Two long, needle-like tentacles suddenly shot in from the back of Moando's head and pierced through his mirror-smooth face, and then the front of the tentacles slowly opened to reveal two bright eyes—at this point, Moando's face was missing only the bridge of his nose and ears.

And Moando's wide mouth, full of sharp teeth, slowly revealed the reason why he was restless.

"Shadows, Earth, Killing ......"

"Three Divine Fires! Three Demigods!"

The Divine Fire is a sudden leap to the last step of the legendary road - after the crossing, life will enter another stage, all cells and spirits will no longer decay, and the source of power will also be converted from the continuous intake of external matter and energy to the divine fire at the core of the soul, and the endless energy gushes out of the divine fire, just like an immortal river, and there is no possibility of exhaustion.

At the same time, due to the nature of idealism, the divine fire also has its own attributes, hiding a wonderful cycle that only those who ignite will know.

And the most important thing is that after lighting the divine fire, although it is only a demigod, compared with the gods, the difference is no longer between humans and insects, but similar to the difference between the same human beings, but the difference between high and low social status.

Therefore, the demigod's attack is enough to deal damage to the gods!

"No, no, no, you may have read it wrong!"

"Why don't you take a closer look?"

Swinging the dagger, Miro continued the humor of a halfling, but between the words, the gray light swaying on Milo's body was immediately so strong that people couldn't look at it directly, as if a gray sun was slowly rising from the horizon.

At the same time, an emerald green crown appeared on top of Miró's head, crowned with four gems of different colors, representing the four realms, and on the front was the footprint of a halfling, his emblem.

"It's you!"

"Halfling God of Thieves, BrandoBriss!"

"Do you want to challenge me?"

Restlessness turned to pure rage, Moando's tentacles danced wildly, and words poured out of his wide mouth—a voice that didn't come from his throat, but from the fluctuation of divine power—so straight into the heart, unstoppable.

"Challenge?"

"Moando, you're a little arrogant!"

"You're only a weak godpower, and I'm a weak god!"

"I do, however, because there is a Venerable One who wants your divinity and godhead!"

Miró, perhaps as he should be called Brandobriss, didn't change his appearance, stroking his beard as he sneered.

So, feeling the fluctuations of divine power that was more powerful than himself, Moando immediately knew that war was inevitable, and the divine power fluctuations of anger surged, and he slowly rose in the air, countless tentacles grew out from his back, and suddenly swept towards Brandobris, and even the entire beast adventure group behind him.

Because Moandor knew where his only advantage was—that his kingdom of God had become one with himself, and just as there was a huge difference between a mage with a mage tower and a wild mage, the gap between a god in the kingdom of God and a god who revealed his true body alone on the main plane would only be greater—big enough to compete across the ranks.

Suddenly, the rocks turned to dust, the bones turned to powder, and the entire cavern was shrouded in a corrosive black mist that clearly had the power to corrode souls—with a single move, Hogg shrouded Ron with his own light, and Kane shrouded the golden fangs.

"After being sealed for so many years, there is still such power!"

"If Al Vhrin were here, he would be absolutely crazy with excitement!"

"But I'm a wanderer~"

Turning sideways slightly, Brandobris disappeared into the shadows - although he did not descend the kingdom of God, but Brandobris, as a weak divine power, was not so easy to be trapped - and he also had other tricks.

"Hey, Moando, are you ready to die in battle?"

The tentacles from nowhere came to nothing, and Moando vigilantly probed around, but the gap in divine power made it impossible to harvest - and when BrandoBriss reappeared, he was already in the position where Moandor was born in the first place, on the huge skull of the old red dragon.

Then, he took out a piece of red dragon scales from his bosom and threw it on the huge red dragon skull beneath him!

............

"I smell it!"

"It's the smell of Denarke!"

The dragon scales rubbed a little spark with the skull, but suddenly collapsed into an incomparably large portal, and the red dragon claws that were as huge as a house poked out of the portal, firmly grasping the old red dragon skull, and then a red dragon head skull larger than the house poked out of the portal, and tears the size of a human head continued to roll down from the huge dragon's eyes.

"Thank you, great BrandoBriss!"

"You've found my love!"

"You're welcome, Mistina Peradnak Les, I promised you!"

"Here's what I'm supposed to do!"

Female Elder Red Dragon Mistina Peradnak Lace, nicknamed Mist, was helped by Brandobris, and in exchange for helping Mist find the whereabouts of her lover Peridrak the Furious, who had disappeared for centuries.

Because Mistina Peradnac Lace had made Brandobris feel the scent of Peradrak's scales, as soon as he approached the altar, Brandobris felt a similar aura - this breath came from the huge red dragon skull in the very center.

As for why he summoned Mistina Peradnak Les now, it was because of the sheer selfishness of the halfling god of thieves - he wanted to borrow the power of the ancient red dragon to reduce his own consumption and increase his chances of completing the mission delivered by the Venerable.

............

The smell of the countryside in the early morning is always filled with the fragrance peculiar to the continent of Feren, which can only be found on land that has not been developed on a large scale.

Carter Roy was working in the fields shirtless with only a pair of trousers, and not far behind him, the towering walls of the city of Westgate could be faintly seen.

It's a pretty good location, protected by the city, and has relatively fertile soil – just a little more rental, but enough to cover the family's needs.

"Roy, it's time for breakfast!"

"It's coming!"

In the rough wooden house on the outskirts of the field, his wife had already cooked breakfast and called Roy home, and Carter Roy couldn't help but smile warmly at the thought of his young wife and two lively and lovely children—if this kind of life could go on forever, it would be a good future.

Then, in Roy's smile, the sky suddenly darkened!

"What's going on?"

"Why is it dark?"

Looking up in confusion, accompanied by his wife's screams, Carter Roy saw the most unforgettable scene of his life!