Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

When the old man looked up, he clapped his hands and replied sincerely: "My people do face great enemy invasion. ”

The young man at the top of the tombstone hey hey smile, "Those big enemies you're talking about are the exiles of the world, right? ”

“Exactly,” the old man said.

“So you're visiting me now to ask me to do it?” The young man asked again.

The old man nodded softly in his heart.

This young man seems insane, but his true strength is difficult to measure...

Most importantly, he was not locked up in that world, as was the case with other exiles, but in the space where the Warden clan survived.

The elderly do not know the intent of the owner's arrangement, but this young man has been a neighbor for countless years, maybe he will agree to do it in this situation?

“Old monsters are so equal in life, I can't get rid of them. Now I'm just like normal people, it doesn't help. Hey...” the young man smiled.

Upon hearing this, the old man's face flashed with a complex expression, and then he knelt down to him with a song of his legs, "Please also help me Warden clan! ”

“Sheikh! ”

The man with the purple-haired black robe was in a hurry.

The tomb keeper said that after the equality of all beings, his cultivation was attenuated as well. Why did the elder ask him to do so?

Seeing the response of the elderly, the face of the tomb keeper remained unchanged.

Under one turn, he jumped from the tombstone, walked past the old man, “Tsk” two times, the voice slowly came: “At the time, a bet between me and the ruins made me stay here for trillions of years, it is to this day that I still have not been able to break this mystery...”

Hearing this, the elderly and the purple-haired black robes are all slightly flashed in their hearts.

Is the tomb keeper here too?

If so, is he in fact opposed to the Warden's clan, which means that he would not only not help the Warden's clan, but would even take advantage of the opportunity to escape?

After making this judgment, the elderly and purple-haired black robes naturally fill their hearts.

The tomb keeper perceived the emotions of the two men and turned his head and smiled slightly. "With you people so long, I am also well aware of what happened to your Warden clan. I must say that you old guardians are truly loyal and faithful, but you do not know... the ruins of this old monster are not so fond of this prison. ”

“What do you mean?” The old man slowly stood up and was very concerned about the words of the tomb keeper.

This involved a dispute between conservatives and liberals in the beginning…

When the liberals wanted to leave the world, the parties did not initially fight hard, but engaged in years of debate.

The most central point of view of the liberals is that their masters have abandoned them, abandoned the world, and that their clan of wardens has no place to be.

The conservatives insisted that one day the masters would return and that they must uphold their mission.

This mission, the elderly persisted to this day...

“Because there's more than one prison like this,” the tomb keeper shrugged his shoulders, "and ruined at the bottom of the chaos, he built six or seventy prisons like this, and he keeps repeating the process, but it all fails, and the prison you guard is just one of his failures, okay? ”

“A loser? Where's the failure? No one escaped from this prison!” The old man's voice is a little shaky, and his attitude is even stronger.

A man spends his whole life trying to guard something, it's just a defeat. It's a little unacceptable to put it on anyone, not to mention the fact that the Warden clan has spent countless years here!

How can this be accepted by their community?

The tomb keeper or the lazy smile, looking at the old man's excitement, couldn't help but sigh: “These ancient chaos gods have long been turned into the foundation of the whole chaos. Do you really think 'ruins' are full of food and support, set up a prison, and then grab some people here? Are those exiles eligible for this? ”

How can a man like Ming Wei and Kim Lao get into the eyes of the ancient god of chaos?

In contrast to the ancient gods of chaos, these exiles are not even small...

That said, the old man was suddenly choked.

Indeed…

Their supreme master should be the mighty one in chaos. Why does he keep these exiles here?

But the Warden clan doesn't mock the master's intentions, which is disrespectful, so they never think about it.

“Master… why create this world, why… create us?” The old man asked the question painstakingly.

The problem was that liberals used to hang on to their mouths. The old people hid some of the liberal positions...

Gravekeepers smiled lightly, "You don't have to know this. Anyway, your masters have given up, and you don't have to struggle to resist. Those exiles want to leave, let them go. It's good to have a happy get-together. ”

“Bullshit!” The purple-haired black robe persisted for a long time and finally couldn't bear to scold.

The old man also said, "Guardianship of this prison is the duty of our Warden clan and the reason why the master created us. Even if the master abandoned this place, as you said, we will not abandon it! If you don't want to help us, then goodbye! ”

The elderly worshipped the gravedigger and then turned away.

The purple-haired black robe followed closely, and in his view, the elder was simply doing more, begging no one to ask this marginal guy.

The tomb keeper said, “I find your insistence boring, but I appreciate the insistence. ”

He said, stretching out his lazy waist, his skeleton snapped, "I've been here too long, anyway, this broken tablet can't come out of anything, I also want to move. ”

Upon hearing this, the old man paused and turned his head to stare at the tomb keeper, his dull eyes lit up, "Will you help us? ”

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The other side...

Ming Wei, Luo Zheng and others stopped.

A black robe man stood in front of them, next to the black robe man, a butterfly of blue dancing around the black robe man.

These butterflies are unusually beautiful, but they contain deadly energy.

“No passage here,” the black robe man said softly.

The voices dropped, on the roofs on both sides of the street, and the figure of the black robe continued to emerge.

Some wild gods and exiles could not bear to take a few steps back, and for the first time they were confronted with a clan of wardens, naturally nervous.