The Endless Shuttle

But there is no way, Okan's spirit determines that his position cannot be the same as that of the macho God of War.

Luo Pei's high-level spiritual vision looked around, and there was no sign of living things as far as he could see. In addition, the three-none girl in the mist turned back because of the shortage of phantom species on the front line, and he was the only figure left in the lava world.

The color of the fire.

After stopping to watch for a while, the God of Disaster did not stay long, and continued on the road after straightening the folds of the windbreaker.

The magma is constantly gathering under the feet of the gods. Rather than saying that Lopez is "walking", it is better to say that the magma is supporting him forward, just like the waves of the sea.

This time, however, the long search was no longer necessary.

It seems that because he was close enough to the central position, the black-haired youth quickly noticed the black figure sitting on the magma in the distance.

A standard image of a big man, but not Okan, the god of forging.

The big man was about two meters tall, with an unshaven beard and messy brown hair on his shoulders. The muscles of his upper body were as terrifying as a pile of mountains. His clear eyes were looking directly at the God of Disaster.

"Giant species?"

Luo Pei was not deceived by the appearance of the big man.

Under the high-level vision, he judged the other party's true racial identity at a glance.

And it is more oppressive than all the giant species that the God of Disaster has seen along the way, including rare species.

"The god species of disaster, fear and dream, meeting for the first time."

The big man speaks a rather ancient language.

"Although it may be offensive to say this when we meet for the first time, I can't let you go any further, so please stop."

"Is Orkan in the direction behind you?"

Rope asked directly.

The big man shook his head and said.

"I won't tell you."

--idiot.

Luo Pei felt speechless, creatures appeared in the empty magma sea to hinder his progress, and he wondered why with his toes.

It seems that the IQ problem of the giant race is indeed not a lie.

"King of the giant race, Hytom of the Silent Mountain, I have heard about you. "Rope moved his neck.

"It is rumored that you are the most favored creation of the "God of Power", and after the "God of Power" fell silent, you inherited most of his power beyond the essence. "

"It is a great honor to be able to enter the eyes of the God of Disaster."

"King of Giants" Hytom responded without saying a word.

"But even so, do you think you can block my way by yourself?"

Even the king of giants is like that after all.

The Deity is absolute, and only other Deities can form a "hostile" and "combat" relationship with the Deity.

The rest are all ants!

"This is my responsibility, God of Disaster." Hightom said, "The children and Boy Ronnie are fighting for a common goal, and I am shouldering the burden of Mr. Okan, who is not good at fighting. Can you come here? It was really unexpected here.”

"Do you think I should be on the front line playing with the Goblins' Marrow Blast? "

Rope asked sarcastically.

The magma put him down smoothly.

"Don't waste my time, fight and fall, my target is not a guy like you, the only one who can be my opponent is "God of Blacksmithing" Okan."

The giant king stood up silently.

He pulled out a one-handed ax with strong Nordic style from behind.

The elves became irritable, the surface of the magma vibrated, and tiny pieces of rock were continuously separated, floating upwards against the law of gravity.

The refraction of light made Hightom look bigger and bigger.

No, not refraction.

The king of giants is indeed growing.

Ten meters, thirty meters, fifty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters——

At a full 120 meters, Hightom stopped growing. But at this time, he was already twice the height of an ordinary giant, covering the sky and the sun. Compared with Luo Pei's human form, it is as small as an ant.

Quite the opposite, though.

It is not Luo Pei who is really small, but the giant in front of him.

"In the world of "No Game, No Life", I was able to play "Attack on Titan". This is the benefit of a multi-ethnic and diverse world..."

Shaking his head, the black-haired youth walked towards Hightom steadily.

Half of his body is changing, turning into the body of a demon god alternately dark blue and crimson. To deal with an opponent like the giant king, it doesn't even need to fully show the terrifying appearance of Luo Pei's demon god.

...

In the distant sky, the huge whale-like phantom species Abant Heim may be flying around.

Among the "small worlds" it carries, in the most magnificent and towering temple, there are Flügel excited.

"It's started, it's started!"

The girl with long spectral hair and cross-patterned pupils looked at the images in the simple observation technique, her eyes widened.

"Master Artoxiu, we spent a hunting team of 100 people but failed to win the head of the Giant King. How long do you think it will take, Lord Rope?"

I didn't ask "can I" because there was no suspense at all.

Jibril never asks mentally retarded questions.

"Ah……"

On the throne, the tall and mighty Artoxio supported his cheek with his right hand, and did not answer the questions of the outsiders.

The so-called giant king is like dust in the eyes of the god of war, and he cannot tell him what is the "strongest" useless thing.