Devil Seeds

In the sky, the scorching sun, which was originally controlled by multiple sun gods and guarded one side, suddenly broke free, and seemed to rise to another dimension in an instant.

Ben was fighting for the authority of the god of death, and many gods who believed in the eternal existence of the god of death felt the changes from the sky one after another.

And then... the gods are crazy.

The road, which had no direction at first, suddenly opened up a bright road in front of their eyes.

Step on this road, and at the end, you will be the god above the gods, the supreme existence of eternal immortality.

The twilight of the gods is not the end of the kingdom of gods and the end of the era of theocracy.

Instead, the gods fade away, and only one God will last forever. He will control everything, and then he will be omniscient and omnipotent.

It was like a violent and reckless man breaking in, overturning all the original cards and throwing them to the ground.

Ke Xiaoliang's violent intervention, although he never made a move himself, leaked his breath and was forced to enter the arena, which fell to the same level as those Jin Xian who had already entered the game.

But it also symbolizes the absolute power of the gods with the magical function of the sun wheel.

The gods could hardly resist such a temptation.

But in this era, mythical civilization is everything.

Either the golden immortals would directly destroy everything in anger, leading to the shattering of the whole world, and the Taiyi Dao Fruit that had not been conceived but only appeared to dissipate.

Either endure it, follow the rules of the game, and continue playing.

The black-hearted old man made a secret move and kicked the ball to Ke Xiaoliang, wanting to test whether Ke Xiaoliang would enter the arena in person.

Ke Xiaoliang turned from defense to offense, and instead returned the ball to all the golden immortals.

Obviously not being coerced.

The Golden Immortals are all wise, with eyes and eyes open to the sky, and it only takes a moment for them to understand the whole story of the sudden change.

On the one hand, they were amazed at Ke Xiaoliang's fierceness, and on the other hand, they were also resentful at the black-hearted old man's lack of restraint. Start over.

At the deepest level of the world, a large amount of information has been exchanged repeatedly in a very short period of time.

Among millions of almost the same exchanges, because of changes in frequency, rhythm, and effects, some kind of deeper level of communication will be produced, conveying not too many but absolutely critical fatal messages.

And on a more shallow level, all the gods are launching their powers, wanting to fly to the shining sun.

The sun hangs high all the time, appearing in another dimension.

In this world, the sun suddenly shines incomparably, but more 'suns' become dim and depressed.

The friction between gods and gods, gods and gods, and civilizations has become more explicit.

The good-hearted monks started to do things under Jinxian's intervention and use.

They came for the plot point.

It didn't take long for rumors to spread.

If you want to enter another dimension and master the authority of the gods, you must first become the master of the earth, sky, and sea.

Coordinate everything and control all spirits.

This rumor is strange and abrupt. Those who are sane should first verify the source of this statement before talking about others.

However, at this time, the 'flaws' of the gods were undoubtedly revealed again.

Although they are gods, they have more abundant desires and greed than ordinary people. Excessive desires often blind their rationality that should be sober.

And when a trend blows.

A small number of rational people will also be coerced passively.

Had to get involved.

The quiet town seems to have been visited by no one for a long time.

In the evening, the sound of iron striking in the blacksmith's shop is like the evening bell.

But today the sound of hoofbeats interrupted the silence.

A middle-aged man with white hair sat on the horseback. His black armor made him look like a reef on the most dangerous coast, hard, tenacious, cold, and hidden murderous intent.

Under his crotch is a black steed, but there are patches of black scales on the horse's ankles. Experts who know the goods can tell at a glance that this should be a demon horse with the blood of a high-ranking monster. It is violent, ferocious, Bloodthirsty and fast as the wind is what it's all about.

But it sat down on the reef-like man, looking docile.

This kind of emotion that shouldn't appear on the descendants of the nightmare is fully revealed from its blood-red eyes.

The sound of hoofbeats was like a knocking brick, knocking on the gate of the whole town.

But this small town is still dead silent, yes dead silent, not silent, because there is no one on the street or in the shops.

It's like a dead city here.

In fact, this is indeed a dead city!

Crazy blacksmith Badr is the only living person in this town. He is the blacksmith of this town, the resident of this town, the mayor of this town, the guard of this town, and everything in this town.

Baldr is certainly no ordinary blacksmith!

He is one of the main gods of the Euclidean civilization, the god of fire and blacksmiths, and also the god of weapons, the god of battle, and the god of destruction.

Baldr, who has a lot of theocratic power, is of course the Euclid civilization, one of the most powerful main gods, second only to Euclid's God King Atuo.

The sound of horseshoes stopped next to this dilapidated blacksmith shop. The middle-aged man with white hair and black armor jumped off the horse and pushed open the door in front of him. A piece of iron, as if the whole spirit has been focused on it.

