human suffering

Wang Gou Sheng's sneak attack was very effective, and he directly gave Isis a smoked fish head.

Isis's originally emerald green fish head was burnt black, and the air was filled with the aroma of fish meat.

"Honey, are you okay? How familiar are you?"

"Prodigal man, are you lying?"

Isis was completely disappointed with Osiris. She used the power of the pyramid construction-origin to restore her body and wrap herself in the water of the origin to make herself invincible first.

Not all of the Egyptian gods were good at fighting.

Isis is the auxiliary god.

Let him create life and maintain the ecological balance of the world. She is a good hand.

To put it bluntly, it’s a professional job to tie a baby on Miaofeng Mountain.

However, in face-to-face combat, Isis was ineffective.

Also not good at fighting is Osiris, the god of agriculture.

Facing the thunderous attacks from Wang Gou Sheng and Hong Lei, all Osiris could think about was the sowing season.

Apart from building links to transmit the power of thunder to other places, there was no way to fight back for a while.

Seth and Nephthys are better. One is the God of Death and the other is the God of War. Their combat capabilities are considered excellent.

However, there are too many enemies to face, and they have no martial ethics.

Especially Loki, that vicious little dagger, is dedicated to the three directions below. If one is not careful, the party will be in danger.

The one who cooperates with Loki is Chicha.

Chicha resisted all the frontal attacks, but Loki took the time to counterattack, stabbing Seth to the point of howling like ghosts.

Despite their passivity, the only four remaining gods of the Egyptian pantheon are indeed powerful.

Whether it is defense or recovery ability, they are all beyond ordinary cognition.

On the other hand, it’s not surprising at all.

If we regard them all as weapon spirits, as long as the super-era relics are not destroyed.

Seth and the others can be said to be immortal.

Unless the energy of the super-era relics is exhausted, they will weaken.

Cai Gen looked at his group, unable to attack for a long time, and felt helpless.

I usually think that this group of people are just working hard and don't contribute much, and they always hide it.

Looking at it now, I still overestimated this group of people.

Essentially, they just don't work very well.

Slowly walk towards the battlefield to see if, with my super powers, I can pull off a sneak attack or something.

Cai Gen had just taken two steps when a gust of evil wind blew in his face.

This gust of wind was very strange. It made Cai Gen take two steps back. He suddenly felt which direction the wind was blowing from.

It stands to reason that the space he is currently in is a space crack in the void.

Where will the wind blow?

Could it be that there is still a hidden enemy waiting for Cai Gen to be alone?

Thinking of this, Cai Gen was shocked.

He pulled out the bone-cutting knife and swiped it around, but found nothing.

Just when he was about to speak and call everyone back, he was ambushed.

I just heard a small voice in my ear.

"Don't make any noise, it's a bit deep, we are in the same group."

Cai Gen was furious at that time.

In the past, when delivering food, seeing Xiao Xiao was not so scary.

"Fuck you uncle, who is in the same group with you.

He is sneaky and doesn't look like a serious person at first glance.

Come out quickly and let me chop you twice to prove that we are together. "

This request, whether it should be said or not, is indeed a bit unusual.

Why can two slashes prove that they are in the same group?

Not surprisingly, Cai Gen's brain circuit directly depressed the other party.

"Cai Gen, who did the research? How could there be someone like you?"

"Whoever studies it is not your responsibility."

As if he knew that Cai Gen would have nothing nice to say next, the other party quickly interrupted him.

"I am the leader of the Tianhao clan. I have no longer used my real name for a long time. The god of suffering calls me Sunday.

You can call me Uncle Tian or Uncle Tian. Anyway, you won’t suffer. "

When Cai Gen heard this, he put down the bone-cutting knife.

After searching around for a long time, I still couldn't find this thing called Sunday.

"Don't pretend to be senior to me. Gong Kanghui and Gai Qiu are the same generation as you. I just call you brother symbolically. Don't try to make up for the grievances you suffered from the God of Suffering from me."

When Cai Gen said this, he changed the topic and became friendly.

After all, they are in the same group, and they are with the God of Pain, so due respect is indispensable.

"Well, Brother Tian, ​​come out and meet me.

Were you also exiled here by the God of Bitterness?

However, I heard that Blind He never mentioned your number.

I don’t know if you hide it well or if you don’t have any sense of presence.

Or are you lazy and not working? "

A miniature tornado appeared next to Cai Gen without any warning.

The wind was blowing very fast, blowing on Cai Gen's face like a slap in the face.

Cai Gen's face was swollen after just one encounter.

“Brother Tian, ​​no, Uncle Tian, ​​I am young and can speak without restraint.

Don't be the same as me.

From now on, I will have to rely on my face for a living, so don’t make a killing move. "

So flexible and flexible, I was drunk even on Sunday.

The wind slowed down and dissipated in the air, as if it had never appeared.

“It doesn’t matter if you have fun and bullshit.

But don’t joke about the mission given by the god of suffering.

Ever since I came to the Egyptian world with the God of Bitterness, I have been entangled with Apep all the time.

If it weren't for me, the Whisper of the Wind, disrupting Apep's energy frequency.

Ra had already resurrected Punt.

I can't wait for you to come. "

The language of the wind?

Cai Gen's curiosity began to grow untimely.

"Brother Tian, ​​I don't understand, what does your mission mean?

What is the language of the wind and what is its frequency? Please explain it in detail.

Otherwise, if I brag for you in the future, I won’t even know from what angle. "

There are many things to wear, but nothing to wear, and Sunday is no exception.

“If you want to talk about the language of the wind, that’s amazing.

It's like a person talking in your ear all the time.

What he said is still something you don't want to hear.

Remember, I said all the time.

Mental power is highly malleable and easily affected.

With my disdainful efforts, I can guide my mental power towards collapse.

Disrupt order into disorder, thereby triggering internal conflicts in mental power and causing internal friction.

The control unit of energy is mental power, I will control it."

Cai Gen's eyes were full of clear ignorance, and he obviously didn't understand.

"I don't need to tell you more, even if you don't understand.

For example, just as you were about to fall asleep, I shouted in your ear.

As time goes by, will you go crazy?

Yes, that’s pretty much what it means. "

With a fierce slap on his thigh, Cai Gen realized.

"Damn it, Brother Tian, ​​if you had said this earlier, I would have understood.

Isn't this just the devil's whisper?

The toad crawls on the feet, but does not bite.

This is such a shameless move. How did you come up with it?

No, I didn't mean to belittle you.

I really admire you. "

Seeing that the tornado was about to take shape again, Cai Gen quickly turned around.

"That's not right. You tortured Apep and broke La's affairs, but they won't deal with you?

Can't they see you too? "

“I am a man like the wind, as long as I don’t show up, who can do anything to me?

Besides, I'm not a fool waiting for them to come to me in one place.

I come and go like the wind without a trace. "

Oh, to put it bluntly, it’s just guerrilla warfare.

As soon as the person felt at ease, he went over and shouted.

This tactic is indeed very painful and extremely damaging.