I, Jianhao, infinite flow

With that said, Mayfair Weiss opened the bottle in her hand and drank it down.

The original distorted and painful expression on her face receded instantly, replaced by endless hatred.

Seeing those crimson eyes covered in burgundy, Burt and Refia were speechless.

"The noise in the ear disappeared, the disgusting body was no longer unbearable, and everything turned into hatred for him."

The extreme hatred overwhelmed everything, making her forget even the pain.

"This hatred, this hatred, is the only 'salvation' for me!"

She wants to die, she doesn't want to live so ugly.

But she can't die.

This contradiction made her painful and desperate.

And Dionysus gave her a reason, gave her a reason to live, to be able to endure all pain and despair to live.

False but extreme hate!

. . . . . .

"You're such a piece of shit."

Loki couldn't help cursing after hearing about Felvis from Dionysus.

"Don't say that, Loki, I just want to save the poor family." Dionysus replied nonchalantly.

"Tsk, so, why are you trying to break O'Leary?" Loki asked, pouted.

Facing Loki's sudden question, Dionysus was silent for a moment, then his smile disappeared and he put on a serious expression.

"To correct this lower bound!"

'Seriously' the god answered Loki.

"In the past, real heroes could defeat monsters even without the blessings of gods. They were brave without any blessings from gods, but they slowly drove the monsters out of their homes."

"That's a miracle! That's what the gods want to see!"

It was the age of heroes before the age of the gods, an epic legend written by the human race.

"Because of this, this world does not need gods!"

Dionysus uttered bold words.

"It's okay to say that I'm evil, even so, I will open the gate of Hades and bring back the era of miracles where life shines brighter!"

"It's up to me to end the age of hypocrisy created by the gods!"

Perhaps human beings will not approve of this behavior, and will only curse its cruelty and madness.

But it was a divine providence, a great love from the perspective of the world.

Dionysus looked directly at Loki, and released a declaration that the gods could understand.

Then, Loki nodded and said:

"You're lying."

"I don't know who you stole these words from, but...you just want to see the children in pain and hear them cry, right?"

Loki looked at Dionysus with disdain, and exposed the lies he had woven by embezzling the words of other gods.

"The passage along the way, the murals decorated have already explained your rotten character."

1322 Evil God?you deserve

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

Dionysus reached out and raised his bangs, his eyes revealed madness and distortion, and his smile like a nobleman also instantly became cruel.

This is what he is.

Dionysus is the god of drama, opera, and wine.

At the same time, it is also intoxicating, carnival, and. . .God of madness!

There was only one thing he was after from beginning to end.

A Feast of Madness Born of Great Terror!

"You know that, Loki. The cries of madness taste better than wine!"

Dionysus looked at Loki, no longer hiding his essence.

"How beautiful the lower realm used to be, full of despair, pain and wailing, but that paradise-like era ended with the lower realm of the gods."

"It's all Uranus' fault! Just because of the secret agreement concluded by that old scourge, and it is still suppressing the dungeon, I have never been satisfied!"

"Loki, if it's you, you should be able to understand me!"

Looking at Dionysus' hand stretched out to him, Loki curled his lips in disdain.

"Understand you? Oh, you deserve it too?"

Loki was a famous lunatic when he was in the heaven. Before the word "evil god" was redefined in the lower realm, she, Loki, was the representative of the word "evil god".

Perhaps in the eyes of Dionysus, Loki, who once set off the battle of the gods like the twilight of the gods, will understand and approve of his actions.

However, in Loki's eyes, if he really wants to talk about 'evil', he is not worthy of Dionysus.

"The destruction of the central city of the world, it would be amazing for any child from the lower realm to do this kind of thing... But you are also the twelve gods of the Olympus series. After going around such a big circle, the result That's it?"

Loki's disdainful words stunned Dionysus.

"Going around in circles? That's it? Hey, hey, Loki, what are you talking about, if I destroy this land with divine power, I will be stopped by other gods..."

"Isn't that just right?" Loki interrupted Dionysus with a mocking smile on his face.

"Don't you want to pursue frenzy? Don't you like despair and pain?"

"Start a war of gods! Break this piece of land, it is best to involve the entire heaven! The sky will collapse! At that time, won't everything you want be inexhaustible?"

"This...but..." Dionysus looked at the smile on Loki's face and listened to her words, suddenly he didn't know what to say.

"You don't dare to do that, do you?" With a restrained smile, Loki looked at him with an expression of 'as expected'.

"You don't dare to be an enemy of the gods, and you don't have the ability to be an enemy of the gods. You know that once you start a battle of gods, you will be the one who loses in the end. You are afraid of being punished!"

"You care more about your own safety than what you call a 'crazy feast', that's why you use this petty method."

"I... petty...?" Inspired by the strong disdain and mockery in Loki's tone, Dionysus immediately retorted:

"It sounds good! Facing the God King, don't you dare...you..."

Before he finished speaking, Dionysus stopped by himself, because he suddenly remembered the god in front of him-really dare!

Not only is she facing the God King, she is facing a whole series of gods, and everything she said just now is what she has really done!

The battle of Ragnarok ended with Loki's defeat, and she was punished by God King Odin for this.

"What's the matter? Keep talking? I'm listening."

Seeing the disdainful expression on Loki's face, Dionysus felt a little speechless for a moment.

. . . . . .

"Lefiya."

Filvis, who drank the divine wine, looked at Refia and pierced her body with her hand.

With a blank expression, he opened the skin, tore up the flesh, and tore a hole under the neck and above the chest.

Then, a magic stone came into Refia's eyes.

"You said I was beautiful, Refia."

Fairway looked at Refia with no expression on her face, but her tone was trembling undetectably.

"Seeing me now, can you still say the same thing?"

Because the body was torn apart, the strange man's self-regeneration ability was activated, and his body rolled and squirmed, bit by bit re-wrapping the exposed magic stone.

Seeing that terrifying scene, Refia moved her throat, trying to turn her thoughts into words.

But in the end, she failed.

She couldn't say the word 'beautiful' against her will.

Whether it's a filthy body or a heart devoured by hatred, the elf named 'Fairways' has completely missed beauty.

"This is the answer." Ain, the clone on the side, said:

"I don't have any nostalgia anymore, I told you a long time ago, after becoming like this, we no longer have a choice."

Ain announced the end of the conversation with a cold tone, and Filvis also lowered her head as if giving up completely.

The next moment, the chant sounded.

"The fantasy is over, the soul returns to its place, and the bonds of your body cannot be separated!"

What the two Fairways chanted at the same time was the dispelling spell of the clone magic.

"Ansel."

The white and black rays of light shone, interlaced, and finally merged. Ain turned into light particles and was absorbed by the main body, and the silhouettes of the two gradually became one.

The distributed power was taken back, and the strange man's body instantly became restless.

The long black hair spread all the way to the ground, centered on the chest, and vein-like vascular protrusions covered Fairway's entire body.

The eye sockets are sunken, the beautiful crimson pupils have turned into a cloudy dark green, and the skin has faded into a sickly pale.

When the roar of magic power quieted down, and when she saw 'that thing', Refiya couldn't help but murmured:

"That's...Miss Fairways?"

It was no longer the elven adventurer Filwes she knew, but an elf monster who had been swallowed by despair and fallen in the filth.

"Don't stand still, grab your weapon and start chanting."

Burt's reprimand came, and the werewolf walked up to Refia to block her, and the purpose was self-evident.