Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

tantly upon contact. 。And when this pink mist touched the giant sandworm... 。Then the sand worm suddenly let out a strange cry, turned around and ran, its aura instantly weakening significantly. 。If..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon skilled techniques. 。After all, they can still forge metal and build ordinary mechs. 。But today, in the first level of the Nodar Blacksmith Association, you could barely see any blacksmiths. There...