In autumn in the primeval forest, the leaves are constantly falling from the sky like rain.

Unfortunately, there is a poignant view in this atmosphere, and no one in the primeval forest will like it, because people know that when the leaves fall off, winter is coming.

Without the protection of the gods, without extraordinary power, human beings are so small in the face of the power of nature.

Outside of the Qin tribe, everyone was afraid of the coming winter, except for one teenager.

"Is this what the teacher called the cradle of becoming a god? There are even four seasons changing? But such four seasons should not be under the jurisdiction of those gods, right?"

The boy looked at the strange world with curiosity, as if he didn't care about the dangers in the forest.

"Roar!"

At this moment, in the midst of an angry roar, a large snake suddenly sprang out of the thick yellow leaves on the ground, and bit at the young man with his back to it.

"Huh?"

The young man's expression was stunned, and his body jumped out at an incredible speed, and at the same time, with a touch of his hand on his waist, a metal cylinder the thickness of an arm appeared in his hand.

With a muffled sound, a human head-sized fireball suddenly erupted from the hollow cylinder, and the powerful force directly made the big snake soar into the air, slamming into the ground with the smell of roasted meat.

"Hoo ......"

The young man let out a long breath of turbidity and swept the metal cylinder in his hand:

"It's really an incredible alchemy creation, just by using the most basic rules between heaven and earth, it can burst out with such power. ”

"It's a pity, in order to avoid any traces of divine power in my body, I have to keep my body and soul pure, otherwise with my previous strength, such a beast can be solved by raising my hand. ”

The young man shook his head and sighed, but in his hand he carefully put away the alchemy creation.

"This thing, but the key to my becoming a god......"

The young man sighed, and the next moment his eyes froze, and as soon as his ears moved, he turned around suddenly, and after making a defensive movement, he burst out into the jungle:

"Come out for me!"

Amid the sound of branches rubbing, an unkempt primitive appeared in front of the boy and gestured at him, muttering something in his mouth.

"The First People!"

The young man's eyes flashed with joy, and he let go of his original guard, but his dexterous fingers quietly pressed on the alchemical creation on his waist.

Suddenly, surging flames erupted, turning into twelve wings of different colors and spreading behind the young man.

The wings stirred, and in the colorful flames, the boy's body levitated.

"My name is Emperor Yan, the emperor of infinite flames, the great true god of the world, and the ignorant human ......"

Looking at the terrifying young man, the primitive man gestured his arm excitedly, but the young man still didn't understand what he said.

After thinking about it, he ate a leaf of the Tree of Wisdom, and suddenly, he understood what the Primordial People on the other side were saying.

"Your Highness the Flame Monarch, are you back? Your followers need you......"

In the excitement, the primitive man still howled and cried.

The young man was all stunned, what the hell, what is the Flame Monarch, didn't I say that I am the Yan Emperor?

Also, how can there be a god in the cradle of godhood?

Isn't it supposed to be the same as in the Wild Days, with simple rules and infinite possibilities?

A flame monarch made the boy completely messy.

With an embarrassed and polite smile, the young man looked at the primitive man:

"My name is Emperor Yan......"

"Well, take me to your tribe, mortal. ”

Under the leadership of the primitives, the boy finally came to the tribe where the primitives were, and he believed that with his superiority, the primordial people would definitely believe that he was a god.

But in the so-called tribe, the boy was messy again......

There are only a dozen people in this tribe, and they can't even meet the minimum requirements for becoming gods.

In the mess, the boy was a little skeptical about life, but he also knew that this time he ventured into the cradle, either becoming a god and leaving, or being torn apart by the owner of the cradle in anger.

With only two options, the boy showed his strength while inquiring about the information in this cradle.

Soon, the boy's face became bright.

"MD, every cradle can only be opened once in hundreds of years, not to mention the ownerless, how can this kind of owner sneak in two outsiders?"

"Damn, the teacher almost used all his resources and strength to get me here, how did they do it!"

God knows how much the boy's teacher paid to get here.

I thought that after becoming a god, all the efforts would be rewarded, but now it seems that I have become a god of chicken feathers!

That outsider, a being who became a god in the name of the Lord of the Stars, has unified this forest!

In other words, in this cradle of godhood, transcendent power has appeared, and the concept of god and power has appeared in the hearts of this heaven and earth and the primordial people.

I have given up all my strength, my body and soul are pure, but I don't have enough strength to build my faith?

With that alchemy creation, don't make trouble, the gods of others are already able to summon thunder.

"How did the name of a god like the Lord of the Stars have anything to do with Thunder?"

The boy was already mad with despair.

It's like going up to you and telling you that America is a paradise, and you have to smuggle in with all your wealth, only to find out that you are going to Mexico......

"I'm really the Emperor of Yan! from the Divine Kingdom of Flames......

"The Flame Monarch is also a god in the Flame Kingdom, but you must know that the Emperor is more powerful than the King. ”

In despair, the boy did not give up hope, and he planned to use the name of the Flame Monarch to establish his own faith.

At this moment, several warriors wearing fiberglass armor suddenly fell from the sky, looking at a group of filthy believers, a warrior shrouded in armor, and a cold voice came from under the mask:

"Heresy, my lord is merciful, fearing that you will not survive this winter, and therefore allow you to become slaves of the tribe. ”

A group of heretics who had just been fooled by the young man and believed a little bit saw the warrior wearing the armor of the Kingdom of God, and immediately hid behind the young man in horror.

The young man's face was wonderful, and he looked at the warrior who was burning with the aura of starlight, and an ugly smile appeared on his face:

"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't with them?"

Boom!

The answer to the young man was the fierce punch of the Qin warrior.

"Take them all! This person is a little strange, bring it back and give it to Lord Qin to decide. ”

These were the last words the teenager heard before he fell unconscious.