The airspace of the continental spine, the god of creation.

The Lord of the Celestial Dome walked through the underside of the tower and strode into the transformed cavern underground.

Before it was officially named as a god, the city was one of the most famous capitals in the Blackstone Domain, and it has existed for nearly a thousand years. It has visited this place more than once, and the complex structure of the cave does not bother it in any way, and the only thing that annoys it is the Kamen Maharaja, Nasopelle.

"My lord, my lord is conducting a crucial test, have you communicated with the master beforehand?" At the gate of the test ground, a primal body stopped in front of Hekzod. As a masked attendant, it apparently chose the same path as the Maharaja it served, and its two heads were forcibly connected by a magic stone device, making it look deformed and ugly.

"Get out of here!" Hekzod didn't want to talk nonsense with it, and raised his hand to knock the squire to the ground.

If it's a combat-type Beginner, it may have to put some thought into it, but Kamen has gone quite thoroughly on the path of transformation, and most of the magic stones fused on its body are not suitable for combat, and the abilities of the Beginner who follows it can naturally be imagined.

Probably aware of the suppressed anger of the Lord of the Heavens, the attendant closed his mouth in amusement.

Hekzod pushed open the heavy stone door and walked into the testing ground without looking back—it didn't unfold the twisted door and stepped in front of the mask directly, which was already the greatest respect.

Behind the door is an extremely empty cave.

Tens of thousands of glowing magic stones are scattered on the top of the rock, like a night sky full of stars. Beneath their feet are a dense mass of inferior bodies—more numerous than magic stones, most of them worm-like, locked in a fence like livestock, and repeatedly stimulated by the core of their magic.

Hekzod couldn't help but frown.

Even among the inferior, they are the most useless of all, having no hands and feet means not being able to work, and very low intelligence is difficult to achieve even domestication. However, the unexpected discovery of the vector test is probably due to the extremely primitive and simple meridians, which have the highest success rate when fusing with foreign bodies, and are ideal parasites.

Of course, not every worm inferior can live to resonate with the "Growth Divine Stone", and the dead will be used as feed for the next batch of inferior individuals, and those who successfully adapt to the symbiotic state can become qualified weapons.

Naturally, the Lord of the Celestial Dome would not sympathize with these imbeciles who could not communicate, and now they could at least contribute to the race compared to being useless before. What it is dissatisfied with is the distorted taste of the mask.

The renovation process could have been carried out in a closed cave, but the other party deliberately set it in the most conspicuous area - four high-hanging suspension bridges crossed the heads of tens of thousands of inferior people from four directions, connected to the stout stone pillar in the center of the cave, and whenever you want to enter the center of the test site, you have to be forced to "admire" the other party's proud work.

The tumbling and writhing bodies of inferior bodies, the hissing of pain, the smell of excrement in the nose, and the rotten skins of various failed works have made the entire cavern smoky. It is impossible for any normal person to like to stay in such a dark and negative place, but Kamen has set up the laboratory on a stone pillar, and Hekzod even suspects that its head has been damaged in some way during the fusion process, so it will become more and more unreasonable.

Crossing the suspension bridge, it found Nasopelle in the penthouse.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the Lord of the Heavenly Dome suddenly felt angry, and saw that the Kamen Lord was looking left and right around the remains of the iron bird dragged back by his subordinates, and there were several human nobles who did not know their life and death lying around, and the only person who was still alive was grabbed by the other party in his hands, his face was extremely deformed with fright, and obvious wet marks could be seen on his robe.

"Nasopelle!" it cried out, "who will allow you to touch the people I have brought with you?"

It's no wonder that it was furious, and it worked hard to transfer the land migrants to the Great Rift Valley, and then send them to the gods of creation, in order to prevent the Grey Keep from expanding its war potential, and at the same time to replenish the labor in the city. Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the god of creation with a group of humans, a worried nobleman of Eternal Winter came to the door, saying that several of his companions had been taken away by the guards and their whereabouts were still unknown.

