Low-end version system main god

Chapter 825

Seeing the blood jade-like ox hoof in Tamil's hand, Xi Tong wondered, this is the win?

Orcs are too good, right?
In Tamil's words, it's not that you play well, but that your opponent plays badly.

However, Xi Tong didn't think that the tauren chief was a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and it was absolutely impossible for his heirs to be killed just because they were controlled by others.

There must be some unknown reason.

Soon, the tauren chief was branded with the Terra Stone energy chip, and everything about it was presented to Xi Tong.

"I see!"

Cows, like foxes and tortoises, are all beasts with innate psychics. They have the talent of divination and can perceive the trajectory of fate—although it is only a tiny bit.

For example, in oracle bone inscriptions, "jia" refers to the tortoise shell, and "bone" refers to the bone of a cow.

The tauren chief's ability in this area is also very outstanding, so the moment the world channel was opened, it felt an ominous omen.

Before, my two eyes were fixed on the meat on the plate, but I didn't know that I was also on the dining table, let alone that the dining table was placed on a cutting board that was tens of thousands of times larger.

As the war progressed, the omen became clearer and heavier, leading him to make the hardest decision of his life.

Tauren chieftain, high god, 8-star peak, with 9-star potential.

In fact, being able to reach the Great Consummation of a rule and reach the cultivation level of a high god has the potential to aspire to 9 stars. The difficulty lies in the lack of foundation and accumulation.

Therefore, it will stun the mind.

But because of this, it was a blessing in disguise, and got close to the thickest thigh in the heavens and myriad worlds, although it was indirectly hugging the thigh.

Tamil held the blood hoof artifact, and it really was bleeding and drifting, killing millions of orcs in an instant.

"Who else!"

Hearing His Majesty's words, many barbarians present echoed "Who else", and their mounts roared and roared accordingly.

Finally, after three beeps, no orc dared to stand.

At this time, a piercing laughter came from the sky. The speaker was thousands of miles away, but it produced the effect of being close at hand.

"We are still fighting, and the beast god has already surrendered first. It's ridiculous!"

"Hahaha, is this the orc clan who will never be slaves?"

"Coward! Coward! How ridiculous!"

Hearing this heart-piercing ridicule, many orcs on the verge of eruption could no longer hold back and stood up roaring.

Then, the blood hooves landed, and they could never stand up again.

"Hahaha, good job, this is the real orc!"

"Where's your backbone, where's your blood? Did you all disappear with this coward?"

"Stand up, hahahaha, do you want to be a coward all your life, or be a glorious hero, even if it's only for a few seconds!"

The orcs who didn't want to be slaves couldn't stand the incitement and incitement, and stood up roaring, even if they died, they couldn't stop their passionate blood.

Tamil, however, has no sympathy.

One kills one, and two kills one pair.

After all, someone who played Eleven Smash Law when he first started was so cruel to his own race, let alone a foreign race.

In the end, Tamil directly played Zhulian.

The bloody hoof in the left hand and the self-deceiving ruler in the right hand, the bloody hoof falling from the air inflated ten times in an instant, not only trampled those jumping people into powder, but also implicated the people around them.

If possible, Tamir would like to kill all the orcs present.

It's a pity that now is the time to employ people. Thousands of foreign gods and demons have invaded, and my own manpower is already stretched. It is a great good to be able to recruit orcs.

Of course, it must be an orc who truly surrenders, not the kind that jumps back at any time with various lofty ideals.

Tamil turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.

"The next one is you!"

The voice laughed outrageously.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the southernmost part of the mainland! I'm the God of War, and I'm here to dig your grave."

Tamil shook his head slowly, "Keep digging, be careful, because you will use it soon."

After speaking, he raised his hand and summoned Transformers.

However, the Transformers that appeared this time are different, but a huge ship shape-a ship floating in the air.

"Everyone, board the ship!"

The savages left some members to clean the battlefield and treat the wounded, while the others greeted their mounts and boarded the battleship.

A ray of light flickered at the entrance of the battleship. After the barbarians and their mounts stepped over the ray of light, their size immediately shrunk by ten times. That is to say, the actual loading capacity of this huge thousand-meter-long battleship was ten times or a hundred times that of its appearance.

Not to mention loading barbarians, it is more than enough to carry orcs.

The orcs also formed a queue and walked towards the majestic battleship.

The closer he gets to the battleship, the more the tauren chief can feel the greatness of this world. The opponent is definitely not the barbarians he imagined fighting with bones and sticks, but a group of...

The tauren chief didn't know how to express it in words, so he could only comfort himself with "food and shelter".

The old dragon looked at the battleship that was a circle bigger than himself, and wondered in his heart.

How did it fly?

Why is there no fluctuation of divine power on it?
At this time, the battleship moved, and it quickly lifted into the air. After reaching a certain height, it rushed to the south like a sharp sword.

So fast!

There is only a brilliant tail of light left in the sky!

Although this speed is not as fast as the old dragon's god-level ability, Sky-Sweeping Wings, it is still a rare existence in the secular world.

In just half an hour, the warship arrived at the southern end of the civilized world from the northern end of the civilized world, appearing at the position where the God of War landed.

The God of War is not as poor as the Beast God. He has a deep foundation in this world and is the official belief of a superpower.

Therefore, the God of War performed his miracles in Alexandria, the capital of the Lomut Empire.

At this moment, the entire Lomut Empire fell into an atmosphere of fanaticism. Regardless of religious or non-religious people, they all knelt down devoutly on the ground and offered their faith to their gods.

After all, this is a religion that has been passed down for thousands of years. The creeds of this religion have already penetrated into every aspect of the empire, people's lives and customs.

Moreover, war is originally the thing that is most likely to make people lose their minds, and it is also the root of evil that cannot be eradicated by human beings, the source of all evils.

This is also the confidence of God of War.

War will never die, and the only way to eliminate war is another war.

So, he never fails!
Whoever wins is still his believer.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Those who are equal in strength are wars, and those who are not equal in strength can only be crushed.

The huge warship stopped slowly.

Ahead, a thick fog of war hangs down from the sky, covering the intersection of the two worlds, and it even envelops the capital of the Lomut Empire like an iron barrel.

The battle flag is flying, and the barriers are fortified.

With almost no need for the God of War to worry about it, the people of the empire spontaneously hung up the battle flags issued by the temple, enshrining the unique symbol of the God of War.

Therefore, the power of the God of War expanded faster and occupied a wider area.

Without even sending a single soldier, he easily gained hundreds of millions of devout believers who could die at any time.

(End of this chapter)