A young god who is not yet born and is as clean as white paper, and a magic pen that doesn't know what the principle is, but seems to be able to define the initial thing.

If this Wei Mu doesn't play it, he will be so sorry for himself.

However, Wei Mu was also worried that scribbling things in a hurry would cause logical loopholes, which would lead to some uncontrollable results, so he directly set a ready-made template.

The Hollow Knight, a Hallownest world composed of bugs, the old god named Radiant infected the bugs with a dream plague, purged them of independent thoughts, and turned them into an empty shell, and the protagonist Little Knight is the vessel that seals the Radiant, a higher being from the hand of God and the Void.

This Nima is too much in line with the status quo.

Label the unborn baby god a "fragile flower" with a happy ending, and let it kill the Great Devourer.

Wei Mu was so excited that even his writing hand was trembling, and Vulcan on the side was protecting Wei Mu to the death, not letting the Great Devourer interfere with him.

Looking at the young man in front of him struggling to write, Vulcan was in a trance for a while.

He seemed to see a golden giant, a flawless human being, with the coldness of "those who want to achieve great things, their relatives can also be killed", and the ambition of "one will achieve ten thousand bones", and he is silently planning his own grand plan for hegemony.

Then, he saw an ordinary black-haired middle-aged man with a bitter gourd face, as if he was a patriarch who was entangled in heavy duties, with a faint sadness between his eyebrows.

It was the figure of his father, the Emperor of Humanity.

But Vulcan couldn't tell which of the two figures was the emperor's true appearance, and the difference between the two was so huge.

The only thing that is certain is that it is indeed His power.

The connection between the Great Devourer and the Young God was forcibly severed by the holy golden energy, and the God of Ten Thousand Arms felt untold pain and was forced to let out a terrible wail.

The terrifying sound swept through the entire subspace like a tsunami, and some untrained psykers' consciousness was suddenly violently impacted, and they directly turned into demented fools.

Soon, all the inhabitants of the Sea of Souls realized in an instant what had happened - the Great Devourer was injured.

The dark gods laughed wildly.

They were happy to see what was going on, and they were already preparing for the spoils.

Of all these forces, it was undoubtedly the Greenskins who were the most affected.

Even though the Green Prophet had promised that they would lead him to bleed that god-like being, they were convinced of it.

But when this scene actually happened in front of their eyes, the greenskins were still shocked.

It was such a brilliant victory.

The greenskins are elated, rejoicing, and huge waaagh! The energy swelled dramatically in subspace, making it possible for even those who existed at the edge of the galaxy to see the green frenzy.

As the leader of this greenskinned army, the purest waaagh! All the energy converged on the ironskin, causing its form to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ironhide didn't know what was happening to him, he just felt that everything around him suddenly began to become so small, even the originally large canned dried shrimp felt like a fart at the moment.

As for the original fart, the tooth biting boy who followed it could only be compared to its toes.

In addition, Iron Skin felt that his body was filled with endless power, and that feeling of invincibility, as if there was no one in the world who could stop it.

If it is allowed to fight a hive overlord again, it can easily crush the opponent to death, just like crushing a cockroach that lives in a battle shack.

Everyone watched the changes that took place on the iron skin's body in a daze, holding their breath and being shocked by its formidable power.

It is like the incarnation of the second brother Mao in the mortal world, and the wild instinct flutters in the body.

But there's one guy, Tooth Gritting Boy, an iron-skinned butt who has a different attention span than everyone else.

Generally speaking, the fart spirits, as the more despicable beings in the green-skinned society, are not qualified to speak on such occasions.

But I don't know why, gritting his teeth always feels that he has something to say that is not unhappy.

I don't know where I got the courage from it, a fart spirit, suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet situation.

"Satoshi...... Clever...... Smart boy! ”

It said in a rambling voice.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone present instantly shifted to it, some curious, some surprised.

It was an almost forgotten word by the orcs, a creature that only existed in legends.

Gritting Tooth was a little panicked, it was the first time it had become the focus of the crowd, and the circle around it was a super boss in its eyes.

However, the ghost sent the gods, and it dared to continue to speak: "I think that only a smart boy can cultivate a giant, isn't it? ”

Gritting teeth's voice was timid, and his tone was cringe, but the orcs present were all like lightning strikes, as if their locked heads suddenly opened, and their whole bodies were opened to the second pulse of Ren Du.

Powerful orcs will have a special dream.

A dream that they can't tell, that they can't tell, that it's full of fungi, green, great wars, and powerful armies.

They dream of a group of giants fighting across the galaxy.

It was a real orc, a perfect orc, leading the surging tide of great green, battling fierce battles against unimaginably powerful enemies, and by the way, dyeing one world after another in their colors.

The greenskins were so powerful at that time that they shone enough to dim even the stars.

But then, the war ended, and the Great Green Tide came to a standstill.

The greenskins who have lost their target don't know what to do, so naturally, they start fighting each other.

From the giants beating each other like comets, down to the snot spirits biting each other with their claws and fangs, and they killed each other like this, and no one told them that they should stop until the giants were all dead.

No orc has ever grown to that extent.

Whenever an orc grows close to the sky, the surrounding enemies will unite to kill it.

This went on for a long, long time, until now, the giants, along with the great war, have become an ancient legend that is out of reach.

But at this moment, a giant orc appeared in front of everyone.

They witnessed its birth with their own eyes, just as they witnessed the return of the age of mythology.

This steely reality has a great mental impact on the Greenskins, who agree with Gritted Tooth.

For countless years, the reason why there have been no more giant orcs among the stars is precisely because there are no smart boys to guide them to grow.

If they want to be what they should be, they need to be guided by smart boys.

And their green prophet is actually a smart boy.

(End of chapter)