Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Rick stood in the center of the entire magic circle. He stared at the great existence in front of him who could easily destroy the entire human race with just one thought, but now has become a bird in a cage with incomparable humiliation. Ridiculous and mocking look.

"You must have never thought that you would have such a miserable day... I didn't think of it either."

"Humanity--!!!"

Following Rick's taunt, the speed at which the ball of light collided with the magic circle suddenly increased by another frequency.

He is so angry that every impact will tear the space around the magic circle into a terrifying black crack, but no matter how angry he is and how hard he hits, the magic circle itself is still safe and sound, running smoothly and smoothly , not even a slight pause.

The god of the forest, also the god of nature and magic, the creator of the elves, Cainas——

"It's a pity, but please sleep here—forever."

Rick aimed at the center of the light sphere and raised his right hand, a small colored sword and a small bright yellow sword emerged from the void, and then disappeared instantly.

At the same time, two subtle sword cries came from the inside of the light sphere, and countless magic ripples echoed on the surface of the light sphere, increasing repeatedly, and finally every fluctuation of the magic light and shadow would cause the entire surrounding space to vibrate.

"Back! Rewind!"

Seeing that the situation was a bit out of control, Rick hurriedly led the others to step back cautiously and distanced himself from the magic circle, and mobilized all the defensive spells loaded in the God Slayer, staring at the light trapped in the magic circle ball.

The next moment, the dazzling pure white light flooded the entire world in sight, and the invisible fluctuations turned into loud roars and strong shocks. Even with the buffer protection of the God Slayer's defensive spell, Rick and others still felt They felt a severe pain that seemed to crush their internal organs along with the vibration and spread throughout their bodies, and their ears were instantly deaf, and they could no longer hear any sound.

When the light faded, the entire dark red sky seemed to be dug out with a spoon, revealing the endless and deep black void behind it. Whether it was the magic circle of sleepy gods or the light ball of the gods, they had completely disappeared at this moment.

Standing quietly in the void, Chen Mo stretched out his hand to pick off the crystal of the essence of Kainas, with a little surprise in his eyes.

The God of Nature and Magic is indeed not an existence comparable to low-level gods such as the God of Suspicion and the God of Forging. Just this crystal, the divine power contained in it must be completely crushed in terms of both quality and quantity. The sum of the previous two.

"You guys did a great job."

Putting away the crystallization of the essence, Chen Mo looked at the dozens of people led by Rick with a little relief, as the minions who replaced him to kill the gods. So far, their performance can be said to be excellent enough to be impeccable up.

However, although they have the power to kill gods under their own gift, they are only the flesh and blood of mortals after all. Continuous high-intensity battles have exhausted them to the extreme both mentally and physically.

Looking at the tiredness on the faces of the people, Chen Mo smiled and said: "Everyone go to rest first, Rick, you too."

"My lord, let's go first."

Hearing that Chen Mo asked him to rest, Rick did not try to be brave. He was indeed exhausted, not only from fighting, but also from the mental stimulation brought by killing God. Now he needs to take a good rest to relieve his tension. Extreme nerves.

Dozens of god-killing soldiers fled the sky with light blue wings, and Chen Mo did not stay here for a long time. He lowered his head expressionlessly and looked down at the elf capital that had been completely reduced to a purgatory on earth. His eyes were cold. But there was no mercy, and then he took a step forward, and the figure disappeared directly into the void.

The weak eat the strong.

This is the main theme of the whole world right now.

The elves ranked seventh in the race rank sequence are undoubtedly members of the strong, so they naturally enjoy all the privileges of being strong, but when the positions of the strong and weak are reversed one day Of course, as the weak, they can't complain about the bullying of the strong.

And Chen Mo is far from having the leeway to pity other people.

Just as if he didn't show mercy to the Ex-Machinas or the Goblins, he certainly wouldn't show mercy to the Elves, who were more prosperous and powerful than the Ex-Machinas and the Goblins.

On the top of the mountain, Chen Mo kept tapping.

Around him, the light of mind glowed like a blazing oven, and the power of [Annihilation] condensed into a small black hammer, jingling a piece of light green crystal.

As the essence of the edge of the higher authority, the crystallization of the essence of Cainas is very hard, harder than the essence of the God of Suspicion and the God of Forging, and the sword of the heart alone is not enough to cut it. So it can only be forged in a more orthodox way.

The tinkling knocking sound is crisp and soft, very pleasing to the ear, and there will be bursts of graceful harmony from time to time. The moving sound can fully demonstrate the level and value of this divine essence crystal.

Chen Mo beat the crystals into the shape of the sword embryo patiently with hammer after hammer. As the number of beatings increases, ripples that cater to magic will appear in the sword embryo from time to time, and the clear sword sound spreads far and wide throughout the entire area. Dark red sky.

When the last hammer fell, Chen Mo waved his hand, and a clear spring formed by blue fireworks immediately condensed in the midair. The sword embryo was quenched with this, and the spring water quickly fell into it, leaving a blue light shadow on the crystal clear green blade. .

"Good sword!"

Looking at the long sword that he personally forged with divine power and authority, Chen Mo praised it with a joyful smile.

When he picked up the hilt, the sound of the system prompt also confirmed his praise.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the sword of spirit (blue)"

"Rated 96 (out of 100)"

"The [Black Swordsman] talent [Sword Bone] trigger condition has not been met"

96...

Looking at the score of this sword of essence, Chen Mo threw it away, and the other two swords of essence flew out, and the whole mountain was illuminated with colorful, yellow, and cyan lights.

The score of the sword forged with the essence of the God of Doubt is 91 points, and the score of the God of Forging is 93 points.

"It's still not as good as you, Yuuki..."

Letting the three veritable magical weapons float in the air, Chen Mo grabbed them casually, and a little bit of starlight gathered from the air, and gradually condensed into a three-finger-wide single-handed double-edged straight sword in his hand.

The whole body of the sword presents a translucent glazed texture. From the end of the hilt to the top, there is the deepest and clearest crystal. The dark purple light spots continue to scatter into the void along the way, and the blade is covered with delicate and delicate patterns like flower tendrils. The whole long sword is slowly drifting sporadic pieces of light with deadly beauty.

Chen Mo silently raised the sword of heart to his eyes, staring at the purple sword edge full of memories of the past and the girl's deep nostalgia.

The jumping sword light reflected his face flickeringly, just like the ups and downs of his heart, the swordsman girl who used to hold the sword like a shooting star quietly reappeared in his heart.

She is courageous and simple. Although she is only a young girl, she has a strong will that many adults can't compare to. Even in the last second of her life, she still left him with a pretty smile.

Thousands of years later, the sword is still there, but the people of Dansi have already passed away.

Staring at the blade, Chen Mo seemed to see that pair of amethyst-like pupils squinting at him with a bright and attached smile.