Efeld once came to the astral plane, the tomb of this god, the Pantheon in the legend of Faeron is to gather the power of all the gods to split out from the astral plane, even the gods, in the astral realm will also lose most of their power.

When Efeld first came to the world of Feeron, he still needed the protection of Edman Metal, and to this day, Efeld can still soar in the astral plane without relying on the physics of Edman Metal.

"There's a lot of energy here, and I know what you're bringing me here for. ”

The Primordial Celestial Venerable floated out of Efeld's chest, looking at the astral realm with emotion, his gaze penetrating the infinite distance, taking in everything that Efeld could not see.

In the distance, the corpses of countless gods float in the astral plane, some have completely turned to rock, while others are still alive, but under the bondage of the thread of faith, they will eventually consume the last vestiges of strength in the astral plane and die unwillingly.

"No, you don't understand yet, pioneer. ”

Efeld landed from the astral plane, the island still barely restrained by gravity, barely holding a trace of air. Efeld prefers to be down-to-earth rather than in the air, and behind him, the Primordial Celestial Venerable floats curiously behind, watching Efeld's every move.

Once he had gained a foothold, Efeld unleashed the godhead of the hunt, Marat, from the fire, and added a hint of divine power from the brain. An unnamed wave immediately began to spread beyond the island.

There is no absolute concept of time and distance in the astral plane, and this wave leaves the island and immediately spreads throughout the astral plane, and the information contained in the fluctuation makes all the gods happy.

"Brothers, let's go~"

Countless waves of the same meaning scurried, and then, like a nest of wasps out to feed, countless gods carried with anger and hatred for the gods. Rush towards the godhead of Marat, the god of hunting, and there are plenty of mechanical gods.

"They are coming, our energy and compatriots. ”

Efeld and the Primordial Celestial Venerable felt the fluctuations coming from afar almost at the same time, and then prepared for battle, and the primordial Celestial Venerable's proto-body circuit retracted into Efeld's chest, infusing the energy of the fire source into the weapon in Efeld's hand and the armor on the surface. Greatly increased his attack and defense.

The distance between the gods and the gods was far and near, and Efeld was just getting ready for battle, when the first god had already fallen from the sky with a violent desire, and before he could touch the ground, he pounced on the godhead of the god of hunting.

"Zeukskel. ”

Efeld frowned slightly, the first god was not Anaxim who disappointed him, and he also wanted to experiment if he could use the life energy of the fire source to make the mechanical god regain consciousness and become a Cybertron.

"But at least a little bit of divine power. ”

Thinking so, Efeld waved Shahram in his hand. Already cut to the head of Zeukskel from behind.

Efeld's body did not reveal a trace of divine power, like a rock, and Zeukskel, who only had divinity in his eyes, did not notice Efeld's existence at all.

But what can maintain a physical presence in the astral plane, even if it is a stone, is an unusual stone.

Shahram, who had already drunk the blood of countless cyborgs and demons, was still unaffected even in the astral realm, and with the slightest force, Shahram's vibrating blade had already sliced through Zeuxkel's head, shaking the small core on which the trace of divinity and boundless hatred depended into a cloud of dust in the astral realm. And the trace of divine power contained in the inner species was extracted and compressed by Efeld. Put it in the fire.

After losing its core, the ice that made up Zeuxk's body immediately fell apart, and then dissipated in an instant under the rules of the astral realm that can erode all matter, like snowflakes in the summer heat.

It's a pity that the attraction of the Godhead to the gods is so great, and Zeukskel has just died. Another hellfire fell again, and in the distance there were countless colorful points of light flashing in the deep darkness, and the gods were hurrying towards them.

After destroying the Hellfire once more, Efeld finally waited for his goal. A mechanical god that surrounds a storm of blades with countless metals.

However, the mechanical god was much more cautious than his two Harbingers, and seeing Efeld effortlessly destroy Zeuxkel and Hellfire, Aknasim made a sharp stop in the air, and then stared at Efeld's figure with a pair of points of light hidden behind the Blade Storm.

"This ...... Morphology...... I...... Yes...... Impressions. ”

Aknasim didn't have a mouth, but he used the friction of countless metals to create this language-like effect, and in his furious hatred of the gods, there seemed to be a sense of intimacy with the strange creature in front of him.

