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"Haha~" The old evil couldn't help laughing, and then he asked with a smile: "Then you didn't think about helping your master at that time?" Aren't you afraid that after he dies, you will be left alone in the dark realm?"

"Of course I'm afraid, so I also want to help him, in fact, as long as he stays in my illusion tent, with the little divine power I have left at that time, even if it is a group of demigod-level Dark Hell Three-headed Dogs, I will definitely not be able to help him!" Marat then said sadly: "But who knew that this idiot didn't even give me a chance to speak, as soon as he saw that group of Dark Hell Three-headed Dogs, he immediately turned around and ran, and threw my tent there!" He didn't want to think about it, how could he, a little legendary mage, run past a demigod-level demonic beast? The result is good, not to mention that he himself has become someone's snack, and even I have become a prisoner of the other party, staying in that dark cave for tens of thousands of years, until I meet you! During this period, my remaining divine power has been constantly consumed by the corrosive air of the Dark Domain, if it is a few more days, maybe I will become the first artifact soul to be trapped alive in the Dark Domain!"

"Haha, in that case, I'm your savior!" the old evil immediately laughed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"That's right, at least in this plane, I can still absorb energy and recover slowly, but in that bird place in the dark realm, I can only consume my own strength!" Marat then suddenly said: "However, respected master, although I can attack and recover, but the speed is too slow, you see, can you help me?"

"Help you?" said curiously, "What can I help you?"

"Help me replenish my demonic powers!" Marat said hurriedly.

"Then how can I help you?" asked the old evil curiously.

"It's very simple, as long as you pile the magic crystals under my body!" Mara smiled, "I can absorb the magic power in it myself and transform it into my own divine power!"

"Then what kind of magic crystal do you want?" said the old demon with a frown.

"It doesn't matter what your caste is, even the dark magic crystals you've piled up with me!" Marat replied with a smile.

"Any caste can be?" said the old evil with a little surprise: "I can't see it, your teeth are really good!"

"Hey!" said Marat, smugly, "this is one of the greatest inventions that created my master, Lord Marat!"

"The God of Travel is still good at inventing these things?" asked the old demon curiously.

"Of course, my master likes to engage in all kinds of fun things the most, if it weren't for these things that delayed his cultivation, he wouldn't have been so weak, and he was beaten to death by a group of demigods, alas, it's so shameless!" Marat said a little depressed.

"Alas, it's a pity, your own strength is the foundation of self-preservation!" the old evil also sighed regretfully, and then asked again: "Then how many magic crystals do you need?"

"Dear master!" said Marat, flatteringly, "why don't you give me all of that?"

"What? It's all for you?" The old evil became angry when he heard this, and scolded directly: "How can this be done, there are hundreds of tons! And they are all high-grade magic crystals, you are not afraid of supporting yourself to death?"

"How can it be? Even if it is a few thousand tons of high-grade magic crystals, it is not enough for me to eat?" Mara immediately cried out: "Master, you don't know how big my appetite is, let me tell you, even if I eat all your inventory, I can only restore about one percent of my strength!"

"What, after eating hundreds of tons of high-grade magic crystals, you can only recover about one percent of your strength?"

"No way, who called my body strong!" Marat said with some smugness.

"Strong?" the old evil frowned, and then immediately said, "Then let me ask you, if you eat those hundreds of tons of magic crystals, how much will your strength increase?

"Of course, there is absolutely no problem!" Marat immediately said proudly: "As long as you can get them in, let alone one, even three or five, there will be absolutely no problem!"

"Really?" the old evil hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll give you those magic crystals, you must not let me down, otherwise, you won't even want to get even a small piece of magic crystals in the future!"

"Understood, understood, sir, you can rest assured!" After Mara finished speaking, the entire crystal suddenly flashed white, and then, hundreds of tons of magic crystals that were originally placed outside suddenly appeared in the hall, paving a layer several meters high.

"Haha, it's finally time to have a big meal!" Marat shouted excitedly as he shot out countless white tentacles made of light. These tentacles, hundreds of meters long and feet thick, kept stroking back and forth on the magic crystal, absorbing the energy inside.

