In the end, the pacifist Muria and the god of whales, the god of arms, and the god of the hundred eyes, put aside all their disputes, and decided to jointly develop the miracle land born from the fusion of these two worlds.

"Let's come down in our true bodies, the rule fusion of these two worlds has been weakened too much to stop us. The evil god, who ignores all life except himself, proposes with a hundred eyes.

"Absolutely not," Muria didn't say a word before the Warrior God immediately objected, and indifferent soul fluctuations came from the mechanical planet that began to gradually repair,

"The four gods have descended into the world, and the slightest carelessness will lead to the collapse of the world, I don't want to be contaminated with the resentment of the world, I am different from you!"

Nothing about goodness, nothing about justice, just for the sake of his own interests, the epic of the Planet of the Navigator refuses to come in the true body, if it is just him who comes as a Buddha-figure alone, then he may try, but with four deities gathered in such a small world, who knows what will happen at that time.

"The Advent Incarnation is enough, and even if there is a conflict over something, it will not have much impact on the world. ”

The Whale God has taken a firm stance against the coming of the True Body, and its reasons are similar to those of the Warrior God, and he does not want to be entangled in the resentment of the world and cut himself off because of this.

"You're all very up-and-coming, unlike me. ”

He was not surprised to see that his proposal had been rejected and the strange-shaped evil god let out a cold laugh, after all, there were no of his fellow disciples here.

It is a matter of course that those who destroy the world will be resented by the world, and if they enjoy the pleasure of devouring the world, they will inevitably bear the corresponding consequences.

Just as most epics can only emerge from the big world, more powerful epics must also obtain resources from the big world to grow and become stronger, and the top and best resources must be produced in the big world.

Of course, it does not mean that evil gods cannot become stronger, it can only be said that they chose the path of destroying the world, but they have narrowed the road of epics, and the probability of achieving eternity is much smaller than that of other epics, which does not matter to most epics.

"Don't look at me, I've already descended the incarnation. When the eyes of the three epics were cast on him, Muria spread his hands and made his position clear.

When the evil god began to mumble "I know", all three epics condensed their own avatars.

The three-headed, eight-armed steel humanoid incarnation sent by the Warrior God, while the Hundred-Eyed Evil God condenses a deformed monster with full eyes, which should be the same style as its main body, if nothing else.

For the epic that the deity represents its own highest combat power, the incarnation they sent out will not be too different from the deity, and it is basically a weakened and reduced version.

It should have been so, but it wasn't until Muria saw the incarnation of the whale god that he couldn't help but look sideways slightly, and then he felt the urge to grill the fish.

Because the clone of this big blue fish is a huge mermaid, and there are countless half-human lifeforms, Muria should not be moved by this, but no matter how the doppelganger condensed by the whale god looks, it is all aimed at him.

The god of water with a fishtail standing in the void, holding a spear made of water condensed in his hand, not slender, but rather a somewhat fat tail flicking in the void.

"What are you imitating me for?"

Muria looked at this epic incarnation that could dominate the ocean with just his strength, and then looked at the god of whales with some inexplicable eyes, and the two epics next to him had already turned their eyes to it.

The embodiment of the condensation of the god of whales, although the lower body is a huge fishtail, or whale tail, but its upper body is eight or nine points similar to Muria, that is, a heroic giant in armor.

"I'm trying to create a whole new kind of family, and this is my first attempt. ”

The god of whales did not deny that the avatar created was an imitation of Muria, because it was, and it was already in trouble in this regard.

So far, it has created hundreds of clans through its own power, but none of them have made it feel satisfied, so it wants to find inspiration in its peers.

"You're just imitating my appearance, what's the use?" Muria shook his head helplessly, this fish imitated him, that is, imitated the shape of an upper body, what is the use of this, the humanoid creature has more than one façade in this void billions of worlds, it is meaningless.

Although the Titan's form is also humanoid in appearance, the internal structure of its body is among humanoid creatures, and it is at the top of the sequence, and the perfection of its body structure is so strong that Muria can't even optimize it.

