The explosion of smoke slowly dissipated. Tirathimus stroked his chest, golden blood flowed in seven orifices, and a terrible smile on his face, looking at Vansaiti and Onomia. However, Vansaiti and Onomia's eyes were not on Tyrathimus. Their eyes fell on the center of the explosion of fireball just now. There was a black little man standing there, to be precise, a baby less than half a meter tall.

The baby's black skin, black eyes, only a mouthful of teeth, shining with light that is different from ordinary people. Onomia could naturally see that it was... holy light. But if it was holy light, his hand was dancing with different attributes from his body - to be precise, it was a weapon with the opposite attributes, which was a thing representing death and darkness, and that was a god of death! It seemed that the baby used the god of death sickle very purely, and the god of death sickle was also very obedient to his will. The baby used the little force to the god of death sickle, and the sword made of space storm would suddenly grow one foot wide. The baby was playing with the god of death sickle, as if he was very disgusted with the three shields just now, pouting his mouth, and the god of death sickle in his hand was drawing circles boredly.

"This... what is this...?" Fan Saidi's chin was about to fall off. Can darkness and light coexist? Death and life can also combine? This completely reversed his understanding of rules, soul, body, and nature. And Onomia seemed to be no better than him, and was also stunned and stared at the dark baby in a daze.

The baby seemed to be in a very bad mood. He glared at Tirathis angrily, then turned his head to look at Vansaiti and Onomia, with a look of disgust in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he cried the baby. A shock wave swept across the world. Since the mountains within his sight had collapsed, it was naturally difficult to judge the power between his cry and Vansaiti's anger. The huge dragon-shaped monster in the sky stopped struggling and looked at the baby below.

Onomia's heart chills, and there is an urge to destroy the huge dragon-shaped monster. He, Vansaiti and Tirathis are both gods in the outer plane, and their power is higher than that in the secondary plane. Since the divine power cannot fully merge with the plane's power and attributes, it must be converged. Otherwise, their entry will directly give way to the plane and break into countless pieces. And the monster in the sky, as the supreme god of the original plane, naturally has the greatest power that the plane can accommodate. If he merges with the small baby below, this power will instantly surpass the highest upper limit of the plane! Once they merge, the plane will collapse instantly.

This space-time collapse caused by excessive internal force is different from the plane collapse caused by external force tearing. The plane collapsed by external force tearing, at most, the plane shattered into countless fragments. The existence of powerful Vansaiti and Onomia can also escape. However, the space-time collapse caused by excessive internal force inside this plane will be like a large vortex, not just to produce fragments, but will be like a huge black hole, swallowing all the nearby parts! Originally, all the power of Vansaiti and Onomia did not care about such a catastrophic event, but now they actively lower their power to the upper limit of the plane, and the body is inside the plane. Once the plane collapses, they cannot escape themselves!

The huge dragon-shaped monster in the sky looked at the baby, and it was clearly a hungry look!

However, the next moment, who is swallowed by whom is something that no one knows. The power of death, the power of light, and the power of life have the ability to look at the supreme god on the plane!

This is a conspiracy! Onomia neither looked at the dragon-shaped monster in the sky nor the black baby, but looked at Tirathomes. The thief-like expression on Tirathomes' face had turned into a face of relief. Onomia instantly understood that this was an absolute trap. The purpose of the trap was to completely destroy the managers of the two time and space orders!

But Tirathimis, can you survive this place where even the Lord God can destroy? No, no need for an answer, his expression can already explain everything!

So, the sky hangs incredibly, and the undestroyed dragon-shaped monster directly used its huge body to pounce on the baby floating in the air. For him, there were only two choices, either, be captured by Onomia and destroyed or destroyed on the spot, the other way is to fight to destroy something else. And for the baby, there are only these two ways.

Two people who are struggling to the death are at the end of their journey.

A funnel of time and space was generated between heaven and earth. It was a vision where too powerful power was about to turn together. It was as powerful as Onomia, and the controller of order was powerless to stop it!

However, at this moment, a faint red light ignited a fan-shaped aperture from the middle of the funnel, cutting the funnel of time and space into two. The huge body that fell rapidly in the sky and the small black body that was rapidly rising from the low place incredibly missed hundreds of kilometers away. One rushed to the sky and the other rushed into the ground. The clouds that rushed into the sky rolled into one day directly rushed out of the plane, knocking out a huge hole in the sky, and the other hitting the ground, knocking a whole piece of continent into pieces, magma, gravel, water, and everything flew up.

The destruction of the plane is nothing more than that.

However, the matter is not finished. In Tiratmes' eyes, on the two bodies passing by, red lights that did not belong to this plane have condensed into dozens of red swords, rotating like a turbo, chasing figures in different directions.

A bitter smile passed across Tirathimis's face, and he looked at him, but smiled slightly with satisfaction.

However, because they were extremely far apart, Onomia did not see Tirathimus's eyes, but she was still relieved and relieved.

In another world, in the mechanical city in the sky, the green flame on the metal platform floating in the space capsule suddenly jumped without warning.

"Ah? You're awake? It's so magical. Does God dream too?"

Tirathomes, that is, in front of the green flame, the metal head of Atlas' wolf-shaped was shaking left and right, and a pair of mechanical eyes looked at Tirathomes carefully. Atlas's sharp teeth looked particularly exciting from this angle, as if he opened his mouth and was about to swallow Tirathomes. "What are you going to do?" Tirathomes asked. For an existence like his, dreams are memories, memories, and dreams. But because he had not yet reacted from the dream for a while, and the wolf head was really a bit snooping secrets, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hehe, sir, what dream did you have? Why... it looks like a nightmare?" Atlas's expression felt a little laughing.

Tirathimis muttered for a moment, and then asked, "What? It seems that your riddle was guessed?"

"No! No."

"Then... why did you come to me?" Tirathimis asked.

"Well...I think so, can you tell me the answer, as this... fair deal, I'll tell you a secret. A secret I just got from Alex yesterday."

"Secret?" Tirathimis smiled. The price was interesting. It was a worthless riddle in exchange for anything.

"Then what is your secret?"

Atlas couldn't see anything on his mechanical face, but his tone betrayed him: "Ha! Did you agree to that? Alex said, if you could remember the method of smelting the head t53 metal and t1135 metal when he first started to protect you twenty-seven years ago, he had already broken down this problem that you didn't solve at that time!"

Tirathimus lit up for a moment, then calmed down and said lightly: "Is that so? Is this the secret?"

"Yes!" Atlas said.

"Okay, I agree to exchange this secret with you with the answer." Tirathimis said without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!