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Rune Continent, who is the strongest here? No one knows the answer.

But when it comes to powerful talents, they abound

And the strongest among these people should be those demigods who have been completely assimilated by powerful forces, right? Are they the carriers of the strongest bloodline? Unrivalled terrifying power at your disposal.

Are they really the strongest among humans?

Perhaps? Because their power is almost infinite, and precisely because their power is so strong, they have been limited by the living continent.

Whatever? As long as they are detached from the level of people, they are true gods.

Between Rune Wars,

Disasters erupt again and again, and befall the world, how can these gods who are regarded as gods in the eyes of others make a move?

Void invader, the king of the void - Elton, led countless void creatures to invade the continent, and the king of the void also has the strength to surpass the system of warriors and talents, in the continent without the protection of peerless powerhouses, how should the human race protect itself?

The ancient king's secret treasure that has been lost for thousands of years, the dark divine space of Shurima, the will that wanders outside of time, what are they waiting for?

The broken blade can complete its will, the former sword king, is it really dry of oil?

Can the ruler of the Endless Abyss find the eternal fallen? Is there a chance that the three miracles of inheritance will return to the world?

Ice Emperor? Does anyone still remember the name? Tsar? Who knows now? The Immortal King, the Song of Eternity, has been forged a legend? Netherworld Yellow Spring, there are ghosts in the ghost mountain, who is still a ghost? In the depths of the sea, the soul of the guardian of wealth, the soul of a generation of great pirates in the twilight of the country, is still waiting for recovery?

Who first knew the source of calamity? Why did the ancient book of Great Prophecy hide the last words, what has the founder of the War College been trying to hide? The soul forging furnace can create a truly peerless powerhouse

Planck, who had just returned from the underworld, began to stop again.

"Don't fuck don't ask Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is Lao Tzu, whoever wants to say that Lao Tzu is not Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will shoot him Lao Tzu!" The gunpowder produced on Blue Flame Island has not been sold for a month, and it is all piled up in the huge storage warehouse on the island, and Planck must use this batch of hundreds of billions of tons of prototype explosives well

"I've found it," the letter left by my father was finally deciphered on Carter's birthday, and Carter clenched his fists and stared at the snake as he rubbed the ground as he slowly walked towards Cassiopeia

"Have you heard of it? The sword of Sangang can cut the wind, and the sword of fate can resist the wind, which is taught to him by another swordsmanship master, and now - the sword has reached its peak, the meaning has been made, and the ultimate sword intent is - the wind is desperate.

"I once said a word, do you remember?" Yasuo held a long knife, standing obliquely, heroic and dry clouds, the wind curled the hairband, the wind rose, the tea was cool, and the knife fell.

"This is the taste of the wind."

"My life is up to me, not to God!"

The decaying son of the elder slowly crawled out of the mausoleum.

The little people, crying all the way, bumpy over the mountains and mountains, frightened birds and insects all the way, people panicked, "Woo, go away, go away!" Don't stop me, I promised her"

"For my people, for my empire!" Tetamir's eyes were furious, and the will to kill made the space tremble and shrink, and in front of the enemy, he showed the monstrous killing intent of generations of ferociousness, and the breath of the devil represented that he had fallen into the devil and gone crazy

The tavern was empty, and two wanderers were sitting at the wine table drinking small wines and playing cards.

A scruffy bearded gentleman, a calm and graceful fraudster.

There was a slight movement in the door, as if something had run past.

"Bang-"

With a quick gunshot, tongues of fire erupted, seizing the perfect shot for a moment, and then, the bearded man scratched his chin, and threw the golden double-barreled hand cannon to the ground at will, and continued to hold a thick cigarette, staring at the person opposite.

"One shot collapses twice, do you believe it or not"

"Well, none of them died."