The archipelago hovering in the depths of the void, the gladiatorial arena created by the vast power, whether for revenge, hunting for fun, or simply for fun—death and killing have become the eternal themes of this world.

At this time, after leaving the Elemental Sea, circumnavigating most of the circle, and avoiding the crowded area, Zhang Ke's scarlet eyes like a sea of blood stared at the blue and yellow "island" not far in front of him.

Although the restrictions from his activities prevented him from knowing it with a flicker of thought as he used to.

But the vigorous aura of water spirit that permeated the entire island also provided some vague aura to Zhang Ke, who arrived nearby—the wind and waves were calm on the island, and there was no trace of fighting and killing.

However, from Zhang Ke's bird's-eye view in the void, you can sometimes see the changing scenery of wind and clouds and turbulent waves.

Even, in the moment when he stopped, there was a wurm that had been stripped of its inner body and only its shell was left, struggling to break through the clouds, but before he could escape, he was grabbed back by the huge palm that broke through the sea of clouds immediately behind.

So here's the problem.

Between the eyes and ears, there is always one who has been deceived, and Zhang Ke has no conclusion in his heart about who is deceived, but he is ready to go down to see for himself.

When Zhang Ke made a choice in his heart, he tore off the appearance used to hide people's eyes.

With a red flame bursting, the figure that was wrapped in fire clouds and flying up also took the initiative to plunge into the gravitational range of the water island, and under the traction of the earth, turned into a red meteor and fell from the sky.

As soon as it broke through the atmosphere, the scorching heat ignited the elemental particles around it, causing a raging fire to ignite above the sky.

"What are you calling a dog?"

In the underwater fortress, Marco Hawthorne stopped the divine transformation technique in his hand and broke the beep of the siren.

The creation of scientific and technological civilization is unreliable, and the intelligence is too advanced to always think of rebellion every day, and the logic is a little backward is like a retard, and it will be called non-stop when it encounters a little wind and grass.

This is the 37th time he has been interrupted from the process of transformation surgery.

Marco Hawthorne was also a little confused, it stands to reason that he had gradually cleaned up this battlefield through his alchemical creations.

Whether it was an alien contestant, or all kinds of lives that were put into the battlefield in advance, anyone who had reached a certain refining value had been swept away by him.

In this way, it is time to create a quiet research environment for him to realize his ultimate dream, right?

No, no!

A succession of outsiders, constantly interrupting the transformation process.

And now it's hard to solve the accident that broke into the wurm species and continues the unfinished business, but another accident happened.

And as he broke away from the operating table with hundreds of alchemy mechanical arms hanging and a blur of flesh and blood to the outside, he immediately saw the strange data presented on the battlefield detector.

On a scan of the battlefield with an azure background, a high-hanging luminous body suddenly appeared.

Not too large in surface area, but with a density quality that is not inferior to that of stars, especially looking at this unconventional scan pattern:

"What the hell is this?"

In the high-brightened and blurred scan, the central area where light and heat meet, the source of its luminescence is faintly spelled into a human figure - the sun god?

As the thought came to mind, Marco Hawthorne's heart beat violently.

If his suspicions were true, he was in big trouble!

Sun.

As a necessary condition for the birth of life, it is at the core of almost every plane, and in the civilization where the gods survive, even if it is not a high god king, it should be one of the main existences supporting the god system.

The Civilization Battlefield event itself restricts the existence of the Masters of Civilization and some of the supermodels, preventing them from turning the event into a carnage show for these beings.

But rules are rules.

Except for the existence of the Lord of Civilization as the exact supermodel, no one can be sure where the upper limit of the strength of the divine beings in each civilization is.

After all, they are not players, and from the very beginning of everything they have a panel that follows them for strict stats (although the game's panels are not strict either).

But Marco Hawthorne can be sure that the ones who can carry the name of the sun, if not those supermodels, are probably the top ones in this event.

"Damn, why are you bothering me!"

Thinking of this tricky possibility, Marco Hawthorne opened his mouth angrily, but when the words fell, he suddenly found that the temperature of the air around him had risen from absolute zero to more than minus 100 degrees.

At the same time, he raised his head with a happy heart, and his uneasy eyes happened to see the halo on the detector that was gradually occupying the entire screen:

Is this to smash yourself?

Where did the earth bun god come from, and what age did he still use such backward means.

The gap in time flies.

In this way, it is as if the stars have fallen on the earth.

At the moment when the stars fell, everything was quiet on the island continent.

Immediately after that, the expansion of the strong light and the heat wave continued to spread, under the superposition of light and heat, the endless waters covering the continent were directly evaporated, and a large amount of steam turned into clouds and floated in the air.

This continent, submerged in endless waters, and the entire continent soaked in water, can finally show its head and breathe.

But for the continent itself, the rare refreshment was only fleeting, and it lost the protection of the current, and then it was burned by the intense and cruel light and heat, and large pieces of glass crystals were burned on the ground.