The white-haired man stood quietly behind him, not making a sound, just watching the old man hammering the iron with the same concentration.

Finally, the old man looked at the iron block under the iron tongs with satisfaction, nodded and put it into the cold water beside him. With a chirping sound, a thick water vapor spread in the air, and the temperature of the whole room seemed to drop a lot.

Only now did he turn his head slowly and saw the white-haired man.

With a few jingling sounds, the iron block that had just been hammered fell to the ground together with the hammer and iron tongs.

Then, like a jade pillar pushed upside down on a golden mountain, this rather burly old man knelt down at the feet of the white-haired man, with excited and trembling hands, he tightly grasped the soil on the ground, and his veins rolled up. exposed under the sleeve.

The white-haired man picked up the iron block that fell on the ground earlier, put it on the table solemnly, and then helped Badr up.

"How long have we not seen each other?"

"Badr?"

Suddenly the old man burst into tears, yes! long time!

Badr immediately got up from the ground, and said to the white-haired man, "Your Majesty! This way, please!"

"Your Majesty?" the white-haired man smiled.

"Yes! Your Majesty! Although the glory of the Kingdom of God is gone, the afterglow still remains. Euclid's crimes will be burned by the flames of anger until all justice is manifested." Badr said with a serious face.

The white-haired man seemed to have thought of something, he laughed at himself and led his hand, "Let's lead the way!"

An ordinary residential house was opened, a very ordinary room, small but warmly furnished, the only regret was that there was no one in it, or no living person, a burly sculpture standing here with a resolute face Three meters away from the door of the room, his eyes stared straight out of the window, as if he was meditating, but more like waiting.

Badr picked up the hammer and slammed it hard on the stone man's chest.

A burst of red light flashed, and the stone man's body began to drop mud in large chunks.

Soon a burly man stood in front of the two of them.

"Captain of the thirteenth squadron of the Eagle Knights, Gu Long pays his respects to His Majesty the Emperor and Lord Badr!" The strong man knelt on the ground in an instant, crossing his chest and said.

The once quiet town was no longer quiet.

Click! Click!

It was as if the sound of ceramics being smashed came out in waves, covering the whole town in the sound of hurried but frequent footsteps.

This small town quickly gathered a killing atmosphere.

The white-haired man looked at the 1,340 people in front of him, and his heart was ups and downs. They were naked, and their original clothes had long been turned into dust following the broken soil. There was a black horse beside them. The mud that has not been completely removed from their bodies is describing the fact that they are sleeping with their owners.

The white-haired man supported the long sword at his waist, and looked at the high-spirited team in front of him. Their naked bodies did not make their stalwart bodies appear insignificant, but showed their high spirits more vividly. .

With a sound of swiping, the white-haired man pulled out the long sword at his waist, pointed in the direction of the Euclid Mountain and shouted loudly: "Warriors! The days of rest are over! You will once again set foot on your own battlefield and take back your Glory! In the name of Oran!"

"In the name of Oran!"

"In the name of Oran!"

"In the name of Oran!"

The knights shouted loudly, as if they were venting their anger that had been dormant for many years.

"Now, in the name of the King of Oran, Hussein Moffat Oran, I bestow upon you and take back your glorious partner!" As he said, Badr, who had been standing beside Hussein, waved his hand, and immediately A large number of black armors that were so dark that they seemed to be able to absorb light, and bright silver swords and spears appeared in front of everyone.

Although all the soldiers lead their equipment in an orderly manner, everyone can feel the enthusiasm in their eyes and the love for the weapons and armor in their hands.

Seeing the satisfied expressions of the soldiers, Hussein also had a smile on his face.

These armors and weapons are the result of Badr's hard work over the years. Every inch of these equipment is the elite iron that has been tempered by him in a thousand ways, and the origin of these resources is thanks to the Euclid civilization.

When the soldiers put on all their equipment, the appearance of the army changed again. If they gave people the feeling of solemnity before, then now they give people the same feeling of thick and sharp, like an extremely solid and extremely sharp soldier. The drill bit can break through any obstacles blocking the way forward.

As if inspired by these soldiers, Hussein swung his long sword and pointed at Euclid Mountain, and said loudly: "Let's go! Oran warriors! Fight! Eagles! Let the enemy stand on your horseshoes!" Wail, let the enemy slump before your swords, and let the whole world resound your marching clarion call!"

Immediately, the whole team was burning with a scorching heat, and this scorching heat gathered into a torrent. More than 1,300 people stepped on their horses in no particular order, held the spears in their hands tightly, and galloped away. , ran towards the direction of Euclid Mountain.