Bain's laughter made Milkor, the god of the dead, feel uncomfortable. It sucked its red nose and said impatiently:

"At this time, why do you contact me?

"Wait! Behind you is Mistera! You actually caught the magic goddess?

"Idiot! What did you do to catch her? Do you know how many mischiefs there are behind this magic bitch? Our troubles are already big enough now!"

But Bain smiled dismissively:

"Don't be so anxious. When we steal the stone slab of fate, aren't we already an alliance? Shouldn't we give more patience in the face of the allies? Oh, I forgot to introduce that Misterla is now our new allies, although she doesn't seem to be very happy."

"Just a temporary alliance."

Milkor corrected it, and then said a little discouraged: "And haven't we failed? Look at what the hell we have become now! Below the gods and not the humans, we are now complete monsters!"

Bain looked at the disheartened and embarrassed look in the stinking ditch, and secretly contemptuous, but he had to pull the other party onto his warship.

Because his next plan must be to use the power of being the God of the Dead. Otherwise, once the new underworld arrives, he will work hard for a long time, and the biggest beneficiary will become this mouse who does nothing!

So Bann instructed:

"It is also just a temporary failure. Are there enough failures we encountered on the road to seeking God?

"Are you really willing to stay trapped in this mouse forever?

"Don't forget that we are gods, and we should have the power we are born with,'

"Milcou, think about why we had to take the Destiny Stone plate!"

Milkor instinctively scratched his funny mouse face with his hind legs, causing Bain to almost laugh again.

The God of the Dead, who was still scared, looked as sad and ridiculous as humans usually scratched itch.

The God of Dispute sighed at his thought and continued:

"We steal slabs because we always believe that Io uses them as a medium to draw power and control the world, and without them, He will never be able to interfere with our plans further."

Milkor said with regret, "We believe so firmly, and we did it stupidly."

They did successfully steal the stone slab, but after studying for so many years, they had a sad discovery that they could not directly obtain substantial power from it.

"But we have at least half of the bet right, right? The silver dragon has also proved that these three stone slabs are the keys to correct rules and manage this world!"

Bann shouted: "Watch your peanut-sized mind, if that's not the case, why didn't Io take the slab back directly? Even at this time, he didn't even show his face!

"I'm still confused about this."

Milkor seemed to have noticed his ugly appearance and put the hind paw back calmly, but the tail behind him swayed involuntarily, which meant that he was moved.

Bain smiled and spread his hands:

“Now, no more doubts!

“At least, Io is no longer the insurmountable obstacle before us.

"What we have to do now is the only plan to correct it, and it will be fine if we continue to implement it."

Milkor finally nodded: "Okay, but the problem is that the stone platform connecting the center of the world in the Temple of Gods has been sealed with the void monster, and the damn silver dragon will never sit by and watch us implement another theft plan. Maybe what is waiting there is a fatal trap."

Bain: "I don't need that thing, at least, I don't need it now. I already have another better goal, and what I hold in my hand is the corresponding key."

As he said that, a stone slab with mysterious patterns slowly emerged from Bann's hand.

I don’t know if it was because of the reality of the magic net and the energy reaction that was on the verge of out of control, the stone slab in his hand seemed to be resonating with a mysterious luster.

"Mistra?" Milkau felt a little incredible. He was jealous of Bann's good luck, and he was also secretly guessing what the stone slab in his hand would do.

"It is the magic net that is linked to the essence of her magic. With her power, we can completely lift the limits of the magic net above the ten-ring magic rings. Then, as the God of the Dead, you, you, use the power of the God of Death and the Magic Net to create an unprecedentedly powerful necromancer spell, and turn the intelligent creatures in the entire main material plane into necromancer creatures, and completely incorporate this world into the control of our God of Death!" Ben swears.

"Can this succeed?" Milkor wanted to say, it was a crazy plan.

"Are we any other choice now?" Bain looked at him with a smile.

"Yes, are there any other choices now?" Milkor laughed at himself.

After a moment, the two death gods who had exchanged the details of the implementation came back to the magic goddess who had almost been flooded by the void creature.

"Okay, let her go, and then fulfill our agreement." Bain ordered.

But the greedy void creature turned a blind eye, which made the furious Bain curse the other party madly with the help of the contract. Then the void creature who kept howling in pain reluctantly revealed half of Misterra's figure.

