The sword edge was like lightning, and it ruthlessly cut into Robben's shoulder. The splash of blood stained Creek's murderous face red.

The sword slashed into the flesh and blood, but it seemed to be sucked and could not move. The other party seemed to have taken some measures immediately. Crick didn't think too much and let it go decisively. He turned around and the other sword had been taken out of the ring and slashed hard at the other shoulder of Robben.

In the vast yellow sand, a sword energy crisscrossed. Crick circulated around Robben like a whirlwind, constantly taking out new swords from his hands, either chopping or stabbing, all of which were fiercely greeted Robben.

Robben did not resist, as if a puppet was practicing blood splattering.

A storm of fierce attack, Crick was about to pierce the enemy's heart with another sword, but he was already on the move, but he was stunned because no weapons appeared in his hand.

With a sudden jump back, Crick stayed away from Robben.

Looking at Robben, who was standing there, covered in blood and carrying nearly twenty long swords with him, Crick couldn't help but feel annoyed. This guy... actually used up his weapons!

Robben finally opened his mouth, exhaled a breath with a strong bloody smell, and raised his head, "It should be...nothing, right? You said you don't have many spare weapons..."

Crick's eyes twitched in anger, "I can kill you like no weapon!"

Robben smiled hard, "This...I believe it."

Raising his hand, Robben held the sword that penetrated his chest and slowly pulled it out. Blood suddenly rushed out and splashed on the surrounding sand, forming a dark red mark.

The sword fell silently and fell into the sand. Robben covered the wound for a while, and the blood stopped in a soft white light, but Robben looked full of pain. He held the second sword and slowly pulled it out from his waist.

Seeing Robben slowly pulling out a long sword from his body and spraying it with a large piece of blood, even Creek, who was used to life and death, had a little uncomfortable look. Crick himself had never seen such a scene.

He pulled out the last long sword from his legs, and Robben had already put a blood-stained sword under his feet. As the sword left, Robben seemed to have used almost all his strength. His body seemed to fall down in a flash. Fortunately, he took a step forward in time. Only then did he stabilize his body.

Hard, Robben smiled, "Now, can we... say a few words?"

Crick's eyes moved back and forth between Robben and the weapons on the ground several times, and said, "I think there is nothing to say between us anymore. I should have seen through this long ago. You are the perfect monster! It's impossible for you to be a god clan at all!"

"Monster..." Robben threw the last sword to the ground and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Yes... I am a monster. If it were a human, you would have died when you stabbed the first sword, and I am still alive until now."

Crick took a deep breath, raised his hand and took out his helmet from the ring, and took it with him. He was fully armed and said in a deep voice: "Don't think that what you did just now can win my sympathy. I'm just waiting for you to shed more blood. Even if you have something special about you. After shed so much blood, she has fallen into weakness. You are seeking death by yourself today! Then I will fulfill your wish!"

With a muffled shout, Crick pounced on him again, but this time he still did not use his fighting spirit. The man drew a strange arc in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped over Robben's head and smashed his fist with chain armor gloves down fiercely.

A punch was pressed hard on Robben's face, and Robben's body was directly hit and flew out. Creek was in the air, his toes were on the ground, and the person rushed out like a strong wind, instantly catching up with Robben, who was still in the air, and his fist was smashed over like a storm.

A series of punches and flesh raked in the sand and dust. Crick swept over Robben like a wind, and ran wildly on the sand with Robben's body, splattering blood all the way.

The crazy energy grabbed Robben and rushed hundreds of meters away, dragging a deep trace on the sand in the wilderness.

The attack of the storm stopped abruptly. Robben, who was jogging in the air, was strangled by one hand and hung softly in the air.

Crick gasped slightly, his breath seemed a little confused, "Don't you fight back?"

"I... didn't come to fight you..."

Now, Crick felt a little confused. The guy in front of him didn't resist at all. He had chopped more than twenty swords before, but he didn't even hum, and then slowly pulled out all the swords. The indifferent look was simply unreasonable.

Now...Crick looked at the bones that were raised in the air by himself, and the blood kept flowing down his fingers, toes, and nose, as if he was already like a corpse enemy.Crick suddenly felt a little disgusted and fearful.

He threw Robben out fiercely. Crick looked at his blood-stained hand, quickly took off his helmet and threw it away. He took a few breaths, and then he realized that his body was covered with blood.

Hesitantly, afraid of being infected with the plague, Crick rudely removed all the armor on his body, threw it away from a distance, found a piece of cloth and kept wiping his hands, "Hell! Hell!"

Throwing the cloth away, Crick strode to Roben, who was still lying on the sand, and asked coldly: "If you don't fight back, you will be dead!"

