The Paladins of All Worlds, Beginning with Pirates

Chapter 706 The Power of Creation

Banner was a little at a loss when he saw the tall and thin figure in front of him, and a sense of fear rose in his heart.

It's not that he saw the strength of the other party. Banner, who has not yet completed the job change, is just a slightly smarter ordinary person, who doesn't know anything about coercion or anything.

But even so, he was afraid, not because of anything else, but because of the fear transmitted from the beast in his body.

That's right, Tony, who has always been going forward bravely, actually retreated. In other words, the appearance of the opponent directly made Hulk lose his fighting spirit.

"My name is Chaos Ghost God, Ozma, who came back from the dead and avenged the world!" The corner of the man's mouth grinned, and he opened his mouth to Banner while slowly approaching, while Banner was subconscious back.

"Heh, you want to defeat the curse of blood and gain its power?" Ozma laughed sarcastically, "A person like you doesn't even have the qualifications to be a pretender!"

After finishing speaking, he disappeared in a blink of an eye, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Banner, and his right hand with sharp claws directly grabbed Banner's shoulder.

"But such a body is worth using!"

After finishing speaking, a burst of black energy was suddenly released from the terrifying right hand on Banner's shoulder, eroding Banner's body at an extremely fast speed.

Banner's face became more and more frightened, and he clearly felt that all the bodies corroded by the black power had lost consciousness.

I can't feel their existence at all, as if they have been taken away.

As soon as this idea appeared, the panic in Banner's eyes became more intense, and he saw his uncontrollable hands move.

"Oh? Your body is not as weak as you imagined, and even stronger than you expected." Ozma's face showed a look of joy, which accelerated the erosion of black energy.

In just an instant, black energy covered Dr. Banner's body, and Banner closed his eyes in despair, with an expression of unwillingness on his face.

And at this moment, a white ray of light broke through the black sky and swayed on Banner and Ozma.

Under the illumination of this burst of white light, the black rays of light that corroded Banner's body faded away like a tide, and Banner also opened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the body that had regained consciousness.

And Ozma didn't feel so good, this white holy light was a deadly poison to him.

Just the moment it irradiated his body, the surface of his body seemed to be burned by extremely high temperature, and traces of white smoke were exposed.

Ozma's expression changed, she let out an exclamation, took a step back, and then stared at the black sky with extreme vigilance.

A man with white wings spread out like an angel slowly landed on the ground.

"It's you, that's great!" Banner was a little scared, and he actually hid behind Roy. He felt the powerful power on Roy, like the warm sunshine, like the light of salvation thrown into the world by the gods.

A look of astonishment appeared on Ozma's face.

"It's you? No, no, what's going on?" Ozma's tone was bewildered, as if caught in some entangled emotions.

And at this moment, Roy took a light step forward, but it was this seemingly ordinary step that brought about a huge change in this black and white world.

With the foot he stepped out as the center, an invisible force spread out. Under the influence of this force, the world regained its color.

The brown earth, orange flames, and bright red blood, everything is dyed with its own color. This world is embodied by Ozma's blood curse, and Roy can easily modify it.

"You still seem to be questioning?" Roy said softly, "Then, do you believe what you see? Ozma!"

After finishing speaking, suddenly, thousands of silver lights splashed from Roy's body, like silver snakes dancing wildly. With the spread of these silver snakes, many cracks appeared in the surrounding air, and the space began to shatter, creating a turbulent wave. A storm of air flow surged in this space.

Roy stood in the storm, smiling, and suddenly raised his right hand high.

"It's just an illusory space!"

Amidst the whistling sound, a bright and dazzling light burst out from under his palm, the light was extremely dazzling, and at the same time very sharp, as if it could destroy everything.

Click!

After the flash of this white light, the entire space was divided into two.

Roy took another step forward, and then, the two halves of the space "boomed" and shattered into countless small fragments, turning into nothing!

The whole space becomes an endless white, without any substantial shape, returning to the original.

"This, this is impossible, you can't be him, and how could he have such a powerful force?" Ozma looked at Roy with awe and disbelief, and he didn't have the calm look at the beginning.

"You're right, Ozma, of course I'm not him! I'm a stronger existence than him! Let me show you this long-lost creation power!"

After finishing speaking, the white robe on Roy's body danced without wind, and his short black hair stood upright. Under the gaze of Ozma and Banner, he stretched out a finger and tapped lightly in the void.

A circle of invisible ripples appeared in the space. At this moment, the space seemed to be still.

Banner felt that everything around him slowed down, and the air froze until he was frozen to death.

Ozma felt an extremely terrifying force, like two sledgehammers, pinching him from left to right, and then squeezing him crazily.

His body began to distort and deform, but Ozma still did not lose consciousness. The apostle's powerful body functions still kept him awake, even though his body was distorted out of shape.

"It's you, it's you, Caruso, after all, I found you!" Ozma laughed loudly, his laughter seemed weak, but there was a trace of heartfelt joy and ecstasy.

Roy shook his head helplessly: "I told you, I'm not him."

As he said that, Roy shook the void in his hand, and the long-lost Ashbringer appeared in his hand again, "I hate people who can't listen, like you, who can't communicate!"

As he said that, the Ashbringer in Roy's hand swung suddenly, and the golden sword of holy light swept towards Ozma in front.

"Hahaha, I won't..." Ozma said as usual, the golden sword energy had arrived, his body was first split into two halves, and then dissipated into black mist.

(End of this chapter)