"It's a forcibly reformed Cybertron! Damn the gods!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable violently opened Efeld's chest, exposing himself to Aknasim's sight, and the energy that overflowed the source of the fire showed his anger, as the creator of the Cybertron race, it can be said that the Primordial Celestial Venerable is the god of the Cybertrons.

When a god sees his people being transformed into nondescript forms by other creatures, he is filled with indescribable anger.

"Efeld, let me come, let me see what these goddamn gods have done. ”

The source of fire floated out of Efeld's chest, and the overflowing energy quickly turned into a miniature Cybertron planet composed of illusory light in front of Efeld, enveloping the source of fire, and then, a series of familiar changes to Efeld, although there was no sound effect of the transformation, but the miniature Cybertron planet 1 had become a Cybertron who was the same height as Efeld, and the source of fire was suspended in the chest cavity of this Cybertron.

The light in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the primordial celestial venerable took a step forward, and the illusory palm passed through the blade storm, and had already touched the core of Aknasim, for some reason, Aknasim was full of attachment and admiration for the creature composed of the light in front of him, like a child who had met his mother.

The sharp metal flying in the sky slowly fell to the ground, and only a small metal core was left to rub and rotate back and forth under the palm of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, spinning delicately.

"How dare they do this!This metal ball was dissolved and poured with a proto-body circuit, and inside it imprisons the soul of the Cybertrons—the Tinder!"

The Primordial Celestial's beard was already upturned, and he continued to sense the unsuccessful transformation of the Cybertrons by the gods of the world of Faeron, and at the core of Aknasim, the Primordial Celestial had discovered a mechanism that was incompatible with the Cybertrons, a mechanism built with divine power in a vain attempt to control the Cybertronian fire.

"Little one, you can top it for a while, I need to study it a little. ”

It's easier to destroy than to build, and in the same way, it's also quite difficult to restore a mechanical god to a Cybertron, even if it's the creator of the Cybertron race, the Primordial Celestial.

"Understood. ”

Efeld tightened the weapon in his hand, and the metal palm that should not have a trace of moisture felt a trace of wetness, Efeld knew that this was the feeling of human form, but he felt a burst of excitement in his heart.

"Come, gods, and make your insignificant contribution to the great revival of Cybertron. ”

Above the floating islands, dense spots of light were clearly visible to Efeld's eyes, and their strange shapes were also vividly visible.

A jumble of wings with a slender tail was Chichimerk, the dead child of the god of the sky, a monstrous fetus with a humanoid form but an oversized head, the fetus of the Atrophied One, the god of death, and a whole sheet of blue magma with no fixed form, the Phaethon, the god of flames.

These were the gods Eiffel could name, and behind them, more of the more bizarre gods Efeld couldn't even name them.

These children, abandoned by the gods, roared and poured down from the sky like a tidal wave, with one goal: to destroy the godhead of Marat, the god of the hunt, and Efeld was guarding it.

Unable to retreat, and with no helper for the time being, Efeld swung Shahram to meet him, and the Cybertrons' powerful computing power allowed him to hit the core of a god with every swing of his weapon, and also to collect energy for Cybertron's revival while adding nourishment to the astral plane.

On the other side, the Primordial Celestial Venerable was preoccupied with cracking the mechanism left by the gods on Aknasim's body, and he had to be very careful, because once the mechanism was touched, the spark wrapped in Aknasim's core would be extinguished.

So, on a small land in the astral realm, there was a strange scene, on one side was a fierce fight, a clash of blood and fire, and on the other side, an old man composed of light held a ball and thought.

However, as time passed, the colorful points of light in the sky did not decrease in the slightest because of Efeld's killing, but increased more and more, and every time Efeld killed a group, another group of gods would immediately pounce from the sky, filling the gap caused by the killing.

In the meantime, several Aknasim have been killed by Efeld's metal core, and every time this happens, Efeld's spark will shrink violently. Those who were killed by his own hands were all compatriots, the only remaining hope for the Cybertron race.

"Little one, hold on a little longer, and I'll be fine in no time. ”

The voice of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable turned into a wave band and came from the side, his body composed of light became more and more brilliant, and the energy of the fire source also glowed with his body, slowly injecting into the core of the mechanical god. (To be continued......)