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A dark-skinned, white-haired man stood proudly in the center of the universe, with molten gold-like blood flowing from a deep wound on his chest.
"Greetings to you, the supreme God of Wounds."
Huanlong was clearly a seasoned veteran in the workplace. He immediately bowed to the boss when he appeared, his posture elegant and humble.
The other Great Lords of Annihilation also paid the highest tribute to the source of this will to destroy in their own ways.
The majestic figure in the starry sky stands silently, burning with an undeniable brilliance.
Nanuk's destructive golden eyes burned brightly as he lowered his gaze.
Without a word, the six kings understood the divine will.
"A magnificent destruction is about to occur."
"Intellectual knowledge is about to perish, with the birth of a colleague."
Huanlong's thoughts raced.
Is the Iron Tomb finally emerging from its placenta?
As a member of the Great King, Huanlong had a certain understanding of his colleagues' situations.
Although she had never been in contact with Iron Tomb or had any communication with it, Iron Tomb's achievements were undeniable, and its professional capabilities were completely outmatched. Naturally, she needed to make more contact with it and learn from each other.
That's what Huanlong used to think, but he never expected that the Iron Tomb was actually an unhatched baby, no, an embryo!
Huanlong remained silent for a long time after learning the truth.
It's a huge blow to Suiyang that its own destruction efficiency is not even as good as that of an embryo.
On the other hand, it seems the boss values the new colleague a lot.
The birthing process actually gathered everyone together.
Are we preparing a welcoming ceremony?
She didn't receive this treatment when she was promoted to Grand Prince.
"Do you wish for us to protect its safe arrival?"
Xingxiao's voice was clear and cold, like ice crystals colliding.
"I called everyone here from so far away just for this matter."
Gui Ji straightened the collar of his spotless white suit, his hands were covered with burgundy gloves, and his purple skin was still visible from his wrists.
"Delivering a new colleague's baby? Heh, that's... kind of an interesting job."
He raised his hand and gracefully removed the black top hat from his head.
What was revealed below was not a head, but a purple hand magnified proportionally.
He held a sixteen-sided die the size of a head in his hand.
This is the kind of design that would trigger PTSD in Li Huowang if he saw it.
"But do we really need to send the whole team? Fenfeng can easily handle it by himself."
"The birth of a colleague is not worth making such a fuss about."
Xingxiao agreed with Guiji's statement.
Even if the birth of this colleague might lead to the end of the calculation of knowledge, the God of Creation would not need to go to great lengths to summon all six Great Lords just to witness the ceremony.
“If you don’t want to go, Fenfeng, I can take over the job.”
The purple left hand snapped its fingers.
"A magnificent requiem for the wise men of the galaxy."
The collapse of the intellectual path will trigger a chain reaction, affecting all travelers on the path from top to bottom.
In fantasy novels, destiny is the Great Dao.
When the Great Dao collapses, those who rely on it, regardless of their level of cultivation, will crumble like a building without a foundation. At best, they will lose all their cultivation; at worst, they will die and their Dao will be extinguished.
"You want to enjoy the farcical spectacle put on by fools after the funeral of the galactic sages, don't you?"
A mature and elegant female voice, tinged with a slightly lazy smile, came from the mysteriously shaped Sun-Devouring Beast.
Purely audio-based fraud is indeed fraudulent.
"Haha, don't you find it interesting that fools are sinking into destruction amidst their cries?"
"No, whether it's a fool or a wise man, the taste is the same."
It wasn't even enough to fill a gap between her teeth.
"Where is Akivili, who has set off again? What if they bring any unexpected trouble..."
The voice of the King of Casting carried a caution and worry that seemed incongruous with its imposing stature.
"Whether it's a mask or a fall, it will lead to another, even more magnificent annihilation, won't it?"
Upon hearing Xingxiao's words, Huanlong immediately shook his head and sighed.
Such colleague relationships...sigh.
They weren't even born yet, and you're already hoping they'd crash.
Although, she didn't think the birth of Iron Tomb would go as smoothly as she had imagined.
After all, she was one of the only Absolute Lords present who had ever faced off against Xingqiong head-on.
"Stop making a fuss."
The figure, whose upper body was covered in white cloth, stood up, and the starry sky lit up with white light because of his movement.
"Since the God of Creation has given His will, we may obey and act accordingly."
The Fenrir, feared by many civilizations in the galaxy, was, in the warm and loving Destruction family, the Fenrir was definitely the kind of subordinate that boss Nanuk liked the most.
Capable and efficient in their work.
When Fenfeng spoke, the effect was immediate; Xingxiao, Huanlong, Guiji, and Guangshi stopped their discussion.
"Should I go too?"
