I, the invincible strong man, was deceived by the system for 100 years

The human army is marching forward with apprehension and hesitation.

The current war is related to the gods.

For mortals, their hearts are full of worries.

Of course, this 300 million army is not owned by the clever and cunning dukes of the Principality of Felite.

Even, the grand dukes are ready for the annihilation of the entire army, and have already selected the next heir in the family.

A war with gods involved is so cruel.

On the border of the Deauville Plain, the advancing army suddenly stopped.

The reason is not for anything, but because the hanging garden belonging to the land of divine grace is already floating at the forefront, level with Helios' sun chariot.

In the human army, a human wearing a golden robe, a demon wearing a golden armor, and a goat whose hair was dyed golden walked out of the human army.

Because of the sudden appearance of an army like a tide on the grassland, a strong wind blew up.

The bleak wind blows on the three golden figures, and because of the upcoming battlefield, their backs look very vicissitudes.

The clown with his head held high, Huggins leading the cold gaze, and Amao, who bleats in depression from time to time, walked slowly towards the Deauville Plain under the admiration of everyone.

Very tragic.

"Which one is the guy who scribbled graffiti with the caterpillar in his lower body to provoke our master? What about the army of the Forgotten Land? Are all of you weak legs because you fought against the pig beast last night?"

The clown's eyes were full of coldness, imitating Lynch with his hands behind his back, his robe rattling with the strong wind, he was very heroic.

"The stupid forgotten land, the barren land, dare to invade the place of human beings! I warn you, you have stepped into the real hell, and you will be greeted by a land even more terrifying than the Styx of hell! How dare you be presumptuous! , I will throw you into the siege of human aunts, catch you, and beat your heads vigorously!"

Huggins bared his teeth, and with a golden knife in his hand, he put it on the ground, and his jet-black wings soared.

Amao rolled his eyes when he heard what Huggins said, and with a golden hook hanging upside down on his hind legs, he kicked his teammates into the air. The cry resounded across the battlefield.

In the plain of Deauville.

The army of the Forgotten Lands has reached tens of millions.

Dwarves in battle armor, elves with bows and arrows or staffs in hand, and giants with long sticks are all waiting for the army of the Principality of Felite to enter the battlefield, just waiting for the hand-to-hand combat.

But they didn't wait for the army, only three strange guys.

The arrogant words of the clown made the army in the Forgotten Land start to be restless.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Amao's original form, and they all began to look gloomy.

The elf god frowned.

He has already used the artifacts of the elves here to set up magic traps, but now it seems that the situation has changed.

"Who are you?"

The god of elves rose from the sky, a thousand-meter phantom appeared, and a majestic voice sounded: "The gods of the heavens, together with the 300 million troops of the Principality of Felite, dared to challenge the land of oblivion, but stopped. Unable to meet the challenge? Lord Helios, I haven’t seen you for tens of thousands of years, I don’t know if the years have worn down your courage!”

On the sun chariot, Helios, who was observing the situation on the Deauville Plain, smiled disdainfully.

He felt that the Deauville Plain brought him a sense of crisis.

Just when he was about to say something, the clown who had already stepped into the plain took up the words faster than him.

"What are you? You look like a woman, and you have the nerve to say that you are a god? If you fight a war, what are you talking about? Are you staring at me? I said that you are no different from a woman. You have the guts Hit me! Like a silly dog, come in as soon as you let our army in? Are you trying to trick us into coming in?"

The clown cursed.

The bleak wind before the battlefield blows on the clown's robe, making people feel sad.

Huggins sighed, looked at the boundless human army behind him, and said with emotion: "It's not that there are no casualties in the army, it's Mr. Clown who is carrying the burden. The results of three days of cultivation are really extraordinary."

The tens of thousands of sub-human army was suppressed.

The elf god's provocation against Helios was unsuccessful. He was furious, and the huge phantom looked at the tiny clown on the plain, and asked, "Who are you?!!"

"I am your uncle! My master, Lynch is your uncle's uncle!" The clown snorted coldly: "How dare you provoke the land of divine favor, I￥&#￥*@"

The clown spewed the obscene language learned from the human army at the god of elves, and when the spittle flew all over the place, the clown also made a variety of insulting gestures to the god of elves.

At the scene, only the clown's yelling and Ah Mao's "bleating" sound remained.

The human army was stunned. The clown and the others had heard a little bit about it these days.

This comprehension is a bit strong.

The angels floating in the sky covered their ears tightly.

Human society is a bit sinister, and they can feel it from the rich vocabulary of clowns.

As for the Forgotten Land, there was an uproar.

Their gods were being scolded on the spot, and seemed to be stunned by the scolding, looking at the clown dully in the sky.

The clown was still talking.

Three days of penance is no joke, he can scold for three days and three nights.

"presumptuous--"

The vines around the Elf God suddenly rose, and the ground began to collapse. The vines, which were at least ten meters wide, danced wildly, as if expressing the anger in the Elf God's heart.

The god of elves is angry.

Anyway, he is a god. Originally, he wanted to kill the human army on the Deauville Plain and start the official first battle between the new god and the old god, but the plan seemed to be disrupted a bit.

"Damn you!"

With the roar of the elf god, countless huge vines attacked the clown.

The ground began to tremble, and rocks flew in the sky. The doomsday-like scene made the human army and nobles who participated in the battle of gods for the first time look terrified.

Under such power, ordinary human beings appear insignificant, while power and money seem to be no different from blank paper.

"Humph!"

The clown who was the target of the attack did not panic at all. Such a large-scale attack did not bring him any pressure. While maintaining the state of swearing, he stood up and put one hand on a vine.

The ivy shattered, but he was unscathed.

"Oh my God--"

On the other hand, Huggins scrambled on the ground, staggered to avoid the attack, his face was distorted: "Why are you swearing everywhere, it seems more dangerous than bullying——"

I thought it was just a matter of lip service, but who knows, the risk factor is many times greater than doing things.
"What—"

Amao yelled in horror, and instantly became smaller.

Under the power of Ah Mao, the ground began to rot.Although Amao is only in the super position now, the power of the beast is still not to be underestimated.

The vines approaching it will rot instantly.

The anger of the elf god continued, the army of the Principality of Felite began to panic, and the demi-humans in the Forgotten Land were also terrified.

At this moment, the flames rose in the sky.

The giant vines were eroded by the nameless fire, and the scorching temperature made the air sticky.

Helios came in a sun chariot, and he sneered: "Yes, Picteau. I said why did you wait for us on the Deauville Plain? It turned out that a magic trap was set here. It seems that tens of thousands of years have passed. No, you've grown up!"

"No, it's a hit!"

Picteau exclaimed.

He lowered his head and looked towards the ground, only to see the burning flames of the vines fall towards the ground, and the scorched ground actually appeared like a magic circle.