At first, the tip of the white tentacle will be dyed black by the dark magic crystal energy, but when the black energy is directed along the tentacle to the crystal, the color will gradually fade, and by the time it enters the crystal, it has already turned white. In this process, the essence of energy also became completely consistent with the divine power of the crystal origin.

And those magic crystals that had been touched by tentacles gradually became smaller at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. After about half an hour, all the magic crystals in the entire hall had been swallowed by Marat.

The old evil looked at the clean ground, and felt distressed for a while. Then he said, "Marat, are you eating?"

"Hey, it's okay!" said Marat, a little smugly.

"Just eat well!" said the old evil angrily, "but why haven't I seen any change in you?"

"Haha, dear master, of course I have changed, and it is a huge change, but here, you can't see it! Marat then laughed and said, "Now, please let me send you out so that you can see how I have changed!"

As he spoke, a two-meter-diameter, white energy tray suddenly appeared under the feet of the old evil, which supported the old evil and flew up gently, and when it was about to reach the roof, a round door suddenly opened at the top of the house, allowing the old evil to get out of it.

With the help of the tray, the old evil soon came outside, and immediately, he was directly shocked by the scene in front of him.

It turns out that the kingdom of God at this time is completely different from when the old evil came. Not only is the area dozens of times larger, but there are also many more mountains, many of which have snow-capped peaks, and the scene is extremely spectacular.

And what shocked the old evil the most was the city under his feet that was completely built on a big tree. It is a peculiar city, the streets are the branches of large trees, each street is extremely wide, and the branches on both sides of the street are connected with tall and majestic buildings. The smallest of these buildings is tens of meters high, and the largest is thousands of meters, which is the building at the foot of the old evil, which is composed of layers of exquisite houses, and even a large lake, plus the thorny city walls on the edge, to be precise, this is actually a huge castle at all.

The big trees that carry the city cover an area of hundreds of miles, and they are divided into several layers with many branches, which directly leads to the fact that there are so many buildings that the old evil can't count them. At this time, the old evil knew that the god of radiance said that there were 30 million people living here in its heyday, and it was indeed not blown.

You know, Marat has just recovered one percent of his strength, and he can conjure up this kind of metropolis that can live in at least a few million people, so if he fully recovers his strength, it will definitely be no problem to live in 30 million people!

Because the old evil was located at an extremely high position, he didn't know how the big tree under his feet had to grow to drag such a big city, so he asked in a stunned voice after being stunned for a long time: "Marat, how big is the big tree under our feet?"

"Master, I have to say, you stopped me by asking this question!" Marat smiled bitterly: "Anyway, it's as big as you see now, I don't know how to report to you if you want to ask how big it is!"

"Then tell me how thick its trunk is!" said the old evil hurriedly.

"It now has hundreds of trunks, and the thickest trunk under your feet, about 2,000 meters or so. Marat immediately said: "It's a pity that my strength is still too small, if in its heyday, it has at least tens of thousands of trunks, and the thickest can be tens of thousands of meters!

"There are a lot of trunks?" The old evil was stunned for a moment, then he understood, nodded and said: "Ah, I understand, this tree is the same as the banyan tree, when the crown is too large, it will stick out its branches and stick it in the ground to act as a support!"

"I don't know what the banyan tree is, but what you said later is correct, it did have a lot of branches in the ground to finally support such a large city!" said Marat.

"The city is too big, but the buildings are too scattered, and the only way to get to and from each other is to follow the branches. How inconvenient is this?" The old evil then frowned and said, "If the two neighbors on the branches want to sit together and chat, I'm afraid they will have to travel dozens of miles!"

"Hehe, master, you can filter it!" Mara smiled: "The people who can live here are all powerful believers, and they can fly!"

"That's it!" the old evil suddenly realized, and then he was curious, "Even if this problem is solved, but such a loose layout still has a big hole in defense, right?"

