Luo Pei didn't even bother to answer even one question in front of the gods.

If the character and behavior of the "God of Forging" Okan can make him look a little, then the "God of Nature" Caiinas is not even worthy of equal exchanges before the war.

The arrogance engraved in the bones made Rope more murderous.

"Is it... it's another Artisiu, no, it should be said that the "used" Artus..."

Kainas looked at the imposing dark blue demon, and already knew everything.

His eyes turned contempt.

"Attracted by the boring game of fighting, I gave up the right path that I should take the most. Even if I have chosen to blend in with nature, I still want to be my enemy. It seems that I was really underestimated..."

Giving up the fight does not mean that Kainas is a weak existence.

One hundred and sixty-eight layer of magical users, the **** of nature represents the end of magical power in this world.

Even if the Skywing, Vampire, and Goblin species, these races that are good at using magic are bound together, their magical accomplishments cannot reach one-thousandth of Kainas's.

The earth cried.

The forest continues to rise, and emerald green occupies the world.

The mountains are raging, the rivers are raging, the forests are raging—

The reason is just the gently raised arm of Kainas, and the layered surgical structure that surrounds the palm.

"God of disaster, this is my last letter to you. Get out of here..."

Halfway through the conversation, Kainas suddenly widened his eyes, revealing incredible emotions in his eyes.

His chest was penetrated by slender claws, like smashed glass, radial cracks.

The other of the four arms of the Demon God grabbed half of the cheek of the God of Nature, and only the pale face of the mouth came close to Kainas' ears, whispering softly.

"What are you barking at? The battle has already begun, idiot. If you don't take it seriously, you won't even have the chance to resist uselessly..."

The palm with the power of "disaster" squeezed fiercely, and the head of the God of Nature was easily crushed by Luo Pei.

In just a few moments, the green fluorescent fragments fluttered, forming the appearance of Kainas in the sky.

He no longer looked casual, he became more cautious.

Kainas didn't care about the attack just now, but after this time, he immediately realized that the spirit seed in front of him was definitely not the weak type.

With a spirit that smells similar to Artesiu...

So that's it, is this a "disaster".

""Higher 16th Heavy Protection". "

In a few subtle times, the complex technique bloomed, ripples of water surfaced around Kainas.

At the same time, there was almost no sign of surgery.

Kainas aimed the second technique at the dark blue demon on the ground.

""Emerald Thirty-seven Dissociation"! "

Attribute everything to nature.

Blood, bones, elven power, existence... This is a technique mixed with the power of the essence of Kainas, the supreme mystery that ordinary Mori can never touch for a lifetime.

But this is just an appetizer for the **** of nature.

Even though the scattered and re-gathering makes his power incomplete, the nature of this planet is weakening day by day, but Kainas is still the top **** of combat type, and the "God of Forge" Okan is completely different.

The power of the technique erupted, and along the way, no, the earth tens of thousands of kilometers was occupied by surging green, constantly recreating the beautiful scene of this land before the war was raging.

—No hits.

Kainas knew the situation instantly, frowned, and immediately moved from the original space to the sky above.

The spirit began to shine.

"Forest, earth, your enemy is...well!"

Just like the mage’s singing will always be interrupted by strange things, a strong wind hits from the right side before he finishes his words.

-Bang!

The sonic boom shocked the atmosphere.

Although the defense technique perfectly blocked the attack, Kainas could not eliminate the force, and was drawn to the ground by the dark blue tentacles like a ball, splitting the hard rock along the way, and drawing long lines on the ground. Long gully.

During the flight, before the **** of nature adjusted his position in mid-air, the disgusting palm covered his face again.

"I am not interested in coming here step by step with you."

Rope spit out a white misty gas, pressing Kainas' face to the ground.

"So, stop playing these nauseating tricks, give me your full strength from the beginning, and then be penetrated by me in the sorrow..."

-"Sigh of the living."

The splendid pupils of the **** of nature shrank into pinpoints in an instant.

Time paused for a moment.

Then, the glorious light of disaster rose.

The guarded nightmare species jumped into the dream in a panic, avoiding the tyranny of their lord. The unavoidable lower species trembles with fear, praying for the continuation of life in the crypt.

The gray swaying light expanded, squeezing the space, with wild thunder and lightning on the edge.

The stent was broken, the forest disappeared, and it was unable to maintain its shape under the pure disaster. It turned into elementary particles in the atmosphere and returned to the corridor of the elves where everything was born.

There is no transfer of Okan this time.

Half of the southern continent plunged into the ocean, setting off a huge tsunami linking the sky.

Chapter 33 The Flower of Illusion, the Young Cthulhu Who Tramples the Hope of the World

The world is dangerous and frantic.

As long as the existence of living in this world, except those who act recklessly and act as the "source," the other creatures, regardless of the difference in ecological civilization and customs, everyone will think so.

—There is no hope in this world for a long time.