Book of Gods and Demons

Joe, who was almost exhausted, returned to the coalition headquarters out of breath.

Due to the natural disasters, the temporary headquarters of the coalition forces have changed several places. The current headquarters is simply a small highland with a radius of nearly a hundred miles and a height of 3,000 feet, which is simply pulled up from the hills by a few demi-gods who can move the earth.

On the high ground, hundreds of castles of various shapes are neatly arranged.

These are some famous big castles in the south of the empire, which can be called historical sites, and they are the family residences of some great nobles.

Because of natural disasters, these ancient castles would have been submerged by floods, and the coalition headquarters simply moved them over and used them as high-level coalition resident sites. Now it seems that the effect is not generally good.

The figure is getting stronger and stronger, the single height is more than nine feet, the bloated fat on his body has completely disappeared, and the whole person has become burly, handsome, and imposing. Joe is shirtless, with a broken military flag wrapped around his waist, striding forward. Going to the largest castle in the middle, covering an area of ​​more than a thousand acres.

Allied soldiers bowed their heads and saluted where the beard and scum, and the haggard-looking Joe passed.

They have seen with their own eyes how many abyssal powerhouses have been beheaded by Joe in the past few days. Especially when Joe hit the excitement, he didn't bother to use Heringle's slaughter, but directly used his fists and palms to tear the abyssal powerhouses to pieces...

Among the current abyssal powerhouses, a behemoth with a height of more than three hundred feet has gradually appeared.

These big guys who are thirty times taller than Joe, the scene of being smashed to pieces by Joe's body is like a sparrow easily torn a goshawk...The impact of this picture makes all the coalition forces understand, at this moment How strong is Joe's.

The strong is respected.

Thousands of troops bowed their heads wherever they passed.

Joe has turned a blind eye to this.

The heat in his body is tumbling, and his body functions are at its peak. The body that is strong to a certain level, like his soul that is also on the verge of metamorphosis, is brewing an essential change.

Joe's physical strength has approached the one hundred golden Titan.

His soul index has approached one hundred spiritual points.

The most essential difference between humans and gods lies in the transformation of gods and souls, and the most basic condition for the transformation of gods and souls is to reach one hundred spiritual points-to describe in not very precise and not very standard words, it is your IQ, reaching Ten thousand points!

The gods are omnipotent, and their thinking, understanding, and analysis abilities have reached a level that mortals can't imagine. Their ability to recognize, understand, and absorb the world and laws is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Ordinary people can be called smart people with an IQ of eight or ninety points.

But if you want to be a god, ‘smart man’ is not enough.

The body is excited, the soul is excited.

But Joe's consciousness fell to the extreme. He is essentially a person, one just...oh, unknowingly, this year's Mid-autumn night has passed, and Joe has turned nineteen!

However, he is still only a nineteen-year-old young man.

How long has he been fighting on this **** battlefield?

Days and nights, bloody, **** and frantic fighting... He killed countless abyssal creatures, and saw those abyssal creatures killed countless coalition soldiers.

He even saw those...many ancient existences whose names had been forgotten by the people of Medland. After the **** sacrifices of the abyss consciousness, they slowly returned to Medland from the depths of the void.

These gods don't treat Medland's creatures as a thing at all.

After their return, they didn't even bother to recuperate, and to understand the current situation of the world, so they threw themselves into crazy killings and wars. They beat the world and the earth torn apart, their believers flew into the air, and their supernatural powers were intertwined in the void, bringing horrible natural disasters to Medland, and the ashes of hundreds of people.

Joe's self-consciousness can't withstand such a shock and such a heavy weight.

Therefore, the power of his self-consciousness has been weakened to the extreme.

He wants to have a good night's sleep.

He wants to get drunk.

He wanted to take Weimar's little hand, and scurry with her in the streets and alleys of Tulum Harbor, looking for treasures in the big and small, new and old shops.

Even, he was willing to join Golkin with a group of fierce mastiffs and have a hearty fight on the street with the sons and buddies of Tulum Harbour.

He swears that if he fights with the dudes in Tulum Harbor again, he will never use any extraordinary power.

Everyone lifted the bricks and smashed each other's heads, Joe definitely didn't use any extraordinary power!

Looking back at the flooded area to the south that had been stained red with blood, Qiao Ji shivered.

Once in the port of Tulum, the powerful enemies of the Rittal family, the indigenous families of Tulum and Jiasijia Island, the'enemies' that he hated to the bone... At this moment, they are really kind and kind. Nice guy!

Joe even began to miss those family enemies who had been sentenced to death and had already been shot.

He even began to miss the unlucky ones who survived the native family and were sentenced to exile.

He decided that after the disaster passed, he would apply for an amnesty to let these hapless ones return to Tulum Port and return part of their family wealth so that they can live happily in Tulum Port.

I have seen the abyss.

Have seen a **** war.

I have seen natural disasters.

Those family grievances in the past are like a breeze, there is nothing that cannot be forgiven.

After exhaling heavily, Joe shook his head and continued to stride forward.

In his mind, a pair of crimson eyes has become the substance, and strands of crimson haze surround the pair of eyes, and countless runes flicker in the haze, releasing an indifferent and merciless gloom. Shine on Joe's whole mind.

These days, if it weren't for the support of the crimson instinct, Joe could no longer hold on.

It is impossible for any normal person to persist in such crazy killings for more than three days.

Joe persisted...Many times, he seemed to have a nightmare, letting his crimson instinct control his body, and his self-consciousness tremblingly watched, watching himself use the most direct and effective terrifying means to crush those abyssal creatures. Into meat foam.

"Enough, enough...I want a good night's sleep now...even, as Golkin said..."

Joe looked around a little sneakily.

"He said, on the battlefield, if you can't bear the psychological pressure... go find a girl?"

"Tsk!"

Qiao took a cold breath, and a crimson light flashed in his eyes...Well, on this high ground as the headquarters of the headquarters, there are all rough men, and there is no young girl to be eye-catching.