In the Forgotten Realm, the newly revived continent of 'Sipocles' has built several industrial cities built by the Secret of Time Church.

Due to the limitation of the level of civilization and the limitation of resources, these industrial cities are not large, and most of the cities are small and medium-sized factories, which mass-produce paper, textiles, small metal utensils and other gadgets, which are the products of the transition from handicrafts to light industry.

The only industrial city that produced gunpowder and weapons, and some arquebuses and heavy artillery were modeled after the technology of the gnomes and dwarves, which were hot weapons that only appeared at the height of the development of medieval civilization.

Of course, compared to the steam empire on the other side of the sea, these things are still too simple, but in terms of the role of experimental products, these industrial cities have developed well, mass manufacturing has poured into the homes of civilians, from top to bottom, everyone has received the impact from industry, and the inherent ideas are also quietly changing.

In the Land of Madness, a stable trade channel has just been formed, and the Church of Sabbath is inexorably affected by this trend in the process of communicating with the Secret of Time Church.

Although the impact was still very small, it was enough for Karel to make a change in the newly created home.

If this influence can continue, when civilization is officially formed, it will be a 'hybrid' of feudal farms and early industry.

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The Demon Lord of Destruction, the arrogant and warlike god of the heavens, has formed an alliance with the god of hypocrisy and the Chrysalis of Eternal Calamity on a whim, and in just a few days, they have ambushed another true god.

The name of the god is Ptolemy, the god of fire and rage.

This is a solitary median deity, with hair and beard that dances like flames, and a temper that is close to that of the dwarves, and because he also loves to drink, he has a very good relationship with the dwarven gods, and also accepts the worship of the volcanic dwarves.

But in the final analysis, his temper was so hot that almost all the gods except the dwarven gods did not want to associate with him, and the true god did not have many allies, so it was one of the suitable targets.

At the bottom of the fiery valley, Ptolemy was like a fiend, using magma as armor, holding a charred black axe in each hand, and his whole body was full of flames that danced like elves.

The god of fire and rage let out a deafening roar that caused the entire plane to be shaken:

"How dare you, filthy people who deserve to hide in the gutters, plot to murder a true God? Don't even think about it! The power of God is beyond the reach of you garbage, and you are not even as good as the worms of hell compared to me......"

All kinds of foul language came out of the mouth of the fiery gods, and the swear words without the slightest repetition were breathtaking.

The god of hypocrisy was attentive to the attack of this god.

The 'destructive power of the world' had permeated his entire upper body, the scarlet brilliance was dull into layers of folded armor, and an even more hideous barb extended out, like a beetle-like exoskeleton, and a pair of claw-like wings flapped at the back of the spine, also attacking like the palm of a hand.

The 'Power of Destruction' did not take much advantage of the 'Power of Flame', because the flame that burned to the extreme was also a kind of destruction, and the endless life carried by the flame itself could support the continuous catalysis of this destruction.

Not only was Ptolemy fighting against the god of hypocrisy, he was also under attack with murderous intent from the Chrysalis of Eternal Calamity.

Extending from the Three Realms, the Nightmare Space was created to besiege the god of fire and rage, and at the same time, the powerful oppressive force of the flesh further threatened the true god, gradually forcing him into a desperate situation.

Two true god-like opponents were able to suppress the god of fire and rage, but they were unable to kill him.

At the bottom of this volcanic valley is the plane ruled by Ptolemy, and the hypocritical god lured his essence out of the kingdom of God and designed an ambush in his plane, and Ptolemy, who was so hot that he was a little stupid, had to fall for the scheme.

The Demon Destroyer watched the battle from the sidelines, and the battle had not yet evolved to the point of letting him intervene, but the impatient gesture indicated the restlessness in the heart of the non-celestial god.

At the same time, in the kingdom of fire and the god of rage, a world covered with a sea of fire, a huge creature is constantly eating away at the barrier of the kingdom of God, and any heroic spirit, apostle, god servant and even god's attack cannot be shaken, and even many comrades-in-arms are mixed with monsters and chewed together in the fragments of the kingdom of God.

If anyone could look here from the astral plane, they would be shocked to find a whale-like monster, with dozens of pairs of tattered wings extending from the back of the spikes, each of which was the size of a mountain.

It clings to the entire kingdom of the gods on all fours, and tightly clamps it from end to end, as if it is holding the kingdom of flame in its arms, and it is constantly greedily sucking.

Ptolemy's connection with the kingdom of God had long been severed by the monster, and he could not even feel the call of divine power, and could not be replenished, so that he continued to squander in the battle against evil gods and fallen gods, but he did not increase half of it, and his strength weakened sharply.

And at the end of the battle, a black shadow wrapped in lightning rushed into the battle circle.

"Quasennius, don't you want to meddle!"

The Demon Destroyer Umodhaya let out a low roar, and then summoned a twisted blade, following the path of the black shadow, and slashed into the battlefield as well.

The black shadow is surrounded by bright yellow thunder and lightning, one by one as thick as a python, sweeping in all directions, as if purifying evil, the extreme destructive power faintly suppresses the growth of flames, but what is even more terrifying is that the speed of the black shadow is comparable to that of light.

Like lightning jumping back and forth around the battlefield, each time it can create a black hole vortex in the void, so as to travel through time and space.

The god of lightning, Quasennius, the former deputy of the Lord of the Scourge, has now degenerated into an evil god, known for his deviance, otherwise he would not have joined an alliance of evil gods, fallen gods, ancient evil beings, and Asura destroyers.

Four rivals of equal parity besieged the god of fire and rage, and Ptolemy, who had been cut off from the kingdom of God, let out an unwilling roar, and was then crushed by Umodhaya with a vajra pestle.

The true god fell, blood stained the earth, and soon, the flames quickly subsided within the plane, leaving behind a continent of charred lava.

After a while, the four gods ate the loser together, and the energy of the true god made the four gods quickly replenish, not only did they heal from their injuries, but their divine power also improved a lot.

"The fourth."

Demon Destroyer licked his lips, as if to savor the delicious taste of the four slaughters with his own hands.

"It's been a long time since I've been so happy as today to be able to slaughter the true god wantonly!"