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Chapter 110
When the doomsday came, floods and ferocious beasts swept across the Middle Earth. Whether it was the deserted flat forests or the fortified mountains, they all became flat boats in the raging sea, collapsed and obliterated.

One by one, the demons made waves, and by the power of the water, spread all over the world of Middle-earth.

The castle that once guarded one side and strangled the dangerous pass has become a table of flesh and blood for demons, letting them choose.

The fertile fields and lotus ponds that once swayed with the fragrance of grains were buried with dead bones, which were shattered by the floods.

The unicorn panicked and escaped from the peaceful virgin forest, but plunged headlong into the Nielong River under the cliff.

The smooth and gorgeous feathers of the canary bird were wetted by the bean-sized raindrops, and they were lying on the surface of the body, singing blood and screaming, looking for their former nest in the vast ocean.

All the creatures of Middle-earth were buried in this mighty end times step by step and unswervingly.

'Crack! '

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that shook the sky and almost shook the entire sky.I saw the first mountain range in the middle-earth world, once soaring into the clouds, the Qiangulas Snow Mountain, where the flowing snow water converged into big rivers, collapsed from the belly of the mountain.

Huge boulders flew across the sky, sand danced violently, and everyone fell into a brief tinnitus.

Then, the entire vast ocean suddenly dropped several feet and poured into the belly of the Qiangu Las Snow Mountain.

But no one is overjoyed, because even the Qiangulas Snow Mountain has collapsed, and the underground river in Middle-earth may, under the influence of this flood, break free from the shackles of the thick strata and rush to the ground!
At that time, Middle-earth will become a tomb of water, burying all living beings!

"Damn! Why hasn't he appeared yet!"

A god floating in the air, with a slightly anxious face, scrolled with divine power, holding tens of thousands of people in the air, stepping on a foot, a stone pillar rose from the flood, and became the last pure land of this Miaomiao water town.

"He is waiting! Only when everyone despairs can he reveal his holiness!"

A female deity sits high among the white clouds, elegant and regal, wearing a skirt decorated with starlight, holding a natural scepter, looking down on the entire Middle-earth world.

She is the goddess of nature, the goddess who turns a blind eye to the extermination of the elves.

"According to the Bible records in those Western civilizations, the heavy rain lasted for forty days, and the entire flood lasted for one year!"

A god with a bronze complexion and natural muscle contours opened his mouth, his eyes were wise, his breathing was like a long howl, and the sound of blood flowing was not inferior to Wang Yang under his feet.

"However, Noah's family, who cast the ark of the end of the world and let the remaining souls of Middle-earth on board, were killed by us. This established fate has changed, and the Lord will definitely appear in these few days for his own kingdom of God!"

The few remaining gods looked at each other and nodded secretly, even though they have now been included in the camp of the true God of Jehovah, they are regarded as subordinate gods of Jehovah.

But that plan to kill God has become more and more malicious!
"Where are the Dragon God and the True God Moro?" Suddenly, a god asked.

Daoist gods stared at Wang Yang, and the actions of all the competitors fell into their eyes.

"One is disabled, and the other has lost the Supreme Staff. Do we need to do it?"

The goddess of nature's eyes were calm, and her white silk jade hand gently held the natural staff, which made her look particularly noble, but her words were as cold as a thousand feet of ice.

"Hehe, save some energy. A tiger that has lost its teeth, of course someone will fight the tiger. In the end, as long as there are eight gods."

A god shook his head, looked away indifferently, and occasionally sent miracles to save his believers.

"It's a pity that most of those people with divine destiny are missing for no reason! We should put more thought into it..."

Sikong was walking alone on the ocean, feeling several gazes as vast as Tianwei, raised his eyelids slightly, smiled lightly and shook his head, his steps were not in a hurry.

Looking at the end of the purgatory on earth, wailing was everywhere, and floating corpses floated past Sikong's feet, but Sikong seemed to be strolling in the garden, out of tune with this end of the world.

'Jie Jie~'

A piercing grin came, and then a thousand-legged demon leaped out from under the flood, its elongated turbid saliva dripped on the dark green skin, looking extremely disgusting.

Sikong's gaze remained the same, he didn't even raise his head, and the holy sword in his hand was revealed with the power of the sharp temple.

Without stopping, they walked straight over the surging waves. Behind them, a thousand-legged demon was evenly divided into hundreds of pieces, separated from its flesh and bones, and fell into the water one after another as neatly as a dingo dissolving a cow.

Along the way, demons appeared, mouthfuls of human blood, and thighs that had been bitten pitted.

Those who blocked the way were all punished by Sikong with a sword.

Although he lost the Supreme Staff, and the luck of the true god Moro was not one in ten, but after all, he had killed the gods, and even collected one hundred and eight Templar suits.

It can be said that it is not as good as the top, but it is more than the bottom. Ordinary demons are far from his opponents.

"Help me, save me, please..."

A weak cry for help sounded, and a man with his upper body resting on a log floating on the water floated in. His whole body was swollen from the flood water, his hair was disheveled on his face, and he looked very pitiful.

Sikong turned a deaf ear and walked away on the waves. The dragon-patterned armor had an ancient charm and seemed to have an extraordinary temperament.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Sikong's ankle, and Sikong froze.

"Save me, please, I'm ****, you save me, I'll give you a house on Executive Star!"

Although the information about this person in reality was automatically blocked by this competition, but if he opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut, he would be given away with a house. Presumably, he was like a rich second generation, far from being comparable to Sikong, a poor man.

'Jie Jie~'

Suddenly, several ferocious laughs came in succession, and the violent smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and Sikong didn't even raise his head.

'Crack! '

The holy sword had a cold light, like a poisonous snake, it came back and was held by Sikong's waist again.

"Ah! Ah! You..."

The man screamed miserably, and his body, which was originally on the log, slid into the water. His severed palm was still gripping Sikong's ankle. You can see it clearly.

Sikong turned around, and there was a sound of panic from behind, and then, all the sounds were covered by the sound of gnawing flesh and blood and picking up internal organs.

Sikong cut through the wind and waves, and the heavy rain wet his blond hair, which slid down from the edge of the cold bronze mask, ticked on the armor, and then merged into a gurgling stream, making the dragon-pattern armor even more primitive, without leaving any moisture.

He bent down and picked up a flower floating on the water. It was as white as snow in June, and the petals were full of vitality, dripping with water, as if it had just been picked from the field in early spring.

Sikong stuck the white flower in his chest, and his steps suddenly became solemn, staggering, with indescribable grief.

"My friend, it has been six years, this flood must not disturb your peace..."

Sikong smiled sadly and was immersed in the past. He walked through the flood and passed by the people who were fleeing, and finally came to a green mountain that was crumbling under the impact of the tsunami.

The grass on the green mountain is very dense and lush, and deep in the grass, there is a tomb.

Engraving on the Grave—Old Friend, Tomb of Shougu City

In front of the tomb, a broken wooden sword was eroded and covered with wormholes...

(End of this chapter)