Reincarnated Goblin: More children at the beginning, more blessings!

“Hell roars!”

A legendary orc warrior who once challenged the authority of the gods and was crushed by the wrath of the gods.

His roar like hell shook the whole world.

And now, his residual will is constantly eroding Mark’s heart.

Slaughter! Fighting spirit!

Blood stained the whole world, and the madness of the fighting intent drove him to kill all the creatures in front of him.

“The dead should stay in the coffin.”

Mark’s eyes were cold and unmoved.

He doesn’t put the gods in his eyes, let alone a legendary warrior who has been dead for an unknown amount of time.

“Give me… Shut up! ”

Pieces of dragon scales emerged, and the pupils turned into silver-gray vertical pupils.

Mark roared, and the aggressive Dark Will and the mad inheritance spirit within the Tomahawk collided.

In just an instant, it suppressed that scattered soul power.

Suddenly, that chaotic will disappeared.

In his place was a figure of a god exuding endless brilliance, looking down on him condescendingly.

A big hand full of brilliance slowly fell like a mountain.

The deep voice seemed to echo in the ears of fury thunder.

“Humble ant, you want to offend the majesty of God!”

Mark tilted his head and looked up at the sky.

Holding a pitch-black tomahawk in his hand, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“You also deserve to be called God?”

“If God is this kind of goods, then come down from this position.”

“Let me do it.”

The tomahawk in his hand was raised high and slashed at the mighty deity.

Fear of the gods?

He never had that thought in his head.

If he has to be an enemy of the gods, he is Ragnarok.

The phantom of the mighty gods was torn apart as if it were a bubble.

“It’s really just an illusion.”

Mark was quite calm.

The phantom of the gods just now is probably also the memory of the gods that the legendary orc warrior witnessed with his own eyes.

As long as fear appears in the heart, the power of the gods will be stronger.

On the contrary, if there is not the slightest reverence and fear of the god, the god is just a shadow.

A slight poke will break.

“After so many years, I didn’t expect that the first person to pass my test would be a goblin.”

A surprised voice sounded in my ears.

Mark turned around, and a green-skinned, fang-bogged orc warrior was looking at him strangely.

“Pass it on to me!”

Mark looked at the orc warrior expressionlessly, not bothering to listen to his tirade.

Left and right are just a loser, and no amount of talk is.

He just wants to get this guy’s inheritance now, and then harness this legendary tomahawk.

With the blessing of this legendary battle axe, his strength will definitely enter the skyrocketing stage.

At least, high-level professionals kill indiscriminately, and even top professionals are estimated to be difficult to withstand a few axes from him.

As for not giving?

Then it’s not this guy’s turn to decide.

How much power can a revenant who has been dead for an unknown number of years still have?

He doesn’t give it, I’ll take it for myself.

“So defiant and presumptuous, no wonder there is no reverence for the gods.”

“You are indeed the most suitable inheritor for me!”

The orc warrior is not angry and rejoicing, he has been waiting for so many years, isn’t he waiting for such a successor?

Only this unruly guy can inherit his will and inheritance.

“Accept my legacy and fulfill my unfulfilled wish!”

“Not interested!”

Mark refused directly without hesitation.

He only wants to inherit it, as for what wish?

Have a fart relationship with him.

He is not this guy’s old son, and he has to help him fulfill his last wish.

“This is a fate you can’t refuse.”

The orc warrior leaned over with a hideous face.

A fierce face was less than a finger away from Mark.

Heavy breathing hit his face, and his eyes gradually turned blood-red.

“You have the same will and philosophy as me, even if you don’t take the initiative, they will find you.”

“Gods, no one who threatens them will be allowed to exist.”

Mark stretched out his hand and crushed the mutilated soul of the orc warrior with one hand.

The expressionless face was indifferent.

“Anything, dare to preach to me.”

The same will and philosophy?

Do you deserve it too?

Don’t pee, take a picture of your level.

A failed waste also dares to shout here.

Don’t say whether the gods will find him, even if they do?

Give him another period of time, and the gods are not an unattainable existence.

It is not impossible to pull the gods down to give him a child.

The children born with the gods as their mother must be very powerful.

Mark’s eyes showed a strong malice.

Sooner or later, he will pull the gods off the altar and become a tool for him to grow his tribe.

The broken soul of the orc warrior was all absorbed by Mark.

Filter those chaotic memories and emotions, leaving only the purest combat skills.

“Worthy of a legendary warrior.”

Mark’s eyes flickered, in the memory of this orc warrior.

That can be called the pinnacle of combat techniques, each of which is created in countless battles, after thousands of tempering and tempering.

It’s the ultimate in skill.

Unfortunately, this technique means nothing to the gods.

The gods are powerful because they have the power of this power.

Wind, water and fire, war is rich….

If elements are the cornerstone of a world, power is the core essence of the world.

Without the elements, the world dies.

And without power, all magic and extraordinary powers will come to naught.

And the gods, as all transcendent powers, the source and the top being.

Hold over the most fundamental power in the world.

Unless they have the same level of power, they simply cannot pry their foundations.

Mark slowly opened his eyes, and a nervous dwarf elder was looking at him cautiously.

“Is there something on my face?”

With Mark’s understated look, the dwarf elder suddenly shivered.

Look at those reddened eyes.

I don’t know why, the dwarf elder suddenly felt that this guy in front of him was dangerous.

Suddenly, the dwarf elder’s eyes widened.

The battle axe that no one in the Copperbeard Clan could pick up for hundreds of years was easily pulled out by this guy.

Mark raised his tomahawk with one hand and swung it casually a few times.

The blade of the axe broke through the air, and the deep sound was like the roar of a beast.

This two-handed axe, forged by the ancestors of the dwarves, is heavier than a hill.

Now it was easily lifted up by Mark with one hand.

With a flick, an axe wind swept through, directly cutting out a passage of hundreds of meters from the mountain wall.

“As a two-handed axe is a little too light, a one-handed axe is just right.”

Mark said lightly.

The dwarf elder’s eyes widened, and he was a little speechless for a while.

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