The Endless Shuttle

--boom!

The earth collapsed and smoke was everywhere.

Relying on the superior qualities of the gods, Okan slams the hammer against the steel wall, conveying the power of "forging" the spirit, and carrying out the double cycle of "destroy and repair".

On the other side of the wall, Rope pierced his right arm deeply into the steel, his expression all indifferent.

It's not a friendly fight, how could the killing battle stop waiting for the enemy to rest like Okan's jokes.

"It doesn't seem to work..." Okan said regretfully.

But it was just a joke, it was clear that the **** of disaster had a killing intent on itself.

""Sigh of the living." "

Zero distance.

In other words, only a dozen meters away, the black-haired youth used the violent manifestation of the essence of his "disaster".

The pale phantom light swayed, turning the misfortune of the world, the curse and resentment of "disasters" by intellectual creatures into pure destructive power.

When Okan saw the wall cracking and the light oozing out, it was too late.

The **** of blacksmithing put the hammer horizontally in front of him, and briefly created more than a hundred layers of elven defensive devices, but it was completely wiped out after the "Sigh of the Living" burst completely.

The continent is shaking.

Seen from a high altitude, the vast battlefield where the two gods and spirits are fighting is like being cut apart by a pale white light knife, and the whole is in a mess.

"Are you really at this level?"

Luo Pei retracted his hand and said lightly.

"Okan, if you don't take it seriously, you will die soon."

"Ha ha……"

After the light dissipated, it was a giant who was injured and shed bright blood.

The hammer supported itself not to fall, one arm evaporates out of thin air, and the brass gears and parts are rapidly forming an "arm" to replace work.

"Even if you say that... The old man is already doing his best... It's terrible, God of Disaster. Is that guy Artesh stronger than you like this? You might have underestimated him before..."

"Because I haven't fought, I can't answer you this question. But you don't have time to take care of those boring things, do you?"

"Well!"

There is no need to perceive it anymore.

Okan tremblingly looked behind him, the palm of the **** of disaster pressed on its back heart, exuding an unknown twist.

——The power from the "chaos" divinity lodged in the soul of the demigod.

"Chaos. Great pollution."

The surface of the giant was blackened, and the terrifying magic that the dragon of death experienced in the last world exploded on Okan.

But immediately Rope noticed something was wrong.

There is no feeling of "hit".

Before being swallowed by the darkness, Okan turned into a mechanical giant made up of gears. Those parts collapsed and scattered, and the "clone" of the **** of forging, Tiokan blocked the terrible attack.

"Don't underestimate me, the **** of disaster..."

The real Okan crawled out from another mound in embarrassment, with flames burning in his comet-like eyes.

"The old man is going to recast the gods of this world! From the time of the long war to the present, if it could be solved so simply, he would have returned to the Elf Corridor long ago!"

It's as if the dignity will be damaged by Rope's sarcasm.

Okan also has the pride that belongs to it.

"You have a lot of nonsense."

"This is the old man's kingdom! Forged temple! God of disaster, you have stepped into the old man's territory!"

Okan slammed the hammer in his hand.

The ground that was completely mechanized around it seemed to have received some kind of message, buzzing, rioting, and rising up into sharp towers of weird shapes.

"The death of giant species will not be wasted! Those giants who die under your cruelty will lock your soul with their lives, and become a sword that cuts off your soul, eliminating the possibility of your soul being activated forever!"

The mechanical spires adjusted their positions, enclosing the black-haired youth in the middle like the stars arched over the moon.

The last hammer sounded.

""Sanctions of the Earth"! "

That is the elegy after the death of the giants.

Coupled with the turbulent power of the "God of Forging" Okan's "God Furnace", precise and ingenious guidance and restraint, even if the formation of an extremely terrifying weapon is not lost to the plural "Marrow Explosion".

Okan is a spirit seed that draws on "foreign objects."

This is the power of "foreign objects".

Unlike Rope, who was "locked in space," Okan, who was a little farther away, left the area before the torrent erupted, standing far away in the sky watching the expanding beam of light that collapsing the earth and leading to the sky.

Half of the second continent is falling apart.

The sky was ripped apart by the elves violently, and the beam of light was like a long sword stuck upside down on the ground, straight into the void of the universe.

If the "Marrow Explosion" of the little ghosts is used together here, it will be more secure...

Okan thought nervously.

But it also knew that Ronnie's judgment was correct. According to common sense, the probability of the God of Disaster appearing on the front line is definitely countless times higher than the current situation.

The battle between the gods and spirits was only an accident.

"However, even so, such an exaggerated condensed attack is unlikely to survive..."

This method of sacrificing the giants, Okan originally wanted to leave it to Arthur.

But in order to survive from the radical and brutal **** of disaster, it had to be taken out in advance.

The fire-haired giant avoids being accidentally injured by his own attack, has raised the distance, and is about to leave the atmosphere protected by the planet.