Robben finally smiled, "You... don't you think it's better to kill me directly?"

"Kill you directly?" Crick was furious in an instant, "How can there be such a cheap thing!? Everything you do to me and your opponent's God Realm must be judged! You must receive the punishment you deserve!!"

He grabbed Robben's collar with both hands and grabbed Robben from the ground. Crick roared: "You damn scum!! You deceived everyone! You made me like this! You died if you want to be simple!? You must go to hell! Being suffering forever!!"

Robben's injury was touched, and he coughed, spit out a small mouthful of blood, which sprinkled on Creek's hands. Creek's eyebrows flew straight, and he roared and kicked Robben away, quickly shaking the blood on his hands.

"Miscellaneous! Scum! A nasty bug!!" Crick took out the cloth again, wiped his hand fiercely, and cursed constantly.

Robben fell to the ground, really didn't have much strength anymore, and spat out another mouthful of blood and said weakly: "It's good. I think... you can always listen to me seriously now, right?"

"Miscellaneous! Leave what you want to say on your Judgment Day! I will bring you back to the realm of God! You will be transformed into ashes under the Holy Light!!"

Confirm that Robben had no resistance anymore, Crick found a rope thicker than his thumb and tied it up. However, when he saw Robben covered in blood and looked at him with a strange look, Crick couldn't help but feel annoyed for no reason.

"Look at me and I'll dig your eyes first!" With an angrily shout, Crick raised his foot and kicked Robben's head.

"Crick, you're human."

A gentle, or weak voice was almost inaudible in the dusty wilderness, but this sentence made Crick's feet fixed in the air.

"I came today to say this." Robben's weak voice could hardly be heard.

Crick's cheeks shook violently. Then a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his feet fell down in the air, and he stepped on Robben's face into the sand, "Isn't it enough to treat me like a fool? I have been deceived by us since the God Realm, and now... you can still say such words so calmly. I really admire your human beings' unparalleled inferiority among living creatures!"

Raising his feet, Crick shook his hand and wrapped the rope around Luo himself. But if he didn't really do it, he would definitely not be able to tie the rope well. With patience, Crick squatted down and tied the rope to Luo himself fiercely.

Robben's body had completely lost its ability to move. He was severely injured by Crick before, and blood spilled on the sand. Then he was broken by countless heavy punches and most of the bones in his body. No one could lift it. Crick firmly believed that in this case, even if the other party could still use magic, he could pull the other party's head off before that.

Robben's hand slowly raised, right in front of Crick's eyes.

Crick couldn't believe that the arm was the first to break, and the previous sword injury almost cut off the tendon of the arm. The palm of the palm was filled with broken bones, and now it was lifted up.

Amid a harsh crackling sound, Robben's hand trembled violently, and the strange soft white light flowed rapidly across Robben's entire arm, like lightning.

Crick was shocked and shouted angrily, his palm slashed straight towards Robben's neck, but a sudden flash of eyes made his wrist actually grabbed.

Crick couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

The originally abandoned arm was completely repaired in an instant, and more than that, this arm not only recovered as before, but also had a delicate skin, emitting a crystal light like white jade, like the most perfect sculpture, every texture is just right, and every muscle is perfect, just like something that shouldn't exist.

What really shocked Crick was the thing that was accidentally caught in the corner of his eyes.

Robben's other arm exuded a heart-pounding black aura, and the whole arm had already dried up and dried up. The muscles and blood veins turned into ashes in a blink of an eye and dissipated into the sand and dust, leaving only the burnt dead bones.

"You...you..." Crick was extremely shocked and struggled for a while, and found that his wrist was being pinched tightly. With his own strength, he could not shake the other party at all!

"Don't be afraid, this is the power I got from the teeth. It was she who taught me how to use this magical power of ancient times. It won't cause any harm to you. I just want to tell you, Crick! You are a human! You are not a god!"

"All nonsense!" Crick shouted angrily, raised his arm suddenly, pulled Robben out of the sand, turned around and kicked Robben's back.

Crick felt a lighter in his hand, and Robben disappeared into the air like a light smoke.

"I'm telling the truth, you don't have to be angry about it."

Crick was shocked, turned around and looked in the sound, and found that Robben was standing more than ten steps away, with strange black and white light flowing all over his body. What made Crick feel cold on his back was that as the black and white light continued to flow, Robben's whole body continued to wither and regenerate...

In a blink of an eye, the dead bones turned into flesh and blood, and instantly drifted like ashes in the wind. Crick looked at Robben with a shocked face, "You...who are you!?"

