Chapter Twenty-Eight: The God of War, the God of the Moon, and the Reincarnation

Closing the door, Leo looked at the girl in front of him, and a few flashes of light flashed in his eyes from time to time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info It's like he's planning something.

Of course, even though Leo thought that he was acting extremely obscurely, with the witch's fourth-order perception ability, he still didn't miss every trace of brilliance in his pupils. But she didn't take the initiative to say it, but quietly waited for the other party to take the initiative to speak.

This is also because she already has some guesses about the other party's ongoing plans.

In this world, the life of the human race is extremely miserable. The cause of this misery is that they have no power.

As the only race born from nature, the human race is not favored by this planet. They don't have the physical strength to go beyond physical limits, and they can't perform magicβ€”not even the elves. Such them, naturally, are undoubtedly the weakest race.

In this endless war, all they can do is hide like rats.

And the only way to change this dilemma is to become stronger. So strong that other races don't dare to attack themselves!

But no matter how much they exercise, humans can't get the same physical fitness as the orcs. The inability to sense the elves directly cut off the possibility of becoming a magic user like the Mori Essence. So, what can be done to make other races dare not take the initiative to attack?

There are only two kinds. Find a third way to become stronger beyond the above two paths, or...... With the help of external forces.

Obviously, that's what Leo was thinking.

If the shrine maiden is human, then the power she possesses must be acquired. If that kind of power can be obtained, the condition of the human race will naturally be greatly improved. And if she's not human, then ...... In Leo's opinion, she may well be a god!

This is naturally caused by the constant inducement of the shrine maiden. At least in Leo's mind at this moment, the possibility that the shrine maiden is a god is countless times greater than the possibility that she is a human.

If it is a god who has just been transformed by the essence of the gods, the shrine maiden is the "external force" that can be used. So, no matter which of the above she is, the human race can reap great benefits.

But – it's all based on one point. In other words, she has no ill will towards the human race.

No malice, it's not that she means she's a monster of another race. After all, in the eyes of those god-made monsters, human beings are not an intellectual race at all, just monkeys. Even if the shrine maiden is one of those monsters, the chances of her harboring ill will towards the human race are low.

- Do you have malicious or even murderous intent towards the ants on the ground? To those monsters, humans are the same existence as ants.

However, nothing is absolute. It is true that for the vast majority of God-made races, the human race is monkey ants. But for some monsters, the human race ...... It's their favorite food.

Such races are not absent. The cannibal species of the demon species is such a creature. While other monsters are dismissive of humans, they are extremely cannibalistic, even ...... Uncritically.

As for whether the shrine maiden is that kind of monster, although Leo doesn't think it's very likely, he can't completely deny this possibility.

After all, in this world, the enemy of the human race ...... It is all races outside of humans.

They may not have regarded humanity as an enemy, but they have inadvertently destroyed everything in the human race. So, in the eyes of the human race, of course, they are worthy enemies.

Humanity just doesn't have the power to resist. If they find the power they have, they can turn the world upside down!

Leo finally made up his mind.

If you are undecided, it is better to give it a go. If you want to change the world, where can you find the certainty of victory! What's more, even if the risk is high, the odds of success are not small!

Dark clouds gradually converge in the sky.

"Excuse me, are you willing to help us? Help, human species! ”

Leo spoke.

It was like a thunderbolt piercing the sky.

Outside the window, a shower fell sharply.

In the darkness, the wind rose.

"Of course."

The shrine maiden replied.

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Above the Nine Heavens, the giant fantasy species of the Flying Fortress, Abant Huim, is still floating.

That's a powerful creature that's known all over the world. Of course, in addition to its own strength, its immortal name was also created by the strongest god species who built a city on it and walked in the world, the god of war, Artexiu. As long as the god of war does not fall, Abant Huim will forever be known as his mighty fortress.

And inside the fortress that hung in the air, the god of war still sat on his throne with his head tilted.

His gaze was somewhat deep, and there was a concentration of stars in it. His gaze seemed to travel through time and space, and he saw the scene of his birth tens of millions of years ago, shortly after his birth.

Countless powerful gods were born and fell, and they themselves were given the most bloody battles at that time. It was a time of convergence – an era that was innumerably more interesting than it is now!

Thinking of this, the god of war's eyes that shimmered with bright stars dimmed again.

What's the point of this day and age?

As far as the eye can see, everything is the same and lifeless. A few gods guarded the door of the house, and although the battle continued, they were not able to arouse their interest at all. If there were no variables, the world would have been boring like this.

I was born to fight, and if I didn't fight, what would I be?

Without a fighting opponent, can the god of war still be called the god of war?

Suddenly, Artexiu opened his eyes.

He looked somewhere on the ground thoughtfully.

"The weakest ...... Will you be my challenger? Or do you-"

With that, He turned his gaze to the West.

"β€”is it you, the king of the ancients?"

In Altexiu's eyes, the stars flickered.

"Things seem to be starting to change."

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While the god of war looked around the world for an opponent, the bright moon in the sky, though only for a brief moment, seemed to become brighter.

The moon god stood atop the dome and scanned the ground.

Artexiu didn't find Him at all. For He has stood above the heads of all.

When he saw the great fantasy seed, His gaze did not linger. As he swept over the Ancient King, his gaze did not linger. Eventually, His gaze rested on an inconspicuous spot.

"Detachment...... In the end, is it up to you? ”

He paused, and continued.

"Outsiders."

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