Popular science physics, teach a magic god?

"Um?"

The God of Art and Reptiles is a rather unpopular deity with weak divine power.

He has few followers and is a non-combatant god. It can be inferred that his combat power is not much higher.

Not to mention that Ren En has become a god now, even if he had not become a god, relying on his legendary combat power at that time, this would probably be a "well-matched" opponent.

What really caught Ren's attention was not the God of Art and Reptiles himself, but the meaning of his arrival on the continent of Kaos.

Ren gathered seven disciples, and asked leisurely as if he was testing them: "Do you think this is Chaos discovering that the continent of Kaos is supplying energy to the army of Order ahead?"

The seven disciples all fell into deep thought. This time it was Feng Da Ke who spoke first: "Master, I don't think so."

Ren asked back: "Reason?"

"According to what Pero said, every time a world is discovered that provides supplies to the Alliance of Order, Chaos will definitely send an army to destroy it. This time it's just the God of Insects... I can only say that it's not like that..."

"Does anyone have anything to add?" Renn glanced at the other disciples.

Harry said cautiously: "I think if Master takes action this time, it might make the Lord of Chaos react."

"Talk about it."

"Yes!" Harry began his analysis: "I speculate that because of the attribute of [Chaos], the Chaos Demons must lack good communication with each other. Unlike us Gods of Order, we can directly transcend through spiritual thoughts. Long-distance communication. But Chaos Demons...with all due respect, each of their legs and each brain has its own idea."

"Pfft." Harry's words were so strange that Flora couldn't help laughing, and she quickly apologized.

Ren smiled and said: This kind of statement is imitated from him, and it can be regarded as part of cultural export.

Judging from the experience gained from other Chaos Demons and the demigod Chaos Demons we have dealt with before, this seems to be the case. Each Chaos Demon does have a main body. On the other side, due to the fusion of multiple bodies of different existences, the Chaos Demon behaves in a rather strange way. There are ten thousand Chaos Demons in ten thousand different forms. It is common to stumble on one's own feet.

Chaos demons are more famous for their resistance to beatings, their tenacious vitality, and their extremely aggressive nature.

It would not be surprising at all if they lost their 'very orderly' ability to communicate over long distances due to fusion and devouring too many other individuals.

Ren held his chin, his eyes flashing with amusement: "Then tell me, why does the Chaos Demon with the [God of Art and Reptiles] as its core come back?"

At this time Barend came out: "I have researched, Kaos is his hometown."

"Long journey...back home?"

Many giant dragons in this world have the custom of returning to their dragon tombs as much as possible before dying, and they are also willing to help their companions return home to rest in peace at the last moment of their lives. Of course, this is limited to lawful and neutral ones. Chaotic dragons don't have this custom, and most evil ones don't either.

Ren glanced around the disciples' faces and nodded: "Okay, I understand what you mean. This time, I'll leave it to you. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. After you have discussed it, Just find enough arguments to prove your point of view."

"Yes!" the seven disciples said in unison.

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How terrifying is a god who falls into chaos?

Vander, the god of art and reptiles, is telling the world himself.

"Hul... hululu... ga..." Indistinct sounds were coming from the three mouths of this giant humanoid being that was neither human nor divine.

This is an existence that makes mortals fall into madness and die violently just by looking at it.

The aura of chaos distorts and deflects everything in the field of vision. At most, a mortal can see a fuzzy huge figure from a distance, and then his mind will be filled with irrepressible phantom sounds and phantoms.

The chameleon was seen playing the harp with its protruding tongue...

Someone saw a praying mantis singing something like scratching glass...

Some people also saw a grasshopper jumping on the drum surface, making a thunderous drumming sound...

Without exception, these mortals bleed to death from seven orifices.

The Far North in the northeast of the mainland has nothing to do with orcs. It is a typical barren land where it is extremely difficult for both humans and monsters to survive.

The only people living here are a few barbarians who do not want to be governed by the Kharak Empire.

It is true that some barbarians launched a brave charge towards this terrifying existence, but in the end they all committed suicide without any intention.

For existences below the master level, basically getting close is an instant kill.

Only a small number of barbarians remained rational. They rode fierce horses, kept a distance of more than a thousand meters, followed this terrifying existence from a distance, and reported layer by layer to the nearest church of light.

Soon, the Church of Light sent a reconnaissance team led by the legendary powerful paladin.

Just three hundred meters closer to it, it was driven back by the strong chaotic aura.

"That was a true god, at least it used to be. Because I saw the sacred object of the [God of Art and Reptiles], a golden harp." The legendary strongman reported to Downs with lingering fear.

"Then what?"

"That thing cut the upper half of his divine body into a pile of meat strips."

"..."

How evil!

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was related to the stability of the world of Kaos, under normal circumstances, Ren would rather let this thing wander around on this barren ice sheet for the rest of his life.

When the seven physics brothers and sisters approached this thing, they all found that the situation was more disgusting than the legendary strongman said. On that huge harp, the densely packed strings sliced ​​the upper body of the god's body like a large stack of paper.

But on every page of the body, a large number of other existences are pieced together and pasted on.

Seeing this scene, Renn, who was peeking at the screen, felt extremely depressed.

Ren couldn't help but complain to Luna next to him: "Do all the fallen gods of chaos look so 'unique'?"

Luna sighed: "That's settled. At least we can still recognize that his lower body is in human form."

Ren rolled his eyes: There are actually experts?

He really didn't want to face this thing if he could help it.

If you lose, you will be unlucky, and if you win, you will also lose san points.

If you can't recover the fragments of divinity and godhead, playing this thing is a complete loss-making business.

At this time, Downs and the others were already close to this thing, about three to four hundred meters away.

Downs opened a portal very safely, ready for his junior brothers and sisters to escape at any time, and then he started to set up the cannon.

Yes, you read that right!

It was the barrel of an eight-pounder cannon.

The barbarian Gantea just carried the barrel of the cannon, using himself as a human cannon stand, allowing Downs to stuff a huge cannonball into the barrel.

With a thought from Ren's mind, the picture on the screen suddenly enlarged.

He, Luna, and Sophia could clearly see that various physical formulas were engraved in the barrel like a cheat sheet to serve as rifling, and then there was a two-dimensional angel image painted on the black cannonball.

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