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Chapter 275 God, will create greatness!

 Yi Xia stared at the prophet-green-eyed Quinco below.

This old orc was somewhat beyond his expectations.

From the perspective of those evil orcs, the other party is undoubtedly the leader.

Is it an internal party struggle for power, or is it for other more pure purposes?

Yi Xia withdrew her gaze.

He is not interested in the competition for power within the orcs.

The reason why they did not attack these orcs was that they had a neutral camp aura and did not attack them.

others?

To Yi Xia, it was meaningless.

The revival or decline of the orc kingdom?

Yi Xia continued to move forward.

He won't put too much energy into these foreign races.

Witches have never been lofty, philanthropic and holy persons.

Yi Xia is still like this.

It is a narrow and sharp axe-blade, splitting through chaos and darkness.

The prophet-green-eyed Quinco watched Yi Xia leave.

It knows that most of the matter is already done.

Even the orcs, who share the same bloodline, could no longer tolerate the chief who was gradually becoming tyrannical and cruel.

What's more, what about the other party who uses evil beings as his sustenance?

Without overly complicated inferences and observations, Prophet Green Eyes Quinco has already discovered certain qualities belonging to the other party.

Perhaps, it believes in a god of killing from the good camp?

Prophet-Green-Eyed Quinco knew nothing about this.

It opens a new chapter in this ancient animal skin.

Those that are rotten and broken will eventually be burned in the light of fire.

It may disappear, or it may leave a profound imprint on a new page.

The strangeness and confusion of fate are actually not understood by the prophet.

It is just an old orc who can still think about tomorrow...

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The dark swamp is filled with mist.

The sound of dripping water seemed to be sticky with a fishy smell, like dripping blood.

There were no signs of life activity, and everything was in a kind of dead silence.

Suddenly, the wind blew.

The thick mist swayed with the wind, like a tulle dancing in the wind.

Across the somewhat gloomy sky, a dark red earth was exposed.

On the muddy ground, the remains of a large number of wild orcs were densely distributed.

They present a certain regular and ritualistic posture.

And in the middle of all the wild orcs, a huge egg-shaped thing gradually expanded to its limit.

The container that absorbed a large number of believers' flesh and soul finally completed its condensation here.

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the sky turned dark.

A thick arm filled with explosive power stretched out from the pile of broken flesh and blood.

Then, a super-large wild orc, much larger than an ordinary wild orc, crawled out from the remains of the egg-shaped thing.

Its skin initially appears tender.

But as soon as it saw the wind, it began to change rapidly.

After a short time, it took on the shape of a cuticle-like layer that has been weathered for a long time.

"O great true God, after three hundred and seventeen years, you have come to this filthy mortal world again."

In the darkness, an old orc with a cane walked out.

The huge wild orc glanced at the old orc.

"Where is it!"

A huge voice, filled with irrepressible anger.

Obviously, this evil god has become truly angry.

With His current belief in the material world, it would be an unbearable burden to force him to come in the form of a container.

But if you can think about these rationally and care about the life and death of believers.

His divine name will no longer be given the name of violence.

The water chestnut pupils stretched, this frail body intertwined with the flesh and blood of the wild orc.

Weak, dirty...

But He had no choice.

Coming in the form of a saint?

That's something no matter how crazy the god is, he can't do it.

Because judging from the current situation in the material world of this world, it is basically impossible.

Perhaps some of the ancient gods who are proficient in this can do it.

But for Caltrop Eyes, an evil god who is considered a "new generation" among gods, this is obviously not realistic.

Therefore, He could only choose this form.

As for whether this problem can be overcome, Watershed Eyes has not considered it.

He just wanted to swing his war blade and chop hard at that damn alien giant.

It destroyed His accumulation of several epochs!

He even ignored His threats!

"...In the royal city of the orcs, those old prophets rarely did a 'big thing'."

Facing the wrath of Caltrop Eyes, the old orc said truthfully.

It knows so much about the Eye of Caltrop, so it won't express it too much at this time.

Allowing the other party to come to him is already his greatest achievement.

The old orc's answer made the water chestnut pupils' eyes filled with rage and violence slow down slightly.

The royal city of the orcs?

That is the territory of the orc god.

That old guy always behaves like a thin old orc warrior, moving between the gods and the worlds.

But the water chestnut pupil knows that he has not become weaker with the changes of time.

The once powerful orc warrior is still as tough as ever.

So wait?

The body of the Caltrop Eye in the material world slowly expands.

He was not willing to wait any longer!

He will crush that alien giant and hang his skull beneath His kingdom!

Even if he gets beaten up by that old orc for this, he won't hesitate!

"Then let them watch how I destroy the scum who dare to disobey my will!"

The wrath of the Caltrop Eyes condensed into reality in the air of the material world.

It turns into a blue and deep flame, corroding the earth into a brilliant color.

The old orc inside was also affected by the flames.

Its old body gradually becomes younger.

It threw away its crutches and prostrated on the ground devoutly.

The Eye of the Caltrop is a tyrannical evil god, but he does not pour out his wrath on his believers like some evil gods.

Violence does not mean meaningless anger.

He will also give gifts.

But that is not for the sake of beautiful things, but to add extra fuel to the darkness of the world.

The will of the old orc pointed the direction for the Eye of Watershed Horn.

So it roared into the sky.

Suddenly, the sky was dyed an evil blue.

The old orc kissed the ground where Caltrop Eyes left.

This is the God I pursue forever, and He will show His wrath and tyranny under the gaze of gods and creation.

Maybe, He is not strong enough.

He has not reached the level of the orc god.

But so what?

Everything will eventually turn into a shrill wail that fills the sky under the blue sky.

Then, the figure of the old orc disappeared in the flames.

It will rush to its Master to witness His imminent great and brilliant wrath.

It will be an exciting and cruel picture.

How can flesh and blood resist divine power?

And at this moment, a certain majestic city was wailing under the raging flames.

Countless slaves took advantage of the chaos to escape. Under the blood and betrayal, a huge shadow covered the sky...


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