The goblins drove the steel battleship across the sky, and the metal-scented round missiles planted mushrooms on the ground. Mori's spirits developed magic and art styles to embellish death with splendor. From time to time, there are fantasy species of behemoths passing by, coupled with a group of lunatic killing angels, the living conditions in this world are almost to the extreme.

However, none of the above incidents is as harmful as another terrible disaster.

No, or the humble microbes living in the lower strata dare not even think about it.

Because once this disaster occurs, the best case will be the destruction of a continent, and the worst case will change the planet's geomorphic environment... it is not impossible.

And buried under this simple word is the extreme coldness, the disappearance of countless lives.

——The battle between the spirit species of the gods and the spirit species of gods.

Obtaining life from the soul, is born to be the darling of the Elf Corridor, the gods who dominate the planet.

The existence of this group at the apex of the life sequence is highly respected, and the root cause of respect is nothing more than their inability to resist and pure violence.

Just like the current disaster body and the **** of nature.

"The sigh of the living" did not show mercy.

With full force, the southern continent was shattered by Rope like glass.

Levitating high in the air, watching the constantly disintegrating earth under the six-legged tentacles and the tsunami rising from far away, covering the world, the dark blue demon **** stretched out a hand and scratched his chin.

It seems... overdoing it?

I really don't like it, this kind of role that destroys everything with pure violence...Obviously, his identity should be more elegant, like a behind-the-scenes, the boss of the finale...

But I don't bother to care so much.

The opponent of the God of Disaster is indeed a guy worthy of such violence.

"God of Nature" Kainas.

The direction of the spiritual vision changed, not too far away, about one kilometer away. The emerald light flickered, and under that light there was a handsome man in vestment curling up in pain.

"One hundred and sixty-eight layers of art... is that what you are talking about? It is not the same as the secret technique, and Xinke's eight layers of art are not of the same magnitude. The source reveals the feeling of Hongda... Is that the **** of magic? ."

One hundred and sixty-eight God’s realm spells are unfolded, and each of them contains 168 high-level spells. By analogy, the terrifying number is superimposed, and the aggregate of his disasters "the sigh of the living." "Later decomposition, spatial refraction, distortion, invalidation, compression, transfer...

In the end, Kainas who acted in this way could survive the nearly zero-range attack.

But it was also seriously injured.

Luo Pei could feel that the spirit of "nature" that had just been glued together, the force representing vitality and vitality, was rapidly fading.

Cainas is not Artesiu.

Even if it wasn't such an incomplete posture, with the original noble and elegant itself, there was an insurmountable abyss between him and the God of War.

Otherwise, he wouldn't want to let his creations and spirits to hold the Holy Grail for him.

——If you want to dominate, can you fight the strongest God of War?

Cainas didn't do this. Instead, he chose to "integrate into nature" to find other opportunities. The reason was that he knew that he would definitely lose in the battle with Artesiu.

"You are almost... exactly the same as the former Altsiu... you are also a god, but you look down on us. Even if you have the power to end the war, you will not move at all in the later stage. If you don't fight yourself, you will be responsible for capturing the star cup. Give yourself feathers..."

Kainas stared at Rope, emerald-colored cracks all over his body, and his voice was clearly transmitted even if he was a kilometer away.

At first, it was only a description of the power of the **** of disaster, but later it became a slander on Arthus.

Obviously dissatisfied-or not reconciled.

"How can the weak understand the thinking of the strong."

In contrast, Rope's tone was much more plain.

"A guy like you, can you think of how I will attack next, and how will I pull you apart? This is the so-called "initiative", something the weak can never control. "

This sentence is simply too poisonous.

Especially for the upper-level gods like Kainas--

Humiliation came to mind, but the **** of nature could not refute the words of the **** of disaster.

Because he really didn't know.

What kind of power the opponent holds, how many times the attack can be used just now, where is the upper limit, and the odds of victory in this battle are all unknown.

This made Kainas plunged into a little incompetent rage.

But at any rate, it is the spirit species of God, whether it is power or body, even the heart is different from other species. This slight anger was thrown into the corner by Kainas in the blink of an eye.

The infinite technique unfolds behind the **** of nature.

Like the stars in the Milky Way, it is dominated by Kainas, floating.

Once the gods and spirit species really start fighting, there is no strategy of reconciliation or temporary retreat. The quintessence is locked to each other, and the first confrontation will inevitably become the last. So even if Kainas is seriously injured now, he can't make a decision to temporarily leave for training.

The **** of disaster will not allow it.

——"One hundred and sixty-eight layers of art. Full attack unfolds"

The ground disintegrating and sinking under the feet of the **** of nature, in which the sea water emerging from the abyss is boiling.

In this world, the source of magic is elves.

When Kainas abandons fancy knitting and demonstrates power in the most primitive and pure way, the power contained in it is probably no worse than the "Void Zero Protection" made by using the fantasy species "Central Core", or Said completely above.

Speechless and cold.

Like the signal of another war, Rope gently moved the six-legged dark blue tentacles of his fixed space.

Kainas' pupils shrank lightly, and the emerald cracks on his body were astonishingly bright as if something was about to run out of his body.

Starting with this, the magical formations around the God of Nature began to have a clustering effect.

Pieces of space are shattered, and there is no time for self-regeneration.

In the void, there are "flowers" blooming.

When the creatures think of nature, the first thing they think of is definitely not the clusters of tall trees. It was once seen everywhere, and now this apocalyptic scene is still struggling to survive in the cracks of the rock.

Luxurious, beautiful, clean in the dirt.

The essence of Cainas is "nature", so "flower" has always been his most important symbol.

The same is true for the attack at the moment.