Is it the scraps of that deerskin?

No wonder he didn't dare to use a hammer even when he was being beaten.

Where did he get this thing?

It must not be his own! Otherwise, if he enters the evil camp, the artifact will also follow.

Hill leaned his head and thought of the words of the Hunting Goddess. The God of Forging must not let the dwarves know that he has completely entered the evil camp.

Maybe he was telling the truth to this goddess.

This artifact is the key to keeping him neutral!

Once he becomes the evil alignment and cannot use this hammer, does he have to hand it over?

So in order to avoid being discovered, he would rather suffer the rejection of nature and kill the deer, knowing that it was a spirit of nature.

But he definitely dragged the Goddess of Hunting into the water on purpose. The evil levels of the three gods were equal enough for him to drag her down until the curtain was completed.

The artifact just stayed in his hands. Does the dwarven pantheon’s bad attitude towards him have something to do with the artifact?

They even followed him to the earth. If the dwarf gods in the starry sky want to snatch it from him, they have to wait until the God of Forging returns to his throne.

But in this current situation, the chances are slim.

So the dwarves regard him as a sinner. Does even a legend dare to show his face to him?

Hill couldn't think about it any more.

Golden light shone outside, and the hammer came down.

The six giant ships lit up one by one, and an extremely complex hexagram formation appeared among them.

Rays of golden light connected to the defensive cover, holding on to the shattered defensive formation.

The God of Forging stood in the sky, holding the handle of the hammer and pressing down hard.

This is a battle of endurance. It depends on whether the God of Forging can persist until the power to maintain the magic circle is exhausted.
Chapter completed!