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Chapter 1108: Gift from Above the Sequence

As mentioned before, this river of blood originates from the original power of the God of Death, directly connected to the underworld, and possesses extremely corrosive and corrupting properties. The latter is an extremely dangerous weapon of attack even against gods.

This is because the higher the level of this world, the more unstable the mental state is. At any time, the balance between divinity and humanity may become completely unbalanced, and the world may go crazy and out of control!

Of course, if it were just this, it would not be enough to harm the god itself, but at this time Zhou Ning, who possessed the power of "fooling", made corresponding changes to the blood river.

He magnified the concepts of "corrosion" and "depravity" therein, increasing the corrosiveness and depravity of this river of blood to an almost exaggerated level.

This is a form of "magnification" and also a manifestation of "deception".

Of course, this corrosiveness and depravity will not last long, nor will it be enough to truly cause a righteous god to fall into madness. After all, every righteous god is the holder of many powers, and his level is second only to the old ones.

The next moment, almost at the same time, the bodies of the four gods emitted a "sizzling" corrosion sound, their minds instantly fell into chaos, and their faces showed unconcealable distortions.

The disadvantage of the God's Container is that the physical level cannot match the spiritual strength, and it is actually quite fragile for Zhou Ning, especially the "Black Baron" Jeffrey, who has a lower container level. Under the cover of the blood river with the degree of corrosion magnified countless times, most of his body was corroded in an instant. Maleses lost the God's Container before he even had time to take action and was killed instantly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. Was this happening? Wayne Stewell was actually suppressing four gods?

Especially Xiao Poshu, who was in unspeakable confusion at this time.

Its pages had previously contained a series of coincidences that would have given its owner an advantage, but just now, these coincidences had been simultaneously nullified, and entire fates seemed to have been fooled, dramatically altered. The dead end of fate had suddenly stretched to infinity. This was the power of supernormal capabilities!

And just now, its brain suddenly crashed, and it accidentally wrote down its complaints about its owner on the page, and even cursed at him inappropriately. The little broken book deleted the words on it line by line. Is there any medicine for regret in this world?

The first to react was still Guarani, the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom". Relying on his own wisdom and authority, he quickly got rid of Zhou Ning's interference.

Then the God of Death also reacted and tried to contain the river of blood in front of him again, but his attempts failed one after another, and he suddenly lost control of the river of blood.

As seemingly endless light shone, Guarani once again entered his mythical form, transforming into an abstract symbol in the shape of a single eye. He transformed the contamination he had just received into knowledge, a torrent of information, attempting to impact Zhou Ning's mind and steal the knowledge within it.

But... who gave Him the courage to do this?

If it were an ordinary angel, even the Angel King, he might have been hit by this move, but he was facing the Old One, who was above the Sequence. Not to mention that Zhou Ning was a Pillar-level Old One, far stronger than an ordinary Old One.

This torrent of information instantly solidified in the air, turning into a straight line that solidified in the air, and then reflected towards Guarani.

Zhou Ning once again used the power of "fooling".

This time, however, he was fooling the very knowledge he had just gained, multiplying it back to Guarani. This was a deeper use of the power of deception. It could fool time, fool concepts, and fool everything in the world.

Zhou Ning's mouth curled up slightly. Under the translucent dark cloak on his body, there were faintly slippery and evil tentacles dancing in the air.

He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, sending the river of blood surging upwards as if directed by his arm. The next moment, a violent yet unreal wind surged around him, pushing the blood river in all directions. In the center, a faintly bluish-black gate of light appeared.

On the field, many Northern pirates were contaminated at the same time. Their spiritual bodies, astral bodies, mental bodies and etheric bodies collapsed at the same time. They rolled and struggled on the ground, collapsing into worms crawling all over the ground, instantly filling the player's experience screen.

The first to be hit was Guarani. His mental state had not yet calmed down. When he saw this scene, no matter how high his level was, he suffered a new shock that was difficult to contain. His body solidified in place, and densely packed tiny particles continued to protrude from his body.

This is a sign of madness.

After he looked at Zhou Ning deeply, especially at the evil tentacles extending from under the other's dark cloak, his body began to fall apart.

It can be said that this battle was the most frustrating and inexplicable battle He had ever had. He inexplicably lost his wisdom in the middle and became unable to think. Later, he inexplicably almost went crazy and lost control.

He felt a dull pain on his face when he recalled the words he had used to mock the other person.

At this moment, He and the God of Death gave up this divine vessel one after another and returned to their original bodies.

"These two righteous gods have a tacit understanding..."

Zhou Ning smiled and shook his head. Relying on his former status and the characteristics of a fool, he could actually ignore this kind of pollution. He could even pollute the other party within twenty seconds, or even kill the four God's containers at the same time. However, his time in this world was limited, and killing the God's containers was meaningless. Even if he sealed the surroundings with the Kingdom of God, it would only cause slight soul trauma to the gods who came down from the world, which was more important than killing them and destroying their hearts.

What's more, the pollution just now is likely to cause considerable trouble to the other party.

And He is ready to give a gift to the Self.

He now wanted to craft Valentine into a marionette and hand it over to his Self as a token of gratitude for his previous assistance. A marionette approaching the level of an Angel King and possessing immortality would be a valuable gift. Given his current status and level, he could easily accomplish this under the current circumstances.

The so-called Sea God was not enough to stop him, so the wisest choice was to get away from him as soon as possible.

At this time, just as he expected, the sea god decisively left Valentine's body and chose to leave, leaving Valentine sitting alone in the clothes of the Northern Pirate Emperor.

Still failed... Valentine breathed a sigh of relief and glanced around. He did not surrender. He still had a defiant look on his face and held his chest high. The Northern Pirates also had their own dignity.

What's more, as long as the Box of the Old Ones is there, He can be resurrected again.

His body began to swell, and instantly turned into a giant over seven meters tall. As his mythical form unfolded, the surrounding weather began to change drastically.

But just three seconds later, Valentine froze in place uncontrollably, his body becoming stiff and numb.

The thread of his spiritual body was completely controlled by Zhou Ning, and he became the other party's secret puppet.

Within a certain distance, Zhou Ning can control the opponent to fight. In this way, the secret puppet can use its original extraordinary abilities.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Valentine's tall body bent his knees and half-knelt towards Zhou Ning: "Master!"

On September 1453, 9, Valentine, the Northern Pirate Emperor, lost himself and almost fell.