Lord of the Light

Banner looked at the tall and thin figure that appeared in front of him a little at a loss, and a fear rose in his heart.

It's not that he sees the strength of the other party. Banner, who has not yet completed the transfer, is just a slightly smarter ordinary person, who doesn't know anything about a little imposing force.

But even so, he was terrified. The reason was not other, but the fear passed by the beast in his body.

That's right, Tony, who had always been brave enough to move forward, actually retreated. In other words, the appearance of the opponent directly caused Hulk to lose his fighting spirit.

"My name is Chaos Ghost God, Ozma, a person who has come back from the hell to revenge against the world!" The man grinned in an arc, and slowly approached Banner while he spoke to Banner. Banner was Retreat subconsciously.

"Oh, with people like you, want to defeat the curse of blood and gain the power in it?" Ozma laughed sarcastically, "You are not even qualified to be a pretender!"

After he finished speaking, he instantly disappeared in the same place out of thin air. When he reappeared, he had already come behind Banner. The right hand with sharp claws directly grabbed Banner's shoulder.

"But such a body is worth using!"

After that, the horrifying right hand resting on Banner's shoulder suddenly released a burst of black energy, eroding Banner's body at an extremely fast speed.

Banner's face became more and more horrified. He clearly felt that all the bodies that were corroded by black power had lost consciousness.

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

This thought just appeared, and Banner's eyes were full of horror. He saw his uncontrollable hands actually moved.

"Oh? Your body is not as weak and small as you imagined, and even unexpectedly strong." A touch of joy appeared on Ozma's face, which accelerated the erosion of black energy.

In just a moment, the black energy had covered Dr. Banner's body and everything, and Banner closed his eyes in despair, the expression on his face was full of unwillingness.

At this moment, a white light broke through the black sky and swayed on Banner and Ozma.

Under the shining of this white light, the black light that corroded Banner's body faded like a tide, and Banner opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the regained consciousness.

But Ozma didn't feel so well, this white holy light was deadly poison for him.

It was just a moment when his body was irradiated, his body surface seemed to be burned with extremely high temperature, and a hint of white smoke was exposed.

Ozma's face changed, and he exclaimed, took a leap forward, and then stared at the top of the black sky very vigilantly.

A man with white wings spread out like an angel slowly descended to the ground.

"It's you, great!" Banner was a little frightened. He actually hid behind Roy. He felt the powerful power of Roy, like warm sunshine, like the light of salvation from the gods into the world.

A trace of amazement appeared on Ozma's face.

"It's you? No, no, what's going on?" Ozma's tone was uncertain, as if caught in a certain tangled emotion.

At this moment, Roy took a gentle step forward, but it was this seemingly ordinary step that caused a huge change in this black and white world.

I saw the foot he stepped on as the center, an invisible force spread, and under the influence of this force, the world returned to its color.

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

"You seem to be still questioning?" Roy said softly, "Next, do you believe everything you see with your eyes? Ozma!"

After speaking, suddenly, thousands of silver lights sputtered from Roy's body, like a silver snake dancing wildly. As these silver snakes spread, the surrounding air appeared many cracks, and the space began to shatter, a turbulent wave The air storm surged in this space.

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

"It's just an illusory space!"

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

Click!

After this white light flashed past, the entire space was divided into two.

Roy took a step forward again, and then, the space that had become two halves was "boomed" and shattered into countless small fragments and vanished!

The entire space has become an endless white, without any substantial form, returning to its origin.

"This, this is impossible, you can't be him, and how could he have such a powerful force?" Ozma looked at Roy's eyes full of awe and disbelief, and didn't seem to be calm at first.

"You are right, Ozma, of course I am not him! I am a stronger existence than him! Let you see this long-lost power of creation!"

After speaking, Roy's white robe danced without wind, and his short black hair stood upright. As Ozma and Banner watched, he stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly in the void.

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

Banner only felt that everything around him became slow, and the air had solidified until it was frozen to death.

Ozma felt a terrifying force, like two sledgehammers, and flanked him from left to right, and then squeezed wildly.

His body began to twist and deform, but Ozma still did not lose consciousness, and the apostle's powerful bodily functions still kept him awake, even though his body was distorted.

"It's you, it's you, Carlosso, let me find you after all!" Ozma laughed loudly, his laughter seemed weak, but with a trace of genuine joy and ecstasy.

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

As he said, Roy squeezed the void in his hand, and the long-lost Ashbringer appeared in his hand again, "I am the most annoyed person who can't listen, like you, can't communicate!"

As he said, the Ashbringer in Roy's hand suddenly flicked, and the golden holy light sword aura swept towards Ozma ahead.

"Hahaha, I won't..." Ozma's words were normal, the golden sword energy had arrived, and his body was first turned into two halves, and then turned into a black mist and dissipated.