Main hall.

The two demigods sat on stone chairs, listening to the news coming from all sides.

"madness!"

The demigod Sak, who has the blood of the god of wind, shouted angrily:

"Morton, this brainless idiot, actually acted on his own without discussing it with us?"

"Morton is dead?" Leopold, who possesses the blood of the God of Hunting, said with a fixed gaze, "It seems that Dousha also possesses the blood of a certain god, or his strength is close to that of a lower god."

"pity……"

He sighed, "Morton didn't tell us before he took action. His death was unclear, so we didn't even understand his methods."

He didn't care whether Morton lived or died.

But it was a worthless death! If he had been informed in advance, he could at least have learned about his opponent through Morton and prepared for the next move.

At that time, two of the gods' followers managed to escape, but they fled in a hurry and did not see what method Dousha used to kill Morton.

"snort!"

Sack snorted coldly:

"He is just a piece of trash with a pig brain!"

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Leopold waved his hand. "If they can kill Morton, they have the power to threaten us. Even if the two of us join forces, we may not be completely sure."

“Boom…”

Before he finished speaking, a deafening roar was heard outside the hall, accompanied by a familiar smell.

"Um?"

Sack looked up, murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Changlong!"

"It's me!" As the stone door of the hall was blown open by the howling wind, a big man about three meters tall appeared in the city. He glanced at the two demigods and said in a muffled voice: "I heard that Dousha has come to your territory and killed the demigod Morton. Do you want to join forces?"

"As for what happened between us..."

"It won't be too late to bring it up after we resolve the 'fight and kill'!"

Sack raised an eyebrow.

He had fought with the other side many times over the years, and although he did not hold much hatred against him, he had never thought of joining forces.

"Can!"

Before he could speak, Leopold nodded first and suppressed Sack's dissatisfaction with one hand.

"Since Dousha has threatened to kill all the gods' followers, he is the enemy of all of us."

"In order to deal with him, we can temporarily put aside the grudge between us!"

"but……"

"How are you going to cooperate?"

"Heh..." Changlong walked to a stone chair, sat down with his big horse and golden sword, and said in a muffled voice: "I didn't expect that we would have the opportunity to join forces."

"Report!"

Before the three of them formally discussed how to join forces, the followers of the God of Wind hurried over to report.

"'Fighting Kill' has arrived at the Lengli Valley, where two of the gods' followers who spread their faith died."

"He is currently fighting against the Creator's technological army. It is predicted that he will be able to break out of the siege within half a day."

?

“So fast!”

Sack frowned:

"Since Morton was killed, Dousha's progress has been getting faster and faster."

"Perhaps, he feels that the demigods are no longer a threat to him, so he stopped saving his energy." Leopold's face was solemn: "Changlong, I remember that you have a group of dragonborns who specialize in killing?"

"That's right." Chang Long raised his eyebrows: "One hundred and eight dragon descendants, the weakest of them has the strength of the middle stage of the first level, and their auras are connected to each other."

"If they form a battle formation, even I won't be able to get out of it unscathed."

"Then please make the first move." Leopold said:

"While the Creator's technological army is here, if the three of us join forces, we can take it down in one fell swoop!"

“Hehe…” Changlong sneered: “Once you leave Lengli Valley, it’s your territory. It’s still a long way to my place. If we want to make a move, you should be the first to make the move.”

"Changlong." Leopold sighed, "You know very well that dragonborn are much easier to create than the gods' followers."

"Besides, we are now prey on the same rope. If we cannot join forces and instead take care of ourselves, we will be killed one by one, and it will be too late to regret it then."

"Low-level dragonborns are easy to come by, but high-level dragonborns are just as difficult to give birth to." Changlong still shook his head: "No!"

…

After a long negotiation, both sides made concessions.

Changlong will send his dragonborn to take action, and the Alliance of Dragonborn Gods will find a way to make up for the losses after this battle.

in addition.

The gods' followers will also be there to assist.

* * * Cold Valley.

The terrain here is extremely strange.

It is said that.

The gods of fire and ice once fought here, causing the earth's crust to shift and forming mountains thousands of miles long.

Countless technological armies swarmed out from the sky, the ground, and underground, and frantically attacked a human figure.

Lasers, heavy artillery, energy beams, heavy particle guns...

"boom!"

The earth shook and mountains collapsed.

Carl's body was wrapped in flames, and his fighting spirit roared out. Every time he clapped his hands or threw a punch, he could blast out an open area of ​​more than ten miles in length.

The sturdy steel chariot seemed as fragile as a piece of paper in front of him and flew away with just a wave of his hand.

Heart Buddha Palm! Heavenly Wolf Magical Body Technique!

Aura of fear!

Extinguish the flame!

…

Relying on the ninth level of Holy Demon Transformation and a golden body tempered with 100 source power, Carl charged across the battlefield.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Carl leaned back and his steps had to stop.

Gundam?

What appeared in front of them were two humanoid mechas about a hundred meters tall, with plasma shields wrapped around their bodies.

"Oh……"

Carl exhaled lightly, and rushed out again in a flash.

"Bang!"

"Pom Pom!"

Each of his punches could shatter a mountain, and his strength was condensed with the support of the mysterious method of the Heart Buddha Hand.

Punch out,

The naked eye can actually see the illusion of space collapse.

Even though the humanoid mecha used its full strength to activate its core energy source, it was still suppressed by Carl.

“Crack…”

"boom!"

It didn't last long before a humanoid mecha was blown to pieces.

And accompany it.

It is a blinding, violent light.

A surge of power that could destroy a small star flashed inside the Frigid Valley, instantly enveloping Carl.

“Swish!”

A streak of light ignored time and space, and brought Carl to the edge of the explosion.

Divine Artifact——The Spindle of the Goddess of Fate!

"A fifth-level or even sixth-level artifact."

At the back of the battlefield, the demigod Leopold looked solemn: "He left the battlefield at a speed comparable to teleportation. If we can't restrict his method, there is no way to keep him."

"No problem." Changlong touched his head and grinned, "The power of the Dragon God can suppress anything that claims to be destiny, unless he takes us with him."

"It seems that watching the battle in advance is still beneficial." Leopold's face relaxed slightly, and he nodded, "If I didn't know that he had this method, I would definitely get into trouble once I encountered him."

While talking.

Dragonborn flew in from afar, formed into a long river, and rushed towards where Carl was.

Dragon power!

One hundred and eight dragon descendants, even if only a small number of them are blessed by the dragon, they are still an extremely terrifying force.

The dragon's might is superimposed.

Even a demigod couldn't help but stiffen.

Carl, who had just escaped from the explosion, groaned and could only resist the rushing Dragonborn.

"Bang!"

"boom……"

It can crush all the previous power that falls on you.

Carl's body was instantly torn into pieces and bloody, and the flames and fighting spirit outside his body were shaking wildly.

"What a strong body!"

Changlong frowned:

"His physical strength is not inferior to mine, but his recovery ability is much stronger than mine. If we fight one-on-one..."

He shook his head slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense.

"If Dousha is not strong, he can't kill Morton."

Sack spoke slowly: "But it doesn't matter..."

"Let the technological army, the Dragonborn, and the lower-level followers of the gods wear down his strength and test his methods. When he reveals a flaw, we will make the final move. The final victory will eventually belong to us."

(End of this chapter)