"Bann! You are destined to get nothing!" Mistera, who was already in despair, made his last effort.

"That's not something you need to worry about, my goddess."

Bann, who has been addicted to his ambitions and madness, still cares about the idea of ​​a puppet goddess.

He turned his head slowly, half-incited and half-warned looking at the mouse standing on the back of his hand and asked:

“Are you ready?”

"Get started." Milko took a deep breath and sighed.

So Bain took out the stone slab again, slowly pressed it on Mistera's white forehead, and then said to the void monster behind her:

"I order you! Now! Infuses the power you have drawn into it! Quick!"

I don’t know whether it was because of the feeling of being cursed by the contract again or the fact that it realized the more delicious power behind the other party’s plan, this time, it did as it did.

With the infusion of the magical power that originally belonged to Mistera, the stone slab suddenly lit up dazzling light.

Immediately, Mistera's entire body trembled, and she felt an incredible pain pierce her essential core as a magic goddess. The blood mist sprayed in the air, dyeing the stone slab red, drawing a tiny crimson shining.

Sparks, the goddess of magic finally let out a cry of tragedy:

"ah!!!"

Bang

All beings including Bann, Milkor, the void monster and Mistera seemed to hear a roar that seemed real and illusory.

It is like a huge and sophisticated metal device being activated again after countless years.

At the same time, all of them trembled, as if their heartbeats were stagnant for a moment, and then suddenly realized something was wrong.

Sizzling.

They were like a few ignorant children, holding the nuclear reactor fuel rod in their hands and inserting it into the reactor core that had been overloaded in temperature.

Bain's right hand holding the slab became black in an instant, and then his skin was blooming, but no blood was overflowing.

Milkor's hair was furious all over his body and made a squeaking wailing sound.

The void monster bound the magic goddess also trembled like an electric shock.

The next moment, they felt

An unprecedented violent energy rushed into their fragile mortal bodies from all directions, surging wildly.

At the same time, countless "instructions" that were like alarms and were like errors rushed into their minds, tearing their souls.

With the dazzling light pillars that soared into the sky, they successfully linked the Magic Net and had the power to control the Magic Net.

But they neither have the ability to violently decipher and modify all rules like the Void Star God, nor have they learned how to manipulate and modify the magic network.

"No!!!" Bain and Milkor roared in pain at the same time.

It was not until this moment that they finally realized what a terrible and stupid thing they had finally done.

They did something that was almost the same as Karthas at the time.

They try to use their narrow and shallow cognition to control the great power that does not belong to them at all.

However, the reason why Karthas did that was a desperate move when the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed.

And they are more out of greed for power and power themselves.

It also proves the sentence in the history teaching books of various countries:

"The lessons learned from history are that humans never remember any historical lessons and will only repeat history constantly."

If the Saint Catastrophe did not occur, the Magic Net is still under the control of Mistera, and the Magic Net will at least not be disordered so quickly!

But what Bann chose was to forcefully start this mysterious and terrible thing at a node where the Magic Net was on the verge of collapse.

As a result, an unprecedented disaster occurred.

With the Dragon Ridge Mountains where Bann and the others were, the violent magic power was injected into the magic net through the astral vascular traffic and poured into the main material plane where they were. The energy rose and fell in disorder, turning into thunderstorms, tornadoes, earthquakes, landslides, sea of ​​fire, acid rain, sound waves and other forms that mortals could imagine, rushing and tearing everything apart.

In the north of the mountain range, countless figures were sucked like clouds by the sudden tornado, and then turned into coke by the violent thunderstorm in the clouds, mixed with acid rain and fell to the ground.

In the plains south of the mountain range, the valley coalition forces that were launching a full charge towards Santiel Fort suddenly staggered, and then looked at the northern mountains that suddenly became the eye of the destruction storm.

Click.

As the earth suddenly cracked, countless soldiers from both sides of the enemy and us fell towards the crack that was invisible and suddenly closed like breathing.

Faced with this sudden natural disaster, Ilminster, several magical daughters and many mages, even though they tried their best, they still could not save more people. Moreover, they found that the probability of magic twisting was higher.

"What the hell happened! Madam!"

Ilminster looked at the Dragon Ridge Mountains, and was in a dilemma with despair and pain. Finally, he looked at the sisters who were equally helpless and gritted his teeth:

"You lead the army to retreat, I'll go find the lady! Something must have happened to Him!"
To be continued...