Thank You! People Are Collapsing, Not Yet Lost

A dense forest of ferocious flowers and plants, ranging from poisonous weeds to animal-eating plants, will form, dragging enemies into the sea of ​​demonic trees to attack.The flowers will continue to bloom even if they are not deliberately cast.

Plants that are far more ferocious and cruel than any demon beasts grow indefinitely, gnashing their teeth and sucking blood, releasing a large mouth of venom and terror towards everything around them.

The terrifying poison made Jibril on the side feel extremely uncomfortable, and her mind became dizzy.

Even if it is as strong as a Flügel, it has been greatly eroded by the power of a certain guy's life-threatening use.

Fortunately, Jibril wasn't the main target of that magical forest.

Like an alien monster biting a tired wolf king, the divine power exerted on the vines easily penetrated the wolf king's chest, tearing apart his majestic body like a giant god.

Almost at the moment when Marquis Vauban was killed, the silver-white sword light swept across the sky and the earth, tearing the demon leader wrapped in the demonized forest into two halves.Extend forward without limit.

The lingering malice in the world turned into flickering blue fireflies, and the slain elves rose from the atmosphere and fell into the sky.

In that world that froze and swayed, the covered earth groaned constantly.

It was as if the world had come to an end.

Next, is your life coming to an end?

Because of someone's space blockade, Jibril, who couldn't complete the long-distance sky-movement at all, looked at it with a dazed expression.

That magic sword wasn't cut down at her, so naturally it wouldn't hurt her.

However, in the following words, the Black Prince, Pluto and others will also be resurrected, and then use their powers without limit.

In that environment, it is only a matter of time before the characters on the side are affected to death.

So, are you going to die?

I didn't die in the process of challenging the strong, nor was I killed because I went deep into the power of God...

Will he die at the hands of an outrageous superior race that looks like a monkey, but is cruel and tyrannical?

After a long absence, Jibril felt a little dazed.

"Huh, it seems that the brothers and sisters who shared my murderous urge are a little more cranky than I thought."

As if a ghost suddenly appeared, the boy's voice suddenly sounded.

Shared the urge to kill?

As if she had encountered something completely incomprehensible, Jibril, who had just realized that a certain god had descended, widened her eyes and looked beside her, as if realizing something.

"Is it strange? Forcibly taking other people's souls and turning them into firewood for the fire of your own soul will naturally have to pay a price."

The boy who came here, largely to protect the Flügel from being wiped out by the aftermath, shrugged and said.

"The resentment of the slaughtered, turned into killing intent, and accumulated in the slayer's soul, cursing the slayer."

"Isn't it strange that I am very influenced by those naive souls, sending the urge to kill to my compatriots?"

Destruction of Eternal Tribulation is essentially a magical technique, and its correct name is Tempered by Demons.

The number of dead spirits left in Akado's Hanoi of Death is 42.

There is no doubt that this is a terrifying number.

The total amount of souls devoured by all the members of the "Black Round Table" of the Holy Spear Thirteen Knights of the God Throne series is not as much as Li Zihan's this wave.

Turning so many souls into fuel in one breath made Li Zihan's ability to create rank-locking possible effects become particularly ferocious, but it also led to another thing.

Because Li Zihan devoured his soul, the urge to kill that he had accumulated in large quantities had reached an uncontrollable level.

The so-called "Eternal Calamity Destruction" is a magic system created by the "Mercury Snake", the master of the Black Round Table of the German Nazis. Mode.

Anyone who uses this technique will fall into a slow urge to kill, and the human soul killed by it will be swallowed up by the holy relic, and the swallowed soul will serve as the power to wrap the user.

The essence of it is that "the more you kill, the more powerful you are, and the more powerful you are, the more you want to kill." This is the best technique to use for lunatic, perverted, and broken personality.

Li Zihan is unusual.

This is very obvious.

A normal person would have gone crazy long ago after accumulating the killing intent of 3 million dead souls at one time.

But he was still able to live and dance, and even had time to go to the godslayer world to resurrect his compatriots, and then continue to grow wool.

... This is also not true, Li Zihan just peeled off the sheepskin.

Although it looked like nothing, but devouring 3 million dead souls had no effect on him, no one would believe it.

but--

Li Zihan's performance now is just to raise a few flannel balls, and play some more exciting plays when he is free.

Why is Li Zihan so calm?

This can refer to Rama and Roshman.

Rama, who came as a god of disobedience, is very rational, and even gets tired of his mission and doesn't want to fight.

The reason for his calm behavior is that his brother Roshman helped him carry all the madness.

Among Li Zihan's own powers, there is one item called Tian Congyun.

The effect is grafting and fusion. Li Zihan once used this power to transplant Ling to himself, and asked her to help him deal with the negative emotions after becoming a Herrscher.

