"This is the second time I have met with you. Your rumors continue to spread from the mouths of those little ghosts to my ears. You are more like a "God of War" than Arthus, and continue to provoke battles between gods and spirit species. , Ambitious, I have never seen such a radical god. "

The fact is also true.

Take a look at what the gods and spirits who participated in the war were doing before.

The strongest God of War, should have urged the war's Alter to fix his day nest in the temple and get moldy. The master of the forest, the manifestation of nature, Kainas intends to be in harmony with nature, and he just mentions anything hegemony in the world right, whatever love is. The **** of blacksmithing has been hitting the iron in his hometown, and stays true to the furnace of the gods.

All disputes are caused by their subordinate races, and the gods themselves show no signs of excessive concern.

But when the **** of disaster came out, everything was different.

It is like a bloodthirsty lion, first killing the **** of nature Kainas, then destroying the fantasy species "Devil" with "creation authority", and then swiftly aiming at Okan.

All this happened in only a hundred years!

This is a terrible number, and the life span of the gods does not exist, just like a short moment. But the God of Disaster completed the crazy slaughter in this instant, and brought many powerful races into the hands of the world.

The most radical kind of god, Rope deserves it!

"Now you see it, Okan."

Rope's appearance gradually changed.

Thirty meters high, the appearance of the terrifying demon **** in dark blue appeared in the world intact.

"I will use my method to win victory-the meaning of the **** of disaster, isn't it to bring disaster to the world?"

The **** smell in the second half of the sentence is so strong that it makes people vomiting.

The cruelty that would not hesitate to trample on the bones of all non-subjects left Okan silent.

After a long time, he said.

"A **** like you, maybe shouldn't appear..."

Okan's body was shining with the awe-inspiring spirit.

The effect of mechanization is like a plague that infects the surroundings. Without Okan’s hands, a variety of elves-driven, intricate and complex God’s domain spirit outfits appear next to the God of Blacksmithing.

"My little ghosts kept persuading me to stay in the sacred furnace, and they came to help me win. I know they are for my own good, and I am an old guy who knows that it is unlikely that the frontal battle will be yours. opponent……"

Okan raised his head, his eyes resembling a burning comet.

"But after all, the winning rate is not zero. The hammer can forge hard minerals and smash the ambitions of some guys! What's more, the **** of disaster, you have insulted my dignity!"

"I look forward to how you will regain your dignity."

The faceless devil made a sneer.

The surrounding air was squeezed and disappeared by the invisible pressure, and the magma cooled down and no longer spit out bubbles.

The solidified atmosphere is suffocating.

This will be the first time Okan, the "God of Forging", has personally attacked in thousands of years!

The opponent is the realization of the concept of "terror" itself-the spirit seed that devours the gods!

Since the fall of Kainas, the battle of the gods is about to break out again!

Chapter 77: The sanctions of the earth, the ending cannot be changed

When the humble people recognize their own insignificance and the grandeur of nature, starting from sticks and stones, "tools" are born in the world.

Stoneware, bronze, iron...

Planing the ground with your hands will hurt you, so you have a hoe. If you can't catch fish in the water, you have to be hungry, and there are weaving and netting. Wild beasts threaten lives, and there are weapons to protect themselves in the first place.

Intellectual creatures in any world, when they are innately unable to possess strong powers, will choose to make up for their own race's defects from the "outside".

Continuously, continuously, from the beginning to the end of history, the lower creatures will always repeat the process of making inventions.

Until it was a desperate time, I stood shoulder to shoulder with God.

This is the advancement of technology, and this is the brilliance of "forging."

Okan's individual strength is very weak, not contempt, but it is indeed weak and outrageous.

Only the "flame" in its spirit can bring about the violent spirits of the gods, and other methods may be inferior to a fantasy species, standing at the bottom of the spirits of the gods.

The strength is not as great as that of the giant species, and the skin is not as tough as the dragon essence, and the destructive power released by the elves can only match the skywing species.

But as the main **** of "forging" and the father of universal machinery, Okan also has its own uniqueness, just like those intellectual races who have chosen to supplement from the outside.

Hammer beats, "forging" the essence of any material that is simple, even ordinary soil, gives spirituality, turning it into a sophisticated machine.

That machine became Okan's weapon and armor again, just like its dependent goblin species, fighting with its only advantage and occupying a place in the entire world.

Rough elven cannons fired neatly, densely packed into thousands.

Burning air, penetrating the clouds, and being intercepted by the dark blue demon's space, Okan just stood in place and repeated the action of wielding the hammer, and exaggerated weapons were continuously produced around it.

The fiery giant has a tired face.

It is not an easy job to continuously create a spiritual outfit that "makes the **** of disaster troublesome"...

"Annoying flies."

Rope temporarily lifted the demonization and moved in the sky with a more sensitive humanoid posture.

Avoiding the attack of the rays of light, a long spear etched with strange lines flew in the distance, giving no breathing room.

——Boom!

Just like a martial arts **** who has become a saint, at the moment of contact with the spear, Rope stretched out his right hand to catch the steel spear that did not match his body shape, turned around and unloaded his strength and swept away the remaining attacks neatly and cleanly. Kan's spear threw it back in his hand.

Perhaps now he is walking further and further on the road, but Luo Pei, the martial arts skill, has not been thrown behind his head.

The sound of piercing the atmosphere came.

The terrible power of the God of Disaster accelerated the spear to several times the speed of sound, and in a blink of an eye it came to Okan, blocked by the rising double steel barrier.

The storm blew the hair of the black-haired youth, and his azure blue eyes looked down at the flame giant on the ground.

"Woo..."

Black smoke spouted from Okan's mouth.

"Can you...give me a break?"