Players' NPC boss

The voice of the god became louder, and the taste of blood in his mouth made him sing praises to his greatness to the sky.

God needs to sing praises and enjoy, but he was trapped in the danger of death for endless time in the past. His emotions were suppressed by wisdom, prophecy, thinking, and memory, and he mechanically repeated the behavior of erasing danger.

And for the second time, he found happiness in his own behavior.

He was a god and the son of the king. He was born with everything, so he couldn't find happiness. Of course, he didn't feel unhappy, nor did he have desires and satisfaction.

Now think about it, the terrible dream of death brought him [fear], made him have the [desire] to live, the blessing of not being hurt by all things in the world gave him [satisfaction], and the forgotten mistletoe gave him [pursuit].

He felt happiness for the first time in his life, and the wonderful taste made him linger, so he acted as if he had found the love of his life.

How beautiful the wailing of the dwarf deprived of wisdom was, how sweet the father's blood containing omniscience was, and how beautiful the mother's confused and desperate eyes were. Every action he took brought him the satisfaction of prolonging his life.

This might be what Wu Ni called morbidity, but he enjoyed it.

Speaking of which, why did he have the leisure to think about these things now?

Of course, the Eye of All-Seeing did not bring the sting of death, and he would not die here. This was the first time he fought without worrying about his life. The torn wound brought some special emotions, which was like the excitement of dancing on the blade, causing a strange blush on the god's face.

In the past, he always killed the enemy with Gungnir and Runes, but it was the first time to kill someone with his fists.

The scene of blood and flesh flying, Blaze's reaction of tensing his nerves to dodge the attack, every place made him unable to stop.

What made him happier than prolonging his own life was to take away other people's lives.

"Really, it's wonderful!"

"Let me be happier!"

The god's movements became crazy, without the greatness and holiness of the gods, but some weird monsters in human form. He waved his arms randomly, speeding up or slowing down the speed of his attack at will, just to see Blaze shattered under his attack, or fleeing in embarrassment.

Blaze threw punches in a staggered manner, hammering the god's face to block the god's sight, and finding the right opportunity to change the god's attack trajectory and let the god beat him.

The god kept spitting blood, but still laughed unscrupulously.

The illusion of death shown by the Eye of All-Knowing in the past has become a restriction, allowing the god to coldly prioritize eliminating crises. And when this restriction is lifted and the god realizes what he is happy about, the god will really lose control.

Even if the health value is constantly weakened, the Eye of All-Knowing does not foretell any signs of death, so no matter how much damage Blaze causes, he will not die in the end.

No, it is better to say, what if he dies? The Hall of Valor is standing at their feet. Being beaten to death in such a confrontation will only allow him to enter the Hall of Valor and gain true eternal life.

The god suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Blaze could use his body to wear away his health points bit by bit. Theoretically, he could kill him just like that, but the Eye of All-Seeing did not convey any signs. It turned out that after this battle, he could truly gain eternal life.

He felt sorry that in the future he would no longer be able to enjoy wailing and despair in order to continue his great life. But he did not feel sad, because the feeling of tearing life apart bit by bit with his fists made him find new happiness.

"Hahaha - Lion! Put your claws to my throat!"

The god and Blaze fought fiercely, but the god looked like he had lost his human form. He approached upside down with his hands as feet, like a piece of rag flying in the air. Everything in the world seemed to no longer restrain the god, so he no longer cared about his appearance.

Finally, Blaze was overwhelmed and was hit by the flying hair of the god.

It was just soft hair, but it cut Blaze into a bloody mess like a sharp blade that could cut through space.

Blaze fell to the ground, his last strength was to grit his teeth and stand against the wall. The blood blurred his vision, almost blinding him, and he couldn't even see the approaching gods.

"Is this... no more? My health is just a little bit short."

The god twisted his head, almost turning it around. He just became happy, and Blaze fell down.

"It seems that the all-seeing eye is right. No omen of death means that I will not die today."

The god sighed regretfully, and at this moment, he saw Blaze tremblingly raising something.

It was a blood-stained [gun].

"That is... ah~ you mortals who want to become gods."

The god couldn't help laughing. This weapon that didn't exist was completely useless to him, and this man who wanted to kill gods actually used this thing as his last resort.

The pitiful man thought that the humble mortal had given him the hope of killing gods, but he didn't know that the mortal's greed had already made the gun spit out flames.

The gun wasn't even aimed at him, it was pointed in the wrong direction.

"Where were you aiming? It would be ridiculous to end up with a completely off target shot, this way, this way."

The God, with a gentle voice, like guiding a lost lamb, slowly pulled Blaze's gun to the angle of his heart.

"Yes, it's here. Now start the gun and spit out the arrogance of trying to kill God and the greed of trying to become God."

But Blaze did not pull the trigger, just panting like a dying man. Gradually, the God began to get impatient.

"Okay, mortals try to kill God, but this time they don't even have the chance to spit wildfire..."

The God's voice and vision gradually faded away, the world was dark, but his sense of smell did not disappear. The smell of the blood on the gun was like a pair of hands holding his hand and pointing him in the direction.

Towards this side.

He would not believe a word of the God's words.

But he would believe her words even if they were lies.

"I have been imprisoned forever, poisoned all day long--"

Bang--

A loud roar interrupted the god's words, and the silver light sank into the god's empty left eye, then pierced the back of the god's head and fell to the ground.

It was a silver bullet, flawless and beautiful like a work of art. And with a crack on the surface of the bullet, the god slowly fell to the ground with a crazy smile.

"Hebi Hermes says hello to you, Balder."

"And don't talk nonsense."

[Light is dead, darkness has been released--]