The strongest are eager for "challenges", and the rest are like weeds.

"God of disaster, I have received your strong greed for the star cup."

Okan raised his hammer and hit him with a blow.

As if the space was given "liveness", it began to jump and move.

"I'm waiting for you at the "God Furnace". "

The **** of blacksmithing left with his family.

After a while, Ropey found that his "dream" was forcibly interrupted by a certain powerful force, and the Skywing Species lying on the ground also disappeared one by one.

Without paying attention to these little things, Luo Pei looked up at the direction where the power was coming from, and at the same time he knew that the master of the power was looking at him.

-"God of War" Artesiu.

Are you eager to challenge...

Luo Pei lifted the huge old god's appearance, turned into a human form and stood on the ground, picking up a stone casually.

With his own power, he flicked his fingers lightly, like a meteor flying towards the direction of Artesh's existence.

"Then wait, wait for me to pull you off the throne... When your most desired challenge is standing in front of you, one-on-one, don't refuse to fight because you are timid..."

With a smile at the corner of Rope's mouth, he turned his head to the "Grass Dome Ship" seeded by Mori Jing.

He now finally understands why the "God of Games" Tetu named this world Disbod in the original book.

Like a chessboard, this unpredictable war is the best epitome of the world.

Chaos, disorder, everything can happen.

What a pleasant world...

...

Located above the sky, in the mobile city of the Skywing, Abant Heim, the wings of the God of War are busy.

"Hurry up! Add repair techniques and link them together with mental fantasy!"

In the temple of the God of War, Raphael anxiously directed her sisters to send the Skywing Species who had been transferred back by Arthur into the repairing technique.

At this moment, something penetrated Abant Heim's "small world" barrier, mixed with unknown power, and rushed into the temple of the God of War.

Aiming at Artesiu on the throne.

The speed was so fast that the skywing species hadn't reacted, and that thing arrived in front of Arthus.

"Master Altsiu!"

Raphael's worries are superfluous.

The strong man, God of War simply stretched out his hand and caught the thing.

Altesh opened his palm and looked at the shattered stone. For a long time, there was a happy laughter from the Skywing Species who hadn't heard it for a long time.

"Is this your "challenge book"? Very good! "

The God of War laughed.

"God of disaster, I'm here, I won't escape or hide! Come on, if you have the qualifications to take the title of "strongest", world **** will of course become your thing! Don't let me down, I'm already waiting and I'm getting impatient..."

Raphael has only seen such a monarch once.

That was when Artesh was preparing to conquer the "End Dragon" Khatirem, and after the Lord returned, he fell into a more disappointing stagnation.

——The thinking of God, creation cannot understand.

Raphael adhered to this idea, lowered his head, and continued to deal with the rescued sisters.

Since then, the corners of Altsiu's mouth have been smiling from time to time.

Since then, the honorable name of the gods of disasters, fears, and dreams has been known to all species in this world, and they have been listed as the most dangerous gods by coincidence.

Chapter 23: Creeping Under Disaster

The suffering caused by war is unimaginable.

Even if the races in this world take death and fighting as commonplace, they will inevitably fall into sadness and despair after suffering an unprecedented disaster that almost destroyed the race.

"Hua Guanqing, there are only so many people who survived..."

"Where is the lowest evacuation area?"

"The investigation has been completed."

Xinke Nielbarian was silent, with sadness in his eyes.

In front of her, there are probably less than 20,000 people on board the military "Grass Dome Ship" Mori Jing.

Most of them were civilians or people with no skills. The high-ranking and nobles lived in the upper layers of the lush forest, and they evaporated instantly when Jibril used the "Best Strike". Therefore, the bloodline of those who have the qualifications of the surgeon continues, of course, there is a fault.

This is not a small problem.

The root cause of Mori's ability to stand firm in this frenzied war is the surgeon born within the race. Without the breeding ground for these surgeons, the decline of higher magic civilization can almost be said to be imminent.

But putting aside these future things, Mori Jingzu finally did not embark on the road of complete death.

Standing in front of Xinke Nielbarian, the adjutant hesitated and asked again.

"Huaguanqing, at present you and the admiral are the highest commanders of the Mori species. Do you really plan to lead the Mori species to the **** of disaster? Of course I understand your difficulties, but since the emergence of intellectual creatures in this world, until now, No race has ever betrayed its creator. God Kainas..."

"That's not our **** anymore."

The topic switched to the **** of nature, and the sadness in Xinke Nielbarian's eyes disappeared instantly.

It was replaced by firm disgust.

"If the Lord of Disaster chooses to stand on the sidelines in this war, we don't even have the opportunity to stand here and think, and we will be slaughtered one by one by those Skywing species. Do you think Kainas sits by watching the extinction of the forest species? Are gods still worthy of our respect and service?"

"No, I just..."

Sen Jingzhong's adjutant opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Xinke Nielba patted him on the shoulder continuously.

"Get used to the next new life. You and the Admiral of the Wangye Fleet must comfort the people. I am responsible for the Lord of Disaster, and try to get that adult to allow and help us build a new home."