This will undoubtedly undermine the stable order that it has so hard to establish.

What makes Hekzod most unhappy is that it is just a matter of catching civilians for experiments, and the other party is only arresting the nobles - and the latter is the key to controlling the people at the bottom, if there is no call and appeal of the nobles, it will inevitably spend several times more energy and time if it wants to instruct these tens of thousands of people.

"Lord Hekzod...... Help me!" The living nobleman cried out as if he had seen a savior.

"Ah...... It turned out to be His Excellency the Lord of the Heavens. Kamen turned back and said disapprerovingly, "I have to say it was a misunderstanding, I do like fusion essences, but that doesn't include bugs - the best part of them, I've had six hundred years ago." ”

The mask removed from his head, revealing the face of the human female below—it was supposed to belong to a witch, but was now part of it.

And there are more than a dozen such masks, so you can imagine how terrifying it will look if you take them all off. According to Nasopelle, the brain is the spirit of wisdom, more important than any part of the body, and the more brains you have, the more efficient you can think. Therefore, the trait of a powerful race should be at least two heads, so that it can be satisfied to think about problems while resting, and make the most of its time.

But in Hekzord's eyes, only ugly evil beasts and monsters from the Heavenly Sea Realm would grow like this.

An imperceptible purple light flashed, and the mask in Kamen's hand was instantly cut in half, and then a line of blood slowly bloomed on the female's face, and dark blue blood flowed out of the crack.

Probably not expecting Hekzod to make a move, Nasopel's momentum was suddenly frustrated, it dropped the nobleman in his hand, covered its injured face and abruptly retreated a few steps, "Lord of the Heavenly Dome, are you crazy? Don't forget that I am the creator of the god of divine creation, and I am the hope of the race to win the battle of divine will, is it possible that you want to betray the king?"

Looking at the other party's panicked expression, a trace of happiness swelled in Hekzod's heart.

After becoming the commander of the Western Front, it has never encountered a smooth thing, the Nightmare Lord is inexplicably lost, the army has never been able to break through the defense line of mankind, and now even if he works hard to find a chance for the race, he has to be hindered from behind by a mask, which is simply unreasonable!

It is undoubtedly a blatant offense that Nasopelle could not have known that these humans were created by the gods, and that they were taken into abduction without its permission—it can only be said that in the midst of a series of defeats, it was Hakzod underestimated.

This is neither the king's throne, nor is the Kamen Lord nor the demon slayer, and if he doesn't show the other party's color, I'm afraid he really thinks it's easy to get rid of.

What's the use of emphasizing that having more heads is an advantage?

In the face of the huge disparity in strength, no amount of brains will help. It wants to make it clear to the other side who is the commander in chief of the Western Front.

"If you are loyal to the king, you should know what to do and what not to do. Hexzod removed the blade-like twisted door and said in a cold voice, "I hope you understand that these people will be of great use to me and to the race. ”

After the two maharajas looked at each other for a moment, Kamen was the first to soften, "I was negligent...... Next time I'll ask for your opinion first. ”

"That's fine. Hekzod nodded. It didn't intend to push the other party too much - after all, the gods of divine creation did need several promoters who were familiar with the core of magic to control, and they were basically Nasopelle's subordinates, and at the same time, the symbiote weapons necessary for war still needed to be made by the other party, and it couldn't really do anything about the mask, otherwise the king would not be able to spare it.

"Big, big...... Whew, it's great to see you......" The nobleman crawled to the side of the Lord of the Sky and hugged his thighs tightly.

"We'll talk about that later," Hexzod glanced at him, then looked at Masquerad, "Since it's not for fusion, why did you bring humans here?"

Kamen pouted at the Iron Bird's wreckage, "I just wanted to ask them how the core of this thing works. ”

Hexzod followed the other's gaze and saw a very delicate-looking instrument placed in front of the iron bird's head.

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