Craig was a little unhappy that Chi You said that Tempus was stronger than him, but he really wanted to get Tempus's godhead. His expression straightened and he said:

"Then what do you want? Do I have to give you my godhead if I lose?"

He is a little wary.

If it were such a condition, he would not agree. His future was nothing compared to his own life.

"I don't need your divinity, but if you lose, you must give me a ray of divinity and give me five incarnations of gods." Guangchuang Chiyou said.

Tempus's godhead is of great value. If he can also obtain a large amount of war power, it will be enough to create a strong man with medium power.

He has his own arrangements for this.

"Five tools?"

War God Craig frowned.

He is a god of the new generation. He has only been a powerful god for more than a thousand years. His foundation is a bit lacking compared to the old powerful gods. In addition, the advancement of his body requires divine power, so he currently only has six incarnations of god.

The five incarnations of gods account for almost half of his net worth.

"Bet or not?"

Guangchuang threw away the shining godhead in his hand and smiled lightly, "Is it possible that His Highness Craig is afraid and admits that your war skills are not as good as mine?"

Damn, can you bear this?

War God Craig gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"Bet, bet!"

This is no longer a question of dare or not. If he chooses to avoid it this time, then he is denying his own way of war, and will be less likely to face challenges from other gods of war in the future.

Chi You and Craig started a gambling battle.

"You have a better understanding of the situation of the petitioners in God's country and know who is more powerful, so for the sake of fairness, we all declare ourselves divine powers, and the physical functions and fighting spirit levels of all soldiers are unified."

"OK!"

The two negotiated the specific details, signed a contract, and came to the mountains and rivers where the Warrior sleeps below. They gathered an army of millions and began to fight.

This battle lasted for a month.

Both sides were stationed in the central army, deploying troops and generals, and various tactics were emerging. Guangchuang relied on the powerful computing power of "Virtual Jade Disk", coupled with the wisdom of ancestors such as "The Art of War" and "Thirty-Six Strategies", and finally

A fire company came and won the victory.

After the bet failed, the God of War looked doubtful about life and said:

"No no...how is this possible? I lost, I actually lost..."

He looked a bit like someone possessed by Mrs. Xianglin, and couldn't believe that he had failed miserably in the field he was best at.

Yes, he was completely defeated and completely abused.

The "virtual jade disk" in Guangchuang's body flashed with complex data streams, and various images flashed back. He was reviewing the playback. After a while, he concluded:

"Wars in Faerûn are generally small-scale and specialize in sudden battles, blitzes, and decapitation tactics. This is determined by extraordinary professions and training methods.

Strong men leading groups of adventurers and small troops are the mainstream of war. There are natural deficiencies in super-large-scale and group operations."

"..."

War God Craig was speechless.

He realized he had made a stupid mistake.

If the number of soldiers is limited to less than 10,000, he will win this time.

But it's too late to regret it.

The God of War looked aggrieved and summoned five clones, cutting off their connection with the main body.

boom!

The moment the light was created, he spit out a mouthful of divine flames, and the bodies of the five incarnations of the God of War melted in the true fire of the sun. The golden divine flames burned impurities and continued to refine.

Finally, the boundless divine energy was compressed and solidified again, forming five golden crystals.

"Thanks."

Guangchuang smiled faintly, put away the five pieces of divine power crystals, and floated away.

Only the God of War Craig was left alone and messy in the wind...

………

No coincidence.

At this moment, the war in the abyss is coming to an end.

On the 132nd level of the abyss, the landscape is very primitive. The scorched earth is covered with veins of red lava. Lakes of strong acid can be seen everywhere. Black smoke fills the air. Even the rain that falls is filled with the smell of sulfur.

This is like a post-apocalyptic wasteland after a nuclear war.

A powerful demon monarch stood on a high slope. His eyes were deep purple, like an abyss whirlpool. There were six pairs of dark wings like fallen angels on his back. He was tall and had a terrifying, ferocious and majestic keel-shaped exoskeleton.

And blade stabbing, exuding an evil dark aura.

He calls himself the Demon Lord Sauron and is the new Demon Lord.

Not far in front of him, there was a tall gray tower standing among the desolate mountains.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh--!"

On the devastated land, the two demon armies collided head on like boiling lava.

Countless magical flames are boiling and conflicting with each other, just like the fireworks and flowing fire blooming on the ground. The killing and death are so beautiful when viewed from a distance...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Countless blasphemous fireballs are constantly attacking each other. They fall from the sky, and each one will create a deep pit with a diameter of tens of meters. Below the deep pit and

There were piles of corpses piled up nearby, and the dark flames were still burning on the corpses and even on the stone sand.

Such an attack would be extremely terrifying if placed in the main material world.

But it is insignificant in the bottomless abyss, and mountains of swords and seas of fire cannot stop the raging tide of war that spans thousands of kilometers.

The demons wildly threw blasphemous fireballs and various evil spells, or fought bloody melee battles. They were not afraid of death, and from time to time they would accidentally injure their own people.

There is no military discipline and they fight randomly.

In such a chaotic battlefield, even some demon nobles who are comparable to legendary strongmen may be overwhelmed and torn to pieces by the swarming demon army at any time.

But no demon dared to approach the demon king with twelve jet-black wings on the high slope.

"Dark Lord" Sauron looked at the gray tower. The twelve jet-black wings behind him flapped gently, setting off waves of terrifying dark force storms. His purple-black eyes turned to silver-white, and he said indifferently:

"Merzina, aren't you coming out yet?"

A few seconds later, a dark red sun suddenly appeared on the tower.

Demon Lord Melzina is a three-headed demon. He has six thick arms, a green face and fangs. He is tall and mighty, and is covered with blood inflammation. He said:

"Sauron, don't bully others. I am a member of the demon lord Demogorgon!"

"So what, you still have to die! In the name of the Demon King Sauron, I grant you death!"

Demon Lord Sauron's six pairs of wings slowly unfolded, and the majestic dark gold energy poured down. Thousands of low-level demons in front suddenly stopped all movements. The demon's body quickly collapsed, and its soul was also wiped out in the golden light.

!

When the golden light disappears, the real terror arises.

“Bang!!”

A dark golden mushroom cloud was generated, and no matter it was the high tower, the massive low-level demons, or the powerful demon lord Melzina, they were all instantly wiped out by such power!
Chapter completed!