The Endless Shuttle

Let every artificial light source disappear.

When the fake sunlight disappears, it replaces the streets with real darkness. Even a place just a few meters ahead must be turned into an invisible abyss at night.

"Is it necessary for such a big show? God Athena."

Turning his head and taking a look, Rope found that the surrounding area was already pitch-dark sometime, and even the stars had been swallowed by the night.

——The "Starless Night" spoken by Princess Alice was realized in Sardinia.

"God-killer, you are not the same. You call for a storm just by your own pleasure."

The black and purple divine power gathered in Athena's white and tender palm, and finally formed a wide and sharp sickle.

"It's rare to get back the power, let you and I fight in this darkness."

The sickle has been used as a tool for harvesting "grain" since ancient times. Because food represents the vitality of the earth, it is also endowed with the ability to "harvest life" and has become a symbolic weapon for most death gods.

Hearing that Athena was like a child, as if she couldn't wait to play, Rope smiled helplessly.

"Then as you wish."

He clasped his hands together, reciting his power usurped from Basatan silently, just like dealing with the Mekar locust, using the water of death to form a thin protective cover in front of him.

Rope is releasing water.

It's not that he looks down on Athena. He has four extremely powerful powers. If you are serious, I am afraid that Athena can survive ten moves is a problem-the golden sword of the "God of Victory" is completely unreasonable.

Not to mention that the sun carried by the "white horse" surpasses the "water of death" above the godhead of Athena's "underworld".

If he takes the shot seriously, Rope is very worried that he will accidentally hurt the lovely person in front of him.

‘So you’re so erotic. It’s better to let Athena cut off your head to make you clearer. ’

Acelia said sourly in her mind. ‘Anyway, you have a "male sheep", it doesn’t matter if you get chopped once, right? ’

‘Treat well with women and be more tolerant than women who are weak. This is what men should do. Luo Peixun said nonchalantly.

‘But I’m not so obsessed with her that I deliberately let her chop me down, please be quiet, Master Acelia. ’

'Humph! ’

It was true to Rope's conjecture. On the side of Athena, according to the commonness of the gods of disobedience, the method of cannon fodder temptation was adopted as expected.

"Family! Turn into my fangs, tear the King of Godslayer in front of you!"

The goddess called loudly, and then waved her arms.

Immediately, dozens of owl feathers flew from the depths of darkness.

Not only that, dozens of snakes attacked.

The owl is a bird of prey and therefore has sharp claws and beaks. The length of the snake is slightly longer than five or six meters. At first glance, they only know that they are poisonous snakes, all with colorful scales.

They crashed into Rope's water of death like flying geese fighting a fire, and finally turned into lime and sprinkled on the earth and ocean.

"The ocean with the smell of death..."

The Valkyrie of the war immediately made a judgment, stepped in the void with a ghostly pace, and instantly rushed to the side without water protection.

Scythe, swung down.

Ding!

The sound of metal transfer, the sharp sickle from the **** of death was blocked by the unyielding "steel", and it was impossible to pierce his skin and hurt him.

"Then this is "steel". "

Rope smiled and accepted Athena's words, stretched out his hand to hold the blade of the sickle, and abruptly caught her with an empty hand in a burst of sparks.

"——I will only sleep peacefully under the death of my choice! Here, I refuse any form of harm, and all powers that intend to harm me will be isolated by an oath and cannot invade! I refuse to "slash"! Reject "death"! Reject "darkness". "

"Hinduism's steel hero..."

The smell of the enemy made Athena, the mother of the earth, clenched her silver teeth.

Like an energy cannon, from the tip of the sickle, a shimmer of divine power is constantly gathering.

"Vows are born to be broken! They are definitely not indestructible! Bury under the cold of winter, Rope!"

There are loopholes in Vishma's oath, and this Rope knows it.

Although he obtained the vow of immortality, he still could not escape the fate of being a hero and was killed by the rebirth beam.

Obviously immortal, but being killed by a mortal, the contradiction between death and immortality makes this power have considerable limitations.

For example, if Athena confronts Rope with an excessive amount of "death", it is very likely that Vishma's spirit of speech will be destroyed.

Bathed in the torrent of dark energy, Rope awakened the clouds in the sky indifferently.

"——Thunder! Storm! Turn into my sharp blade and punish those who disrespect me in front of me! You are the wrath of the sky, let the enemy feel the power of your twins!"

A completely different momentum from before.

The divine thunder that was second only to Indra, the **** of heaven, and the storm that blew the city up, hit the deadlocked Athena.

The latter can only draw out the sickle unwillingly, and rush towards the sea.

——The "wind" is cut open, and the "thunder" is cut off, and the remaining power is resisted by a divine power barrier.

Athena is worthy of the priesthood of war. In the face of the anger of the sky, she is still calm and unhurried, displaying her martial arts, blooming on the sea like a lily.

And the only person who can admire her is Rope.

Like a goddess deliberately making things difficult for the silver hair, he raised his hands again.

"You shouldn't let this city fall into darkness. The anger of the people has fulfilled the conditions for the activation of a certain power of mine. Feel it, what you hate most."

From above the clouds, it was obviously dark, but another glimmer of light fell.

"——In order to win, come to me! The undead sun, please give me a shining horse. A spiritual horse with glorious feet, bring the light wheel that symbolizes your lord!"

Chapter 71—The Darkness That Devours the Sun

"White Horse" is actually the power of Mithra, the "God of Light and Contract" in Persia.

In the evolution of the legend of "Avista", Velesrana, the symbol of kingship and victory, finally inherited this power. This is also the reason why he obeyed Mithra and became a god, and the force majeure of mythological evolution.

Therefore, he also gained the ability to carry the sun.