Very naturally, Li Zihan chose to graft most of his murderous impulses out, and let other godslayers bear it.

"Grab the soul of others, turn it into firewood, and smelt the soul of yourself. Is this why you are strong?"

Jibril, who finally realized something, slowly raised her head and looked at the powerful and abnormal boy.

"Who knows that kind of thing?"

The young man who was about to give the Flügel as a favor to the God of War Artixu smiled and said to the Flügel who knew it but couldn't learn it.

"Come with me, and I'll take you to meet your master."

Chapter 19 How about trying to fight me?

One of the strongest fantasy species, it looks like a giant tortoise with its back like a rocky island, on the back of Abon Tehuim.

In this Hall of Thrones, sitting on the highest throne at the end of the stairs, the man with his muscles as strong as a rock is different from the strongest god in the broad sense. He is the strongest in real and the strongest in concept. God, the creator of the Flügel, the god of war, Artesius.

"Guian, the strongest god in this world."

The young man with long black hair and his body exuding a breath that was different from the gods of this world quietly came to the temple of the God of War, and saluted the god with eighteen wings sitting on the throne.

"No need to be polite, compatriots from another world."

The God of War, sitting on the throne, looked at this guy who was similar to the gods, but different, with his eyes that made people involuntarily think of war, hatred, and war.

"Nice to meet you."

"My relatives are also taken care of by you."

"That kind of thing is what it should be."

Before, the space was directly folded into a world bubble, and then in the world bubble, a group of Flügel kowtowed with a karma of convicting karma, smiled and said to the strongest god in this world.

As soon as the words fell, standing below the throne, they joined forces with the young Flügels who were enough to hunt down the gods, and stared at someone who beat them violently with eyes that were so cold that they even made most creatures feel dead. guy on the side.

Big fire.

That's all Flügel thinking.

The guy kept saying that he took care of himself, but in fact he beat his own side violently, and then threw it aside to let a group of fighting lunatics serve as guards.

If it wasn't for Jibril and Azrael's life-threatening presence, all the Flügel members would have been giggling with laughter all over their bodies.

With this kind of experience, they obviously don't like the behavior of a shameless person who uses their own life as a bargaining chip and sells face to the master.

It can be said that as long as their creator gives an order, they will not hesitate to launch another sky strike against this bastard.

It's a pity that their masters didn't plan to kill the enemy as soon as the enemy sent his family back.

"I'm curious, why do you, who want to fight me to the death, use this behavior to show your favor to me."

The perception of killing intent is definitely the world's number one war avatar looking at the smiling boy, but looking at himself with the eyes of a prey, his voice is lazy, but with a pressure like a mountain.

"Should I be called the God of War? The ability to perceive hostility and war intent is more terrifying than I imagined."

The young man who had just smashed the Flügel a while ago glanced at the Flügel in front of him, and then shrugged.

Even if he knew that the God of War knew his emotions, he might use force directly, but he still looked calm.

"Because, I am not enough to fight you to the death, so I can only delay the time through this small means."

"'Now'?"

The god of war with a ferocious smile and boldness stood up from the throne. The body twice the size of the Flügel was full of beauty of strength, and the simple action of standing could still show the impressive power of being in front of all living beings.

"You seem to have said a very interesting word."

Hearing such words, the expressions of the surrounding Flügel became bloodthirsty and violent, and the breath that should only appear on the battlefield diffused in this space, as if the temple of the God of War would turn into a battlefield in the next moment.

"of course."

The boy who had not yet figured out how to recreate it naturally spoke words that would make ninety-nine percent of the gods violently kill.

"I feel that it won't take long before I can kill you."

"Can I understand that you are provoking?"

Listening to these words, the God of War's eyes were like a sword about to be unsheathed, the edge was about to tear the sky, and the pressure spreading from his body made the surrounding air thicker, making it difficult to breathe.

"Is it really good to be in such a hurry to kill someone who might fulfill your wish?"

The boy with magnificent iridescent eyes looked at the god with eighteen wings behind his back, his smile was natural and sunny, as if the person whose life was in danger was not him at all.

"Isn't that what you're looking for when you meet enough enemies to give your all, fight as hard as you can, and then taste defeat?"

"Do you really want to kill me now who might defeat you in the future?"

Listening to such words, the aura of the God of War, who was pursuing the defeat after going all out, became sharper and sharper. If he was a sword about to be unsheathed before, now he is a divine sword that has been unsheathed. No one would know that. It is suspected that he has the power to tear the world apart.

"God of another world, where did you find out about this?"

The voice of the God of War fell in the ears of people, like a heavy hammer hitting a long sword, with a majestic majesty that even a god can hardly have.