The God of the Mountain, who claimed to be the King of the Gods, murmured in a low voice, looking at the Pantheon Lord who was terrified at first.
From the current point of view, the so-called Pantheon Lords are nothing more than that, so much so that they don't even have any decent harassment when the gods are sleeping.
How could he be considered his opponent if he was so cowardly?
But when he actually faced the God of Thunder, why did he have an unknown premonition in his heart?
"You go deal with the other gods. Leave the God of Thunder to me." He did not hesitate, but exuded infinite aura, so that creatures thousands of miles away could see him, trying his best to show his power.
Behind him, more than twenty gods exuding powerful aura moved.
Some tyrannical gods exuded a terrifying aura, and flew towards the elven kingdom with strange screams.
They have been holding back their nerves and want to go on a rampage. They believe that with so many gods on their side, even if they run rampant across the entire land, no god would dare to come out and make a sound.
"Alas--"
"Aha——"
The gods, each of whom had reached the limit of their current divine power, bared their teeth and claws and rushed to the front.
Some sensible gods seemed to be a little slower, thousands of meters behind.
In this way, the sequence is divided at once.
There were about twenty gods charging in front, and six or seven gods behind them were fishing. The gods behind them looked at each other, and tacitly slowed down their pace.
Swish——
A god landed on the earth. He stood tall and tall, with his strong forelimbs and big wings spread out, like a huge mountain range lying across the earth.
This is Hercules, the ancestor of the dragon clan. He blocks the gods with a dragon body of several hundred meters, like a solid shield.
Then, there was a tall elf holding a black iron square hammer. He was only one head shorter than the mountain beside him. His feet were stepping on the light green forest floor, and his eyes were filled with dazzling light.
Then, there was an elf emitting golden light, with obvious female characteristics. It vibrated its wings and landed on the other side of the two gods.
Although there are many gods in the Pantheon, not many are proficient in combat.
What makes them stronger lies in their control of their own authority. The reason why civilization gods are civilization gods is precisely because collective civilization can produce civilization. Therefore, a single civilization god is not strong, and it is difficult for civilization gods to get together.
But now that the Pantheon is complete, even the same number of gods have to be weighed.
However, those who slipped ahead were a group of stupid young people, a group of discarded products of the era who did not want to make progress and took pleasure in killing.
The increase in strength, but not the increase in wisdom, as a walking nuclear warhead, the final outcome is just to be slaughtered.
Waiting for the legend of the Elf Kingdom to come out, the gods of this era will all be fish on the chopping board. How can the primitive gods with incomplete systems compare with the legends with more complete systems?
Those who can become gods are all people with innate attributes that are beyond the limit. Otherwise, they would not be able to become gods. But the same is true for legends. Although they cannot catch up with the gods every time, they cannot stand up to the large base. There can be one in ten legends.
If you kill the gods, sooner or later all the gods on the earth will be replaced.
If this continues for a hundred years, there will eventually be more and more traces of elves on this land.
Swish——
The water was surging, and a figure with human body and fish tail holding a harpoon stood up in the surging water.
Where the water flows, there is His divine power.
A tall elf like an iron tower is powerful and powerful, with a pair of dragon wings on its back, and its body is covered with patterns of many creatures. It is vivid and seems to be real. He stands on the earth with his bare hands. He is the Lord of the Wild.
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The power of the God of the Woodlands covers the entire mountain range, and dozens of kilometers around are within his protection range.
The divine power of the forest is endless, and it rotates with the plants on the earth to maintain the earth.
The gods of the Anti-Pantheon Alliance looked at the six elven gods who suddenly appeared as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Five medium divine powers and one weak divine power. When did the Pantheon become so powerful?
Could it be said that they have been sleeping for more than ten years, but for a hundred years?
The gods threw themselves into fear and looked at the five elven gods surrounding them in a semicircle with some fear. There was another one who had been hiding around them but never showed up.
They knew that there were other elven gods who had not appeared. If the other elven gods also appeared, they would be completely at a disadvantage.
The form was so deadlocked.
Under the canopy of woodland under the sky, the residents of the Elf Kingdom were a little panicked.
Elf King Haoyue stood up, comforted many tribesmen, and arranged for their orderly evacuation to the bottom of the Crown of Woodland.
"Residents of the elven kingdom, the gods will protect us and defeat all enemies."
"An evil god is just an evil god after all..."
Under the comfort of the Elf King, many tribesmen calmed down a little and looked at the several figures that towered over the sky and the earth.
Those who look familiar and have a familiar aura are the elves and gods, and those who look weird like wild beasts, demons and ghosts are evil gods.
Many voters hidden in the crowd recalled the major events and chapters they read when they first entered the Phantom God Space.
In the Age of Saints, the gods established order in the hope of suppressing chaos and chaos.
Since order and chaos are in opposition, the gods of chaos naturally want to get rid of the elves and gods.
In other words, if the elven gods fail, the elven kingdom they care for will fall into the hands of the evil gods.
Let them return to chaos and disorder, without wisdom and ability, and all wonderful and beautiful things will be destroyed and disappear from their hearts.
He once again returned to the bloody wilderness era, running for the precarious raw food, snatching food from the corners of the mouths of the beasts, and then offering everything including his life to those chaotic evil gods.
They never want to return to that era, they never want the elves and gods to lose, and they absolutely cannot tolerate losing their ability to think.
A tree spirit stood up, shook his branches easily, turned around and warned the timid tribal cubs.
He stroked every tribal cub full of hope and fear with his gentle branches.
His heart was filled with an anger that could not be dissipated. Even if this was his most angry moment, he did not show it. Instead, he looked at his students with gentle eyes, for fear of scaring them.
"Boys, I'm going to teach you a different lesson today."
Elder Shu stood up straight, turned around in the eyes of many tribesmen, and strode away facing the direction of the gods.
"The greatest luck in my life is meeting the God of Thunder."
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"The most meaningful thing is to impart knowledge and wisdom."
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"The happiest thing for me is watching the seeds of knowledge and wisdom take root and sprout."
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"What I'm most angry about is that someone wants to destroy all of this."
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"Anyone who wants to destroy all of this, I will do anything to stop him, even kill him!"