National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 3389 Poverty

Kingdom of God.

The Temple of Judgment.

The atmosphere in the empty hall was cold and solemn.

Vera and two other survivors knelt in the center of the hall, their heads bowed low, unable to look directly ahead.

Beneath the towering dome, a dozen blurry figures sat atop an obsidian throne.

"Vera."

A voice descended from above, devoid of any emotion, causing Vera and the other two to tremble involuntarily.

"The Holy Spirit Church world is one of our most important subordinate channels, and it has been destroyed just like that."

“Eugene, and another member of the clan, are also dead.”

"I need an explanation."

Vera took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Elder, we encountered Ymir's Black Mist Game and the Seeds of Ouroboros. They attempted to seize control of the Underworld. We thwarted their plot, regained control of the Underworld, and protected the Underworld's seal from damage..."

"Enough! The Grand Elder didn't tell you to say these things!" another Inquisition elder rudely interrupted Vera. "You have utterly disgraced the race of gods!"

The main hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

"Third Elder, please calm down. The Seed of Ouroboros, Ymir's Black Mist Game, and the Shadow God... I have some recollection of these."

An elder lightly traced a finger through the air, and a light screen projection appeared in the center of the temple.

“I remember Hughes also reported on this person. Vera, take a closer look, is it him?”

Vera looked up at the face in the projection, her expression changed slightly, and then she lowered her head again. "Yes, elders, this person is the Shadow God."

"Fang Heng! It's him again!"

Another hot-tempered elder on the right slammed his fist heavily on the armrest, causing the entire temple to tremble violently.

"This person caused great chaos in the Seven Realms Martial Capital not long ago, and this time he even slaughtered our people. He deserves to die!"

The killing of one's own kind is the ultimate humiliation for the race of gods.

"All quiet."

The Grand Elder, seated in the very center, interrupted the discussion, paused, and continued, "It has now been confirmed that this matter is related to Ymir's Black Mist Game."

Upon hearing about the Black Mist Game, the expressions of the members of the God Clan varied.

"Elder, this human named Fang Heng is very likely to be Ymir's successor. His actions are eroding our foundation. If we let him continue, the entire race of gods will be in great danger."

"We must completely resolve this problem."

"However, Fang Heng is a very cunning person and is difficult to track down."

Another elder glanced at the three kneeling Vera below and continued, "After the Seven Realms Martial Capital incident, we sent people to ambush in the Seven Realms Martial Capital and used the power of the clans to spread the news and hold another summoning ceremony to attract Fang Heng to appear. However, he seemed to have sensed the danger and did not appear. Unexpectedly, he appeared in the Holy Spirit Church this time."

A moment of silence fell over everyone again.

Once the race of gods leaves the Kingdom of Gods, their power will be greatly weakened.

Furthermore, as the time spent abroad gradually increases, their strength will gradually weaken.

Sending them to the lower realm to find Fang Heng would be very troublesome.

The best approach is to set a trap.

Beside the main hall, a servant of the divine race nodded and said, "Elder, the clan requested an exchange two days ago, saying that they have found a way to deal with Fang Heng, and they are still waiting for our response."

The elder gave a soft "hmm" and gently lifted his finger.

A curtain of light appeared in the center of the main hall.

After the light screen flickered a few times, the figure of a servant of the clan appeared.

"Great Lord, your humble servant pays you the highest respect."

The clan envoy knelt on the ground, his posture extremely humble.

"Tell me about your plan."

"Yes, Great Ruler."

The envoy of the clan dared not raise his head and hurriedly said, "In accordance with your orders, we have been tracing the source of the Black Mist Game. We have traced it to a world called Blue Star. All indications suggest that Blue Star has been infected by the Black Mist Game."

“We have reason to believe that Fang Heng originated from Earth, which is the source of all chaos. Instead of hunting Fang Heng down in various worlds or setting traps to wait for him, we should take the initiative to strike.”

The clan envoy raised his head, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Attack where they must defend, and we should be able to attract Fang Heng's attention. If he doesn't show up, then we can cut off their supply line. As long as the source world is destroyed, the Black Mist Game will also be affected."

The Grand Elder of the God Clan stroked the obsidian armrest and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that Blue Star is too far from the Seven Realms Martial Capital, and it is also within the range of the Black Mist Game? Our strength will be greatly weakened."

"Leave everything to us. The God Clan only needs to send a small team to deal with Fang Heng when the time comes." The clan envoy knelt down again. "The clan is willing to be the vanguard and help the ruler completely wipe out the entire Blue Star."

"Oh? The clan is so confident?"

“We wish to use an item,” the clan envoy said, looking up. “We need the Eye of Hell.”

……

three days later.

Endless sky.

Vast stretches of fragmented island continents float in the void.

Twisted spatial currents are emerging between the gray, floating continents.

In the center of a relatively intact floating island, dozens of believers dressed in tattered black robes were kneeling devoutly on the ground, chanting obscure prayers in a low voice around an altar built from the skeleton of a huge creature.

"Great God of Shadows, your followers welcome your arrival."

As the chanting began, the magic circle inscribed in the center of the altar slowly lit up.

Dark energy fluctuations gradually gathered at the center of the magic circle.

"Kakaka..."

An unstable spatial rift tore open in mid-air at the center of the magic circle.

From the crevice, Zain was the first to stagger and fall out, followed by Fang Heng and Xia Xi.

Seeing that the summoning was successful, the believers knelt down in worship.

"Welcome, God of Shadows!"

Zane raised his hand slightly. "Rise, my believer."

Fang Heng stood aside, looking around at the endless void.

In terms of environment, it's somewhat similar to a divine realm.

The endless sky is more like a post-apocalyptic universe, with fragments of land suspended in space.

Very weird.

The concept of planetary bodies doesn't seem to exist in this world.

At first glance, the land he was on was a fragmented landscape of ruins and rubble, with no trace of any advanced civilization in sight.

"Zane, is this your territory? Isn't it a bit shabby?"

“Brother Fang Heng, it’s easy for you to talk when you’re not in my shoes. I’ve been locked up for so long, and it’s already quite good that I still have a few devoted followers.”

Zain spread his hands with a wry smile.

His life as an alternate version of himself was truly miserable.

But what can he do?

If your body is completely destroyed, you'd better keep your tail between your legs and behave yourself.

"It's okay, it will be alright."

Fang Heng shrugged and looked at Xia Xi beside him.

"Ah."

Xia Xi nodded gently, walked to an open space to the side, squatted down, and placed her hands on the ground. (End of this chapter)