The explosion was not followed by Vashtor's minions, the demons trapped in the machine and tormented did not appear.

At the bottom of the smooth circular area cleared by the demonic living bomb, a lone figure slowly emerged from the jagged web channel.

It was a crouched figure with a hammer in hand.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes and stared ahead, his first reaction was ecstasy, because Vashtor was so arrogant that he walked out alone at the beginning.

But then he was wary, for he did not think that Vashtor was a belligerent or stupid subspace demigod, a man who was cunning and cruel to the extreme, and who could not have come out alone to face himself without the certainty of his life.

"I'm not here to fight." The human head on Vashtor's body emitted a "material language" that Qin Mo could understand, "I cleaned up here with a bomb, just because those black stones made me feel uncomfortable, and it was difficult for me to clear my thoughts within the scope of the black stones, please understand." ”

Qin Mo held the chainsaw sword in one hand and the sword of the old woman in the other.

The former is just a weapon shaped by the reverence and fantasy of countless people in the Tyrone Star Region and the blood of the once Chaos Warlord.

The latter is a long sword made of the finger bones of the spirit gods, which can connect with other spirit gods.

He didn't listen to what Vashtor said, and while Kiliman was standing and mobilizing his troops, Qin Mo was scanning the nearby terrain everywhere, trying to find a path that would kill Vashtor instead of letting it escape.

Whatever the Vashtor in front of you is, you must try to kill it, in case it is the real Vashtor.

"In a repository in a network, the information of the star god named The Forge is there, and my lackeys and I privately call you the Founder."

As if using the hammer as a crutch, Vashtor's mechanical-flesh-and-blood body paced back and forth on the ground that had begun to become supernatural, and the human head hung spoke words that could be heard by psionic and soulless creatures alike.

Gentle and powerful.

"But I know very well what state you are, you are not a star god called a caster, you are a person who uses the essence of a caster."

"But I can't call you by your name, because that would be rude, so I'll call you by your followers' name, Lord of Tyrone."

As he said these words again, Vashtor paced to a far, far distance from the net door, and it didn't seem to have any hope of escaping with the help of the net channel when Qin Mo was in a rage.

This made Qin Mo puzzled.

"We're both good at technology, and the war between us was supposed to be dazzling and amazing, almost the high-end and complex combat mode of Paradise that was difficult to understand both tactically and strategically, but this is clearly not the case now."

"Whether it's in the Eye of Fear or in the real universe, our wars have become cruel and austere, do you know why?"

Vashtor abruptly threw out a question, but Qin Mo was not interested in this matter, so of course he didn't answer.

So Vashtor himself replied, "Because of the god of blood." If we go to war, my lackeys will have a hard-fought battle with you, for that's what the blood god wants to see. ”

"Because of the God of Blood."

"The influence of subspace on the real universe has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and no matter what we plan as the two sides involved in the war, in the end the war will become a cruel and simple mode."

"Before you actually start fighting, the warriors you infiltrate the hoops can still fire bullets that kill the enemy when they fight the enemy, and it's also because of the Blood God, which allows you to use material weapons that would otherwise have no effect in the Eye of Fear."

Hearing this, Kiliman interrupted Vashtor's words: "You have now taken refuge in the Blood God, and are you talking to us about how great it is?" ”

"No, of course not." "I'm just stating a fact, a fact that cannot be ignored, cannot be ignored, cannot be ignored. ”

Vashtor stepped further away from the net, knowing full well that the jagged decaying webway behind him was the only possible way out of his appearance, but it stayed away from it, not because of a mental game, but because of its prepared self-confidence.

"This is the power of the Blood God, one of the dark gods, about war."

Vashtor continued.

"Lord Tyrone, no matter how much the subspace creature beside you loves its father, no matter how much you pinch your nose in recognition of the sacrifice made by that icy sun...... You all have to admit one thing. ”

"Ten thousand years ago, the Cursed ...... The father of the subspace creature beside you, the fire and blood of his expedition is nourishing the blood god, everything that happens in the real universe reverberates in the subspace, and everything the cursed do nourishes the gods he hates the most. ”

"The ignorant and terrifying empire of mankind has allowed the cursed human species to live in hell, and the temptation and degradation of the human species while struggling in hell have made the human species itself a delicacy for the gods, and even the pain and remorse of the cursed when they see it are a source of pleasure for the gods."

"I'm not boasting about the gods, I'm just stating a fact about their power, nothing more."

Hearing this, a twisted hatred appeared on Kiliman's face under the helmet of the armor of fate, but his reason still made him as restrained as possible, and scolded Vashtor: "You are stalling for time, otherwise why are you saying this? ”

"Procrastinating for time? No, time means nothing to me, I can have the lackeys rush out and bite you before we meet, you have fought in the eye of fear so far, don't you even know the characteristics of this place? Vashtor responded.

Kiliman knew that, of course, but he didn't want Vashtor to continue his nonsense.

And the one who acted faster than Kiliman was Qin Mo.

The earth, which had begun to grow eyes, suddenly began to roll, and Vashtor, who was standing on the ground, was pulled in front of Qin Mo along with the ground under his feet in an instant, and then the old woman's sword and chainsaw sword were swung out at the same time, and the arms that were mixed with machinery and flesh and blood were instantly shattered.

But Vashtor was still talking.

"I'm just trying to make you realize that your real enemy is not a subspace god, but a subspace god who controls everything."

"The power of the gods, who control the productive forces of the material universe, can exert their power in the subspace to materialize everything that does not exist in the subspace, and this is the possibility of fighting the gods."

(End of chapter)