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Chapter 1357 Betting on the Legs in the New World
Blaze felt that he was quite stupid with his mouth. Compared with the stranger's witty remarks, his words could cause more harm than physical harm. He was probably just a person who could only speak in plain language, but sometimes plain language seemed to have a better effect.

The smoke mirror stopped moving. He looked back again and saw that the smoke mirror was still standing there. Fortunately, he had leveled the ground.

"Are you going to go?"

"..."

Smoke Mirror was silent for a moment, then staggered over, supporting himself on his prosthetic limb.

Her silence was like a happy fat cat that was poured with a bucket of water, with all its hair drooping down, revealing its skinny and disabled body.

Although she followed, there was no sound.

In this case, it would be better if they just started chatting noisily. Blaze had to take the initiative to find topics to talk about. Considering that Smoke Mirror would definitely be his enemy, he might as well just treat it as spying.

After all, although Smoke Mirror talked about everything else about the gods, he never mentioned a word about his own affairs.

"How did you break your leg? Ordinary broken limbs will never appear on a god, unless the broken limb itself is of great significance, or even becomes a part of you."

"…I'm betting this leg on the new world."

"Ahem..." Blaze couldn't help laughing out loud. But he really didn't mean to do that. This line was a catchphrase of strangers.

Strangers often launch suicide attacks while shouting "I'm betting on XX". New World is their favorite word. Of course, the result is often that they bet their enemies' lives on the New World.

The smoke mirror cast a dim gaze, which made Blaze's back feel cold.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at your disability." Blaze touched the back of his head awkwardly.

"...No, I thought you would turn around and make fun of me for not being able to play. After all, I have often made fun of other gods' shortcomings, and I have also laughed at Quetzalcoatl's face. Anyway, I will definitely do this."

"I told you, don't compare me with you."

Smoke Mirror shrugged his shoulders, as if he had shaken his hair dry and made it swell up again. The voice seemed to roll out gently from the depths of his throat, returning to its laziness and playfulness.

"As the name implies, when the first gods were born, the most important thing they had to do was to create the world. There happened to be a monster that was pretty good. Its power was just so-so, but it was very good at hiding. So I used my own legs as bait to fish it out."

"After fishing it up, Quetzalcoatl and I killed the monster. It turned out to be quite large, and we didn't need that much to create the world, so we simply made a few more layers of the world, and ended up making thirteen layers in total."

"Can't you use something else as bait? Do you have to use your own legs?"

"Do you think the monsters born in the first world are fools? They will be hooked by anything. I am the god of temptation. My limbs have a fatal temptation. The monster knows that it will die, but it will still bite cleanly."

Smoke Mirror tapped the ground with his prosthetic limb, his tone full of indifference.

"So I became the first disabled god. The gods started looking at me in strange ways, and I also... well, I can't make it up anymore. No matter what, I can't blame them for my personality problems."

"...What does Quetzalcoatl think of you?" Blaze asked suddenly. This was like an unexpected attack, and Smoke Mirror was caught off guard.

"Why do you want to mention this guy here? That guy..." Smoke Mirror hummed uncomfortably, "He has been nitpicking and criticizing everything since he was born, and he is even more nagging at me from beginning to end, but..."

Smoke Mirror stopped talking here, but even if she didn't say it, Blaze could guess it. If it was the feathered serpent, he would undoubtedly think that the broken leg was beautiful. It was a broken leg dedicated to the birth of a new world. How beautiful the new world is, then how beautiful the broken leg is, but Smoke Mirror couldn't say this casually.

I don’t know if he doesn’t want this to be considered a lie, or if he simply doesn’t want to say it.

No matter what, Smoke Mirror's heart is just like her name, shrouded in a thick layer of smoke. No one can know her true thoughts, perhaps not even herself.

"Ok?"

Blaze moved his ears and heard some movement, which was different from the movement of the sun-eating monster. It was lighter, like the sound of wings flapping.

There are no flying monsters with wings in this dark first world, and the reason is very simple.

The sun scales in the sky are so beautiful and tempting. Instead of waiting for them to fall down on the ground, it is better to fly up and eat them directly.

The result, of course, is that they will be burned to ashes the moment they approach the sun scales. Even so, there will be countless winged monsters that will continue to approach the sun scales and then be burned to ashes.

Over time, there will be no flying creatures in this world. This is an extremely ironic form of "survival of the fittest".

This sound was the first sound of flying that Blaze heard in this world.

"there!"

Blaze immediately sprinted towards the direction of the sound. The moment he started running, Smoke Mirror staggered forward a few steps, transformed into a night leopard in the thick smoke and chased after him.

A strange creature with a half-skeleton female torso and limbs like rock claws appeared in Blaze's sight.

[Star Devil Qiqimitel LV100]

[The demon that hunts the light of the stars, the doomsday meteor that comes from the sky]

This level combined with this introduction seemed a bit pretentious. The lowest level of stars Blaze had seen were all above LV200. Although LV100 broke the limit, that was all.

Even if there are hundreds or thousands of LV100s, it is difficult to defeat a LV200. The number of skills and skill proficiency levels between them are very different.

The sounds of wings gradually became denser, and countless Chichimites appeared behind one Chichimites. In the darkness, they did not seem like pressing dark clouds, but like darkness itself.

The solar scales in the sky began to flicker, and the light emitted by some of the dim solar scales gradually moved towards Qizimiter.

"They are absorbing the power of the sun's scales."

Blaze's expression sank. Qizimitel did nothing. They were like a hole, and the power of the sun scales naturally poured towards them.

Those Qizimitels that absorbed the power of the sun began to change. The skeleton bodies that symbolized death began to revive under the power of the sun, grew muscles and skin, and turned into beautiful demons.

The moment eyeballs grew in their empty eyes, they looked at Blaze on the ground.

The blinding light made them lick their lips.

(End of this chapter)