In the god-making factory of the Sumeru Akademika, the vigorous power of the thunder element escaped towards the surroundings, shaking all the surrounding brackets and debris upside down and flying out, smashing heavily on the surrounding walls.

Some of the surrounding staff died because they couldn't stand such a surging thunder element, and they showed purple spots on their bodies. Even staff members with good physical fitness will faint because they can't breathe under such a surging thunder element.

And at the source of all this is the purple artificial god mecha, and at the head of the mecha, a young man of his own with an unknown liquid pipe stuck in his back is there as if he has lost his life. And these vigorous thunder elements are caused by him.

Gradually, all the thunder elements that escaped dissipated into heaven and earth, and the boy was still hanging in the air by the pipe behind him as if he was dead, and as time passed, the boy still stood still, as if he was drowning in the vigorous sea of thunder elements like those staff.

"Great Sage, the Balladeer-sama has no vital signs. Are we going to end our experiments?" asked a Akademiya reporter respectfully, looking at the report coming back from the Void.

The loss of a person's vital signs does not mean death, and it is still possible to be saved in a short period of time, but if it exceeds a certain amount of time, it is that Da Luo Jinxian is unable to return to heaven when he comes.

And the death of the boy also means that the previous efforts of this god-making project are in vain, and this mecha was designed at the beginning in order to maximize the use of energy, so there is no possibility of designing a replacement. In other words, if the stragglers die, this god-making project can be declared complete.

Hazard did not speak, but observed through the glass cover the young man he had placed his hopes on, and continued to observe the state of the stragglers with a fluke mentality, they had no chance to start over, this time they had to succeed, once they failed, not only this god-making plan, but all the efforts of these generations were in vain.

But as time passed, the boy still showed no signs of waking up, and gradually he lost his patience. Like everyone else, he thinks that the boy is dead, and this time the god-making plan has been abandoned.

"Alas, Ralk ...... him," Hazard sighed, trying to get Ralk to drag the balladeers down.

But at this moment, a bang came from the artificial god mecha, and with it, a majestic demon god power surged out.

Ralk frowned, the pressure taking his breath away.

But unlike him, Hazard was flushed, his eyes were full of surprise, I don't know if it was because he was out of breath or because of something else.

At this time, the young man suddenly raised his head, and there was a void reflection in his eyes.

"Haha!hahahaha

Now he is no longer the sixth seat of the Fatui, the Balladeer, nor the puppet of Thor, Raiden National Collapse, but the secret master of the Seven Leaves Silence.

The Balladeer looked at his hands, he felt the infinite energy swimming in his body, he could already feel the vigorous power of the Demon God in his body, he was already a Demon God, "Hahahahahaha

"Get out of here!" Hazard pushed Ralk away from the one in front of him and ran into the god-making factory in excitement. His eyes were full of joy as he looked at his masterpiece in front of him.

"I succeeded! I did what the great sages wanted to accomplish! I truly made a god!"

"Oh, your success?" the Balladeer's eyes were full of disdain, he didn't take this small human in his eyes at all.

"Every time I succeed, you are the most perfect god I have ever created, and you will be the next god of Sumeru!" the more Azar spoke, the more excited he became, he felt like a creator above the gods, and he could already imagine the scene of beings surrendering to his feet.

"Oh, maybe. The balladeer pulled the brim of his hat down a little to cover his eyes.

"Congratulations to the Great Sage for completing his god-making project!" Ralk trotted to half-kneeling behind Hazard, burying his head low.

"Hahaha! Ralk you are very good, and when our plan is complete, you will be the next great sage. Hazard just glanced at Ralk and laughed, but there was disdain in his eyes. Or rather, contempt for everyone but himself.

"Lord Sage, what are these people doing?" said Ralk, standing up and pointing to the unconscious and completely dead staff.

"They?" Hazard just glanced at the men, his eyes full of disgust, "Deal with them all."

"But not all of them died. "Ralk has some complications in his heart, he is not cold-blooded to that extent.

"Sage Ralk, it's just your delusion, they're all dead in the accident that the god-making plan arose. Hazard looked at Ralk again, "Do you understand?" "

Ming, I understood! I was mistaken, they were all dead." Ralk was so excited that a drop of cold sweat would run down his cheek and fall to the ground and shatter.

The "corpses" were all dragged out to find a place to be burned.

Ralk opened the Void Terminal and gave orders to some of the Akademiya's guards, and soon a dozen unsuspecting soldiers walked in and dragged all the "corpses" out.

"Great Sage, I remember that my student's paper is not finished yet, I'll go back and take a look!" Ralk finished and ran out.

"Oh, won't you deal with him?" the balladeer asked, staring disdainfully at Ralk, who was hurrying away.

"Not for now, he's still useful, and he doesn't look very good!" Hazard shook his head, staring at the direction Ralk had left, as if he were looking at some artwork.

And the artwork is usually immovable.

"Hahahahaha!" the Balladeer laughed, covering his face, "It's ridiculous that you humans don't think!"

"Really?" Hazard was unimpressed, and then looked at the Balladeer with an arc raised on his lips, "Then it's time for you to show off the power of the gods!

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