And after this experience, many of the methods that were originally placed on the surface of the continent and hidden by the waters were even more tragically destroyed.

Everywhere on the uneven ground, there were melted metal creations that melted into a paste, and deformed corpses that exuded an inexplicable fragrance, although there were still some creations that combined flesh and metal that were still capable of moving, and charged at him with teeth and claws.

But before they could get close to Zhang Ke, the sea of fire burning on the earth would become their graves, sending these unintelligent and chaotic creatures to where they were supposed to be.

Zhang Ke himself is constantly advancing towards the depths of the continent.

With his step, a faint breath took root from his body, and in a deafening roar, the charred earth was ploughed open, like tentacles of rake teeth constantly drilling deep into the ground, as if rummaging for something.

After walking dozens of steps, the earth that Zhang Ke had not yet set foot in the distance suddenly collapsed spontaneously, and under the flying earth and rocks, a magnificent figure rising from the ground attracted his attention.

"Name: Forbidden Creation, Evil Thing, Dragon of Hate (Mark Hawthorne)

Material (variety): Alchemy, Resurrection of the Undead, Transformation of Flesh and Blood, Life Input"

It is worthy of Bai Ze's relic, even if it is not a wilderness, or even an orthodox creature, it can give a rough result.

The only thing that made Zhang Ke a little regretful was that the information given by Bai Zezhijiao was pitiful except for the name, and from these few numbers, he probably understood that this was a corpse resurrected by technological transformation.

And when Zhang Ke looked up and down, he probably knew where the creatures and contestants who should have existed on this battlefield had gone

Technology is really the first development force!

Compared to the contestants who have been more or less restricted, this monster stitched together from the corpses of at least a hundred gods is really a bit of a dimensionality reduction blow.

Due to the rush of time, and the obviously irrational layout of some parts and the flesh that had not completely disappeared from the life, the fused abomination dragon did not reach the energy level it should have, and behind the long list of affixes was something that was clearly a human name.

Zhang Ke was very skeptical that this thing could reach the theoretical upper limit of its terrifying and hideous momentum.

But no matter what, the one in front of him is one of the few people who surpasses Zhang Ke in terms of size, except for Ying Long and Xingtian, even if he is under the law and the earth, he has only reached the chest position of this giant thing.

As a dragon species, even if it is a dragon corpse stitched up, its slender neck must occupy at least one-third of the body.

And it's worth mentioning that the dragon is a reptile.

"Damn it, damn it, why did you break into my testing ground, why were you aggressive, my research, my material was all because of you, and it turned out to be like this!"

"Either you can make an apology to discourage me, or I will use your flesh and bones, as a rib for my great plan!"

In the roar, the skull of a monster dragon with its head like a lifted octopus violently cocked a bone spur, and on the bone spur that flowed with red and white slime, a humanoid creature with no skin completely fused with the bone spur was muttering.

As his mouth squirmed, the pitch-black dragon let out a hoarse human voice.

Very nice and very energetic!

But if I give up this body and hide in the civilized lounge, how will Your Excellency respond?

That's what he said, but unlike other contestants, Zhang Ke, who forced the game to modify the terms for himself, although he was not afraid of death, he also lost the chance to be resurrected in this event, and life was still quite precious to him.

Zhang Ke's silent and vicious eyes pierced Marco Hawthorne's heart deeply.

If it weren't for the former's relentless investigation, who vowed to turn the entire continent over and find him, he wouldn't have been able to hastily complete the transformation and stitch himself into it.

Stitching together with a collection that has lost its potential for transformation is no less than turning a dog lover into an object of his affection.

Although he didn't do this, with the appearance of the other party digging into the bottom of the matter, and the chaos in the outside world, it was difficult for him to ensure his safety as an alchemist/mage when he was close to him, but Marco Hawthorne, who was affected by the hundreds of broken consciousness of the transformed gods, was already in danger at this time a string called reason in his head.

Gradually, the chaotic consciousness urged him to kill this uninvited guest if he couldn't get rid of it.

In a short time, it may be too late to separate himself from this imperfect creation, even if it costs a certain amount, but as a great alchemist, Marco Hawthorne has long been accustomed to trading everything he has equally during his long career of refining.

"Roar!"

When the pitch-black dragon charged, the raging sea of fire on the ground could not stop its momentum in the slightest, and the dragon's mouth, full of fangs and sharp teeth, was already brewing with chaotic and dangerous dragon breath.

And in the process of harnessing the dragon's charge, Marco Hawthorne, who re-hid in his brain and squeezed out a replacement, was also observing the enemy's movements.

When he saw Zhang Ke take out a quaint giant shield and a battle axe stained with the blood of a powerful enemy from a periscope perspective.

Marco Hawthorne's slime-soaked eyes burst with a visible glow.

