The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants happiness

The crow paused for a moment.

As one of the top powerhouses in the mainland, Hezikaya is now more than 400 years old, and is indeed qualified to rely on her old age in front of people like them.

Not to mention his status as the Pope of Life Church, just saying "little guy" to them is already as kind as an old grandfather.

His eyes subconsciously turned and he found that the mangy mouse had run away on its short legs, and the white pigeon had long since disappeared.

Courageless bastards.

The crow's beak twitched strangely and muttered:

"Isn't it just that I was born a little early? What's there to be proud of!"

Immediately, his wings fluttered and he flew away, giving up the best observation location.

Hezikaya didn't pay attention and continued to stare into the endless void.

Regardless of qualifications, strength, or status, this is his rightful position.

He has long been accustomed to standing in front of everyone.

But suddenly, his brows frowned.

Looking to the side, the space not far away suddenly distorted.

A little white-haired loli emerged from it.

The little Loli was wearing a pink nightgown. She looked like she had just woken up and was still a little sleepy.

She rubbed the corners of her eyes, looked at Hezikaya vaguely with her amber-like red eyes, curled her lips, and said:

"Little guy, go away and stop blocking me."

Hezikaya: "..."

Why do these words... seem so familiar?

"Meladomir."

Hezikaya stared at Meira with a serious expression and said solemnly:

"I came here first."

"I know."

Meera hit her head, stretched and said nonchalantly:

"Don't you understand respecting the elderly? And why are you, a little brat with no fur, standing so close? Didn't your mother teach you that you should stand farther away when watching a play, otherwise you will be affected? Crying."

God, none of his hair has even grown...

Hezikaya subconsciously touched her beard that almost reached her chest...

But he still couldn't refute it.

Hezikaia sighed, looked at Meira and said, "Projection?"

"Why, you think I'm not here in my true form, so you want to bully me?"

Meera waved her little fist and said viciously:

"Do you dare to make a move? As long as you dare to make a move, I will...I will lie on the ground and blackmail you to death immediately!"

Is this really what a great mage who has lived for a thousand years should say?

"..."

Hezikaya sighed silently again: "Ullons."

"Here." A misty voice echoed in the deserted place.

"Find a new location."

"yes."

The golden light fell again, and a simple door took shape again.

Hezikaya stepped into the door and disappeared in an instant.

After Hezikaya left, Meira's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Wullons? After just a short sleep, has the Holy Realm actually evolved to this level? The church's thousands of years of accumulation should not be underestimated."

Meera squinted her eyes, as if she was feeling something:

“So that’s how it is, using the souls of living people to leverage the power of dead things, and then using the power of faith of goddess believers as fuel to pay the expensive price.

The person with the same genius idea as me who should not be underestimated is you, Hezikaya. "

PS: It takes some time to sort out the content of the new volume, so there may be a little less in these two days, and I will make up for it later.

2. The Fallen Moon (Part 1)

"He is truly the first genius in the history of the church."

With a sincere praise, Meera quickly looked away.

"However, it seems that I have to speed up the progress when I go back. Even the church has become nervous, which means that the destined day will come sooner than we thought."

Teacher Meera gathered her thoughts and raised her head to stare into nothingness.

Through the film-like barrier of the world, peeking into the scene outside the world, Teacher Meira's little face gradually became serious.

"Is it... almost over?"

…

…

world outside.

It is like an apocalypse. Just a glimpse of it will lead mortals to a magnificent scene of madness, covering everything within sight.

The endless red sea and the endless black tide collided in a terrifying manner that almost destroyed everything. Just the aftermath caused the void to stir and twist.

This is not a small fight within the world barrier, in the form of projection, with hands tied.

Instead, he uses his complete divine body and supreme divine status to control the real authority. In this place without any restraint, he bursts out with world-destroying power... a divine battle!

Evil God·King of Blight.

VS.

Evil God·Silent Moon!

At infinite height, that huge and ferocious pupil rose like a brilliant sun, exuding a terrifying sense of destruction. Countless skinny palms swung around the giant pupil, forming a majestic corona. .

The red flames scattered, and the phantom of thousands of miles of red earth, wrapped in the power of world destruction, suddenly suppressed it!

The moonlight is cold.

The silence is deep.

On the flawless moon wheel, countless scarlets spread, covering the entire blue moon with a layer of strange blood.

