I became the Great Old One

"Although the same thing has happened many times in the past, every time I experience it again, I can feel the same excitement."

In the oval warship of the Fire Spirit, the navigator controlled the huge warship to slowly sink.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the rhythm of his breathing seemed a little hurried because of his excitement. His slightly contracted pupils stared at the simple city in the yellow sand.

What happened next had already been rehearsed in the navigator's mind.

The powerful power of the Fire Spirit was displayed in front of the inferior tribe, and then it was worshipped as a god, and finally the divine punishment was brought down in the desperate eyes of the inferior tribe.

After the war, it was time for the feast to begin.

Devour the enemy's memory, blood, and talent, and transform them into a part of the Fire Spirit civilization.

Similar customs have been repeated countless times in the Fire Spirit Tribe, precisely because they have continuously gained power and experience from the blood of other intelligent races countless times in the past.

Today's Fire Spirit Tribe can develop to the point where it spans the galaxy and can even conquer the gods.

Beep beep!

Accompanied by a buzzing sound.

A clear picture came from the bird divination instrument.

In the city, on a square-like open space, these inferior tribes with tall bodies and hideous appearances seemed to be holding some kind of sacrificial ceremony.

The golden flames burned fiercely in the open space, and the flames could burn on the thin mine planet. It was obvious that this inferior tribe had a strong bloodline talent, just as General Cyrus said.

After realizing this.

The navigator was not afraid, but more excited.

The stronger the power in the bloodline, the sweeter and more delicious the flesh and blood of the prey would be.

"It's a pity that the weak gods you believe in can't provide you with protection. What weapons are you going to use to destroy this small tribe next?" The navigator fell into happy troubles.

He dragged the joystick, and hideous three-dimensional projections appeared on the strong photon screen.

"Adaptive combat robots, macro cannons, virus bombs, ship-borne laser rifles..." Each weapon has amazing lethality, and the aftermath of the explosion alone is enough to easily raze the entire mountain to the ground.

In the countless battles over the past thousand years, these weapons have proved their efficiency with one sublime slaughter after another.

"It's better to use virus bombs. If the prey is too finely ground, it will affect the taste."

The navigator glanced at the photon screen and then selected a suitable weapon.

The lethality of virus bombs is not particularly high among many ship-borne weapons, but the advantage is that the deadly bacteria produced after the explosion of this weapon can cause most carbon-based organisms to fall into neural paralysis, which can fully preserve the taste of the prey. In the Fire Spirit Tribe, some cruel warriors even like to eat the struggling prey alive.

However, most Fire Spirits still think that this is a bit too cruel. Even if it is excellent food, it needs to be simply cooked to fully stimulate the nutrients contained in the prey's blood.

Crack!

After a simple operation, the virus bomb was loaded and ready to be launched at any time.

But at this moment, a series of roaring sounds came from all around the ship, followed by a violent vibration.

The navigator almost fell directly from his workbench onto the iron floor. The roaring sound was buzzing in his head, and the navigator had not figured out what was going on.

He saw a sudden strong light appear in the picture from the bird divination instrument.

In the city, on the square.

The intelligent life that seemed particularly tall among the crowd seemed to be the leader of this simple city.

He raised one hand high, and the flame-like lines spread outward from his body until they enveloped the entire city. Even across the steel battleship, a strong momentum like a volcanic eruption still emanated from him, which set off a huge sense of crisis in the navigator's heart.

The flame condensed in the air and turned into a huge dark red unstable sphere.

The outer coat of the sphere slowly fell off in the high-frequency vibration, exposing the shining core inside.

Boom!

In an instant.

The magnetic field rotated, and the light broke through the border. Even the thunder was attracted by this force.

The beam of light containing destructive power gushed out from Knop's hand, and the dust haze covering the city dissipated instantly, the earth vibrated, and the air was filled with a hot and burnt smell.

"Boom!"

The virus bomb stored in the gun chamber was melted and exploded by the terrifying high temperature before it could be fired.

The high temperature caused by the virus outbreak caused secondary damage to the warship, and the terrible pathogenic bacteria had begun to spread in the lower cabin. Unprecedented violent vibrations came from all around the hull, and thick cracks emerged in the dull and twisted wailing of steel, and hot black smoke filled the air.

"Fuck!"

The navigator covered his head and climbed up from the floor.

His face became a little ugly, but more of it was anger. No matter what, I didn't expect that in the seemingly simple and desolate indigenous tribe, someone could burst out with a powerful lethality comparable to the ship-borne main gun with his flesh.

However, the battle ends here.

The damage caused by the pioneers looked very impressive, but in fact, it was only the outer armor of the warship that was damaged.

The core part of the warship was not damaged in the previous battle, and judging from the picture sent by the auspicious instrument, the native leader was completely exhausted after the attack just now.

He could barely stand on the ground with the help of the attendants beside him. In a short period of time, he would never be able to launch the attack again.

"Damn natives, you have completely angered me!"

The navigator whispered fiercely: "I will punish you with divine punishment and tear you into pieces."

He manipulated the instrument in front of him, and the option of macro cannon appeared on the strong photon screen. After a little while, the navigator pressed the confirmation button. Macro cannon is the most widely used weapon of the fire spirits in interstellar wars. It is low-cost and highly lethal. It can play a stable role under various extreme conditions. Even the lowest-power macro cannon is enough to raze a mountain to the ground with one shot.

The reason for not choosing macro cannon at the beginning was that they were afraid that the temperature of the explosion would directly vaporize the bodies of these natives.