Robben took a deep breath, and the black and white light on his body began to clearly separate. The black light formed a shadow behind Robben, and the white light flowed through Robben's whole body. The wounds on Robben had long disappeared, and the skin exposed outside the torn clothes looked crystal clear, like crystal.

Suddenly, the black shadow began to dissipate like light smoke, and the white light on Luo itself also dimmed rapidly.

In just one breath, Robben's body returned to its original state and no longer had light flashes.

Looking at Robben's intact body, Crick was shocked inexplicably. Human Robben would use very powerful healing techniques. Almost everyone in the divine world knows this, but... it doesn't seem to be so powerful, right? It's extremely blood loss, and the bones and muscles in the body are broken. Even the extreme recovery magic treatment is limited and it cannot violate the laws of life...

But in this situation now... this is simply magic!

Robben looked at his body and chuckled, "Don't be so surprised, this is the power I learned from the teeth. Although her power is neutral, she has always used the power of light. After I was attacked by the power of curses, this power has actually been in a state of weakening. Some time ago, due to something, my power of light was greatly improved, and with it, it seems that this power has also been strengthened."

"From the teeth..." Crick still couldn't believe it.

"Ah, the situation of teeth is... quite strange, of course. I am not talking about these things today, and I am not playing tricks on you before. I just want you to know clearly that I am just coming to explain something to you sincerely. I hope you can listen carefully and think about it!"

"Nonsense!" Crick shouted loudly, "Your words... are like lies!"

Robben nodded helplessly, "I did... deceive you, but whether what I said now is up to you to judge whether it is true or not."

Crick laughed instead of anger and said loudly: "This is the ridiculous lie I have ever heard! As a god of war, I have participated in many wars of gods and demons. I have made great contributions to the gods. I have almost endless life! What did you say? You actually told me that I am a human? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Robben was silent for a moment and said softly: "You are indeed a god of war. You have participated in many major wars and built countless works for the demons. You have survived a long time that humans cannot imagine. But... I think there may be a question deep in your soul, that is... why can't you remember what you did in your childhood?"

Crick's face changed rapidly, "What did you say?"

"Your memory starts from a shelter where orphans are taken. At that time, you have already gotten some age and know something, but you don't remember what happened before, and your childhood memories are blank!"

Creek's eyes shook, his face full of shock.

"You don't know where you came from and why you appeared there? Who was you before? It was someone else who told you that your name was Crick. This name that looked like a man has been with you until now. It was someone else who told you about your past, an unverified childhood, and unknown parents disappeared early. In short, you seemed to be very natural in that shelter, although you still had some questions in your heart."

"But soon your talent was discovered, you began to practice hard, study day and night, everything before became a phantom and left you, you became an excellent warrior, step by step, almost reaching the top, good luck favors you, everything seems to exist for you, and in the end you become a god of war and gain an unparalleled and powerful divine tool.

As he said that, Robben took out the golden scepter in the ring, "It's a pity that this thing does not belong entirely to you. This is something that will appear in different forms when encountering different owners. Or he is choosing the master, or he is the holder of the original form of this thing, and he chose the user for him..."

Crick's eyes shrank fiercely, "What are you talking about?"

"Crick, you are a human being, a human being brought back to the gods and cultivated by the gods. Just like other children you met in that shelter, I think you still have questions about your past when you became a god of war, or earlier, and have thought about checking your own life experience, but... that shelter must have disappeared very early, all traces disappeared completely, and there was nowhere to be found.

Crick's lips shook slightly, and his eyes showed an indescribable look of fear, "How do you...you know these things?"

Robben hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say that these things were actually told by Tee, and the purpose was to save Crick.

"I just learned it through some channels, so..."

"Nonsense!" Crick waved his arm almost madly, "This may only be your scam! You find out my details and make up lies to shake me! You mean scum!"

A nervous smile appeared on his face. Crick laughed and said, "And, I want to tell you! So what if I am a human? I am still a god of war, I am still a god of war in the god world, and I still have endless lives! What you said means nothing to me!"

Robben exhaled slightly, "Crick, you... can no longer return to the realm of God. You should have realized this, although you are not very clear."

Crick's face turned gray and then turned red suddenly, "I don't want to listen to your lies anymore! Today... I want to catch you here and take you back to the God Realm for judgment!!"

Robben sighed and slowly retreated, "Crick, I know you won't believe me, and I didn't expect this. But I hope you remember my words, and... Please think carefully. As a god, why did you become so fragile after losing the lightsaber, and it has even disappeared now! And... On your way to becoming a god of war, have you received too much so that you feel that you feel that there is something amazing physical strengthening training..."
To be continued...