"Stupid short-sighted beast!" In the middle of a vast kingdom of God, a one-eyed, broad-shouldered, long-bearded human man sat on a throne, dressed in half-length armor and black leather gloves, his hollow eye sockets filled with swirling sparks, covered with a black blindfold, surrounded by a constant storm.

"All day long thinking about the waste of stealing other people's power. "Talos, the Lord of the Storm, did not consciously despise himself as a titular god, and seemed to have forgotten that he had stolen the power of the Winter Maiden, causing the Fury Lord God to turn away from virtue.

"Don't you think about the consequences of attacking the Titans?" Talos looked at all the scenes of the chaotic battlefield on the Senapse subcontinent.

There are his followers involved in this war, so he can see the scene. Well, this believer participated in this war out of his own volition, and had nothing to do with him Talos, and the storm god who had already sensed the movement in the middle of an archipelago somewhere in the world of Erathia thought so.

"It's the first time I've seen a Titan who hasn't yet reached adulthood possess such a number of exclusive weapons. Talos held his chin and muttered, "Because this kid is a half-blood Titan, aren't you afraid to raise this kid if you spoil him so much?"

Although Talos belongs to the evil god of chaos, as a powerful divine power, he can suppress this chaos and not make mistakes at critical times, such as now, he does not have the slightest desire to descend the incarnation.

This bit of source power can make the weak divine power of the hunting god Mara excited, but for him, it is too little, and it is really a price drop to really descend the incarnation to fight.

That's right, that's it, it's definitely not because of the unfounded reasons of being afraid of the Epic Titan, how could he care about the Epic Titan, the Lord of the Storm, one of the most powerful gods in the world of Erathia.

Above the sky, although there are many evil gods who pay attention to this battlefield, most of the gods who really end up are similar to Marat, whipping girls, and the gods of ooze monsters in the group of gods, and belong to the bottom of the god group.

Those truly powerful gods, such as Talos, the god of storms, Bane, the god of tyranny, and Shirek, the god of murder, have no intention of ending up at all, just waiting for the development of subsequent events and becoming a quiet melon-eating god.

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"Roar! "Marat, who had gnawed the legendary sea beast in his hand to the point of only a complete fish bone, roared, and the barbarian possessed by him had been transformed into a completely inhuman form, and had become a strange appearance similar to that between a baboon and a lion and tiger, difficult to describe, but ugly.

"Is the god incarnated!" With the blessing of the power of the dragon king, Muria, who no longer knew how many legendary bloodsheds, looked up at the Marat incarnation who had made all the preparations and swelled to almost the same size as him.

"Can you stop my blade?" Seeing the huge beast that greedily looked at him, Muria also looked at the god of hunting, and he seemed to sense that there was something special in its body that had some attraction to him.

There were no extra words, the two behemoths collided directly together, blood splattered, without the slightest accident, blood splattered, and in one shot, Mara was slashed by Muria, this god at the bottom was reluctant to send his artifact down.

"Dragon King!" Marat glanced at the majestic dragon king phantom behind Muria with some fear, and fought with Muria with greed for the source power, and the wound on its body that was cut open by Muria was slowly healing.

"It's worthy of being the incarnation of the gods, it's really difficult!" Muria frowned slightly, his blade could cut through the body of Marat's avatar, but like a blunt knife cutting through cowhide, each point of slashing required more strength, and he couldn't kill this beast like an ordinary legend.

"Bang!" "Roar!" The sound of the collision of sharp weapons sounded, and Muria and Marat fought fiercely, even with the blessing of the power of the dragon king and the absolute superiority of the weapon, Muria wanted to find that he was still gradually pressed by Marat.

Even if Marat is the lowest in the gods, it is still a god, and countless mortals need to be in awe and look up to the existence, not to mention that the years of its existence are also quite long, and the field involved in the priesthood is also related to hunting and tracking these concepts, this is a god who is very good at fighting.

"There is also the incarnation of the gods. Muria's face, which was already gradually exhausted, sank, and he saw several rays of light falling with the immortal aura of the gods like the guy in front of him, merging into the bodies of some inconspicuous beings on the battlefield, and the aura belonging to the gods spread, the legend retreated, the soul bowed, and the gold prostrate......

"Marat, step down for me! I want this titan!" a brutal voice rang out, with a haughty tone that made people feel uncomfortable listening to it.

"Why? this is my prey!" Marat sneered as she looked at a blue-green woman not far away, with claws on her hands, eyes glistening as pearl-white, and her hair as live seaweed, Amburi, the goddess of the sea, who was the same furious god as Marat, serving the Lord of the Storm.

"I'm better than you!" out of hatred, and out of greed, he lowered the trident in Amberi's raised hand and slashed at Marat's avatar. The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and the situation of the gods who besieged Muria and did it when they met was already a good reflection of the relationship between the two sides.

"This is the material realm, how strong can you be compared to me?" Mara, who had taken over the halberd of the Queen of the Deep Sea with his transformed body, roared fearlessly.

Gods have an upper limit of combat power in the material realm, so in this case, it is not too uncommon for a god with weak divine power to overturn the incarnation of powerful divine power.

"Then I'll show you the gap between you and me. After Ambori swung his trident and sent Muria flying, the goddess, who seemed intent on suppressing her younger brother, fought Marat.

"Giggles, they're all idiots. "A graceful girl, with grayish-white skin and dark red tattoos, appeared in front of Muria, with long black hair falling down to her hips, holding a snake's whip in one hand and covering her mouth with the other, and let out a sickly laugh.

"Get out of the way!" a half-human, half-spider bewitching presence appeared beside the whipping girl. Every god who came down wanted to monopolize the source power of Muria, and no one wanted to share it with other gods.

"Queen Spider, I'm not afraid of you!" The girl with whip marks on her body raised the snake head in her hand and slashed at the incarnation of the spider queen, without fear.