[Endowment, Physique Transformation: You will have an extraordinary physique. Every time you enter combat, your physique will continuously transform.
Every five minutes of combat, your physique will transform once. One point of physical strength will increase your defense by 0.3, reduce true damage by 10%, and increase your health regeneration by 200 per second.
The maximum duration is 30 minutes. Your physique will completely transform. One point of physical strength will increase your defense by 1.8, reduce true damage by 60%, and increase your health regeneration by 1200 per second.
[Restriction: If you are out of combat for more than 5 minutes, all effects will be recalculated.]
Was it Odin's flesh?
As a Legendary warrior and a God's body, Odin's combat power was very strong. He had more than 20 endowments. But in terms of flesh, he was quite strong!
He only had 700,000 Health Points, which was more than twice that of a ranger like William.
But in terms of defense, he was only on par with William.
After all, he did not have Prince William's diamond body.
But he had a 'Legendary Body'. One point of physical strength was equivalent to 2.1 points of defense. There were also Buffs that reduced damage and control.
He was a Legendary professional. The 'Legendary Body' was not as good as the 'diamond body'. There was a difference of 0.4 points of defense between the two. Don't underestimate this difference of 0.4 points. It was a huge difference.
If not for his' Intermediate Elemental Body ', which had a good damage reduction effect, Odin's basic defense value might not be higher than William's.
The appearance of this endowment, Physique Transformation, was like adding wings to a tiger. No matter what kind of battle it was, as long as he could last for 30 minutes, he would have an increase of 1.8 points of defense. Then, one point of physical strength would be equivalent to 3.9 points of defense.
Tsk, tsk. Wasn't this the combination of a large worm and Mundo? He could go wherever he wanted. Not only could he easily kill people, but he could also point at people's noses and call them aunties.
The only weakness was that his physique could only go up to level six.
"No wonder that 'natural ferocious spirit' became more and more tanky. He only died after being beaten up for more than ten minutes." Odin raised his eyebrows. This was because he had a pair of indestructible fists.
If other people were to encounter this guy, they might not be able to kill him. They might even be able to endure for 30 minutes under his coaxing and pestering. By then, it wouldn't just be a matter of killing him. They might even be killed instead.
Odin stood up and left the cold pond, continuing to try his luck aimlessly. As for things like shrines and divine weapons, he did not desire them at all. He knew that those things were things that Saints pursued.
He just wanted to increase his divinity value quickly.
The density of mana in this small world was unusual. It was 30 times denser than the City of Dawn, which had five mana mines.
This situation not only meant that there would be many powerful magical beasts here, but it also meant that there would be many mana veins and mana sources here.
Very soon.
When he arrived near a valley filled with vines, he sensed that the density of the Magic Power there was beginning to soar. His eyes flashed with electric arcs as he sensed that there were only three Epic magical beasts in the valley.
"There are only three Epic magical beasts in a single mana mine. This small world is really impressive. Ordinary Legendary creatures can't defend the mana mines in the Gods' continent." Odin did not hesitate and charged into the valley.
These were three Epic-ranked black panthers. When they saw him, the originally smooth black fur on the surface of their bodies instantly stood up like steel needles.
"Get lost." Odin frowned. His Legendary aura was like a blade that wreaked havoc. The three magical beasts could not even breathe.
He did not want to fight with these three fellows. Firstly, it was not necessary. Secondly, he was afraid of attracting the attention of the other bosses.
Fortunately, these three black panthers had some intelligence. When they realized that they could not defeat the person in front of them, they growled and retreated continuously. Finally, they leaped out of the valley, abandoning their old nest that they had lived in for more than ten years.
It could not be helped. This unfamiliar fellow's aura was too strong. They could only grit their teeth and swallow them down. They were only three black panthers, not f * cking three-headed hellhounds.
Odin walked to the place where the three black panthers were originally lying. The mana mine was protruding from the ground, and some magical gemstones were exposed in the air. It seemed that there was so much Magic Power that it was exploding. It was like a sprout of the soil.
He had no intention of taking them away. He directly swallowed them. The Magic Power in these magical gemstones seemed to be completely uncontrollable. They were all absorbed by this huge suction force.
"Devour Magic Power!" This was Odin's inherent talent as a Natural God. In other words, every Natural God had this talent.
Another six or seven minutes passed.
"Pigeon ~" Odin comfortably burped. He glanced at the Attribute Panel. It had increased by another 1%. Now, it was already 11% Divinity.
And just as he continued to search for the mana mine and mana source.
Three hundred kilometers away, eight Saints had already gathered on top of a mountain.
One of the Saints took out a table, a chair, and wine. He then started drinking on this mountain peak.
"This Small World is very big. It is equivalent to the territory of three human kingdoms," one of them said.
"Have you found the reason for the opening of the Space Whirlpool?"
The Space Warlock Saint of the Rose Empire shook his head. "There is no source. It seems to have opened suddenly. And just after we came in, the space was blocked again."
"Haha, could it be that this was originally some Divine Territory with Gods living in it? In the end, they did not survive and are now dead?"
"It's not impossible. Although the death of the owner of the Small World will not cause the space to collapse, it will cause the entrance of the Small World to appear in the Gods Continent and choose a new owner. This is not something that has never happened before."
Everyone began to discuss. Unsurprisingly, this group of people were very cautious and were also very worried about encountering unknown dangers.
The most important thing was that although they did not see any ruins related to the Shrines, they did not believe that this Small World was naturally born.
The greatest possibility was that it was created by a powerhouse at the level of a Lord.
Then, even if a powerhouse like the Lord really died, he would have left behind many backup plans, making it difficult for them to easily gain control of this world.
Moreover.
Even if they did not encounter any danger, in order to gain control of the Small World, the other Saints would also be competitors.
Cherubim glanced at this group of Human Race and Elf Race Saints and decisively slipped away. Because even if this group of people did not deal with each other, because the Feather Race brought too much pressure to Midland, they might join forces to deal with him first.
If he stayed any longer, the gains would not make up for the losses.
As soon as the Holy Angel of the Feather Race left.
The others looked at each other, and many of them cursed in their hearts for being too indecisive.
But since he had left, everyone would rely on their own abilities.
At the same time.
Odin had found several veins of ore and now had 15% divinity.
Once again, he discovered a Mana Spring.
He immediately charged in without hesitation.
And interestingly, there was also a natural ferocious spirit in this source of magic.
But after it killed the natural ferocious spirit, it inadvertently broke the bottom of the deep pool.
At that moment.
Odin was stunned.
It turned out that below the source of magic was an endless underground sea of magic. It was this sea of magic.
That was why there were so many sources of magic in this world.
But unfortunately, it was like this.
He felt it!
The aura of a Saint-level ferocious spirit!
But.
He was Odin, the fake King of Gods, 26 years old, a determined warrior of materialism, an outstanding member of the Young Pioneers, and a primary school monk who had worn a red scarf before. Why would he be afraid of these strange things?
"Mm, I'll just take one breath, just one breath." Odin swallowed, then stored the ball of magic into his Space Ring and carefully began to absorb it.
Yes.
Just one breath.
The kind that would not even take a breath!
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