"Huh!"

"Scythe, Sandstorm God?"

If this desert squirrel is given a little more time and gathers the power of faith purification, there will indeed be a sandstorm god in the form of a desert squirrel in this world - but now, it is not.

If you want to become a god, it is easy to say that it is easy to say, but it is also difficult to say that it is difficult.

It is easy because from the end of the legendary path to the demigod, you only need to ignite the divine fire, and the achievement of the gods is just to find a tribe that believes in itself, operate it for a hundred years, gather beliefs, and condense these beliefs into faith crystallization and then use the divine fire to purify it into divine power, and then build the divine power into a godhead and give birth to the priesthood.

The difficulty is that each step of this takes a lot of time, whether it is to achieve a legend, or to accumulate enough spirit to ignite the divine fire, or to cultivate a tribe that believes in oneself and collect faith, it is all calculated in hundred years.

Therefore, Ron can clearly know that the desert squirrel in front of him, who calls himself the god of sandstorms, the scythe, does not have a godhead and a priesthood, and even a divine fire has not been lit, but is just a divine creature with a little divine power.

However, for Ron, who was just entering the paradigm path, the scythe on the other side was still a formidable formidable formidable enemy.

"Bastard!"

Apparently Ron's disdainful laughter and skeptical tone made it feel ashamed, and the wind that immediately swirled became more violent, and countless sands and dust swirled upward, constantly increasing and thickening the wind pillar, and in just a few breaths, a huge pillar appeared in the sky above the Enoch Desert, which was clearly visible dozens of miles away.

Countless sandstorm moonlight rats, whether they were alive or dead, were swept away by this pillar of wind, turning into sticky flesh and mixed with gravel, and even the friction between the gravel made this pillar of wind have the attribute of thunder and lightning - countless thunderbolts as thick as fingers jumped between the gravel of the pillar of wind, flashing blue and white light.

And the body of the desert squirrel sickle exudes the coercion of the strong, and it hovers wildly in the center of the wind pillar, letting out a bursting roar.

"I am the scythe of the sandstorm god!"

"Don't hurry up and return yet!"

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

"What a nuisance!"

Only divine power can oppose divine power—a rule laid down by the first god born in ancient times when it was impossible to find out.

Ron has no divine power, although it is enough to resist the pull of the wind pillar, but it cannot resist the coercion of the divine power contained in the scythe - of course, Ron can choose to absorb the moon godhead in the heart lake space - as long as he absorbs the moon godhead, Ron who becomes a true god is absolutely crushing the divine creature.

But for Ron, absorbing the Moon Godhead meant giving up—giving up his own efforts, giving up his position, and it also meant that the Moon Rat would become a vassal of the halfling.

However, although Ron does not have divine powers, he has the original body before the divine power purification!

"Broken teeth!"

Stabilizing himself in the sandstorm, Ron took out a crystal-shaped gem from the dimensional bag, and then crushed it with his claws without hesitation - although it looks like a crystal, the Faith Crystal is essentially a condensation of faith, and does not have substantial hardness, so Ron exerted a slight force, and the Faith Crystal was immediately shattered.

As a result, countless silver rays of light spread from Ron's front paws, wrapping Ron's whole body and turning into a silver-white armor, and the broken tooth that was connected to Ron's heart and soul was immediately covered by the silver light of faith, turning into an image like a war tiger in the cartoon.

"Ciri!"

"Give me strength!"

"Meow~"

After wrapping a mouse and a cat, there was still a surplus of faith silver light, so Ron's heart moved, and immediately the excess faith silver light gathered in his front paws, turning into a war spear with a wide blade, and then just a heart moved, the war meow under the crotch turned into a silver-white hurricane, stepping on the wind in the wind pillar, and attacking the sickle in the air!

At this moment, Ron showed his attitude with his actions, and the Weasel also discarded the idea of making Ron surrender - Ron was a powerful moonlight rat it had never seen before, and the scythe originally wanted Ron to be his general and rule all the moonlight rats.

"Boom!"

The spear of faith silver light stabbed out like a poisonous snake biting the neck of the scythe, but a crisp metal impact sounded, and a sharp claw with a little divine power had blocked the tip of the spear, preventing the spear from piercing.

"Whoever blasphemes will go into the bottomless abyss!"

"Suffer from immortality for ten thousand years!"

The divinity was wriggling, the divine power was boiling, and the words that consumed the divine power flew out like bullets, threatening to shoot Ron - but Ron's body was covered with armor made of silver light of faith, and the language containing divine power only knocked the armor into countless ripples, but it could never be broken.

"Kill!"

"Mongoose Strike!"

"Boom, boom!"

Although he couldn't be armored, the physical pain was real - but Ron didn't care, he withdrew the spear of faith, and the next second, it pierced out from under his armpit, turning into countless points of light, and slamming into countless crisp sounds with the scythe's claws.

Immediately, the sickle's face suddenly became unsightly.

"Damn, it's too much divine power!"

The divinity of the fallen elemental demigod is not much, and after the possessed sickle conquered the Sandstorm Moonlight Rat tribe, it was distributed to several Sandstorm Moonlight Rat leaders, which made its divine power value plummet - after all, divinity is not divine fire, only divine fire can condense and purify faith into divine power.

And in the case of not igniting the divine fire, the divine power is used a little less.

"Kill!"

The face of the natural sickle was seen by Ron, and he did not hesitate to take out the second Faith Crystal and crush it, and then launched an even wilder offensive - even if the ratio of divine power to faith power exceeded one to hundred, the Silver Light of Faith contained in one Faith Crystal was the sum of the entire Sandfury Moonlight Rat Tribe for one month, and it was more than enough to consume divine power!

Immediately, the replenished armor of faith became thicker, the spear of faith became thicker and sharper, and even the claws of the broken teeth under his body were covered with a thick layer of silver light, becoming thicker and longer.

On the other hand, the divine power light on the claws of the sickle was looming, constantly dimming, and even in the end, a silver-white silver light of faith appeared on the claws of the sickle - his divine power was consumed, and he only relied on the characteristics given by divinity to float in the air, and the silver light of faith came from the faith of several sandstorm moonlight rat leaders.

"Chance!"

And this instantaneous transformation was seen and caught by Ron!

As a result, a brilliant silver light pierced through the pillar of wind, causing the giant pillar to lose its core, and it turned into nothingness when it shook. Countless flesh mixed with dust fell from the sky, and only a silver-white figure shining brighter than the sun was left in the clear sky, and a thin body impaled on the spear of faith!