Some gods themselves have no brains. At this time, the brain-destroying spell is still in effect, and they are not aware that they have been reduced to intelligence.
He bit the thick, strong and dense metal rod with his teeth, making a clicking sound.
There are also some gods who sit in a daze, squatting and crouching, thinking about life or doubting it.
"I really sometimes wonder, are we and them really the same race?" The God of Speed stood in front of the transparent projection, taking in all the embarrassments of the gods.
The God of Thunder corrected him, "God is an individual, not a race."
The God Clan does have such a concept, but in this world no god dares to call himself a God Clan. After all, everyone’s original race is different.
In this era, at least no gods dare to call themselves gods. Even the gods who look like elves do not dare to call themselves gods.
The causal relationship behind this is too great for ordinary races to bear.
The God of Speed shrugged, and even the broad wings on his back trembled. He just felt a little strange looking at the appearance of these primitive gods.
After being upgraded, the world he saw became broader and broader, and when he looked at his former self, he always felt a little unbearable to look back.
It is this kind of mentality that can be considered normal, if it can be maintained in a divine state.
Perhaps after a long period of time, that god will look down upon everything in the world, completely become the embodiment of rules, and completely lose his humanity.
"Let them go for another two weeks." The God of Thunder estimated the time and found that more than a month had passed. Another half month would be fine.
In this prison built by the god of black iron and forging, no god can escape without alarming the gods.
Among these chaotic gods whose universal divine power has not yet recovered, there are no tall men anymore. Most of their savings were lost to their deceitful sons, and they were all cut off up to their ankles.
When the God of Thunder spoke, naturally no one said anything and everyone followed the instructions.
The Holy Spirit who is responsible for guarding looks like an elf, but is tainted with a little divine power. He was a Druid during his lifetime, but unfortunately he died while protecting nature.
The remaining souls entered the Emerald Dream, were retained by the gods at their fingertips, and became the gatekeepers of the gods.
He nodded slightly, lowered his eyebrows, clenched his fists and clasped his chest lightly, "As you command, great elves and gods."
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The God of Thunder walked out of the Ruins of the Gods and looked at the dark sky.
The back of the moon is always in darkness without light, and the residences built by the gods are also in darkness.
The mountains and land here are so large that they are as large as a quarter of the main planet.
After discussion among the gods, the satellite under their feet was named 'Nonna', and the main planet where the elven kingdom is located was named 'Solotho'.
On Solotor, the evil gods of chaos are everywhere. According to the information collected by the God of Speed along the exosphere, there are at least a thousand evil gods of chaos on the continent of this planet.
Not to mention the deep sea that occupies half of the planet.
If there is a war in the future, no, not if, but definitely there will be a war, that is, they will have a dozen gods facing thousands of gods.
Therefore, the gods set their sights on the moon Nona, which no god had yet developed or paid attention to.
For druids, transforming the environment and themselves is their strength, but for the source of the two professions, the ability of the God of the Woodland is already similar to that of the Creator.
On the dark side of the moon, a touch of green blooms quietly in a cone-shaped crater-like structure that protrudes from the lunar surface thousands of meters high.
There are also some dry plants that tremble, as if they are trembling. A thin membrane blocks the air inside, dividing the inside and outside.
Inside, it feels like a cold and dark winter night, while outside, it feels like a desolate and lightless desert.
In this cone-shaped meteorite impact crater, a few strong plants are growing hard and releasing oxygen.
He does not want to change the instincts of plants by exploding, nor does He want to make the moon full of flowers in an instant.
Of course, if He is willing, He can indeed make the moon bloom in a very short period of time.
But this doesn't make sense.
Plants also need a process of growth and adaptation, and they will not succeed overnight.
Here, there is already enough oxygen, enough for ordinary creatures to live here.
On this planet that had been barren for tens of millions of billions of years, the breath of life bloomed for the first time under the power of God.
A small banyan tree grows tenaciously at the bottom of the crater, exuding a natural atmosphere.
It should be regarded as another forest crown, and is one of the important components to maintain the lunar life base.
Under his feet, there were two little beasts running wildly, leaping over the uneven stone surface, sending out tiny sparks.
These two little beasts have bright eyes and some markings on their bodies. They are made of metal and move with extremely small gestures.
Moving forward, walking, or leaping, the movements of the metal body are delicate and very supple.
They don't know anything yet, they can't speak, they can't read, they only know how to look for food instinctively.
"Click—click click click click—"
A small metal beast pulled its four legs and took a bite of meteorite iron with a large amount of metal agglomerates, making a crunching sound.
He shook the two metal wings behind him and moved his immature head. There were two metal-like protrusions on it, which looked like a giant dragon.
It's just that the two of them are still very small, about the size of a pony. The God of Thunder looked at these two metal creatures that looked very familiar, and felt like he was witnessing history.
Metal dragons are weapons in the hands of the legendary gods. They have a large growth limit and may be as good as the legendary ones in the future. However, their current appearance is more like two small cats fighting for food.
Two golden dragon cubs, one male and one female, bared their teeth, one spread its immature wings to protect the large piece of metal ore behind it, and the other stared at it eagerly, ready to take a bite at any time.
Ping pong——
The two golden dragons couldn't help but collided together. The immature Lin wings and claws collided with each other, making a series of sparks and metal collision sounds. The tinkling sound and the babbling sound were mixed together, echoing in the ore pile.
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"Is this your latest creation?" The God of Thunder stood beside the dragon-horned elf and followed his line of sight to the two metal dragons who were fighting non-stop.
"Yeah." Hercules hummed softly.
Although his godhead is power, in fact, wisdom and thought are also a kind of power. Therefore, after he reinterpreted power, his wisdom was enough to allow him to create life.