"Death, killing, war, conspiracy, undead... Don't let me down in your growth!" Feng Linmo's gaze spread to the entire world of Osiris.
He is like a hard-working old farmer, waiting for the vegetables and grains in his field to grow strong and strong, providing him with generous rewards.
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This is a quiet town, and the only noise in the town may be the sound of the stubborn blacksmith banging from morning to night.
The war displaced many people and caused many industries to go from prosperity to decline.
But blacksmiths are especially in demand.
Weapons are the second life of every warrior.
The blacksmith provides this life to the warriors.
The clatter of horse hooves came from a distant place, gradually interrupting the silence.
Sitting on the horseback was a middle-aged man with white hair. His dark armor made him look like a reef on the most dangerous coast. He was hard, tenacious, cold, and lurking with murderous intent.
Under his crotch is a black horse, but the horse's ankles are covered with pitch-black scales. A connoisseur of goods can tell at a glance that this is a demon horse with the bloodline of a high-level monster nightmare. It is violent, ferocious, and Bloodthirsty and quick as the wind is what it's all about.
But such a magic horse seemed docile when the man who was like a reef sat down. This undoubtedly made this white-haired middle-aged man extremely extraordinary.
The sound of horse hooves was like a knocking stone, knocking on the door of Lanling Town.
The town was still dead silent, yes dead silent, not silent, because there was no one on the streets or in the shops. It's like a dead city here.
This is indeed a dead city!
Crazy blacksmith Simba is the only living person in this town. He is the blacksmith of this town, a resident of this town, the mayor of this town, the guard of this town, and everything in this town.
There is a saying in the Kingdom of Knights that if you knock down a brick from the corner of the palace, the king will make you go to jail, but if you break even a blade of grass in Lanling Town, Simba will throw you into it. Burnt into white ash in the iron furnace.
I do not care who you are! Yes! I do not care who you are!
Simba is certainly no ordinary blacksmith! He used to be a god, Syndra, the god of forging. After the war between gods began, he did not want to participate in the war of the gods, so he restrained his divine body and power, descended to the mortal world, and became a mortal blacksmith.
The magic horse gently stopped next to the dilapidated blacksmith shop. The middle-aged man with white hair and black armor jumped off the horse and opened the door in front of him.
What caught his eye was not the majestic and majestic giant god who once forged artifacts for the gods, but an old man who, although he had strong muscles, looked very old.
The white-haired middle-aged man stood quietly behind the blacksmith, silent, and watched the old man hammering the iron with the same concentration.
Finally, the old man looked at the iron bar of unknown shape under the iron pliers with satisfaction, nodded with satisfaction, and then put it into the cold water aside. With a hiss, a strong vapor spread in the air.
At this time, the blacksmith just turned around and looked at the middle-aged man with black armor and white hair.
Immediately afterwards, the blacksmith was shocked.
The former god of forging knelt at the feet of the white-haired man. His excited and trembling hands tightly grasped the soil on the ground, and the blue veins were exposed under the rolled-up sleeves.
Regardless of the heat, the white-haired middle-aged man picked up the iron bar that had fallen to the ground because the blacksmith was distracted. He placed it solemnly on the table, then helped the old man up and said, "You've been waiting for a long time!"
Suddenly the old man burst into tears, yes! long time!
The blacksmith immediately got up from the ground and said to the white-haired middle-aged man: "Your Majesty! Please come with me!"
"Your Majesty?" The white-haired middle-aged man smiled.
"Yes! Your Majesty! All of us... have been waiting for you for too long! We have been left behind for too long! It has been so long that everyone has forgotten who is the real king of gods and who is the real king of gods in heaven. ." The old man said with a serious face.
The white-haired middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something. He smiled mockingly and then said with a hand, "Lead the way!"
An ordinary house was opened. It was a very ordinary room, small but very warmly decorated. The only regret was that there was no one inside, or rather there was no living person. A burly stone sculpture stood in this room with a resolute expression. Three meters inside the door, his eyes were staring out the window, seemingly deep in thought, but more like waiting.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as subtle and slightly warped. Such a piece of art should be worth a lot of money if you want to take it out and sell it.
But the old man picked up his hammer and hit the stone man on the chest.
A burst of red light flashed, and large chunks of mud began to fall off the stone man's body.
Soon a strong man stood in front of the two of them.
"Has, God of the Sky, has met His Majesty the God King!" The strong man instantly knelt on the ground and hammered his chest with his hand.
The originally quiet Lanling Town was no longer quiet, click! Click! Sounds like ceramics being smashed came in waves, shrouding the entire town. The rapid and frequent footsteps produced a shocking vibration. This small town condensed a wave of desolation for no reason. Killing spirit.
The white-haired man looked at the dozens of gods and more than a thousand demigods gathered in front of him, and his heart was ups and downs. They were naked, and the original clothes on their bodies had already turned into dust along with the broken soil. They were surrounded by Mounts or pets with terrifying auras, and the dirt that has not yet been completely removed from these mounts or pets are telling others that they are sleeping with their owners.
The white-haired man held the long sword on his waist and looked at the high-spirited team in front of him. Their naked bodies did not make their majestic bodies look unclean in any way, but instead reflected their high spirits more vividly.
With a swipe sound, the white-haired man pulled out the long sword from his waist, pointed in the direction of the sky and loudly said: "Warriors under the banner of strength! The days of rest are over! You will once again set foot on the battlefield that belongs to you and take back your Glory! In the name of Hashaddin!"
"In the name of Hasadin!"
"In the name of Hasadin!"
"In the name of Hasadin!"
Everyone shouted loudly, seeming to be venting their anger that had been dormant for many years.
The God of Power is not dead?
He is indeed dead!
Kasa, the God of Thunder, relied on the power of all parties and the impetus of the surging momentum to kill him in the sky.
But Hasadin's soul, under the protection of Feng Linyi, quietly crossed the River Styx and was reincarnated into the human race.
He survived as a human for several lives.
It was not until this life that he accidentally killed a god who had fallen into the mortal world and seized the god's divinity. Only then did he successfully recover himself and find a way to summon his former subordinates.
Since the world is already in such chaos, Feng Linyi doesn't mind adding more fuel to the fire.
When Hashaddin returns from destruction, his enemies will be terrified.
It is also natural to ignore some other changes.
At the same time, Feng Linwen was also looking forward to whether Hasadin could bring him some surprises.
