Therefore, after the Red Mist God successfully cultivated his Red Mist Druid, he couldn't wait to show off in front of the Pantheon.
Although all the gods look down on this brainless God of Red Mist, there is a thunder-dropping guy walking in front, which the gods are happy to see.
What kind of organization is the Pantheon, and what kind of god are you, the God of Red Mist, who dares to provoke the Pantheon?
Gee, how many lives do you have?
The gods were observing this place intently and did not miss this opportunity to watch a good show.
"Um?"
The mantis-shaped green insect with its compound eyes widened its eyes, taking in all the scenery in the distance.
"No, there's something."
"The god of anesthesia has been defeated."
The green slime that fell to the ground and formed a puddle remained motionless and paid no attention to him.
Another humanoid god with green frog skin bulged his belly and stretched out his green skin, and quickly asked him what happened.
"What's wrong?"
The green mantis god grinned and gave real-time explanations.
"There is a very powerful Red Mist Druid who actually suppressed the God of Anesthesia at close range."
"The God of Anesthesia is serious."
"Oh, the Red Mist Druid is unlucky, one, two, three."
"Three thunderbolts fell from the sky and killed the Red Mist Druid."
"It is a scroll of divine power, a specialty of the Pantheon. It was not made by the God of Thunder himself."
The green insect mantis god yelled, with a touch of envy in his eyes, "Magical scrolls, as long as you have money, even if the purchase is limited, you can buy two for self-defense."
The God of Anesthesia, a god as hot as a chicken, can achieve what he is now, so what if he changes to another god?
Most of the gods who watched this matter in various ways had such thoughts.
They had to say that Pantheon did better than them in every aspect.
Whether it is in terms of faith or force.
"It's okay, the god of anesthesia has returned."
"Um?"
"Um?!"
"Something happened, a god is sneaking up on the God of Anesthesia."
The green compound-eyed insect widened his eyes and looked at the Narcotic God who was walking back. His field of vision flickered, and there was a god using his divine power to interfere.
An inexplicable figure, the same color as the sky, attacked the God of Anesthesia.
"It's not the right way, it's not the right way, this is absolutely wrong."
The insect with big green eyes chattered, and its two sharp blade arms moved, making a sharp swishing sound.
"What happened?"
The green frog's skin was spinning around anxiously, looking helpless and extremely anxious.
My brother, my ancestor, what happened in the Pantheon, please tell me one thing, and one more thing.
"No, we have to pretend we don't know anything."
"No, no, we didn't know anything."
"Hey, greenskins, listen, we don't know anything."
The green compound-eyed insect ordered the green-skinned frog man seriously, while waving its blade arm viciously twice.
The green frog skin wants to cry but has no tears. What do I know, but you didn’t tell me anything.
Mantis turned around, looked in the direction of the Pantheon, and murmured, "Something big is going to happen."
How big this matter is, at least not as big as when Pantheon recruited people.
He seems to have seen the future, where more than one god has died.
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What happened next was beyond the expectations of many gods.
The gods of the Pantheon began to become anxious, and many fluctuations of divine power appeared on the crown of the forest. It seemed that all the gods of the Pantheon were gathered together.
Some keen gods smelled the terrible smell and immediately stopped raising their heads.
Some gods who couldn't stand the Pantheon looked coldly at it and sneered in their hearts.
I wish the Pantheon would suffer more and suffer more.
"Check, let me go and check."
The informant placed in the elven kingdom sent back such a sentence, which shocked the gods.
After being stunned, he became interested in guessing which guy had caused such big trouble to the Pantheon.
Anyway, if it’s not me, then I’ll watch the show first.
Did something get lost? Or suffered a big loss?
The gods speculated maliciously, hoping that the Pantheon would suffer two more mistakes.
On this land, undercurrents began to surge.
"Isn't the Pantheon always quiet? Is it possible that it wants to conquer the world now?"
Youshen was in a daze, as if he had just woken up from his sleep, and he still couldn't figure out the way.
In short, an unknown malevolence hangs over this land, and some gods with keen senses have a sense of crisis that is about to come.
Then only half a day later, something happened.
A god set out from the Pantheon and headed straight for the sacred domain of the God of Red Mist.
"Who is that?"
"Hercules?"
"Why does he look like this?"
The gods asked in Sanlian, watching the sturdy figure soaring in the sky, flapping its wings and flying towards the location of the Red Mist God.
call--
The wind howled, and Hercules looked at the earth through the film covering the glass crystal.
He has a pair of wings that cover the sky and the sun, which are a hundred meters wide, with thick and huge joints. His skin is covered with thick scales and exudes an earthy color.
The limbs are slender and powerful, and the muscles are bulging high and tucked under the waist and abdomen.
There are two rows of sharp thorn-like horns on the strong dragon head, which grow from the dragon's head to the dragon's tail, running through the entire back.
The appearance of the giant dragon came into the sight of the outside gods for the first time, giving them a strong sense of impact.
Isn't this kind of strong creature really not the big guy in the deep sea?
Some of the frightened gods began to ponder and consider the benefits of him growing so big.
A glimmer of light flashed in Hercules' eyes as he looked at the red territory that was already in front of him.
The red mist filled the earth, so that the plants in the middle of the red mist had spots of red lumps, like tumors.
Click——
Hercules watched as a passing irritable pika was grabbed by a vine, twisted, and the red blood spurted out immediately, and was greedily sucked up by the vines.
The God of Red Mist, who was shrinking in his territory, raised his head in confusion and put down the infected beast in his hand.
He felt a disgusting smell, which made him very unhappy.
"Hand over the things, and I will spare your life." Hercules roared, shaking the red mist within a ten-kilometer radius.
He hovered over the red earth, looking at the undulating mountains below, with murderous intent in his eyes.
The God of Red Mist was confused, what the hell, I just put in a few little treasures.
The gods who were watching became more and more interested. What was missing that made the Pantheon so anxious?
The God of Red Mist has no subjective consciousness, only pan-consciousness scattered in the red mist, and does not know how to communicate and argue with others.
The only achievement he achieved was to use his divine power to transform a Red Mist Druid who could control the Red Mist.
As for whether they are wise or not, that is not a question for him to consider.
But now, a big black pot was placed squarely on his forehead. The key was that he didn't feel it at all.