They all call me the Outer God

The confused student was, of course, referring to Riya.

However, Ria is not confused now.

He was wide awake.

He soberly watched those centipede-like creatures penetrate deep into his body from nothingness, and then turned into threads to manipulate them, using his power to corrode his thinking.

He just couldn't control his body at the moment. The pollution from the disaster star had completely eroded the weak body, trapped Riya's consciousness in it, and even kept trying to engulf it completely.

The centipedes and silk threads that Riya saw when she chanted the prayer of the Rising Sun were all products of the disaster star Gherros. He may have targeted her earlier than she expected. For example, Riya now I can still hear the whispers from the outer gods in my mind.

He couldn't understand it, but he could vaguely feel the evil thoughts in the other person's words. They were definitely not good words anyway, and hearing them too much would make Ria have the same evil thoughts in her heart, and she would become murderous and cruel.

[Kill ■■■■, all ■■ will die——]

"..."

[■■■■Death, there is no ■■ old ■■■ or new ■■, all ■■■ are ■■ dead! 】

"Your thoughts seem a bit too extreme. Don't you really want to consider seeing a psychiatrist for yourself?"

【You■go and kill■all■■, Athos】

"You seem to have recognized the wrong person. I am not Him."

Ria became more and more irritable, subconsciously, and his external behavior became more and more arrogant. Dark mist condensed around him to form a cloak-like clothing, and the eyes on his face were blocked. A golden eye pattern completely covered him. The original eyes are replaced.

"Sval, are you okay?"

Riya tried to call out to Shivar, but no sound came from it.

A scythe slowly appeared in the hand of the figure outside. Now his black energy was overflowing, and he looked more like the god of death who came to cut the soul than anyone else.

Permander's figure reappeared in front of him, and "himself" waved the scythe at him with joy, cutting off the opponent's neck, hands, feet, and underdeveloped wings, and patiently waiting for them to regenerate.

"You seem to be in pain."

The black shadow slowly floated into the air, lowering his head and looking down at his enemy with pity. But in less than a second, he raised the sickle in his hand again: "But it's not enough. The price you have to pay is much higher than this." ”

"Stab-"

Like the sound of time and space being cut, the blade light, which was so dark that no trace of light could be seen, fell quickly. Permander turned around to dodge the attack, and then saw a soundless line of several hundred feet long on the ground. The depth of the crack is unmeasurable.

Wriggling tentacles emerged from it like insects, and the condition of the black shadow above did not look promising. Tentacles appeared at the bottom of his cloak, and then there were signs of wriggling on the surface of his clothes.

He was no longer a human being. He was like a monster wrapped and sealed by a twisted shield. At this time, the monster was eager to break away from the restraints and reveal his true mythical posture to the world.

The pollution he emits is extracting the most essential desires of living creatures within thousands of miles. The weaker the desires of the world, the more greedy and insatiable this master will become.

This is famine.

"He has completely lost his mind."

Permande found that the creatures in front of him were using life-threatening tactics, and this was not his most fundamental strength. The longer the delay, the more terrifying the aura coming from the black shadow became.

It's not a good time to be obsessed with fighting. If you continue to fight, you may really die.

It's still important to stay alive.

As soon as Permande had this idea, he turned around and planned to leave, but another figure directly blocked his retreat.

Evander looked at him lightly with a cigarette in his mouth, but the look in his eyes, which was neither serious nor serious, made Permand feel full of murderous intent.

"I remember that the child Liana was fine not long ago, but it turned out to be like this not long after he came to your place."

"Do you want to die?"

With a simple question, without elaborating too much, or even asking "Did you do it?", the mentor decided Permand's fate like a judge in a court of law.

Permande felt the pressure from the family members of the door. He didn't dare to breathe. The bone wings on his back trembled and made a "click, click, click" sound, and then sharply bent towards him.

He probably planned to kill himself and then run away. The disadvantage of high-level transcendental beings is that they never take their own lives seriously because they have enough backhand. They are like geckos who like to cut off their tails to escape if they are not careful.

This is especially true for Permande. Since he could give up everything to occupy Sofia's body before dying, now he can naturally give up this body to find a more perfect candidate.

It's just that it's probably hard to find another person with a body as suitable as Sofia's.

Permande was extremely unwilling. He was clearly one step away from becoming an angel. If he gave up everything, he would have to start all over again. But for the sake of longer-term interests, what does it mean to give up this small profit?

"Goodbye idiots!"

Permande was about to commit suicide, but when the sharp bone was less than an inch away from his head, he couldn't move no matter what.

"You seem to want to leave me very much. We have been together for so long...how can you bear it?"

Sofia's voice suddenly rang out from the body, and countless hands sprang out from the ground, climbing up layer by layer, grabbing Permande's torso and limbs.

"You can't get rid of me, Permande."

"Go to hell with me."

"Get out! Get out!" Permande roared hysterically, scratching his flesh and blood, and for a moment, his already horrible flesh and blood was scratched even more like an ant nest.

His tongue was scratched through, and his eyes were pierced.

He fell to the ground and rolled in pain, laughing and crying. Evander glanced at him again, then turned his eyes and walked directly in the direction of Leah.

The creature in front was undoubtedly very dangerous. The group of tentacles that gathered and could not disperse were crowded and squirming in the miniature of the dark fog. The golden pupil pattern on the upper half of the head emitted a strong, strange and distorted light, as if it was a strange color like oil immersed in water.

It was completely unrecognizable as a person. If it weren't for the black fog, it was unknown what kind of appearance he would eventually reveal.

Rusty threads pierced his body from all directions, making this creature look more and more like a demon suspended in mid-air by thousands of chains.

"Do you remember who I am?"

Evander approached him, and the creature, sensing the new signs of life, also waved its tentacles at an extremely slow speed.

"Teacher...?"