Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

--boom!

The earth collapsed, and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

With the superior qualities of the gods, Orkan slammed the hammer against the steel wall, conveyed the power of "forging" the essence, and carried out a double cycle of "destruction and repair".

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

It's not a friendly fight, how could the killing battle stop and wait for the enemy to rest as Orkan joked.

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

But it's just a joke, it is very clear that the god of disaster has murderous intentions for himself.

""The Sigh of the Living". "

zero distance.

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

The pale phantom flickered, turning the misfortunes of the world, the curses and resentments of intellectual creatures against "disasters" into pure destructive power.

By the time Orkan saw the walls crack and the light seeps out, it was too late.

The god of blacksmithing held the hammer in front of him, and briefly created more than a hundred layers of elf defense equipment, but it was completely wiped out after the "Sigh of the Living" completely exploded.

The continent is shaking.

From a high altitude, the vast battlefield where the two gods were fighting was like being cut apart by a pale light knife, and the whole was a mess.

"Are you really that level?"

Rope retracted his hand and said lightly.

"Okan, if you don't take it seriously, you'll die in no time."

"Ha ha……"

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

The hammer supports itself from falling, one arm evaporates out of thin air, and the brass gears and parts are rapidly forming "arms" to replace work.

"Even if you say so... the old man has already tried his best... It's really scary, the god of disaster. Is that guy Artixu stronger than you? I may have underestimated him before..."

"Because I haven't fought yet, I can't answer you this question. However, you don't have time to worry about those boring things, do you?"

"Well!"

It is no longer necessary to perceive.

Orkan trembled and looked behind him, the palm of the God of Disaster pressed against its back heart, exuding an ominous twist.

——The power of the "Chaos" divinity that resides in the demigod soul.

"Chaos. Great pollution."

The surface of the giant was dyed black, and the terrifying magic that the Dragon of Death experienced in the previous world erupted on Orkan.

But immediately Rope noticed something was wrong.

There is no "hit" feeling.

Before being swallowed up by the darkness, Orkan turned into a mechanical giant composed of gears.Those parts crumbled and scattered, and the "done" Tiokan, the god of blacksmithing, blocked the terrifying attack.

"Don't underestimate me too much, God of Disaster..."

The real Orkan crawled out of the mound elsewhere, flames burning in his comet-like pupils.

"The old man wants to recast the gods of this world! From the age of long wars to the present, if it could be solved so easily, I would have returned to the elf corridor long ago!"

It's like being dignified by Rope's sarcasm.

Okan also has its own pride.

"You talk a lot."

"This is the old man's kingdom! The forged sanctuary! God of disaster, you have stepped into the old man's territory!"

Orkan slammed down the hammer in his hand.

The completely mechanized earth around it seemed to have received some kind of message, humming, rioting, and piercing towers with strange shapes rose from the ground.

"The death of the giants will not be wasted! Those giants who died under your cruelty will lock in your soul and become a sharp sword that cuts through your soul, forever eliminating the possibility of activation of your soul!"

The mechanical spires adjusted their positions, surrounding the black-haired youth in the middle like the stars and the moon.

The last hammer sounded.

""Sanction of the Earth"! "

It was an elegy after the death of the giants.

Coupled with the turbulent power of the "God of Forging" Okan's "God Furnace", it can be guided and restrained accurately and skillfully, and even if it forms an armament that is extremely terrifying, it is not inferior to the multiple "Bombardment".

Orkan is a god species who uses "foreign objects".

This is the power of "foreign objects".

Unlike Rope, who was "locked in space", Orkan, who was a little further away, left the area before the torrent erupted, and stood in the sky from afar, watching the gorgeous beam of light that was expanding, breaking the earth and reaching the sky.