Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

When Roxanne suddenly opened his eyes, the whole world, at this moment, changed overwhelmingly.

His projection has entered another world, a supermassive round dream space...

A big dream space like this is the equivalent of 50 worlds!

In fact, this dream space is divided into fifty parts, or fifty great realms, in which the trillion martial arts are scattered.

At this moment, the great city is filled with warriors of all races, all in the divine sea!

After getting up, Rosen surveyed the surrounding scenery.

This fantasy battlefield is extremely real, and it can even be said that this side of the space was originally the real realm. It is only common that fantasy battlefields are closed and opened before warriors can enter it.

This pool in front of you, it doesn't look like a human pool.

Above all the buildings, there are two colors of black and red, hidden in the cracks of the building and a red light is spinning, as if in the stones used in these buildings, there is also a layer of flowing magma...

“Demon City?” Rosen's gaze flashed slightly.

A trillion martial artists in the 100,000 great realms, distributed in this dream space, are also distributed according to a certain law...

Luo Zheng is in the northern realm, and his orientation is closer to the Demon race, fearing that he was inadvertently assigned within the scope of the Demon race.

Looking around, eight or nine of the martial arts are like a mountain of demonic martial arts, with only a small number of human martial arts, and other races.

These demonic martial artists and Luo Zheng's eyes meet, and they also reveal bad eyes.

With these eyes, Rozon didn't care at all.

It doesn't matter which region it's assigned to.

The battlefield of fantasy is focussed on the strong of the entire young life of the atlas, which means that everyone has to face a trillion opponents!

The trillion, the hundreds of millions of millions, in the face of the hundreds of millions of God's maritime warriors, the other side is either human, or demonic, or other races no longer important, it is important to be able to climb the peak of this fantasy battlefield.

Rosenfeld thought so, but not necessarily by other human fighters, and one of the human fighters assigned to this city was a grieving, depressing face.

Some of them are closer to the territory of the Demon Nation, such as the people's sacred sites in the Yin Dynasty, and may be assigned to the people's side or to the Demon Nation...

But there are also some fighters in the human kingdom who are accidentally assigned here, which is a certain randomness, which is bad luck.

In fact, there is competition in the face of fellow martial artists, and since this is called a battlefield, everyone will be their rivals, and race is not important in a dream battlefield.

This fantasy battlefield has just opened, and all races are curious about this brand new world, constantly observing it...

Soon afterwards, a chilling voice sounded.

“Out of all the big cities, no flying, no fighting, anyone who breaks the rules will be directly 'dead'... there are two hours left before the opening of the gate!” This voice is the voice of the mysterious girl. When the fantasy battlefield opened, she seemed to be a different person. The words became extremely indifferent and whispered about the rules in the fantasy battlefield, without any emotion.

The rules in this fantasy battlefield are very important, and Loren focuses on writing them down word for word.

When the mysterious girl's voice had just fallen, she heard a loud voice coming along...

“Everybody, get the fuck over here! ”

Not far in front of Luo Zheng, hundreds of demonic warriors like the hills gather together to surround the other ethnic warriors present!

In addition to Luo Zheng, there are ten other ethnic fighters gathered together to hear that loud roar. The faces of the ethnic fighters show a slight fear of war...

Fighting is forbidden in the city, and these demon warriors don't dare do it in the city!

But after a while of reflection, the fighters of these ethnic groups actually behaved very obediently and walked away at the behest of the fighters of the demonic ethnic group.

The face of Luo Zheng revealed a faint colour and ignored the words of the demonic warrior.

“Why can't you go?” At this moment, there was a voice coming from Luo Zheng, who was also a human martial artist, dressed in a gray cloak, with an elongated pipe in his hand, barking and throwing up a cigarette ring, and his divine color was very calm.

“Why go there? Fighting is forbidden in the city, and these demons don't always get to eat me," said Rosenfeld.

“Hey, shouldn't it be more than that?” The ethnic martial artist with the pipe said: "The demonic martial artist, who is headed by him, should have a good background. It may be troublesome to defy him. ”

Rosen shrugged her shoulder, “Maybe you're the trouble...”

After that, both smiled and smiled brilliantly.

The Fantasy Battlefield brings together the young Junjie of the entire atlas, but overall it is uneven.

The weak fighter is a bush of grass, which can only be eaten by the sheep, and the powerful fighter is the sheep!

But the top fighters, the wolves in this fantasy battlefield, are the best in this food chain.

Luo Zheng and the cloak warrior also read each other's meaning, they are all wolves, but even among wolves, there are still strong and weak, there are wolf kings!

They have to separate wins and losses from each other!

“You two! Come here, too! Are you deaf?” After these demonic fighters drove those next to them together, one of them walked towards Luo Xing and the cloak fighters.

Both Luo Zheng and the cloak warrior leaned against the wall, both of them were unheard of, and they were even lazy to talk to these demonic warriors, because in Luo Zheng and the cloak warrior's eyes, the demonic warriors in front of them were not even counted as sheep, they were only green grass.

The two of them leaned here, just waiting quietly for the gate to open...

These demonic fighters saw two such attitudes, one of which was to take great strides and surround the two groups.

“People, do you know whose land this is? If you don't behave yourself..."

One of the demon warriors has not spoken yet, Luo Zheng's eyes glanced lightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, even a faint spit of a “roll” word!

With the strength of Luo Zheng now, there is an invisible majesty. The demonic fighter was stared at by Luo Zheng. He almost couldn't help but take two steps backwards, as if he had been pushed by Luo Zheng. When he returned to God, his face was red, but his gaze at Luo Zheng was already a hint of fear.

The cloak warrior took a deep breath of a pipe and gently sprayed a cigarette ring, his eyelids shrugged, as if he had not seen the scene.

At this moment, another voice plugged in, “What are you doing? ”

Speaking is a demonic warrior in silver armor behind the crowd. His silver armor also seems to be rare and can also be seen as a colour in the category of second-grade artifacts, because this armor can be compared to a second-grade artifact as a protective equipment.

“Master Hao! There are two ethnic fighters here who do not intend to obey your orders!” A demonic martial artist said.

This young lord drilled in from the crowd, his three heights high and faint gaze at Luo Zheng and the cloak warrior, and said coldly: "Give you two a chance to obey me and line up there! ”

Rosen and the cloak martial artist looked at each other quietly.

This young lord can barely count as a sheep...

Rosen smiled lightly, "Subordinate to you? What's in it for you? ”

“After I kill you twice, I'll let you go!” Lord Hao replied coldly, seemingly killing Rosen twice as a gift.

After the death of the warriors in the fantasy battlefield, they will not really die, and at the same time they will not withdraw from the fantasy battlefield, but will return to the city to “resurrect”. In the eyes of Major Hao, killing these foolish humans twice is naturally a gift. If he wishes, he can kill them infinitely!