Crystal world.

This is a continent that can't be seen at the end. There are mountains, lakes, and various birds and beasts on the continent. There are even some legendary creatures on the highest peaks that stand into the clouds. There are also some creatures that are only found in legends - dragons, and dragons that are all over a thousand meters long. But no matter what it is, without exception, whether it is a mountain or a dragon entity is composed of purple crystals. The clouds on the mountain are made of extremely fine purple crystal powder. They will spread purple energy during the floating process in the sky. These energy will slowly gather or disperse. When dispersed, they will rise to the sky of the continent and turn the originally empty sky into a light pink sky. When they gather, they will condense into purple clouds again. When these clouds gather too much, purple raindrops will even fall.

Rain drops gather into rivers, rivers gather into seas, and excessive crystals in the sea will rise back into the air under the sun in the sky, replenishing the clouds there. Everything has already had its own cycle rules.

"Drink! Even the sun!" A voice said coldly. The visitor was a warrior wearing leather armor. His body was also composed of crystals. However, the crystals were wandering from time to time, something that did not exist in this world originally - a burning red flame. The flames came from nowhere, but the burning ground was very fierce. The flames would occasionally gush out of his crystal body, and then contact the air around his body, causing a fierce conflict, and then disappeared around his body. However, the leather armor, which was also composed of crystals, was not damaged at all. Instead, it absorbed the power of the flame, faintly exuding a trace of red light, which was a sign that the protective power of the leather armor was enhanced. The visitor stepped on a plant that had just emerged from the ground, and the plant was directly stepped into a ball of energy and slowly annihilated around his feet.

Not far away is a not-so-large primitive tribe. There are some primitive humans living in the tribe. It seems that the tribe's life is extremely stable. There is actually a ten-meter high platform in the center of the tribe. On the animal skin on the platform is painted with a man similar to a god. A dragon flying above his head and a height like a mountain painted beside him. In this world, warriors have fought in countless continents. If the platform can have such a high platform for sacrificial sacrifices, they are generally tribes with relatively stable life. If the tribe is several times larger, it is possible to have a hall dedicated to sacrificial gods. Therefore, just by looking at the scale of the sacrificial places, you can basically see the stability and development of life in various regions on this road.

Of course, the development speed of this new continent is a bit faster, if it is said at the original natural speed of this world.

This is not normal.

The warrior's figure flashed and he instantly arrived at the high platform in the center of the tribe. From here, he could basically see the entire tribe, the continuous houses and the scattered houses in the distance. The scale of this tribe was truly presented to him. "More than a thousand, there are still many people!" The warrior said to himself. After seeing the size of the tribe, he turned around, looked at the portrait of the gods on the altar, and grabbed the animal skins on the altar. Almost at the same time, the tribe warriors guarding the altar discovered that someone had bypassed them and climbed onto the altar without authorization. He quickly reacted and howled angrily from the audience.

Going to the altar without permission is equivalent to attacking the altar, that is the enemy! This is the default rule for each tribe.

The warrior didn't even look at it. As soon as his nails bounced, a faint flame came out from the tip of his fingers. The flying flame that looked a little bored in seconds automatically decomposed into dozens of light flames as big as fingertips, silently drawing dozens of trajectories and flying away. Almost instantly, the warriors were hit by the flames, and their bodies ignited a raging fire for a moment, and the energy turbulent decomposed into purple disappeared on the stairs on the altar.

After guarding the warrior, an old man holding a staff fell to the ground in depressedly, crawling and shouting in pain: "O God!" However, looking at his tragic expression, it seemed that he was not expressing respect and surrender to the warrior god on the platform, but in pain, the warrior held the god they originally believed in in his hands so unscrupulously. Then the old man's prayer confirmed this statement: "God! The blasphemer you predicted has appeared under your throne! Have you seen it!?"

The warrior was a little unexpected and frowned and said, "Hmph! Even the faith is dared to steal it!"

When the old man heard this, he suddenly raised his head and pointed at the warrior and said angrily: "Little thief! You have actually blasphemed His Highness Tiratmes of the sun god! You also killed the guardian of the altar. I don't know that you have committed a tremendous sin. Tiratmes will definitely prevent you from being reborn in the Hell of Fire!"

"Little Thief?" The warrior seemed a little surprised and funny at this title. It was the first time he was called this in his long life.

As soon as the warrior closed his fingers, the old man's figure instantly arrived in front of the warrior. The warrior grabbed his front in his hand and asked calmly: "Say, what other gods are there in this continent besides the false god Tiratmes?"

The old man was stunned and then replied with anger: "Pseudo-God? Other Gods? There is only one god on our continent, that is the great Tirathimis!"

"Only one god?" The warrior was slightly confused. Only one god could cover such a large continent? He could rise so quickly? When he came to patrol this area last time, there was no such continent. "It's really only one god?" The warrior was a little unwilling to give up. The old man almost spitted at him: "Blasphemer! Your disrespect to God will cause you to fall into hell forever!"

"I thought there were a few gods, and it turned out to be only one." The warrior smiled, and his words became relaxed. He suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the radiant sun in the sky, and asked, "Sun God? Then where is the temple of Tirathimis actually?"

The old man looked angry again and howled, "You are so disrespectful to the great Tirathomes, you will be retribution! Tirathomes will roast you into jerky meat in his flames!"

"Jelly meat? Is his divine power that strong?" The warrior put down the old man and easily twisted the staff in his hand. His fingers seemed to be cautious, as if he would destroy the staff by accident.

"Well, it's true, there's a trace of his divine power here." The warrior said, regardless of the old man's surprise, hatred, and fear. The two fingers of the other hand pinched the gem of the staff, and a green light was drawn out, and the gem on the staff quickly dimmed, and then it shattered into a pile of scraps with a bang.

The warrior closed his eyes and pinched the green divine power on his fingertips, as if he was rubbing a ball of dough, slowly grinding the green divine power into an energy turbulent flow. The old man was already speechless in horror. As the altar priest, he naturally knew the power of the divine power, but he could grind and destroy a touch of divine power in every move. What kind of existence is that?

"Huh?" The warrior suddenly discovered another thing. The use of divine power has always been two-way. While God gave believers faith, he also provided the user of divine power with an opportunity to touch God. However, even if he held this divine power of Tirathomes in his hand, grinded it and annihilated it, analyzed the composition of divine power, but did not see any response from the gods named Tirathomes, and did not even have a trace of anger. What's going on?

There are only two possibilities for this situation: either it is a weak god who can feel the strength of the warrior and dare not respond, while the other possibility is that the god does not or does not want to respond, otherwise this is a blasphemy that cannot be tolerated in the god world. Even if some sleeping gods want to wake up from deep sleep, they will give the blasphemer a painful blow.

It is obvious that being able to create such a continent is not related to him. So, why didn't this god respond?

The warrior thought intently.

But the old man on the side was trembling, not knowing whether he was afraid or hatred, and slowly walked towards the warrior again and said slowly: "Dear Your Excellency, which god you are in this world?"
Chapter completed!