"The battle between the masters and the gods is completely different from ordinary cold weapon battles. Once they fight, they will directly apply the forbidden spell, in the face of this powerful group attack spell, the crowd tactic is useless, so, on the contrary, this loose layout can minimize the loss!"

"I see!" the old evil nodded, and then continued to ask, "Then is there any defense in this city?"

"Of course there is! And it's an extremely strong defense!" Marat said proudly, "Master, now, please let me explain it to you slowly!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" the old evil immediately became interested.

"First of all, we need to talk about this big tree!" said Marat triumphantly, "Master, you must know that this wonderful tree capable of supporting a metropolis of 30 million people is certainly not ordinary, in fact, it is a product of alchemy. Definitely a masterpiece of my master!"

"Oh, is it?" the old evil immediately asked curiously, "What is it called?"

"This tree was named the World Tree by my master, which means that it can hold up a world. And the body of the World Tree is the distant ancestor of all the legendary plants, a section of the trunk of the Tree of Life!" Marat explained.

"The Tree of Life?" said the old evil in confusion, "What is this, why haven't I heard of it?"

"The Tree of Life is a sacred tree of ancient times, possessing great power, and is said to be the essence of the God of Life. However, in the War of the Ancient Gods, the Goddess of Life was lost, and her ontological Tree of Life was also destroyed, leaving only a core trunk that could not be completely destroyed. When my master found it, he used this trunk and some other precious materials to make such a big tree!" explained Marat.

"It's not small, so is this World Tree very powerful?" asked the old evil again.

"Of course, the World Tree is not just a support, in fact, it is also a weapon that can be used both offensively and defensively. Under my control, the World Tree can use thousands of different means to attack invading enemies!" Marat then said arrogantly, "If there is another well-trained army that I can command, it will be even more incredible, even if ten low-level gods attack, I am sure to deal with them!"

"Really?" asked the old evil curiously, "You have thousands of different attacks, can you cover it up for me?"

"Of course, please come here and watch!" said Marat, commanding the tray at the old demon's feet, and lifting him to the wall of the castle at his feet, and then he said to the old demon, "Do you see this wall?"

"See!" the old evil nodded and said, "It's just a row of big trees a few feet thick, I don't see any strong protection!"

It turns out that the so-called city wall is a neatly arranged tree, all of which extend from the branches of the World Tree. They were about a few dozen meters away from the ground of the castle, and there was even a few feet between them, enough for a horse to rush in.

But Marat then laughed and said, "Then please watch my little tricks, first of all, the Thorn Jungle!"

As soon as Marat's voice fell, the trunks of the row of big trees in front of the old evil suddenly shot out sharp wooden thorns, the wooden thorns were more than ten meters long, and the roots were about a foot thick. Judging by the metallic sheen on the wooden thorns, this thing must be incredibly hard.

And the number of wooden thorns in this batch was very large, and almost every tree was covered from top to bottom, so that the originally sparse row of city walls suddenly turned into a dense forest composed of countless wooden thorns. It is conceivable that if someone dared to rush in just now, they would definitely be stabbed to the skin.

Seeing this terrible scene, the old evil couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat secretly, and then said with a wry smile: "It's so powerful, is this kind of wooden thorn on every city wall?"

"Hehe, master, you still don't have enough courage! How can this kind of wooden thorn be installed only on the city wall? In fact, any part of the World Tree can shoot such wooden thorns, and the thicker the place, the longer the wooden thorns, and the harder they are!" Marat then laughed and said, "Besides, master, you must not be fooled by the appearance of these wooden thorns!"

"What's the matter?" the old evil immediately said curiously, "Could it be that these wooden thorns have any other mechanism?"

"Of course!" Marat then laughed, "These wooden thorns have tiny holes on the surface, and after piercing the enemy's body, I will choose different toxins to inject into them according to the different races of the opponent!

"Insidious enough!" the old evil then laughed, "But I like it! Tell me, is there anything else?"

"Yes!" Marat continued, laughing, "These wooden spikes are not fixed, and I can shoot them out when necessary, like magic missiles!"

"Haha, this is really a trick!" "The old evil immediately laughed, "And what about its range?"

