The Age of Global Gods: Lord of Chaos

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: Give You Divine Grace (third more)

Fanatic?

Fang Mu’s attention was divided by one-tenth and used to fall on these two mad believers.

The two fanatics are a winged man and a wild jackal.

In front of the cave next to the volcano, a small wild jackal was holding on to the mountain wall and looking forward to the projection of Fang Mu in the sky.

The stalwart figure of the Chaos Giant was reflected in his eyes.

Breathing became more and more rapid, with a bit of enthusiasm.

Ogg knelt on the ground.

He felt great from Fang Mu!

This is the god he believes in, the lord of chaos.

A large forest can be created in a single thought.

Since he was a child, he has been bullied by many people because of his small physique. When he is weak, he wants to choose a spiritual sustenance.

At this time, the powerful Lord of Chaos was born like a big day.

It filled the vacancy in his heart and even became a kind of sustenance for him.

And the stronger and stalwart Fang Mu is, the more pious Aoge’s beliefs are.

Finally, after seeing the gods easily create forests and animals, Ogg’s beliefs broke through the threshold.

What is a fanatic, that is, everything about the gods is faith.

Even some unreasonable places will automatically make up for it, thinking that everything the gods do is right. Willing to give everything for the gods, even life.

Since you are loyal to me, then naturally you have to give rewards.

Buying horse bones for daughters is also an attitude, which is conducive to the spread of faith.

Fang Mu thought from the bottom of his heart.

Two beams of light in the sky descended from the sky, one fell on Ogg on the ground, and the other one flew into the island.

The wingman who advanced to be a fanatic believes in himself is actually a woman.

This made Fang Mu a little surprised.

But it is also reasonable. After all, the wing people are a race that is prosperous and declining, and the ratio of male to female wing people is about 4:6.

It is also normal that the proportion of women is higher.

In a small wooden house near the edge of Crescent Island, there was a winged woman kneeling by the window, about twenty years old, and an old winged woman with a broken wing lying on the bed behind her.

The long gray hair shawl, the facial features are exquisite like jade, and the winged woman with a gray chest wrapped and exposing snow-white scented shoulders knelt in front of the window, folded her hands in front of her chest and prayed silently.

“Great God, you are omnipotent. I sincerely hope that you can cast a trivial gaze on me even for a moment. I am willing to offer you everything I have, including my body and my soul. Able to treat my mother.”

Suddenly, a gray beam of light outside the window fell into the room from the sky.

Eliza raised her head, with surprise and honor on her face.

God actually responded to her.

She turned her head, on the bed behind her, her mother got off the bed and floated in the air.

Um~

There was a muffled snort in the mother’s nose.

The gray hair gradually recovered its luster, the wrinkles on the face gradually disappeared, the complexion became ruddy and hydrated, and the loose robe fell on the mattress.

The broken wings behind the shoulder blades regrow new bones, flesh, and feathers.

“Huh, great—” Eliza saw her mother recovering, tears in her eyes.

Thanks to the great omnipotent true god, my mother actually recovered.

Many winged people gathered outside the wooden house, and they stood far away and did not dare to approach.

Dunf flew over and saw where Eliza lived.

Eliza is a hard-working and kind-hearted child, this is a reward given to her by the gods.

Eliza is the best-qualified among the young generation in the Wing Man tribe today. Eliza is among the members of the Guardian Knights formed not long ago.

He knew that Eliza’s mother, Yilu, was originally a strong man in the Wing Man tribe. She had a full eighth rank. For Wing Man, it was already very strong, and the adult Wing Man only had a third rank. He training can reach Tier 4 and Tier 5 levels, which is also due to their own inheritance, and some talented wingmen can step into a higher level.

It’s a pity that Yilu was torn off a wing by the enemy in that divine battle, and then the island collapsed into chaos, and the erosion of chaos caused her condition to worsen. Otherwise, with her talent, she might be able to step into the ninth rank, or even hopefully. A glimpse of the level of heroes.

Deng Fu was planning to find a chance to see the gods when they were in a good mood, begging the great gods to take care of Yilu.

Unexpectedly, the gods actually shot directly.

It seems that the gods are really kind.

For Eliza, her wish was to heal her mother, and Fang Mu fulfilled her wish.

As for other rewards, Fang Mu will not continue to reward her until she has made a new performance worthy of praise.

There is only one reward for everyone, and rain, dew and thunder are all gods.

He is a god, so it is natural for believers to maintain a superior attitude.

It is the wisest way to let the believers both respect and respect him.

Because Eliza and Ogg became fanatics first, Fang Mu gave a reward.

And because Eliza’s wish was to heal her mother, Fang Mu turned the reward that was supposed to strengthen her into a mother who healed her.

As for whether it will lose, Eliza’s mother, Yilu, was an extraordinary life of Tier 8 before the injury. After healed, she was also a qualified thug, and her potential might be even higher. Fang Mu only consumed a little bit of supernatural power.

Kingdom of God on the ground.

Ogg roared up to the sky, crawling on the ground, his arms clasped tightly against the rock wall, his brown hair grew crazily, and a series of crackling noises made his body.

Ogg’s body kept swelling.

The movement here attracted the attention of other wild jackals around.

“That kid Ogg was lucky enough to get a gift from the gods.”

“I’m so jealous, I have to ask how it got the gift of the gods later.” Some wild jackals were distorted with jealousy.

But even if they were jealous, they didn’t dare to disturb Ogg at this moment.

“call–”

Ogg’s volume has swelled to three times its original size, and a thin layer of gray mist permeates his body. The whole gnoll looks extraordinarily mysterious, and now even in the wild gnoll group, it is considered burly.

He raised his head and opened his eyes that seemed to be coated with a gray-white film.

Ogg took a step forward blankly, the ground trembled slightly, and a little gravel fell from the cave above his head.

Like a hill kneeling down, Ogg knelt on one knee, patted his right paw heavily on his chest, and lowered his head toward the sky.

“Og, thank my god for the reward!”*