I, the Creator of the Evil God!

Smelting Flame: Devours body and soul to enhance one's own.

And donate a part of the power to the master and become the power of the master.

Note: Food that enters it is only time-reversed or possibly alive.

Nightfall: Forcibly bring the surrounding world into the night and become a god of death.

fire.

Gardner's home, the life harvested in the night will become Gardner's "followers"

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, until the end of the night.

Twisted Wind: The gust of wind will distort the surrounding environment, and all elements related to lights will be under the control of Gardner. The skills of control and damage can be combined with the falling of night to instantly obtain countless low-level followers and harvest the life of weak monsters. .

The essence of non-undead: the life characteristics of the undead plus the transformation of flames, Gardner has a hidden form - the flame ring of death. Dedication score: perfect! Looking at the brand-new monster, Lu Yu sighed: "So many monsters of the eternal blazing sun level. Follower, finally there is a monster that can easily clear the field, and I feel a little embarrassed that Altaïr has to clear the field with an assassin every time."

As the introduction said, Twisted Wind itself is a strangulation with control ability: skills, when night falls, you instantly have an "army"

, and then use the smelting flame to swallow it all up, it can be said that these monsters are completely used, and there will be no more of the original kind... waste will happen.

Of course, in terms of skills, the smelting flame and non-undead essence were simply abandoned by Lu Yu, which was really useless.

The skill of non-undead essence must be understandable. Lu Yu has no interest in turning into a ring or some other things.

Unless after waiting for so many years, I have no idea about becoming a human or a "master"

If you lose interest, you will become a "sword in the stone"

The same existence is waiting for the warriors. So far, Lu Yu has no idea of ​​becoming a salted fish.

As for the skill of smelting flame, Lu Yu felt that the system should give a premise, such as a note of "Death.

Fire Gardner unique skills"

What, because, this thing needs special organs! Lu Yu glanced at his chest, it is obvious that he is not an undead creature wrapped in flames with bones, but a pure human being. It is impossible to use this kind of skill. This is unique to the race, and there is nothing I can do about it.

What's more, I have to dedicate a part of my energy to the master, who the master of my own system would be unreasonable! Therefore, the two skills are really useless to me, if not because of the nightfall and the twisted wind If you are strong enough, you may be really at a loss.

"However, these two skills are enough to recover the losses. I am looking forward to the next journey to the ruins."

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Chapter [-]: The stars of the old gods, the kingdom of gods of all things!

Like an alchemy tool, [Dedication] was worn on Lu Yu's index finger. It looked a little evil, and only a really powerful monster could feel it. This cold aura was not emitted by Lu Yu, but a ring.

Still heading towards the old god himself, although the explosion did indeed turn the Jedi Gobi Desert into a terrifying place, even if some people say that this is a sea of ​​fire, or even a mountain of flames, it is estimated that some people will believe it.

However, even so, the ruins were not damaged in any way.

As for why, of course, it’s because the Scorpion King Feaso didn’t have the guts to attack them. After all, as long as the monsters in the ruins devote their lives to their gods, they can gain a certain amount of power. Maybe there are really a few of them. The hidden eternal blazing sun, but it has been unknown for a long time.

This kind of conjecture was not made by Lu Yu, it was the Scorpion King Feosuo, and it was because of this idea that it was not arranged there. in danger.

So now that Lu Yu's search for this relic has become extremely simple, as long as the place that has not been damaged is the location of the relic, this is simply too easy.

On the other hand, the entrance to the ruins.

A gigantic lizard man sat on the stone, tasted the smell of the spring water, closed his eyes, and sighed: "The catastrophe of extinction is finally coming to us, the star of the gods has dimmed, the star of death is shining, we It's already dying."

It was talking to itself, but no one of its kind was listening to it, only mocking.

"Our great prophet has started again. The countdown has started ten days ago. Why is the death omen on again? The death omen is a light bulb. It's quite bright, and you can see it in the daytime."

"Hahaha, so people are prophets, and we are ordinary lizardmen. Sooner or later, dried lizards will become gods. Maybe they can be used for making wine like dried geckos!"

"Come on, the death omens of our gods twinkle every day, I'm afraid it's not winking"

"Oh, God is also good at this mouth"

"Who isn't"

The young lizardmen didn't take it seriously. As always, there was no sense of danger coming when he punched, and he could even talk about some desert-colored jokes to ease his inner irritability.

If these are beneficial to the physical and mental health of young people, they will relax quickly, and there is a little excitement in their smiles. After returning, they can imagine and try their ancestral craftsmanship.

The old lizard man with red eyes looked at the

The arrogant little guy sighed: "You don't have to believe it, but before the patriarch comes back, this place is under my control, let all the clansmen escape, I will stop him here."

"I said, sir, you should rest, the old man. The patriarch's order before he left was: You can't let anyone come in, even if you endure it with your life, you have to wait until the day it comes back."

The young lizardman had disdain written all over his face.

You can't completely blame them. Others' prophets can give some solutions. Only their prophets sing bad things every day, not only themselves, but also their race and their gods.

Often on the lips.

It's like saying, "You bastard failed the exam"

As annoying as your teacher, you can't scold or beat you and listen to bad words, you can only use "gags"

The way to resist one or two, although everyone knows it is useless.

But now they are not afraid, this matter was ordered by the patriarch first, just like the dean of the school ordered "Don't drag the hall"