But now it seems that with the strong physical fitness shown by the natives, the lethality of the macro cannon should be able to preserve some corpses and debris. As for the general's subsequent accountability...

Bang!

The door was kicked open by a huge force.

"Stop the attack and evacuate from this planet immediately!" The general's tone was no longer as calm and calm as before, but instead revealed a panic.

"But!" The navigator wanted to struggle for a few words, unwilling to let go of the delicious food.

"No buts, obey orders!"

The general said coldly.

He turned around in a hurry, looking like there was something important that needed to be done immediately.

But just as he left the door of the navigation room, a gray high wall suddenly appeared in the corridor outside the door.

"Found you!" The navigator heard a strange voice.

Although he could not understand the meaning of the voice, the navigator was familiar with the playful emphasis. In the past, when he encountered torturing those prey that could not resist, the navigator also liked to use this tone to torture those poor guys.

And now...

The prey has become the hunter, and the same playful voice echoed in his ears.

The navigator roughly understood why the general's tone was filled with panic.

However, as a professionally trained navigator. His reaction speed and mental quality are excellent. The navigator deftly manipulated the control system to let the spacecraft climb upwards, and then closed the door of the navigation room to block it.

The navigation room is one of the core areas of the warship, and the defense system here is naturally quite in place.

The tungsten steel walls around it are even enough to defend against several rounds of attacks from the macro cannon. He just breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the general to issue the next command and combat plan.

Swish!

But at this moment, the navigator heard a sound like a piece of paper being torn.

Following it was the sound of blood gushing out, and the sound of some heavy objects falling to the ground...The navigator instantly felt like he was being stared at by the evil god lurking in the shadows.

The cold and suffocating fear permeated his heart, so that his muscles all over his body were spasming uncontrollably.

Crack!

The navigator forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart.

He turned his head and looked behind him. The short breaths seemed as long as several centuries.

"Hiss——"

After seeing what happened behind him, the navigator could not help but take a breath.

General Cyrus's tall body had fallen to the ground powerlessly, and hot blood gushed out from the broken neck, forming a rather spectacular pool of blood-red water on the ground.

The head that disappeared from the general's body appeared in the hands of the muscle monster.

The general's eyes were dull, and his mouth was still twitching, as if he had not yet realized the fact that he was dead. The navigator noticed that there was a long spine connected to the general's head, and the wound on his neck was irregularly torn.

"His head was torn off alive..." After realizing this, the navigator's heart became even more terrified.

It takes a very strong force to pull the head off alive through the ceramic steel armor.

What frightened the navigator even more happened later.

Gulp!

Kratos closed his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Kratos opened his eyes again, with a faint dark red light in his pupils.

"Control the warship to descend! Block all weapon systems on the warship!" Kratos spoke, and this time he used the common language of the Fire Spirit Tribe, so the navigator could hear the meaning of his words.

Kratos is a highly qualified new god.

But he is also a powerful and gifted practitioner.

Before falling asleep, Kratos had entered the third level of practice in less than 30 years under the guidance of Achilles.

And he successfully opened up 21 extraordinary organs with different effects in his body.

Among these 21 different extraordinary organs, there is an extraordinary organ called the predator gland, which has the powerful ability to allow Kratos to obtain talents and experience from his own food.

The effect of this talent is somewhat similar to the talents of the Fire Spirits.

However, in comparison, Kratos, as a god, is naturally much more powerful than the fire elves.

Kratos almost completely absorbed General Cyrus's knowledge and fighting skills, and he also had a general understanding of the fire elves tribe.

"Understood!"

The navigator turned around in a hurry, operating the huge warship in a panic.

The moment he saw Kratos just now, he felt that the monster's figure seemed to merge with the general's figure.

...

Boom!

In the sandstorm that rose up, the huge steel warship slowly landed near the city.

After General Cyrus was killed, the remaining fire elves in the warship had lost their will to resist in the continuous attacks, and surrendered voluntarily, and were imprisoned by the dragonborn stationed on the planet Lagnia.

The attack of the fire elves was also beyond the expectations of the dragonborn.

With supplies extremely tight, there were naturally no prisons or other facilities in this Forerunner base, so the fire spirits could only be temporarily imprisoned in some abandoned caves.

After dealing with these important matters, the Forerunner Nop's physical strength was almost restored.

He found Kratos who was visiting and wandering in the fire spirit warship.

"Thanks to your help this time." Nop had a gentle smile on his face, bowed to the giant in front of him and said: "If it weren't for your timely action, Your Majesty Kratos, the consequences would be disastrous."

"Huh?" Looking at the Forerunner in front of him, Kratos seemed a little surprised: "Do you recognize me and remember my name?"

"Of course!"

Nop said with an unchanged smile: "Don't forget, you are also a sage of our Xinhuo Academy. And I have been inspired by the goddess before, and I have seen your phantom in my dreams."

"I see..."

Kratos shook his head, and he could roughly guess that the reason why the goddess asked him to come to the planet Lagnia was to deal with the disaster brought by these fire spirits.

Is everything in your calculations... Kratos thought.

However, he had no complaints. Kratos respected the goddess as he respected his mother, and he was very happy to be able to work for Ergani.

Moreover, the knowledge obtained from the brain of the fire spirit also gave Kratos some new goals and directions.

"Forget it... Let's not say these polite words for now."

Kratos looked at Nop. Academically speaking, Nop was still Kratos' junior. Kratos had been helped by Achilles, and he also had an extra liking for the dragonborn born in the academy.

He thought for a while, and asked with a serious expression: "What are you going to do with these fire spirits?"