People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

If he has the essence, he doesn't need to activate the collapsed power of the Holy Lance of Destiny, and then draw power from the world's highly developed war civilization, improve his basic abilities, and then use the warrior incarnation to sneak attack an attribute that is attacked by himself God of restraint.

If there is the bonus of the tall things that symbolize the law of the essence, why would he use these fancy things to hang Kainas directly and hammer it?

Soon, the inactive essence located in a higher dimension acquired the power of the Sen God Kainas, revived from deep sleep, and revealed its own entity.

It was a young girl floating in the void, sitting on an ink pot about a person's height, with her cheek propped up with one hand.

Wearing elegant oriental-style clothing, holding a pen that has been used for many years.The countless volumes behind it spread out like wings or tulle, and the empty iron-colored eyes looked down on everything in sight coldly.

Those are eyes that are not interested in anything, like man-made objects, chasing somewhere that is not here in vain.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, God of Doubt." The boy, who didn't know the real name of God of Doubt, saluted the beautiful girl who was like a natural workmanship to a lolicon, with a calm expression.

The God of Suspicion is pretty, but for a guy who's used to all kinds of beauties and doesn't have a flat three-no loli in the strike zone, that's about it.

"Who are you...?"

In the early days of the Great War, the God of Suspicion, who was shut out by the first of the three questions in life, just woke up from a deep sleep, and just opened his mouth to the boy who wasted a marrow explosion raw material to wake him up.

"I am Welleslana, a not-yet-mature God of Steel." Said the race-transformed boy who intended to completely release the steel attribute stored in the composite power after capturing the Marshal's Essence.

"You are the God of Steel Veleslana, so, who am I...?"

Probably the god of suspicion who was hanged on the three philosophical questions began to question himself after learning the name of the person in front of him.

"You are the God of Doubt, the Creator of the Ex-Machinas." The essence that belonged to her answered her like this.

"So, what is a god?" The girl ignored the guy who looked like her own clan, but didn't look like her own clan, and wrote alone, asking questions like before.

She didn't ask the guy who could be called her half compatriot, because during the time period at the beginning of the war, she almost asked all of her compatriots, and all the answers she got were "God is God".

With such an experience, she has confidence in her compatriots, and she is out of ghosts. Compared with asking her compatriots, she chooses to question her own essence like when she was just born.

It is just a marrow, please don't embarrass it with philosophical propositions.

The boy who knew roughly who the creator of the Ex-Machinas was asking was thinking.

"If you want to ask what the God of God is, I probably know something." The corner of the boy's mouth raised slightly after waking up the Suspicious God who committed suicide from his slumber, interrupting the Suspicious God's thinking and causing him to raise his head involuntarily. , looked at a guy who could be called her fellow clan.

Although there is already a very high probability of overturning the God of War by relying on the explosive marrow, the sword of wisdom, and the ring of usurping, the smile on the face of someone who can escape even if overturned is easily reminiscent of a vigorous male fox.

Although the means are sufficient, who would dislike having too many backhands?

A little emotional color suddenly lit up in the hollow steel-colored pupils of the God of Suspicion. He looked at the fellow who seemed to be his own race, and asked slowly.

"Can you tell me what is God?"

"I can tell you this answer, can you do one thing for me?"

Someone who is a demigod said very calmly, unlike the previous forest god Kaynas and forging god Okan, this suspicious god is not a character that can be resolved by force.

"What's the matter?" The oldest Deity species asked this guy who claimed to be able to solve the problems that bothered him.

"I want to challenge the strongest God of War, it will be an extremely dangerous battle, in order to increase the chance of winning, I need a helper who can attack its essence, you who have the Ex-Machina as a follower It will be the best help."

Without the bonus of the power of Houkai, the whiteboard attribute can only be regarded as a middle-low boy among the gods, and he narrated his request to the suspicious god.

"This is an extremely dangerous task. You can choose to refuse, but if you do, I will refuse to provide you with an answer."

"I can promise you, but you also need to answer some questions for me in the future." The Ex-Machina Creator, who has been troubled by philosophical questions for a long time, gave an affirmative answer without thinking too much.

The God of Suspicion has never been a god who is afraid of death. After all, a god who is afraid of death will not do stupid things like piercing his own soul.

Moreover, his intuition as a god-species told him that the guy in front of him could solve far more than "what is a god" for himself.

"It's an honor to be able to answer your questions."

The boy smiled and stretched out his hand to the ancient god.

ps: After looking at the setting collection about the Enlightened One, I suddenly found that this guy’s treasure can manually cut the world line. This is not the ontology. The ontology is an advanced life form that is in charge of thousands of galaxies and cannot be understood by human beings. …

Xingyue's character on the background board seems to be more ferocious than God of War.

Chapter 23 Addition of Ex-Machinas

A gathering place of human species.

The boy with short white hair looked at his empty room with a dazed expression.

Not long ago, he met a Machina girl named Shubi in a valley, and because of a bet, he brought her back to the gathering place of the human species, and became her husband in name.

It sounds like a joke that humans and Ex-Machines entered into a marriage relationship, but this kind of weird thing just happened between him and Hubby, and they got along very well, except that they had no sex life and were divorced. Except for the pain in the bridge of the nose when I hugged my head, this kind of life is surprisingly good.

He even sometimes felt that perhaps Hubie was his destined other half, and they would live together forever until death separated them.

However, this kind of life was still broken. Just last night, Shubi told him some very important news and left in a hurry.

The Creator of the Ex-Machinas suddenly appeared, announcing to the gods that he would join the racial chaos, and summoned his followers.

As a member of the Ex-Machinas, Hubby naturally couldn't take the risk of being regarded as a member of the Ex-Machinas, and refused to follow the orders of the high-level individual, so he had to rush back to the Ex-Machina's clan as quickly as possible.

This is obviously the worst development. After the major changes between the goblins and elves, a dangerous race that can be evaluated by the goblins as untouchable will join the battlefield, turning the already turbulent situation into a powder keg.

Thinking of this, Rick's face was so gloomy that it seemed to be able to drip rainwater. He looked at his hands that had become powerful due to the cultivation of "Qi" and the fusion of artifacts, and looked at his compatriots from different worlds in the distance, and had to think about a question.

Is it really possible to protect the human species just by relying on the only combat power now?

Sensing the coming crisis, Rick took a deep breath, and he remembered the organization he had established called the Ghost Council.