armed man? And the wailing of a stray dog?"

"Roar--!"

What responded to him was Fenrir's furious wolf howl!

The pitch-black wolf, carrying the one-armed god of war Tyr, tore through the chaotic battlefield and rushed forward!

Tyr's only remaining right arm tightly grasped a huge sword with a broad blade and a cold glow. The sword body was engraved with ancient oath runes. Wherever the sword pointed, the space was distorted.

Although he lost an arm, his posture was as straight as an unyielding mountain, and his whole body exuded a fierce fighting spirit that had survived countless battles.

"Fenrir! Today you and I are side by side!"

Tyr roared, and the giant sword chopped towards Ye Zuochen's head with the determination to cut off fate.

The silver dragon scales on Ye Zuochen's arms suddenly lit up with dazzling light.

His left arm stretched out like a dragon's claw, pressing down suddenly and hitting Fenrir's wolf mouth hard.

Click——!

There was a teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking, and Fenrir let out a shrill howl. His huge body was slammed into the ground, and his spine was obviously collapsed.

Almost at the same time, Ye Zuochen clenched his right hand, and the scarlet "Sword of Fire" instantly reappeared. He faced the giant sword that Tyr had chopped down, without dodging or avoiding, and chopped it straight up!

Clang——!

When Tyr's sword collided with the flaming sword, it shattered into pieces like fragile glass.

The terrifying recoil force was transmitted along the broken sword, and Tyr's only remaining right arm instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The whole person was like a doll hit by a giant hammer, screaming and flying backwards, and fell heavily beside Fenrir, splashing smoke and dust all over the sky.

“Woo…roar!”

Fenrir struggled to stand up, ignoring the severe pain of his broken spine, and suddenly threw the seriously injured Tyr on his back, roaring and rushing towards Ye Zuochen again!

"Noisy." Ye Zuochen said coldly.

At this moment, a cold breath of death enveloped them.

The huge undead ship Nagirfar broke through the smoke, the hellhound Garm on the bow spewed out cold blue flames that froze souls, and Heimdall's sword on the side of the ship bloomed with the light of dawn.

Vidal appeared on Ye Zuochen's flank like a ghost. His kick, simple yet powerful enough to crush the stars, came with a destructive gust of wind as he fiercely kicked Ye Zuochen's temple!

The siege of the gods formed a fatal situation in an instant!

Facing the deadly attacks coming from all directions, Ye Zuochen simply raised his eyes slowly.

Om-!

Deep in the pupil, strange square lines suddenly lit up!

It was as if time had been fast-forwarded.

All the attacks mysteriously "slid" past before touching Ye Zuochen.

Garm's cold flame froze a piece of void, Heimdall's sword light shattered the afterimage, Vidal's kick that was powerful enough to crush the mountains hit the air, and Nagirfar's huge ship hit nothing!

Ye Zuochen's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, a huge flaming sword over a kilometer long fell from the sky without any warning.

The point where it landed was exactly where Ye Zuochen had just disappeared!

boom!

The huge flaming sword pierced into the earth!

With the tip of the sword as the center, a destructive red fire ring instantly spread out, sweeping across the army.

laugh--!

Garm and Heimdall, who were the first to be hit, as well as the large number of undead and frost giants on the bow of Nagilfar, did not even have time to make a sound before they turned into ashes like burning papers the moment they touched the red fire ring.

The attacks they launched were also annihilated in the flames of death.

Thanks to his special "survival" fate, Vidal was narrowly avoided being blown away by the explosion shock wave and barely avoided the core of the ring of fire.

"The power to choose the future, how could such a level of power fall into the hands of a God Slayer... It's really troublesome!"

Loki's face was gloomy, and a halo of light that distorted reality flowed through his fingertips.

"Gungnir!"

Odin's roar sounded at the same time, and he used all his divine power to throw the Eternal Spear in his hand, which symbolized "definitely hit", and it turned into a golden meteor that tore through time and space, and pierced Ye Zuochen's heart!

Click!

Huge black ribs immediately appeared around Ye Zuochen, and the ribs were stained with red flames, like gurgling blood.

"But lies can also cover up the truth! I said - the skeleton is as fragile as rotten wood!" Loki suddenly spoke, weaving a lie.

The huge black ribs that had just appeared around Ye Zuochen, intending to block the attack, actually had countless spider-web-like cracks on their surface, as if they were about to collapse in the next moment!

"lie?"