King Castor glanced at the shattered planets surrounding the war furnace.
It's not finished forging yet.
Its colleagues' eyes were fixed on it, their silence speaking volumes.
Another inch.
Nanuk's imposing figure vanished after a single gaze descended upon him.
That gaze pierced through the void, and the golden entropy fire, as if it had a life of its own, spun and condensed wildly, finally settling into concentric golden entropy fire rings that emitted strange destructive fluctuations.
Six different Destroyer Lords slowly stepped into the room, using the Path of Destruction to travel across endless time and space star fields.
The next moment, the six Extinction Lords arrived at Onpharos through the Destruction Path that encased the Imperial Scepter.
This is the power of the Star God.
The six great rulers were neither inside nor in the Milky Way; the space they occupied was close to the Narrow Passage of Fate, a unique dimensional gap temporarily supported by the power of the Destruction of Fate.
"Gentlemen, don't you think the attitude of the Negative Creation God is somewhat unusual?"
Huanlong still couldn't quite understand it.
He was just a newly born Great Lord, yet the God of Creation sent six of them to protect him.
Moreover, she remembered that the God of Creation had previously been indifferent to whether the Iron Tomb was successfully born, and that whether it was crowned or fell, it would not have much impact on the entire path of destruction.
But when it came time to give birth, she changed her mind from not caring about the big picture and threw the six of them over.
"God must have had a deeper meaning in doing this."
Foehn did not blindly worship Nanuk.
This is a conclusion reached after careful consideration.
The existence of the Star Gods transcends cause and effect, and they can see far more than they can.
Huanlong pondered for a moment, thinking that Fenfeng's words made sense.
Her brows relaxed, and the corners of her mouth once again curved into that elegant and noble smile of a concubine.
With an elegant gesture, Huanlong created a magnificent lotus throne woven from eerie green and dark gold flames, and lazily reclined upon it.
Regardless of why the Creator God threw all six of them over to the Iron Tomb to deliver babies.
But given the current situation, even pioneering efforts won't work; the Iron Tomb is bound to be born!
A galactic alliance formed by the company, the Immortal Boat, and the family targeting the Iron Tomb?
Ha ha.
In Huanlong's eyes now, it's not worth a second glance.
Who has Huanlong ever been afraid of in team battles?
The Starrok, whose specialty is fleet space warfare and whose micro-management skills are top-notch, is here.
Guiji is a master of lane management.
Superhero unit, our mid laner Faker is in position.
There's also the King of Forging who can forge equipment.
Guangshi was an expert on Qing soldiers.
Even if all those Immortal Ship Generals came, Huanlong would still dare to point his finger at them and make them line up to step on each one and slap them.
With that kind of team composition, anyone who comes here will be doomed!
Gaga is killing everything in sight!
She, Huanlong, will reluctantly take on the role of the group's leader.
After all, the team's commander is usually the support, so she only needs to rely on mid-laner Faker to win.
Old Fentou had no idea what his teammates were thinking; his attention was focused on the interior of Onfaros.
Foehn knows more about Onfaros and the Iron Tomb than his colleagues do.
Before the Iron Tomb is truly broken open, the Scepter plus the Destruction Equation would be a complete Extinction Lord; the Imperial Scepter is currently only half an Extinction Lord.
The firewall used some of his data.
"The sun that never rose has embarked on the path of ascension bestowed by the wounded god, yet it still resists its future."
Upon arriving at Onpharos's path of destruction, Burning Wind was able to sense his own power within the firewall.
The cause that emerged from countless data points launched countless attacks on the core layer of the scepter, but was blocked by him within the firewall.
"If we come again this time, I will personally take action to test whether the rage that poured the Iron Tomb is pure enough for the God of Creation."
From the system layer, the Fiery Wind watched Caislana, watching the burning, dark, furious flames.
With a slight thought, the power that belonged to him, which had been guarding the firewall through the path of destruction, was withdrawn.
He himself is stationed here, awaiting any potential challengers.
……
Time moved forward slightly.
Inside Onphalus, on the southern front.
Demogue and Nexus destroyed two monsters instantiated by the Black Tide.
Nexus transformed into countless warm light particles and dissipated into the air, while Qiong's figure landed lightly from among the drifting light particles.
Demyoge also withdrew her power and returned to the size of a normal girl.
"So, Mimi, Xilian, are actually the heart of Wengfa Luosi and Demiaoge?"
March 7th stared wide-eyed at the pink-haired beauty before her, who resembled a goddess.
"what is going on?"
Everyone surrounded Qiong and Demuge, but only Haji Star fully accepted the situation and happily jumped over to hug Demuge's beautiful legs, which were encased in pure white rose bracelets, and snuggled up to her.
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