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Pure white hands crossed the two of us and grabbed the two children on the bed.

【289】Po Jun (End) (6K)

"The horse's magnetic field rotates 97 horses! Kingdom!"

The power of the extreme state, which in a certain world is equivalent to the tempering of the physical body, combined with the ability that is also at the top in this world, seals off the space within half of the delivery room.

Red thunder surged around Yang Wuqu, and a palm-sized spider jumped out of his arms and wrapped it in silk threads in just a moment.

The four legs and four arms tore open the cocoon, hugged the figure with pure white palms, and launched a hug.

The floor, whose durability has been infinitely improved by the power of the kingdom, did not even show any cracks under this blow.

However, the person who fell to the ground was Yang Wuqu.

"puff--"

Saliva mixed with blood spurted out, and purple-red blood mist fell from the air and landed on Yang Wuqu's faceplate.

Just like the four legs and four arms of the ancient saint being driven into the floor at a speed that exceeded the concept of speed, almost in an instant, the person who came had relieved most of his strength.

The dark short stick fell, inflicting a stab on Yang Wuqu to increase the damage.

Yang Pojun picked up his short stick and had no time to pay attention to his good brother who had just met with great misfortune. He looked at the figure in front of him warily.

The emperor wearing black and silver armor—that was his first thought when he saw him.

He seemed to be seriously injured - that was his second thought.

Golden, spiderweb-like cracks spread all over the emperor's body.

The gorgeous, thick but not clumsy full-body armor was cracked all the time, and the soft sound of broken metal echoed in my ears.

The emperor looked at the two children in his hands, each of whom had one leg in his hands.

One made a loud cry, and the other was motionless.

"Dead? The one alive is a girl?"

He seemed surprised.

Yang Pojun didn't know what he was surprised about. He only knew that if he allowed the other party to treat the two children so roughly, they would most likely not survive the sunrise.

The power of will can bring about an increase in [strength], which is the power to directly achieve the desired results regardless of physical fitness.

Even if his reaction is enhanced by the magic potion, it is still within the scope of human beings, and it is very difficult to sneak attack.

"Ahem... Po Jun, go on! Button it on your waist!"

He casually took the thing thrown by his elder brother behind him and clasped it in front of his waist. Before Yang Pojun had time to see what it was, he found that the emperor had thrown out a child.

"Candle Dragon!"

The force of time and space froze the child's body in mid-air, and Yang Pojun stood in front of him.

"Shout to me - Xiaoqiao Tiamat! The power of Melting Sinfall! Merge! Then turn the keys on both sides!"

"Huh? What a shameful voice code!"

"I told you to do it? Just do it quickly!"

"Screaming Tiamat——"

Blue-purple armor covered his whole body, and Yang Pojun, who gained the power of resistance, kicked the opponent with a flying kick.

so hard!And it’s so heavy!

This is how he feels.

He raised his pure white palm and made a gesture of holding hands.

Invisible hands clamped around his neck, and the game system-like mask was filled with red warning prompts.

"This mental energy... don't be too outrageous! The ultimate armor plus top-level armor summons people, how can such a guy come to trouble us? No, the target is those two children!"

Standing up with a swaying body, recovering his internal injuries between breaths, Yang Wuqu spoke with a heavy tone.

A silver-grey, tattered long sword appeared in the emperor's hand.

Having already seen the opponent's armor, which was almost in ruins, and had an astonishing defense that was inconsistent with its appearance, no one thought how fragile the opponent's sword would be.

Rather, a tattered sword is more intimidating than an intact sword in all aspects.

Will can bring [power], but the user's initial wish will lead to the tendency of power.

For example, Yang Lucun's defensive power is limited to the fact that he will not be killed by the counterattack of his own attack, and he will still be injured if he should be injured.

Yangpojun and Yangwuqu are both types that can "dispel" enemies for defense in a mysterious concept. If they are cut by such an enemy, they may get tetanus or the like.

It would be very painful for an adult to receive such a blow, and a newborn child would be dead if it happened like this.

Yang Pojun carefully protected his eldest nephew behind him, and cold sweat broke out from his back.

The emperor looked at the baby girl in his hand suspiciously, and then stabbed her with the long sword.

The crystal barrier blocked the attack, and the baby girl's eyes showed inhuman divinity.

The next moment, this divinity began to collapse.

With his clairvoyance, Yang Pojun saw a thread thinner than a hair pass through the barrier and sink into the baby girl's forehead.

"I thought that you might not be able to sit still at this last chance, so I used the Twin Flower Ceremony. I didn't expect that I really caught a big fish like you, An."

[You actually killed your own brother’s descendants, you heartless villain, you Cain. 】

It is impossible to distinguish between male and female, and a voice like a divine voice comes from the mouth of the baby girl, describing her identity.

[I am the original God, am...]

The silver-gray sword passed through the crystal armband and sank into the baby girl's eyebrows.

[It’s useless, this body has been adjusted by me to be the original person that can make me descend as a god. Its body has reached Eden. Without my permission, let alone death, even if it is injured... Puff——]

Purple-black energy surged on the sword, causing substantial damage.

"Eden..."

He didn't finish his words, but his relaxed posture and immediate slap in the face could only remind people of the other party's dismissive attitude.