The black tide surges, setting off huge waves like the sea, facing the red earth that burns all things with equal force!

boom--

Conflict of authority.

The void wavered.

No sound came, because the land of nothingness was originally silent, but at this moment, many top powerhouses within the world barrier all raised their heads at the same time.

Although most people can't really see this scene with their naked eyes, everyone who steps into the coronation can clearly perceive this fierce collision that is beyond ordinary people's cognition.

And the mere perception caused damage to the souls of many strong men who thought they were extraordinary, and their blood was agitated. They quickly withdrew their perception in embarrassment, not daring to peep easily anymore.

Therefore, in the place closest to the barrier of the world, there were only one crow, one pigeon, one mouse, an old man, and a white-haired lolita.

"it's over."

Hezikaya suddenly sighed.

Countless holy lights were brewing in his vicissitudes of life, which cut off the scorching heat and light, so he could see clearly.

Kuroshio and Akatsuchi were indeed evenly matched at the beginning.

However, the Silent Moon obviously lacked stamina. Under the full force of the King of Blight, the blue moonlight and the boundless black tide quickly dissipated after just a few breaths.

What was revealed above the blue moon, after losing its cover... was a hideous wound like a rift valley.

"So, is it because the King of Blight rushed towards the Silent Moon so eagerly because he knew his weakness?"

Hezikaia figured everything out in an instant and sighed:

"But at this point, Silent Moon calculated over and over again. In order to prevent the King of Blight from succeeding, it consumed too much power. Even if it didn't have this weakness, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a match for the King of Blight.

In the end, what defeated this god...was it fear? "

"The evil god died of fear. What a textbook ironic ending."

"Next... Urlons."

"exist."

"let's start."

"yes."

…

Above the void, the King of Blight did not seem to expect that he could defeat Lan Yue so easily. A trace of humanized ecstasy appeared in his ferocious pupils.

The majestic corona swung wildly, and countless skinny palms penetrated directly into the void, enveloping the red flames that burned everything, and suddenly penetrated into the hideous wound.

Lan Yue roared angrily, but there was nothing she could do.

He and the King of Blight are gods of the same status, but this kind of evenly matched life and death fight is like a dam across a river. As long as there is an ant nest, it will collapse thousands of miles.

Not to mention, the power He exerted during this period could not be described as an anthill.

Several projections, countless blood meals, and all the sacrifices of evil believers were all consumed in the previous plan, but nothing was gained. In fact, something important was lost.

In this case, how can He fight against the King of Blight who has been recharging his energy for this divine battle and has not even paid attention to the prayers of believers during this period?

As mentioned before, the outcome of this divine battle was determined a long time ago!

Therefore, at this moment, the endless red earth shadows descended, dispersing all the blue light, and the world-destroying fire poured into the moon like lava, sweeping and devouring everything along the ferocious huge wound.

boom--

The Silent Moon suddenly trembled, accompanied by a cry that was still silent but made the whole world feel sad. The blue moon was no longer perfect, but like a broken mirror, with streaks of despair emerging. of cracks.

Divine body, broken.

And since those countless broken moon stones, at the core, the King of Blight finally saw what he had been looking for for a long time.

Its shape cannot be seen, its meaning cannot be known, it is endlessly brilliant, and all the words in the world cannot describe its magnificence...

——The core of authority.

…

While the King of Blight was focusing on the core of his authority, in an inconspicuous corner of the void, a golden door suddenly took shape.

Hezikaya walked out of the door and looked up, with a flash of enthusiasm in her eyes.

At this time, how can I let you, the King of Blight, have it all to myself?

In the distance, a crow flew by and dropped a few bird feathers.

The white dove flapped its wings and took away a piece of cold moonlight.

Mangy rats are sneaky and wander around the very edges.

And Hezikaya held the scepter tightly and waved it lightly.

As the golden light fell, it seemed as if countless doors overlapped instantly, and the broken part of the divine body in the infinite distance actually appeared directly in front of him.

There is still a palpitating sense of death on the fragments of the divine body. That kind of terrifying pollution can turn a crowned person into a puppet of the moon in just an instant.

But unfortunately, the moon is dying.

Hezikaya rolled up her sleeves, and the holy light fell, sealing the meaning of death in it. With a grasp of her five fingers, the fragments of the divine body flew towards him automatically.