Chapter 1290 God's Despair
At this moment, the ten-winged angel finally remembered that he had seen a human ancestral formation when he was just teleported here.
Because the human race's ancestral formation only had quasi-god-level strength, plus the coming of the thunder tribulation... he ignored it.
Now that I think about it, the creatures that formed the ancestral town of the human race were not humans, but different creatures covered with hair...
Doesn't it mean that, according to records, only in the human world can a kind of creature called mutant beast be born by chance?
According to records, the most powerful force under the command of the eternal first king of the human race was not the Red Armor Legion he founded, but a terrifying force called the Ten Thousand Beast Legion...
According to records, countless alien races died at the hands of the Ten Thousand Beasts Legion.
There are also rumors that King Mo paid a huge price to expand the Ten Thousand Beasts Army.
Because every contracted beast, when it evolves to a certain life level, will encounter a strange catastrophe...
That was the catastrophe of nothingness, and it was also the beginning of the civilization of all races. It was the only recorded catastrophe of nothingness!
At this moment, all the gods trembled in their hearts...
The first king of the human race in all eternity, after the last battle, when he died and his soul disappeared, once said...
"Without King Mo, the human race will have King Li, King Wang, King Zhao..."
The first king of the human race in history is too terrifying. No race dares to ignore his words.
Even if I saw his fall with my own eyes.
Even death is a mountain that looms in the hearts of all races and cannot be shaken off.
Throughout his life, he created too many impossibilities and too many miracles.
It was even he who recreated order for all races, and it was also the little inheritance he left behind that opened up a new era for the human race...
At this moment, it seemed as if the fear that had disappeared millions of years ago had returned.
His words were fulfilled in reincarnation.
"It is rumored that the greatest king of the human race in history lived with the beasts when he was in obscurity. It was with the power of the beasts that he achieved the glory of an era!"
The ten-winged angel murmured, "How could the greatest king of the human race in that era survive such a horrific disaster with his humble strength?"
This question once again lingered in the minds of the gods.
It’s a pity that Zhao Yin is not here, otherwise he would definitely say that I was the one who got out of my league.
I wanted to play a big one, but I didn’t expect it to be so big!
I'm afraid that King Mo back then would not dare to trigger thunder tribulations on multiple contracted beasts at the same time.
Otherwise, there would be no eternal greatest king!
Rumble!
The brewing in the thunder lake in the sky was finally completed, and twenty-three thunders once again struck down.
The aura of destruction was even more terrifying than before.
All the gods' hearts began to beat wildly again, and they could no longer care about anything else.
The Angels and the Wood Tribes all took out their own defensive equipment and tried their best to support the energy shield.
A huge amount of SSS-level amethysts were consumed crazily by them.
Even the third-level god of the Three-Eyed Clan had a huge scale on his finger. It was unknown which tribe of creatures shed it from, and it was engraved with intricate divine patterns.
Even if it was just a piece of scale, the huge aura it exuded surpassed that of a third-level god...
The second-level god of the Minotaur tribe showed fear on his face. He also felt that the destructive energy in the thunder tribulation was even more terrifying than before.
A determination flashed in his eyes. The pair of horns on his head gathered the power and rules. He could only fight to the death...
Only the first-level god of the Cyclops tribe had his life force drop below god level...
It is difficult for a god-level life form to have any treasure that can help him recover from his injuries quickly.
What's more, the Cyclops tribe is just an ordinary small tribe that depends on the top tribes.
"Lord Three Eyes, the names of our tribes are both related to eyes, so please protect us!"
He quickly used his soul to transmit his thoughts, asking for help from the third-level god of the Three-Eyed Clan.
The three-eyed god snorted coldly and didn't even look at him...
Rumble...!
Twenty-three pitch-black mountains of lightning struck down.
There are only twenty-one gods left.
Two more bolts of lightning appeared, one struck the angels, and the other struck the dying Cyclops.
"Anna from the Angel Clan, damn your ancestor god!"
The Cyclops god only had time to curse before he was submerged in the sea of thunder.
After the thunder struck, nothing was left.
Even the bones were chopped into ashes.
After this thunder tribulation, the Wood Clan became more and more miserable.
The gods of the angel clan were all covered in black ash and golden blood, without any trace of holiness left.
One of the wings of the ten-winged angel was half burnt... A nine-winged angel only had eight wings left...
Only the three-eyed tribe was safe.
But a corner of the shield-like scale in her hand was also burnt.
The second-level god of the Minotaur tribe followed the old path of the Three-Eyed Tribe.
He was covered in blood and could not stand steadily, so he could only kneel on one knee.
At this moment, the eyes of the Minotaur were filled with fear.
Because of the destructive aura in the thunder lake in the sky, it became more violent again.
It has reached a point where even a second-level god cannot bear it.
As the Bull-Headed God hesitated, a Boundary Breaking Talisman finally appeared in his hand...
"How are you doing?"
The third-level god of the Wood Clan not far away shouted hoarsely: "Want to lead the catastrophe to the ancestral clan?"
The Minotaur’s thoughts were exposed in an instant.
Obviously, facing his own death and the extinction of his tribe, the Minotaur god is no longer firm.
The Niutou tribe is a vassal of the Mu tribe.
Therefore, the third-level god of the Wood Clan did not want to see that scene happen.
"If you return to your ancestral world, you can use the power of faith to protect your soul from disintegrating, but your ancestral world will also be destroyed because of you. Are you really willing to accept this?"
The third level god of the Wood Clan questioned.
There was a flash of struggle in the eyes of the Bull Head Tribe. Under the thunder lake, the Wood Tribe was unable to protect him.
In his current state, he definitely cannot withstand the next wave of thunder tribulation.
At this moment, he had no choice between race and himself.
This is also the reason why the previous Grays and Cyclops would rather die than escape.
There is no way out!
As for diverting the disaster to the east before dying...
Now, the human race has fallen, and the several major areas near the secret realm are either inhabited by angels, wood tribes, minotaurs, and gray people...
The thunder tribulation would not give him time to escape any further.
Are we going to direct the disaster to these areas?
If it is led back to the ancestral world, it is possible to protect a trace of its soul with the help of the power of faith accumulated over the years.
If it is led to other tribes, they will surely unite and kill them.
It does not bring any benefit but brings disaster to the race.
“This god promises that if you can leave this place alive, I will personally protect your ancestral world for a million years, and try my best to cultivate a new god for your clan!” The third-level god of the Wood Clan sighed.
At this moment, the third wave of thunder and lightning strikes again...
This time, the thunder was like a mountain, no longer scattered.
The terrifying pitch-black thunder lake faintly flashed, and twenty-three terrifying thunder swords appeared!
The breath of destruction was mixed with sharpness... The murderous intent between heaven and earth became stronger again!
The space was directly torn apart, and twenty-three terrifying lightning swords slashed at it...
The god of the Bull-Headed Clan suddenly knelt on his knees and kowtowed deeply to the third-level god of the Wood Clan.
"Thank you, sir. Please don't forget your promise to the Minotaur tribe."
At this moment, he finally made his choice.
Between the tribe and himself, this quasi-god of the Minotaur tribe chose the tribe.
Give up on yourself...