"Oh, it depends on the size of the wooden thorns and the amount of divine power I release!" Mara smiled: "If I am willing, I can even let these wooden thorns that you see fly dozens of miles away!

"Well, I see!" The old evil then nodded and asked again, "So, do you have any other protective measures besides the wooden thorns?"

"Yes, I'm not talking about thousands of defenses!" Marat immediately laughed, "Look at this again!"

As soon as Marat's voice fell, he saw that the wooden thorns retracted one after another, and the trees suddenly grew countless flower bones, and finally bloomed into beautiful flowers more than half a foot long. Then the old evil smelled a refreshing fragrance, which lifted the spirit of the old evil.

However, the vigilant old evil held his breath for the first time, and then while checking his body, he said solemnly: "Is the fragrance of flowers poisonous?"

"Hehe, master, you're worried. Now it's a refreshing scent, I don't dare to murder you!" Marat then said again: "However, if it is a foreign invasion, then I'm sorry, Marat has no other skills, and his ability to prepare poison is definitely one of the best." The old master travels all over the world, and his favorite favorite is to collect all kinds of recipes, among which there are millions of poisons, whether it is the powerful anti-poison Light God Clan or the undead, I have the recipe to clean them up. So, in this world, there is almost no one I can't let go!"

"Ha, according to what you say, aren't you invincible in the world?" said the old evil immediately with amusement.

"Alas, of course you can't say that!" Mara said helplessly: "Although the toxin is powerful, it has little effect on masters above the demigod." It's not that I can't poison them, it's just that the poison that can poison the demigods is too precious, and I don't have much, so I can't use it on a large scale on the battlefield. However, the poisoning technique is still extremely effective against a large number of low-level troops. I remember that in the battle with the Nesser Offa Empire, I unexpectedly released a poison, and directly put down millions of enemy troops!

"Since your poison is so powerful, how did the people of the Netherofa Empire dissolve it?" the old evil immediately couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Alas, these shameless bastards, as soon as they saw that my poison was powerful, they simply didn't send people, and only attacked with lifeless mechanical puppets and various summoned creatures, while their ** divisions hid in the sky city and bombarded me with forbidden spells and magic cannons!" Mara said depressedly: "I have a body of toxin, but I don't have a chance to use it!"

"Really?" the old evil thought for a moment, and then said, "Are you weak in long-range attack, so there is nothing you can do about their Sky City?"

"Huh?" Marat was immediately surprised when he heard this, "Master, how do you know?"

"Do you need to ask, if your ranged attacks are also sharp, can you still let Sky City be arrogant?" said the old evil with a white glance at Marat.

"Alas, you're really right, master!" said Marat with a wry smile: "I was originally made for defense, and the old master only likes to travel around, and does not want to fight with others. Therefore, when designing, the main strength was used for protection, and as for the ability to attack, it cannot be said that there is none, but compared to my defense, it is much weaker! There is nothing to deal with ordinary enemies, but once it is against the pure battle fortress of Sky City, I show the problem of insufficient attack. ”

"Hearing you say that, it seems that Sky City is very powerful?" asked the old evil curiously.

"The city in the sky is naturally powerful, and what I hate the most is its super firepower, every city in the sky is equipped with at least tens of thousands of magic cannons, and more than 100,000. When the sky city is full of thousands of cannons, the power can be described as earth-shattering. Take the World Tree in front of you, don't look so big, but it can't stop the firepower of Sky City at all. It only takes a single salvo of a dozen sky cities to make this city disappear completely! And we were facing a sky city with more than three digits!"

"According to what you said, a few salvos of hundreds of sky cities were enough to blow the World Tree in its heyday to smithereens, so how did you fight with others at that time?" asked the old evil puzzled.

"Of course, it depends on people to fight!" Mara said: "You know, not only are there people in the Netherofa Empire, we also have a strong army! At that time, there were 300 million people composed of believers under the master's command, of which there were dozens of gods who had become gods, and there were tens of thousands of demigod masters. So, we're not vegetarians either!"

(To be continued)