Wisdom blocked by the limitations of magic briefly broke free of the seal, and he hoisted himself again, his eyes greedily looking at the shield axe between his hands.

It was a precious artifact that he had rarely been lucky enough to see even in the course of his long life, let alone possess it himself!

Just one look touched his collector's fetish!

Under the greedy desire of Marco Hawthorne, the dangerous breath that had been brewing in the dragon's mouth turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into nothingness, and the dragon body that was ignited by the sea of fire was a fierce man who stood up, and in a short to fleeting time, the sharp dragon claws grabbed straight at the round battle axe.

In an instant, the slashing battle axe and the plundering dragon claw collided violently!

"Boom!"

The tenacity of the dragon claws was somewhat beyond Zhang Ke's expectations, and the invincible axe blade only crushed the dragon scales on the surface, but did not cut off the damn minions.

But at the same time, Marco Hawthorne was also hit by an unprecedented amount of violence that hurt his arm.

The dragon claws that probed down were brutally beaten aside, and the dragon body that pounced down was even more stopped by the giant shield, and the magnificent dragon body that stretched for thousands of miles was directly carried up, and the huge pressure made the earth make an overwhelmed sound.

In the roar, deep canyons stretched into the distance.

And in this weird posture, Marco Hawthorne, who felt a tearing pain in his abdomen in the next moment, was thrown out directly before he could struggle!

"Knock knock!"

With a violent and dull roar, the earth collapsed in a piece.

With the sizzling sound of a plot of thousands of miles breaking away from the shackles of the continent and falling into the void to be rubbed by the chaotic air current, some of the contestants who were nearby but had not paid attention to the battlefield here before cast curious glances.

"It's so durable!"

While recalling the tiger spirit to reorganize his posture, Zhang Ke looked at the dragon-like god dragon who shook his head and shook his head, and the excited look in his eyes flashed.

Next Moment:

"Boom!"

The entire continental shelf is trembling!

With the shaking and collapse of the battlefield, the two sides who had probably tested each other's colors collided again, and the raging and tyrannical sea of fire and the turbid and dark death fought against each other.

The sudden dragon's mouth did not swallow the annoying head as desired.

The arm that grew from under his ribs dragged his head away before the crisis arrived, and the dragon could only be sprayed with hot blood, black and sticky blood staining the dragon's jaws, silently corroding the solid scales like the shells at the bottom of the ship.

But Marco Hawthorne was not aware of these subtle changes.

After failing to snatch it, although he was very excited about this precious set of shield and axe artifacts, he also knew that his will and combat habits could not control this terrible body, and only retained the condition of victorious awakening, so he decisively sealed his consciousness and handed over the dominance of the body to the cluster consciousness of the dragon itself.

As the pale dragon pupils were given color, the environment of the battlefield changed in an instant.

Completely controlled by instinct, the dragon truly unleashed the war potential of its body, and under that direct and tyrannical fighting style, each claw and tail carried a terrifying energy that could annihilate an entire continent!

With a flick of his tail, the devastated battlefield beneath his feet was torn apart.

Two behemoths that have lost their foothold have launched a bloody battle in the void!

The sea of fire is raging, the chaos is turbulent, and the "islands" that stand around are all encompassed by this gradually expanding bloody war.

Many beings who are fighting for life and death have not had time to react, they are dizzy and dizzy by the figure falling from the sky, or they are swallowed by the abyss giant mouth that is caught off guard.

The contestants had their hands on their backs and watched the fun.

There are also grumpy people who come forward directly and try to join the warband.

But the Dragon of Hate was originally Marco Hawthorne turned the Water Spirit Continent into a trap and killed hundreds of monstrous trolls stitched with divine life stitches in its path, even if it didn't have so many bells and whistles, and insidious and cunning intelligence, its massive planet-like body and terrifying strength alone were enough to sweep away all those who stood in its way.

Thanks to Marco Hawthorne's self-assertion, Zhang Ke, who has a certain number of special effects, is temporarily at a disadvantage, but the balance of the entire war has quietly begun to turn.

"Boom"

The thick darkness was split by a tomahawk.

The blazing fire burned the evil plague.

Everywhere the battlefield was stopped by them for a short time, and everywhere the beautiful battlefield was demolished by two violent elements.

The contestants had to suspend their strife and go into hiding while watching the fierce battle between the evil and the gods.

"Evil Dragon, I want you to help me practice!"

The bloodied head hanging from his waist laughed.

The dragon of hatred could not speak, but its simple instincts could detect the deep malice in the chaotic noise.

"Roar~"

In an instant, the wind blew, and crimson breath loomed through the throat.

"Boom!"

But in the next moment, the blood-stained Ganqi smashed the dragon's jaw, smashing the dragon's head off, and the dragon's breath, which should have been a clear goal, suddenly lost its proportion.

A crimson rainbow light swept through the void, and the roar was heard everywhere it passed.

(End of chapter)