The Titans that were originally born in chaos may not be perfect, they are just powerful creatures close to the ancient gods, but when the Titans are passed down to this day, the Titan ancestors who followed the path of the ancient gods of the Titans have optimized the bloodline of the Titans to the most perfect point, and there is no way to ascend.

If Muria wants to improve and further strengthen the bloodline of the Titans, then he must have a vision and power that surpasses the epic Titans of the past dynasties, which is almost impossible for him now, and Muria has never thought about this.

And with such a body structure, even if an epic titan of the same level completely copied it just by relying on his short shots, it would be impossible to even think about it, and it would not be able to copy the essence at all.

"Appearance is also important. The god of the whale replied, not hiding his desire for Muria's bloodline, and it had already seen that Muria's origin was somewhat special.

Muria no longer spoke, but quietly watched as the three Epic began to release their dependents after condensing their own incarnations.

He watched as the three massive monster clusters converged in the void, and then rushed into the two worlds below that were merging and converging.

When the legions of the warrior god and the whale god entered the almost invisible barrier where the two worlds merged, the world's defenses did not react, just like he had at the beginning.

But when it was the turn of the Hundred-Eyed Evil God's dependents with a head similar to an eye mask to rush into the world, thunderbolts were born out of thin air in the world barriers, bombarding his dependents' legions, and instantly killing many weak dependents.

However, this level of loss is nothing for the torrent of eyeballs that the evil god poured into the world, although the white-eyed evil god twitched in the void, but in the end he quieted down, because the result did not change, but there were just a few deaths.

......

On the ocean shrouded in a faint gray mist, a ship shrouded in a faint blue light, which looked a little weird, broke through the fog and cleaved the wind and waves on the undulating sea, like a steady steel mountain.

And when this ship sailed, one after another steel ships that were even larger than this followed, completely dissipating the fog that shrouded the sea, and compared to these ships, the most path-finding, ghost-like ships seemed a little small and exquisite.

At this time, above the vast ocean, even if you rise to a height of thousands of meters and look down, your field of vision will be occupied by these ghost ships, large and small, without the slightest life at all.

At this moment, among the largest, island-like ghost flagships, a body of 100 meters high, covered in black was out, holding a scepter surrounded by brilliant elements, making everything around it stand still, and the majesty of hundreds of millions of undead prostrate for it.

"The dependents of the Whale God and the Martial God are forgotten, but the dependents of the evil god must die!"

Like the embodiment of death, the mere aura of emanation was enough to make the withered beings raise their heads, look up at the empty sky, and send out resolute soul fluctuations.

Although he entered the world in order to compete for a divine object that could be second only to the source power, what would the evil god dependents who had become accustomed to destroying the world and improving themselves do when they entered the world was something that they didn't need to think about at all.

Quantitative change is enough to produce qualitative change, an ordinary mortal is nothing to an evil god, but a large-scale blood sacrifice in a city, even a god will be attracted, and the same is true of epics.

A single mortal, or even hundreds of mortals, is nothing, but when the number is measured in billions, everything is different, and the flesh and soul of a hundred million mortal things is enough to change the world, that is, it can also enhance the power of the evil god.

The same is true for Muria's command of the Ghost Fleet to hunt down legendary spirits, whether it is quantitative or qualitative change, when it reaches a certain level, it can enhance the power of the epic.

A large number of mortal things, or transcendent individuals that are strong enough, can be regarded as "strange things" in a sense, and the former is found in every living world.

"My current strength attribute is enough for me to disguise myself as a native of the evil spirit world, although it is a bit far-fetched, but it is reasonable. ”

The incarnation of the god of the underworld, whose mind is in common with Muria's deity, pondered quietly, "But I also need an army of dependents with the power of my deity to cover me against the evil gods. ”

Without alarming the other three epics, it is not very difficult to summon a legion of dependents again, the incarnation of the peak of the legend has already descended here, and the deity is outside the world, as long as a semi-permanent space gate is built enough for the legion to pass through, it is enough.

"The monsters that once slaughtered the creatures of the world, when you were slaughtered, I wonder if your corpses will be able to expand my world further?"

The Titan's avatar raised the scepter in his hand, connecting the incomplete world, and the brilliant elemental light bloomed above the dark ocean.