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Chapter 109 Battle of the Gods?Then I am Ragnarok

MC's creative mode.

As we all know, this is a magic pattern.

In this mode, the player has unlimited lives, can go to the sky and enter the sea, can take out all the things in the world from the luggage, and even directly use the code to modify the rules.

It can be called omnipotent.

His fighting ability is close to him.

One knife is one 999, one knife is one Ender Dragon.

I am Zha Zhahui, speaking for the genuine legend...

10000×10000 block size continent
"Ah!"

There was a rough beast-like roar with murderous intent. A bald head with two huge iron fists on a glove, brandished the gloves four or five times larger than his head, and punched him fiercely.This punch left no room for anything, it was all full force.

brush.

There was a faint slashing sound, the blade was unsheathed, and a trace of blood appeared on the bald head, and then it split into two halves and rolled to the ground.

The swordsman with flowing hair looked indifferent, and the bald head with a thick back fell to the ground behind him, putting the knife back into its sheath. The disdain in the swordsman's eyes seemed to be like looking at garbage: "Weak."

chap!
A sharp sound broke through the air. The swordsman's eyes narrowed and his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw a sharp dagger thrown from a distance and only took out his temple.

Just as he was about to dodge, another dagger was thrown from another place, and then another dagger was thrown from another place, locking all his retreat routes, ready to lock and kill this swordsman like a cage

Clang!
The sword was unsheathed and a cold light flashed.

The sharp edge pierced through Jiutian, and all the daggers hit broke.

But before the swordsman could react, another person stabbed him with a spear on the other side. This fierce blow directly beheaded the unstoppable swordsman just now.

But the next moment, the gunman with a gun was engulfed by a fire dragon coming from nowhere.

Ye Xuan looked at the chaotic situation underground like a GM (manager) in the sky. If someone kills someone, another person will kill that person. Various schools of martial arts, magic, and fairy arts contend, and the special effects on the ground are like Blossoming flowers are bursting, blooming in full bloom, unusually coquettish, and often accompanied by splashes of blood.

Ye Xuan secretly tapped his tongue, four words popped up in his mind involuntarily.

Battle of the gods.

It's on, it's on, it's definitely on.

Grade C...Ye Xuan accidentally saw a person wielding a long sword in his hand. He saw that person waving the sword in his hand, and then a fire dragon appeared out of thin air, carrying a scorching stream of fire, tearing the air and falling directly. It hit the ground, and there was an explosion sound, which almost made people's ears abort.

boom!
Ye Xuan covered his ears in pain, trying to keep the air pressure inside and outside the eardrum balanced. A dazzling light came out. Ye Xuan gently opened his squinted eyes, and he saw...

mushroom cloud.

day.

Is this special meow C-rank? !

Please, the C-class can only resist hot weapons, and it is a pistol or rifle. If you come to a bazooka, you have to belch, not a hot weapon!

Especially, not to be a nuke!

Humanoid nuclear weapons? !Almost as good as Ye Xiaoling!

Ye Xuan looked at the colorful battle below, and then looked at himself. He thought he had the most powerful trump card "Sword Tomb". He felt sad in his heart, and the cool breeze seemed to be blowing for Ye Xuan.

This is scum.

What golden items.

Sure enough, it's scum.

Ye Xuan couldn't even imagine that this group of people is so powerful, if there is no system, why would he have any reason to win.

But unfortunately, he didn't have to think about it.

Ye Xuan's hand silently opened his backpack. Because of the characteristics of the creative mode, he now has all the items in this world in the bag, and he silently took out the magma.

……

"Hey?!" A fortune-teller who was trying to do a fortune-telling with a luminous defensive formation with a diameter of tens of meters under his feet suddenly found that his spiritual eyes saw a huge red word "Danger" on his head, and couldn't help frowning. eyebrow.

This...it seems that the next battle will affect me, so I have to avoid it.

But when he raised his head and saw a "danger" on almost everyone's head, he froze and opened his jaw in astonishment.

This...his spiritual eye has expired?
Or is there a "danger" posted on his spiritual eyes?So it looks like everyone?
The fortune-teller decided to avoid the limelight anyway.

He believed in his spiritual eyes.

Because he remembered that this thing seemed to have no shelf life.

Dozens of defensive array layout materials were taken out from mysterious places, proving that the fortune teller just started arranging the defensive array right there.Soon, a prototype formation with nearly 50 defensive formations superimposed was formed.

The fortune teller who had been busy for a long time wiped off the sweat from his head, looked up, and suddenly found that red blood had rained down from the sky...

Do not!
His pupils contracted suddenly, Nanima was magma!
This coverage...it's not rain, it's waterfalls!Almost every place is covered!
This map actually has such a strange weather? !

fortunately……

The fortune teller smiled confidently.

Not to mention the magma rain, even if the nuclear bomb came, his 50 layers of defensive spells would be able to resist it.

But not so much for others.

I'm afraid he will die soon, and at that time, he will be the one who wins.

But other people are not vegetarians. Even if they have to deal with hypoxia and high temperature at the same time, they may last for a long time, especially those who play with fire. They cannot compete with oxygen.

So the fortune teller hung up on the spot and arranged an oxygen formation that could provide him with oxygen for 24 hours.

Nourishes...

The rain of magma fell, and the vision of the fortune-teller was quickly blocked, but he had spiritual eyes, so he could still see the conditions of other people.

Most of them have died, but there are at least [-] people who are still alive, and many of them have set up defensive formations like themselves...

It seems that if you have to compete and consume, you will be able to survive better than anyone else.

In the scorching heat created by the magma, he took out an ice cream and ate it. He was absolutely confident that he could survive those people.

Two hours later, ten people were still alive, and the fortune-teller brought out another cold noodle to eat.

Four hours later, there were still six people alive, and the fortune-teller brought out another ice cream to eat.

Eight hours later, including him, only three people were alive, and they were all equipped with defensive formations, but the fortune-teller still took out a cold noodle to eat without haste.

Twelve hours later, the fortune-teller ate another portion of ice powder. At this time, three people were still alive.

Sixteen hours later, the diviner suffered from diarrhea.

"Fuck, I ate too much ice..."

The scent filled the entire defensive formation, and the fortune teller used magic to make all the scent and delicious food disappear.

After 20 hours, finally, the other two people who stood firm to the end couldn't hold on anymore, and only the fortune teller was still standing proudly!

He burst into tears with emotion.

He won!
As an envoy of God, he won!
but.

The lava rain continued.

(End of this chapter)