I am a god in another world

"If you want to change your job to a warlock, you can choose the second one. If you don't have this intention, the third one is the most suitable for you." Gavin gave his own opinion.

"Oh?" The Pixie girl suddenly said, "Does the psychic also choose the second one?"

"Psion?" Gavin felt his heart skip a beat. This young girl in love would not be influenced by him. She really wanted to go the path of a psychic, right?

Her face did not change at all, and she calmly replied: "For a psychic, I still choose the third one. Psychics rely on intelligence to make a living, and charm does not play a big role."

"Okay."

The Pixie girl's body bloomed with a brighter light, and the butterfly wings as thin as cicada wings became more colorful. Her appearance also showed a slight adjustment. Her face was still round and small, but her eyes seemed bigger and watery, which made people feel love at first sight.

Nicole did not suddenly become extremely sexy and enchanting, but further strengthened her original cute style and brought her characteristics to the extreme.

Charm is never a simple one.

If the Pixie girl really became as charming and seductive as a water fairy, her charm would be greatly reduced.

Everyone present hurriedly shifted their gazes, as they did not want to be blinded accidentally.

…

In Longxiang's dream, the souls of the abandoned giants were destroyed one after another.

New changes occurred in the abandoned giant's lair.

One of the deformed dark altars was the first to make a crackling sound, and the core part of the altar, the skeleton of the abandoned giant, twisted and shattered.

The black mist tentacles dancing wildly on the tree roots completely lost their restraints at this moment, and collapsed with a bang, turning into countless black mists, dancing freely in the air.

Some were entangled by the waving black mist tentacles on the other two tree roots and dragged over.

More of them let out bursts of shrill wails and launched indiscriminate attacks on the surrounding creatures.

The deformed creatures entangled by these black mists twisted wildly and fled everywhere, but they could not get rid of the entanglement of the black mist.

This is not just black fog, there are twisted wronged souls in it, and each group of black fog is a strange and deformed ghost.

These deformed ghosts hate and despise all living beings, especially these dark slaves. It was they who sent them to the deformed dark altar and into endless despair.

They want these dark slaves to taste the pain and despair they have endured.

The deformed ghosts go in and out of the bodies of those dark slaves, forcibly pulling their deformed souls out of their bodies.

Several more powerful deformed ghosts rushed towards the nearest waste giant with great momentum.

"Just you?! You were servants in life, and you can only be servants after death."

The waste giant who was targeted shouted angrily, fearless at all, and stared at him with two evil eyes, one big and one small.

The evil light emanating from the giant evil eye was like substance.

The deformed ghost who was targeted was like being repeatedly kneaded by an invisible big hand, and then violently crushed.

Even the ghosts in the black fog turned into nothingness on the spot.

These deformed ghosts were born from the twisted power of the waste giants, and they naturally had no power to resist them.

Other deformed ghosts, as if they recalled the fear that once dominated their bodies and souls, screamed and fled in all directions.

Several of them were trembling, curled up in the shadows, and dared not move. Their timid and cowardly appearance was exactly the same as those dark slaves. They were obviously frightened and ready to obey the control and enslavement of those waste giants.

Those waste giants didn't care about these deformed ghosts. They were quietly moving their steps, as far away from Prince Elton as possible. In their eyes, this was the most dangerous and terrifying existence here, at this moment.

"How is it possible? How could this happen?" The Prince of the Wasted Giants looked at the collapsed deformed dark altar and muttered to himself in disbelief, "The Great Shaman personally predicted that in the near future, the Dragon Tree will wither and die, and we can take the opportunity to corrupt it and turn it into our most powerful war tool. The Spring Bud Forest will fall, and the Summer King's Court will tremble.

When the sky is torn apart and the earth collapses, we will become the common masters of the ground and the underground, our borders will be extremely vast, and our reputation will be unmatched!

The Great Shaman's prophecy is absolutely correct. Who can tell me why this corrupted altar collapsed? Why is this foolproof mission on the verge of failure? Is the Great Shaman's prophecy wrong? Or are we, the executors, too incompetent? Ah?"

In the end, Prince Elton had turned into a hysterical roar, his evil eyes wide open, looking around, as if he wanted to find answers from the faces of those waste giants and slaves, or vent his anger.

The most frequent fall was on the necromancer shaman Felix.

At this moment, Felix was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the underground river, and failed again. The Celtic soul summoned back and failed again.

How could this be possible?

They had only sent him in for a short two minutes.

After discovering that the corrupt black tide had become more serious, he immediately tried to summon him back to obtain first-hand information.

But the Celtic soul did not respond to his call at all.

He could feel the Celtic soul, but it did not respond to him.

Did something unexpected happen inside?

