Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

boom - boom -

The tide of divine power is rushing and rising, and every ups and downs will shake the surrounding void into ripples like circles.

After a while, Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly comfortably, and moaned in a soothing low voice.

At the beginning of devouring, it is like a drop of water falling into the ocean. Although the drop of water is composed of hard steel, compared with the boundless and vast ocean, there will always be a sense of powerlessness.

But as the engulfment progressed, more and more alien divine powers were transformed into original divine powers, and this process was still rising rapidly at a square rate. In the end, all the boundless oceans turned into a raging torrential river, and steel waves Each flower has the terrifying power of a thousand-meter huge wave, and the compressed power is even derived from the concept of nothingness, pressing the surrounding space into black cracks that cannot be overwhelmed.

Chen Mo exhaled lightly, the invisible air flow sliced ​​through the air like a blade, making sharp metal-scratching sounds along the way, cutting the continuous mountain range at the end of the horizon in half in the blink of an eye.

The God of Suspicion has accumulated hundreds of millions of years of divine power since its birth, and now all of it has been made into a wedding dress for him. Although the level of divine power brewed by low-level authority is far from enough to meet his needs, under the quantitative change driven by the qualitative change, it is still It added to him out of thin air the share of divine power that could only be accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.

Hundreds of thousands of years may seem a little small at first glance, especially compared to the gods in this world whose time is often counted in millions or tens of millions of years, it seems small and pitiful.

But you must know that it has only been a few months since Chen Mo was officially promoted to the ancient god of the original force, and the hundreds of thousands of years of divine power have been transformed into a new one for him.

Staring at the mountain range at the end of the horizon that was directly cut in half by his unintentional breath, Chen Mo's gaze sank slightly, and he began to compare in his mind the time when he first came to Disbod six thousand years later, and met in the deep space of the universe. The group of ancient gods.

With just one thought, Beng Xing can span dozens of light-years, and Beng Xing is like a joke... Thinking about it this way, it seems that my current level is still not enough for the truly powerful gods?

Not to mention the fierce and powerful king of the gods, the creator of the Flügel, Artosh, the god of war, who was the most famous in the entire age of Gods War.

The essence of being in charge of [The Strongest] and [War], it is definitely one of the higher functions without thinking about it.

It can even be second to none even among high-ranking authorities.

The issue of authority is easy to say, after all, Chen Mo also has the high authority of [Fighting] and [Annihilation], but Artoxiu's divine power is definitely not in the same dimension as him.

Hundreds of thousands of years of divine power...?

After staring for a while, Chen Mo looked away from the ruins of the mountains at the end of the horizon, and the tide of divine power surging in his body gradually converged back to the core of the ancient god of origin, and fell silent again.

Not enough... This bit of divine power is far from enough.

Around Chen Mo, dozens of human beings headed by Rick manipulated the God Slayer Soldiers to float quietly.

Light blue spirit skeletons spewed out from the magic spells around them continuously, and the excess magic diffused light stretched towards the sky behind them like elytra.

Beautiful, moving, wings of light that bring equal destruction and death to the Deities...

The Ex-Machinas on the ground looked up at this scene with blank expressions.

From Chen Mo's first chuckle, to dozens of dark flashes full of destructive will suddenly lit up in mid-air, and to the moment when the God of Suspicion fell, it took only ten seconds.

Died... the god who created the Ex-Machina, the god of doubt... died...?

The moment the light blue spirit skeleton passed by, Einzixi, the fully connected conductor, suddenly shuddered, then he lowered his head deeply, and let out a mournful roar that did not resemble a human voice.

At the same time, in the common thinking circuit of Ex-Machina species, hundreds of chaotic signals from despair to collapse have been transmitted in an instant.

Chen Mo silently overlooked all this.

He could see the souls desperately breathing like drowned people among the ashes of the ashes falling from the sky, and he could also hear the hysterical cries of pain from each soul.

At the moment when thousands of mourning voices gathered together, even Chen Mo, the instigator, couldn't help but feel an unspeakable wave in his heart.

It was he who brought the "heart" and the "soul" to these Ex-Machinas who had no emotion at all and never knew what "sorrow" was, and now, he personally gave this heart a little bit. crushed.

cruel...

Of course, this is an extremely cruel behavior. Just teaching others hope, the next second will drive them into the abyss of despair, telling others the meaning of existence, and then completely depriving them of this meaning immediately.

Even Chen Mo himself has to admit that he is a complete bad guy, doing more cruel things than many notorious villains, and he has no repentance at all.

Because he cannot repent.

This was the path that had been decided long ago—the path that had been decided since the first time he and Tetu met.

At the same time, this is also the punishment for his final move.

Being thrown into this war-ridden world six thousand years ago, and deprived of all rights to kill, the cards in his hand are already so stinky, if he doesn't add more chips for himself, then he might as well just give up this right now. The game is easier.

On the ground, amidst the wailing and howling, Shubi raised his head with a dazed expression, and looked at the god standing quietly in midair with a somewhat confused gaze.

Chen Mo caught the eyes of the Ex-Machina girl.

Sorrow, pain, despair—and inquiry, doubt, hesitation.

He didn't give any explanation, but just glanced coldly at the despairing Ex-Machinas, then with a flash, he turned around and disappeared into the sky with dozens of God Slayers who spread their wings.

In this planned god-killing battle, as the perpetrator, any explanation is superfluous.

Chen Mo, who has already sat on both ends of the chess game against Tetu, for him, there are only two ways left in front of him-either win or lose.

Chen Mo didn't want to lose, so he had no choice.

As for the chess pieces on the chessboard, the Ex-Machinas don't have to choose either.

this is the truth.

Brutal, cold, merciless reality.

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[-] meters deep underground.

Dozens of bright yellow magic circles broke away from the top soil.