"Huh?"

The god of art and reptiles is a rather unpopular god of weak divine power.

There are few believers, and he is still a non-combat god, so it can be estimated that the combat power of this product is not much higher.

Not to mention that Wren is now a god, even if he is not a god, just relying on his legendary combat power at that time, this will most likely be a 'comparable' opponent.

What really caught Wren's attention was not the art and the reptilian god itself, but the meaning of his arrival on the continent of Kaos.

Wren gathered seven disciples, looked like testing disciples, and asked leisurely: "Do you think that this is the Chaos Discovery, and it is the Kaos Continent that supplies the army of order ahead?" ”

The seven disciples all fell into deep thought, and this time it was Fundak who spoke first: "Master, I don't think so. ”

Wren asked rhetorically: "Reason?" ”

"According to Perro's side, every time a world is found to supply the Order Alliance, Chaos will send a large army to destroy it. This time it's the god of bugs...... The disciple can only say that it is not like ......"

"Does anyone add?" Wren swept his gaze over the other disciples.

Harry said cautiously, "I think if it was the master who made a move this time, maybe it would have caused the Chaos Lord to react." ”

"Tell me."

"Yes!" Harry began his analysis, "I suspect that the Chaos Demons must lack good communication with each other due to the nature of Chaos. Unlike our gods of order, we can directly communicate over a long distance through divine thoughts. Chaos Demon ...... IMHO, they have their own ideas on every leg, in every brain. ”

"Poof." Harry's statement was so strange that Flora couldn't help but burst out laughing, and she quickly apologized.

Wren felt that this statement was learned from him, and it was part of the cultural export.

Judging from the experience gained from the other Chaos Demons, as well as the demigod Chaos Demons they had dealt with before, it seemed that this was the case. Each Chaos Demon does have a subject. On the other hand, due to the fusion of multiple different existences, the Chaos Demon's way of acting is quite ghostly. Ten thousand Chaos Demons have ten thousand different forms, and it is common for them to stumble on their own.

Chaos Demons are more known for their resistance to fights, tenacious vitality, and extreme aggressiveness.

It would not be unusual to say that they have lost the 'orderly' ability to communicate over long distances because they have fused and devoured too many other individuals.

Wren cupped his cheeks, his eyes flashing with playfulness: "Then tell me, why did the Chaos Demon with [God of Art and Reptiles] as the core come back?" ”

At this time, Barende came out: "I have been exquisite, Kaos is his hometown. ”

"The Long Road...... Homecoming? ”

Many dragons in this world have the custom of returning to the dragon's tomb as much as possible before dying, and they are willing to help their companions return to sleep in the last moments of their lives. Of course, this is limited to the orderly and neutral, and the chaotic teasing dragons don't have this custom, and most of the evil ones don't.

Wren glanced around the disciples' faces and nodded, "Okay then, I see what you mean." This time, I'll leave it to you. Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, and after you have discussed it, go and find enough arguments to prove your point of view. ”

"Yes!" The seven disciples said in unison.

……

How terrible is a god who has fallen into chaos?

Vander, the god of art and reptiles, is telling the world in person.

"Whew...... Purr ...... Ga ......" muffled voices were coming from the three mouths of this giant humanoid being, who was not human, god or god.

This is an existence that makes mortals fall into madness and die violently at the first glance.

The chaotic aura distorted everything in the horizon, and at most, mortals saw a vague and huge figure from a distance, and then their minds would be filled with irrepressible illusions.

Someone saw a chameleon playing a harp with a large tongue sticking out......

Someone saw a praying mantis singing like scratching glass......

Some people also saw a grasshopper jumping on the drum and making a thunderous drumming sound......

Without exception, these mortals bled to death through seven holes.

The far north of the northeast of the continent has nothing to do with orcs, this is a typical barren land, and it is extremely difficult for both humans and monsters to survive.

Only a small number of barbarians who did not want to be under the jurisdiction of the Karak Empire lived here.

It wasn't that there were no barbarians who launched a brave charge against this terrible being, but in the end they all became unplanned suicides.

The existence below the master level is basically a spike if you get close.

Only a handful of barbarians kept their senses, and they rode fierce horses, keeping a distance of more than a kilometer, following this terrifying presence far away, and reporting it to the nearest church of light.

Soon, the Church of Light sent a scout team led by the legendary powerhouse Holy Warrior.

Just a hundred meters closer to its body, it was driven back by the intense chaotic aura.

"That's a true God, at least it was. Because I saw the once sacred object of the [God of Art and Reptiles], a golden harp. The legendary powerhouse reported to the Downs with trepidation.

"And then?"

"That thing cut the upper half of his god's body into a pile of strips of meat."

“……”

It's too evil!

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was concerned about the stability of the Kaos world, under normal circumstances, Wren would rather let this thing go around on this ice field where birds don't for the rest of his life.

When the seven brothers and sisters of physics approached this thing, everyone found that the situation was even more disgusting than what the legendary powerhouse said. On that huge harp, the dense strings cut the upper body of the god like a large stack of paper.

On the 'every page' of the body, a large number of other beings are pieced together and pasted.

At this scene, Rennes, who watched the screen, felt a big drop in san.

Wren couldn't help but complain to Luna beside him, "Do all the fallen Chaos gods look so 'chic'?" ”

Luna sighed, "That's settled, at least we can recognize him in human form on the lower half of his body." ”

Wren rolled his eyes: There are still masters?

He really didn't want to face this thing if he could.

If you lose, you will be unlucky, and if you win, you will lose your SAN value.

If you can't recover the divinity and divinity fragments, you're making a good deal.

By this time, the Downs had approached the thing, about three or four hundred meters away.

Downs very safely opened a portal first, ready for his younger siblings to run away at any time, and then he began to set up a cannon.

That's right, that's right!

It was the barrel of an eight-pounder cannon.

The barbarian Gontya carried the barrel of the cannon in this way, using it as a human gun carriage himself, and let Downs stuff a huge cannonball into the barrel.

Wren had a divine thought, and the picture of the peeping screen suddenly zoomed in.

He, Luna, and Sophia could clearly see that the barrel of the cannon was inscribed like a cheat sheet with various physical formulas as 'rifling', and then the black cannonball was painted with a two-dimensional angel with a very two-dimensional style.

There is another sentence below [Hello opponent, this is my argument]!

(End of chapter)