It had been a long time since Gond had seen a deity like Wang He who could freely control divine power.

His impression of this type of special arms still remained in the war between the gods.

It is a one-time god descendant that can be mass-produced by infusing enough power of faith.

Their main role is to become the dead soldiers who break through the enemy army.

Everyone who survived that battle will never forget the endless fear and pressure brought by the God-born Death Soldiers.

They are key pieces that can easily disrupt the opponent's formation. They are fearful vanguard soldiers who ignore life and death and will fight to the end even if their limbs are missing.

But Edath and Melikai don't seem to be gods capable of making such death warriors.

At the same time, he also discovered that this human's fluency in using divine power was more similar to that of some demigods.

Although Gonde was confused, he could not detect Wang He's core problem.

At this moment, he was waiting for Wang He's reply.

This human being who founded the iVisitor Alliance and mastered the technology of countless alien civilizations is worth spending a little time on.

After all, how many interesting things can an unknown world produce?

He is looking forward to it.

"Fanatical Believer Gond." Wang He slowly landed on the ground. He did not retract his light wings, but asked directly: "What do you want? If it is peace, we can talk. If it is war, before you

It started the moment we took action.”

Wang He stared at him mercilessly. At the same time, he used his systematic religious knowledge and skills to inquire about the information about the God of Crafts.

Soon, a simple message from the God of Crafts sounded in the form of a voice prompt.

"Gond, the God of Craftsmanship and Blacksmithing, camp: absolutely neutral, duty: in charge of skills, craftsmanship, architecture, and forging."

Wang He suddenly realized that this young elf in modern clothes should be the incarnation of a neutral god.

Looking at it this way, this god must have another purpose in trying to get close to him.

Wang He couldn't help but become a little more vigilant, and started to think at the same time.

He spends all his time acting, what does he want to get from himself?

Soon, his thoughts were interrupted by words:

"Peace? War? Abel! Maybe you have misunderstood."

"What does peace and chaos have to do with me?" He laughed and approached Wang He.

"Because of one's own interests and various reasons, it is meaningless to indulge in the fun of this low-level fighting game." He suddenly stopped.

"The only thing that can show the common ground between different races, different camps, and different beliefs is the creation and invention limited to their intelligent understanding."

Gond stretched out his hand, easily opened a miniature teleportation circle, and pulled out a metal chain made of countless small gears.

The gears on the chain are tightly interlocked and in a stationary state, and there is nothing special about them.

"Reconstruction."

After Gond exerted a certain movement and words on the chain, the chain broke away from his hand, like a long snake struggling to break away from a human hand.

It re-decomposed into countless gears, made countless "Kazi" sounds, and quickly began to reconstruct.

Almost in a breath, it turned into an ordinary-sized gear mechanical dog made of gears.

Like a living dog, it carried out activities autonomously, walked around Gond, and then lay quietly next to its owner, wagging its tail and waiting for instructions.

The tongue it spits out is also composed of small gears, which are extremely precise.

This is beyond the realm of common sense craftsmen.

Wang He guessed Gonde's purpose, pointed at the mechanical dog and asked, "What functions does it have?"

Gond looked at Wang He and replied with a mysterious meaning: "If you want to kill, it will lead you to kill. If you want to protect, it will protect you. No matter what you want it to become, as long as

It needs to be adjusted and it becomes the prop you want it to be.”

"I am a craftsman, an artist who tries his best to create everything imaginable."

Gond was very arrogant and proud.

He does have the capital and strength.

Although a very few of his works have become dusty relics because no one understands their purpose. But the vast majority of the crafts and forged products created by his hands are the ultimate props and ultimate crafts.

It is a rare treasure that is fought over by mortals and even gods.

On the continent, many craftsmen headed by dwarves pray to him before forging, praying for inspiration and success.

He itself represents the pinnacle of craftsmanship and forging.

Upon seeing this, Wang He pondered for a moment and then praised: "Your work is indeed good!"

"Regardless of the purpose and motivation of the props, you simply create the ultimate work. On this point, I highly approve of you!"

"I'm just curious. Have you ever thought about creating a world?"

"If there is any, I would like to deliver a commission to you for a fee."

Wang He squinted his eyes and asked this god.

He did not identify the other party, otherwise the negotiation would not be able to continue.

After listening to Wang He's words, Gonde's expression completely changed.

Extremely calm and thorough in observation, he seemed to use Wang He as a prop, using his skills to conduct the most in-depth analysis and understanding.

Examine and treat this living entity like a work of art.

Wang He suddenly felt a huge pressure emerging from the depths of his soul.

He gritted his teeth and persisted in enduring it. He did not use the power of faith to try to slow it down.

The less information you provide, the less able the other party is to guess his purpose and thoughts.

As if after a long time, Wang He's forehead and palms were covered with sweat.

Finally, Gond recovered from that strange state and transformed into the arrogant and casual young elf again.

He spread his hands and said, "Yes. No matter what kind of work you need, as long as you pay enough, I can help you make it."

"Also, give up your disguise."

"I know who you are, and you know who I am."

"Don't worry, I never participate in battles between gods. Whatever you are playing among yourself has nothing to do with me."

Wang He smiled: "It means that even if the props you made for i are related to fighting, it has nothing to do with you. Am I right?"

Gond raised his voice slightly and said in a meaningful tone: "Yes. When a work is made, it already has a complete existence. How to use it is the freedom of the user.

"

"Doing good or doing evil has nothing to do with me."

"I just need fresh, cross-dimensional creativity, technology and inspiration. As much as you can provide me, I can make props of corresponding value for you."

Wang He suddenly lowered his voice: "So, you participated in making the props that allow 'outsiders' to enter this plane?"

Wang He did not hesitate to throw out the hypothesis that flashed in his mind.

For the first time, he felt so close to the truth.

Gond's face was full of confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"If I could master this technology, I would have connected countless worlds here, and brought inventions and creations from countless planes here." He looked intoxicated.

Seeing that Wang He was a little surprised, he added sharply:

"Human beings, don't underestimate the craftsmen's desire for inspiration!"

Wang He thought for a moment and suddenly clapped his hands: "Well said, what a good idea!"

"You have found the right person!"

"See i we have the same idea."

Wang He's attitude changed drastically in an instant.

Gond thought of a possibility, and then there seemed to be only ecstasy in his consciousness.

His eyes sparkled, as if he thought of something, and suddenly he laughed crazily.

"Boy! Oh no, you smart human being!"

He walked up to Wang He carelessly, patted his shoulder hard, and showed another mysterious smile.

Wang He did not stop his move, nor resisted, and even put away his light wings.

Suddenly, Wang He and Gonde were suddenly isolated by a huge hemispherical gear fortress wrapped in countless gears.

In the sight of the dean and Sera, they disappeared instantly.

In front of Wang He, a ray of light lit up in the suddenly dark space.
To be continued...