Facing this fatal blow, Ye Zuochen's lips curled up into an icy arc.

[Qingming Creation Talisman] instantly enlightened [Prajna Wisdom Sword], turning it into eloquent words.

The voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, like a lion's roar, shaking the world:

"No! This is the tooth of the God of Food—it will devour the flesh and blood of all gods!"

The black ribs, which had already cracked, suddenly changed shape the moment Ye Zuochen finished speaking.

Ferocious and sharp bone spurs suddenly grew on the edges of each rib, like the fangs of a giant beast.

The surface of the bone spur was burning with a red fire of the end that was even more intense than before.

The Eternal Spear [Gungnir] hit the fang-covered "Bone of the God of Meal", making an extremely harsh friction sound!

Crunch-!

The divine spear that was said to be sure to hit the target was actually bitten tightly by the burning fangs.

The gun body vibrated violently, uttering a low groan as it could not bear the heavy burden. The divine light at the gun tip quickly dimmed under the burning of the Fire of the End!

"This is the power of the God of Eloquence. Loki, stop lying! Your voice is no match for the future of Ragnarok!"

Odin opened his one eye wide, in disbelief!

"God Slayer, you are relying on the inevitability of 'Ragnarok', but I will not die in the fire of 'Ragnarok'!" Vidal, who was blown away by the shock wave, stabilized his body and turned into a ray of light again. He ignored the burning fangs and the raging fire of the end, and kicked Ye Zuochen in the back with a simple and unpretentious kick with the will to crush fate!

"Oh? You again."

Ye Zuochen tilted his head slightly and looked at Vidal, his tone filled with understanding, "Those destined to live, even the fire of the end cannot burn them? Then try this."

Before he finished speaking, the burning black ribs suddenly reorganized and instantly turned into an extremely huge hand skeleton. The five fingers of the palm were spread out, and instantly covered with a layer of platinum dragon scales, and then slapped Vidal fiercely.

Vidal's pupils suddenly shrank as he felt a fatal threat.

But it's meaningless.

[The divine pupil of Wei Ran] has already determined the future that will definitely win.

Snapped--!

Like slapping a annoying flying insect to death, the huge silver dragon scale flaming palm, with unmatched strength and the power to burn everything, slammed down hard on Vidal's tiny body!

The earth shook violently, and a huge, bottomless palm print appeared on the scorched earth.

In the center of the palm print, only a blurry pool of golden-red flesh remained, emitting a burnt smell, without any sign of life!

“Vidal——!”

Odin let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Children died here one after another, and He could not stop it.

The eight-legged god, Threpnir, sensed his master's grief and anger, and let out a shrill cry towards the sky.

Odin suddenly turned his horse's head, urged his warhorse on, and with the determination to die together, he transformed into a stream of light burning with divine blood and launched a final charge towards Ye Zuochen!

"Nidhogg!"

Loki screamed, and the roots of the World Tree exploded.

A world-destroying black dragon with a body length of more than a kilometer, with a terrifying power enough to gnaw at the roots of the world tree, came towards Ye Zuochen to bite him, with countless dead souls on its back!

There are even more gods bursting out with terrifying divine power.

How could a mere person overcome the "Twilight of the Gods", which brings together all the gods in Norse mythology?

"Ah……"

Ye Zuochen slowly opened his arms, as if embracing this final stage.

"Let this farce end."

The sound was not loud, but it drowned out the roar of the black dragon and the roar of the God King.

Rumble, rumble—!

Behind Ye Zuochen, countless huge black skeletons burning with the crimson fire of the end grew madly from the void beneath his feet.

Ribs, arm bones, spine, leg bones...

In a flash, a ten-thousand-meter-tall skeleton giant, roughly pieced together from countless huge black bones, stood tall between heaven and earth.

In the cracks between the bones, the crimson fire of the end surged like burning blood.

There was no head on the giant's head. Instead, there was an extremely huge black metal ring suspended at the broken neck, like a collar that should be worn around the neck!

Ye Zuochen's figure was standing on the black metal ring.

He raised his right hand casually.

The skeleton giant also raised its huge bone arms that were hundreds of meters long!

Om-!

The straight flaming sword condensed from the crimson fire of the end is so long that it penetrates the heavens and the earth, and the tip of the sword seems to pierce into the depths of the universe.

"Roar!"

Nidhogg suddenly closed his dragon wings, and green smoke came out from the edges of the wings.