Felix took a long breath and tried to calm down. It was useless to think about these things. He had to summon Celtvin no matter what.

If he couldn't summon him out, he was afraid that Prince Eric would send him in to check the situation in person.

The necromancer shaman began to chant and cast spells meticulously. Through the thread between Celtvin's body and soul, he sensed Celtvin's soul and reconnected with him. This time, he had to bring his soul out no matter what, even if it meant using coercive measures to permanently damage the other party's soul consciousness.

As long as they could bring out the information they needed, Prince Elton would understand and not care about minor accidental injuries and losses.

Where's the soul?

Where's Celtvin's soul?

What made the necromancer shaman's liver tremble was that he searched along the soul thread for a long time, but the other end was empty.

The soul was gone, what could he use to pull him back?

Even if the great shaman came in person, he would have no way to deal with this situation. Only those alien gods could do it.

Felix opened his eyes again and found a giant eye close at hand.

A strong stench hit him, just like the smell of a dry manure pit that had not been cleaned for three years. It was the smell that Prince Eric sprayed out of his mouth.

The burning, stinking breath, as well as the anger contained in it, almost suffocated the necromancer.

"Where is Celtwen? Where is Celtwen?" Prince Elton's angry roar, like a thunder, exploded directly in the necromancer's ears, almost deafening him.

Felix gritted his teeth and answered dryly: "Celtven is dead!"

"Dead? Of course I know he is dead. Your mission is to revive him. I wanted him dead before, but now I want him alive. I need the information from his mouth. Without information, all the altars will collapse. At that time, not only will he die, but the death of all of us present will become the nutrients of corruption!"

"Celtven is completely dead. His soul has disappeared and cannot be resurrected. He has power and is attacking the corrupt souls. This is the core pillar of our corruption. When these corrupt souls are purified and eliminated, our corruption will fail." Although Celtven died, he did not die in vain. At least he gave the necromancer shaman Felix enough inspiration to let him find the root of the problem.

"Since there are enemies attacking, find them and destroy them." The face of the waste giant prince was hideous, and his fierce eyes began to look around again.

Kaka! Kaka!

The second and third deformed dark altars simultaneously heard the sound of bones breaking, telling Prince Elton that they were on the verge of collapse.

"Go in, all of you, go in, find the enemies, and destroy them. I will revive you, otherwise you will all die, all of you will die!" The already anxious Prince of the Waste Giant swung his super-large battle axe heavily, showing that if anyone dared to take another step back, he would be chopped off first.

These Waste Giants obviously didn't have the courage to escape. Not to mention whether Elton would chase them afterwards, even if they ran back to the Black Mirror Kingdom, without the leadership of Prince Elton, they would be executed as traitors, and their fate would be even more tragic.

They didn't dare or want to enter the corrupted state.

Because who knows what is waiting for them inside, and most importantly, Elton's character is really not very good, who knows whether he will really revive them or treat them as permanent corrupt materials.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The cracking sound became more and more urgent, like a death clock beating non-stop.

A Cyclops was the first to be unable to bear the pressure and took the lead to walk towards the deformed dark altar that was closer.

Those waste giants still had a choice, but these servant races had no choice at all.

When the remaining two deformed dark altars were broken, it would also be the time of their death, and their flesh, bones and souls would become the materials for building new altars.

Now that they took the initiative to go there, there was at least a glimmer of hope for resurrection, which was much better than having no hope at all.

As soon as the Cyclops approached, the black mist tentacles could not wait to wrap up and directly dragged his soul into the tide of corruption.

The effect was immediate. With the strong soul support, the shattering of the deformed dark altar stopped immediately.

With this Cyclops taking the lead, three or four Cyclops came out one after another and were wrapped in.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want to wait until I do it myself?" The Prince of the Wasted Giants stared coldly at the waste giants, exuding strong dissatisfaction.

The combat power of these few cyclops is only equal to that of the three waste giants, which is far from enough, far from enough.

Under the strong pressure from Elton, those waste giants are not allowed to enter the corruption tide.

With the combined strength of everyone, no matter what situation they face, they have a chance to fight.

With the addition of a large number of waste giants, the corruption tide has become a real rising tide. Those black mist tentacles have directly turned into black mist flames, burning and wrapping the remaining two roots of the dragon tree.

As for the broken corruption altar, it needs to be repaired before it can be used again.

...

"Monsters are spawning?"

Faced with the large number of cyclops and waste giants rushing towards him, Gavin screamed and teleported back to the safe area with the Dragon Oak team.

The Cyclops and the Waste Giant were left roaring in anger, but they could not find any enemies. They had no place to vent their anger, so they could only smash the air around them.

The entire Dragon Oak Dream was shaken, and even the Dragon Oak team who had just returned to the safe area could clearly feel it.