"Kill and kill!" laughed the old Terran legends!

There are as many as thirteen of them, and it is so easy to suppress the legend of a race!

The wind is surging, the thunder and lightning roar in the sky, and the legends of the human race and the dragon clan are fighting each other!

After a battle, in the end, seven dragons covered in blood fell from the sky to the earth, smashing the earth into a gully tens of thousands of feet deep. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the ravine, the dragon wailed, shook its head and tail, and dug a deeper cave to burrow.

"Within a hundred years, creatures above three turns will not be allowed to make a move!"

"A hundred years later, high-level, low-level are not allowed to kill low-level!"

The voice of the legend of the human race echoed on this continent, and the old demon of Montenegro heard it!

When he heard these voices, his heart moved, and he felt that this statement was quite good.

"If this rule can be extended to the entire Terran, then some geniuses of the Terran Race will not be secretly killed by the jealous geniuses!"

Thinking about this, Montenegro decided to wait for the next Terran meeting to open, and put forward this suggestion himself to see if he could finalize this rule!

However, the most important thing for him at the moment is not to finalize the rules of the Terrans, but to forge his own armament.

When he turned the second time, he always thought that when casting weapons, he only needed to integrate some materials into the mecha!

However, now that he really wanted to forge the armament, he realized that it was a little different from what he had imagined: the mecha disintegrated and turned into parts of different sizes!

Outside the parts, various materials are poured: these materials are refined with magical potions, tempered with more than 300 different powers such as blood, fighting energy, totems, and magic.

In the end, this is poured into abrasives!

In order to forge arms, the old demon of Montenegro hooked the magma in the depths of the earth, and let these magma flow out tens of thousands of square kilometers on the sacrificial ground.

Over this 10,000 square kilometers, thousands of different medicines and materials were added to the magma, and finally turned into rivers flanked by slaves and their armed parts.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of tons of magical metal are soaked in magma and then molded into a giant screw.

There were slaves who operated steam machines and transported hundreds of tons of screws to some flat ground, where they were eventually assembled and used.

Quack!

A three-legged golden crow soared in the sky, these golden crows stared at the earth with sharp eyes, each three-legged golden crow, can see every move within a radius of thousands of miles, and even the ants on the ground can be seen clearly by them.

Now, within this tens of thousands of square kilometers, there are more than 1,000 three-legged golden crows soaring, staring at the creatures working on the earth!

More than a thousand golden crows soared, and the scorching breath swept the land.

Every moment, hundreds of slaves, because they could not bear the fatigue and heat, finally screamed and fell to the ground and died!

There are special teams of slaves who carry the corpses, either divide them and eat them, throw them into lava rivers, or disassemble them into some magical materials!

Under the control of the mechanical head, all this is in order!

Every day, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of tons of metal are excavated, and then after being simply forged in various places, they are transported to the center of the sacrificial place.

On the way, there are many furnaces around, and those furnaces are constantly refining these metals, and by the time they reach the center, there are hundreds of millions of tons of precious metals, and eventually only tens of thousands of tons or even less remain.

In the end, these tens of thousands of tons of precious metals were cast into parts on the land of tens of thousands of square kilometers of magma rivers and finally pieced together.

Whew, whew!

On the central altar, there was a loud, thunderous breath.

With the sound of thunderous breathing, white gas erupted from the mouth and nose of the black mountain on the central altar.

The white gas that spewed out carried his breath like an arrow, falling on every armed part within an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers.

This mouthful of white gas fell on the armed parts, and finally resonated with the core mecha parts, and a mysterious reaction occurred:

Mecha parts melt and expand, and eventually completely merge into new parts, forming hundreds of feet or even larger parts!

With the control of mecha parts, these newly formed armed parts were quickly washed away by the breath of the old demon of Montenegro!

Flying Rabbit Go!

A cute girl turns into a cute woman!

At this time, Meng Meng is constantly improving the Blackwater Machinery Factory, and now, her Blackwater Machinery Factory mentions and material consumption is one-tenth of the previous one, but the output has increased tenfold!

A large amount of black water, according to the meaning of the old demon of Montenegro, is instilled into an inland sea on the mainland.

This inland sea is more than 9 million square kilometers in size, and after the sea water was drained, the cute woman built thirteen teleportation bases in it.

The thirteen teleportation bases correspond to each other: the central altar and the twelve signs.

These thirteen bases alone, in just over half a year, filled the entire inland sea with black water, forming a black water ocean!

After the formation of the Black Water Ocean, all Terran professionals, after changing jobs, have to enter the ocean here to absorb the black water and carry out the final promotion.

A hundred years is a very short time for ordinary beings: the older generation of slaves has died, and their descendants have become slaves.

The descendants of these slaves have naturally recognized their status as slaves.

They even think that their identity is their true identity!

They worked day and night, hard work, and constantly built the armament of the old demon of Montenegro!

For nearly 100 years: they toiled day and night, when the last parts were pulled out of the lava river, beaten and carved by millions of slaves, and all the parts of the entire armament were completed.

Hey!

A deformed hundred-armed giant, like a mecha, carrying huge mechanical parts, dragged to the corresponding position little by little.

Where, there are dexterous dwarves, and creatures of the multi-armed race begin to piece together.

In just one year, a total of 36,500 armed parts were successfully put together.

After exhausting thousands of living beings, the last part of the Black Mountain Old Demon Armament was finally installed by the deformed hundred-armed giants.

This is a bronze yak on all fours!

The yak is lifelike, and although each of the hairs on its body weighs several tons, these hairs are still shaking slightly when the majestic wind blows!

If it weren't for the fact that this land had been turned into a place of sacrifice and had been cast by the old demon of Montenegro by secret methods, I am afraid that this 10,000-mile yak would have trampled the ground below and sunk into the magma.

With wings spread out behind his back, the old demon of Montenegro looked at this thousand-thousand-long bronze yak, and his whole mood was extremely complicated:

"Is this the best bronze armament?"

"No wonder the three-turn master has never appeared, it turns out that the three-turn master has such a majestic armament. ”

"This is the real murder weapon, I'm afraid that this thing can shatter all the resistants if it is moved casually!"