Chapter 76: Forging vs. Disaster, the showdown between the gods and spirits begins

The goblin species suffered a lot of trouble on the front line, but that level is obviously impossible to compare with the power of the **** of forging.

The eruption of the "God Fire Furnace" does not seem to have such a wide range, it is more like gathering the scorching heat of the center of the planet together, melting all existence.

This kind of attack is even more terrifying than the "bad world of fusion" of the fantasy kind.

After all, "Small World" has the word "small" no matter how it is said, but "Shenhuo" is a concept that truly belongs to the planet, a prerequisite for "forging" the spirit.

Hundreds of thousands of pillars of flame pierced towards the sky, forming a terrifying fire wave.

Luo Pei was squeezed in the middle of this fire wave, and even with all the powers and powers of "fire fighting" and "eating fire," he couldn't help feeling a little bit uncomfortable.

He watched as his white skin was burnt black and re-growth under the terrifying regenerative ability. After several repetitions, not only did he not exit the range of the fire wave, but instead moved toward the more terrifying heat.

"Compared with the evil flames of the "Burner", your flames seem to be inadequate, Okan... But you can do this step if you are not good at fighting, it is already considered good. "

The **** of disaster sneered, swimming in the attack of a **** spirit, like a fish that naturally drinkers of flames.

It seems that the God of Blacksmithing also realized that this could not help Rope, and the Pillar of Fire changed the way of the explosion.

The surrounding aftermath was calm, replaced by a sudden increase in Rope's pressure.

Ding, ding, ding.

It's like an illusion, and it's as if it's really coming into the ear.

The sound of gold and iron striking is like a giant beast dancing with a hammer in anger, using the individual "God of Disaster" as its material, and beating it into what it wants.

The true function of "forging" the essence has come.

In the burning and regeneration, Rope felt the weakness of his body.

It is impossible for Okan to "forge" a **** spirit seed, it does not have the qualifications, but if it weakens the same **** spirit seed to a certain extent, it is like giving the enemy a negative buff, the old man who forged thousands of years. It is still possible to work hard.

But after all, Rope is not an ordinary god.

He is the **** of disasters, fears and dreams. The level of violence of his spirit is second only to the straightforward "war". The word "disaster" has always been accompanied by bad luck and death since its appearance. Therefore, Rope is also the best at using force. One of the gods.

Not only that, his other identity, a mysterious and terrifying Cthulhu demigod, the filthy and bright soul of his soul is far beyond the imagination of the life in this world. A mere Okan, let alone this kind of remote operation, it is not enough for him to actually appear in front of Rope.

Not as good as the weak Kainas.

The power of the "disaster" spirit surrounded Luo Pei, violently shattering Okan's "forging" in an instant, and even suppressing the burning of the "sacred furnace".

"Are you angry?"

Rope looked in a certain direction, more like talking to himself than asking.

"Angry, I killed your subordinates, the king of giants who served you for thousands of years? Or is it angry that I trampled on your desire engraved in the soul?"

"..."

There was no answer, but the **** of disaster knew that Okan was listening.

Luo Pei's right hand condensed a pale and wailing light gun, and with only a light swing, he cut off the pillar of fire that connected the sky, and smoothed several large mountains with one shot. Not to mention the tens of thousands of square meters of land was forcibly wiped out.

The annoying sound of forging disappeared.

"Don't be too arrogant, Okan, you don't deserve to be angry." Rope said.

"You and I are the gods who participated in the war. The war is to choose the only victor, and the loser needs to bear the consequences he deserves. If you still have a trace of dominance, then appear in front of me, Swing your hammer over!"

"As long as one of you and me loses, won't those boring lower-level wars be exempted?"

Purely radical method.

The strength gap lies here, and if Okan dares to come out, then he really has a brain problem.

The **** of forging did not appear in the sight of the **** of disaster.

The "God Furnace" no longer vented the heat, and the earth calmed down again. It's just that the contaminated land was restored to the appearance of a "magma sea" by Okan, with ore floating in it, like a demonstration against Lope.

"Ah……"

The black-haired youth shook his head and laughed.

"The **** of forging who used Altsius's power to restrain me and laughed loudly that day seems to have fear in the real battle of life and death..."

Everyone says that everything has a tipping point.

Just as a wooden barrel overflows with too much water, anger is the same principle.

Accompanied by fire, just like Ketugya, even if Okan is sensible and capable of judgment, his temper cannot be much better.

Rope's last words became the last straw to crush the camel.

Buzzing!

The hum of metal and wind.

Luo Pei disappeared from the spot instantly and reappeared at a position less than 30 meters away. From his side, a huge and terrifying hammer flew past, not much smaller than the giant king's weapon.

The hammer lost its propulsion and fell to the ground, immediately forming the conditions for "forging", turning that area into a wonderfully crafted look made of gears and metal.

Boom, boom.

In the distance, a fiery giant with a beard wandered on the ground, taking a step of several hundred meters, his appearance was gloomy as water, and contained obvious anger towards the black-haired youth.

The hammer disappeared and returned to the hands of Okan the "God of Forging".

"Just now, I thought you would continue to hide in the hole like a mouse, relying on the copper and iron walls you made to bring a little sense of security."

Rope looked at Okan calmly.

"It seems that you are still a qualified spirit seed after all."

The dignity of the higher species, especially the spirit species of gods, is something that is above life.

Perhaps the low-lying low-level species feel that there is nothing, but the spirit seed of the gods can reach the point of giving up their lives for dignity, for glory and faith.

In the ancient times, many gods and spirit species were defeated in fighting with each other in this way.

"The God of Disaster..."

Okan spoke.

Contrary to his countenance, the voice of the forging **** is considered steady.