The Endless Shuttle

Rama said sincerely.

Hanuman appeared from the wind and fell by King Rama's side, kneeling on his knees and presented him with a platinum sword.

The brave picked up the magic knife and walked towards Rope.

"The warrior should die in battle. You are a miracle of mankind, and the demon king who kills the gods. Such death is an insult to you. This is what Rama has not allowed since fighting with you. You should enjoy glory."

In India's concept, killing the defeated by one's own hands is an honor given to the opponent and a recognition of its force.

Rope didn't intend to appreciate it.

"I thought I had to kill at least that ape before using this. I didn't expect you to be more decisive than me... "Five Decays of Heaven and Man", the trick of jumping time. "

He held his knees with both hands, and a hint of pitch black in the blue pupils was constantly emerging.

Dead? End of time?

So good, give your body to the deity.

The gods born from the roots of chaos, the sons of terror who ran away, live longer than the world, and they can only be sealed and cannot be killed—

"Feed on my flesh and blood, lend me your torso...the old rulers..."

Muttering in a low voice in a language that does not belong to this world, Rope slowly closed his eyes and fell forward.

Subsequently, a wave of "bad" erupted in this sky city.

Chapter 272 The Terrifying Four Gods One

"Wang!"

Before the black storm came, Hanuman stood in front of Rama, creating a tornado connecting the world and protecting the two in the eye of the wind.

"Your kindness is merciful, but that demon king is not worthy of such honor. We must completely annihilate him... uh!"

The white ape who was talking suddenly stopped.

It looked down at its abdomen, and a knife tip ignored its tough body and protruded from it.

Of course Hanuman recognized the knife, and even if his body dissipated and returned to the myth, he could not forget the shape of the knife.

White gold, one hundred centimeters long, the master annihilated Raksha's sacred tool-"Salvation Sword"!

This magic sword that has become the nightmare of the devil in a long time is crying, piercing its own edge into its companion.

"…King?"

The Hanuman ape’s face was full of shock. It couldn’t understand why the king he served pointed the blade at his back.

Turning its head, it saw the current situation of Rama.

The piercing pupils are occupied by black, and the white of the eyes and pupils are all black. The noble and biting steel divinity that originally exuded from the whole body was also all turned into raging madness.

Behind him, a demigod who looked exactly the same as Rama, only a demigod with brown skin emerged from his shadow.

"Lakshman!? Why are you..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah! My noble brother Wang!!"

Before Hanuman finished speaking, Rama's younger brother, instead of his subordinate **** Lakshman, who was distorted by the **** of disobedience, wailed.

"It's painful! Brother Wang save me! It's painful! Where is the darkness, where is the chaos! That's Tandava, it's Kalima! Brother Wang!"

The brown Lakshman screamed, tumbling over Rama's shadow. There were blood and tears in his eyes, as if he had seen something unprecedented, even as a heroic **** could not understand.

Rama, who had loved his younger brother, suddenly became cold-blooded and ruthless, letting Lakshman cry.

"Lakshman!"

In the end, Lakshman's voice gradually weakened, and disappeared into black smoke in Hanuman's unbelievable eyes.

Rama pulled away the magic knife, Hanuman stepped back, and the wind around him weakened a bit.

"Wang, have you usurped your mind by the evil curse?... Damn Raksha! God sword! Quickly enhance the divine nature of our lord, the noble "steel" should not invite such evil curses! "

Hanuman roared. As a subordinate of King Rama, he could influence the "Salvation Sword" at some point.

Hum!

The magic sword heard Bai Yuan's plea, and the blade trembled, emitting a gentle gleam.

The aura of fire and wind improves the divinity of forged steel.

Steel is noble and clean, and would rather be unyielding. The appearance of the white and silver steel is exactly the life of the heroes and gods. To the mother gods, dragons, snakes, and demon kings, they are mortal enemies; to the people, they are protectors and protectors of order.

The silver light flickered, and gradually, the frantic darkness receded from Rama's eyes, revealing his beautiful pupils again.

The brave awoke from the nightmare.

"...Thanks a lot."

Rama looked at the magic sword in his hand with a complicated expression. The platinum blade was much dimmer than before, and some rust could even be seen on the hilt.

He knew that it was his younger brother who was able to regain himself. The subordinate **** Lakshman took the sudden, unknown "curse" released by the devil in front of him on his behalf, otherwise the brave who saved the world is likely to be at that moment. Turned into a demon **** of destruction.

Rama couldn't exactly describe that feeling.

If I had to say it, it was like being in a swamp of chaos and colorlessness. Hunger and greedy eyes spread everywhere, making people go crazy in the imbalance of the soul and the indescribable horror.

"Campione..."

The brave's pale expression was more solemn than ever.

His imperial brother has been killed by the opponent's unknown power, and the distortion of the **** of unwillingness to violate the myth will soon strike, and the time he can stay in this world has been reduced.

Rama raised the magic square of the magic sword, and the steel bow and quiver reappeared in his hand and beside him.

"—!!!"

At this time, inhuman roars rang, and there was a ‘groan’ sound similar to the movement of mollusks.

Feeling the aura of despair weakening, Hanuman withdrew the sheltered tornado and stood in front of his master's left front, waiting for him.

"Is this your last strength, devil..."

Rama clenched the longbow tightly. Even a well-informed hero didn't have to feel shivered and disgusted by the existence he was seeing now.

How do you describe the monster in front of you?