[Are you going to let your niece die? 】

"Ah, please do that. Anyway, I originally planned to use those two to solve the problem of you who have established contact with me and Pojun Xingjun, who can no longer be hurt by me and Lucun. Don't say anything about whether it hurts or not, I don't care what Ming Ming thinks. As for Lucun, if you hold me to death, you'll beat me half to death. What I did back then was almost as outrageous as this, but didn't he still choose to forgive me and bring me back? So you think you are threatening me? who?"

Yang Wuqu looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

There are only one and a half people in this world who can cure him, and there is no non-human being who can cure him. And he is born to be rebellious, and he likes to stay out of the ordinary. Any threat will only become an aid to his counter-threat, which is the worst anyway. He was beaten half to death by Yang Lucun. Why can't Mr. Youxing recover from his injuries?Can my good second brother watch him become disabled for the rest of his life?

【you……】

The aura of life disappeared from the baby girl's eyes, and the so-called last words of God were still not conveyed.

"You die so quickly. I'm quite interested in whether you will pretend to imitate the mercy of the good god, the curse of the evil god, or the ruthless declaration of the so-called supreme god when you die."

Yang Wuqu, who smiled like this, immediately suffered retribution.

A punch that exceeded human limits hit him in the face, sending him flying against the wall. A dangerous aura spread around the blue-purple armor.

"Eldest nephew, save me!"

The pure white palm grasped the fist of the lingering element.

"...Who did you call your nephew just now?"

Yang Pojun asked in disbelief.

"Haha, this is really an interesting question."

The good brother showed an annoying smile.

It was because he was full of malice in his heart but looked like he was only thinking about everyone's good and his own happiness on his face that Yang Pojun couldn't like this eldest brother as much as he liked Yang Lucun.

"...If you don't do anything, then she...will still be born as a token of God?"

the emperor suddenly asked.

"I should have explained to you that my methods are essentially to weaken God as much as possible and trap Him there when this situation really happens. In the end, although this world is at the top It is consciousness, but the first thing to be born is the body. Things like the soul are not born until near the time of birth. The soul of the soul located within the soul, that is, the birth of consciousness, will probably not be completed until the baby is around one month old. .”

Amidst the black evil aura, the strong man in his white coat said impatiently.

"You don't even know this level of knowledge. If I hadn't seen your face and you knew a bunch of shit about me, I wouldn't have believed that you were my eldest nephew."

The emperor fell silent.

"……What exactly is going on?"

Yang Pojun looked at Yang Wuqu, and his bright red face lit up with a dangerous light.

"Probably he found me a few days ago. By showing his face and telling some of my secrets that few living people know, he hoped that I would answer a question for him. I agreed, but only if he asked me to give him my salary. Cun, lead me away. After all, well, now that we all know that he will have no brothers and sisters in the future, and Ming Ming has a pair of twins in his belly, in this world where the Jedi Tiantong will be settled in a few years, he is extremely eager to show himself. The gods have to find a way to deal with it. Lucun will probably not agree with some of my ideas, and you may not agree with it either. So I will strike first and take away your ability, and then let Lu Cun Cun leaves temporarily. He is the kind of person who has a superfluous sense of responsibility, but the bottom line will make him do things that violate his sense of responsibility. For example, it may be possible that although God possesses his daughter's body, he will not kill her. What are you raising..."

"Yangwu Qu!"

Angry roars resounded in the delivery room, and a silver-purple shield like a kite appeared in the hands of Yang Pojun.

"Guys like you - no longer deserve to be called human beings!"

"The scorpion explodes and chops!"

The two relatives who were connected by blood began to fight between them. The energy fluctuations were separated by the emperor's magnetic field and did not affect the woman lying weakly on the bed.

He glanced at the baby boy who was still fixed in mid-air. He looked wrinkled and ugly, but his body exuded amazing energy, and dazzling light like the sun began to shine all over his body.

But that kind of thing didn't matter to him. After all, what he saw was just the wrinkled fat boy.

With hesitant footsteps, he came to the woman's side and whispered: "Mom, did you hear everything?"

"...I don't have a son who would go back in time and kill his own sisters."

The emperor raised his hand hesitantly and put it down again.

"...I want to ask you a question."

"I don't want to answer, I don't even want to hear."

"This is what your future self said, and your past self will answer my questions."

Ignoring her words, the emperor continued.

"Love is wise, this is what you and dad have always taught me."

"So, is it wise to commit suicide out of love?"

Mingming did not open her eyes, but her lips moved: "Who is that person?"

"...you, and dad."

"Tell me how to commit suicide depending on the situation."

"Dad will die during a certain fire-fighting job in the future. I told him this when he was still alive, but he still participated in that job and died in front of my eyes. Even if I wanted to save him, He was still rejected by his last strength.”

"……what about me?"

"You... knew that you would die if you used something, but you still used it. I asked you why at that time... your answer was for love."

"Is that so..."

He looked at the woman's weak and pale face, waiting for her next words.

"Before I answer your question, let me ask you a few questions. So the first question is, what is your understanding of the three brothers from your father's generation?"

After a slight hesitation for half a second, the emperor answered her question.

"...My eldest father is very casual in doing things and often does things according to his temper. I have a good face and like to go against common sense..."

"Dad is very strict in everything he does and solves each problem according to his own style. If Dad causes trouble, if it is not urgent, he will give him a good lecture after handling the matter at hand. If the matter is urgent or big, he will push him down. Beating him in the basement..."

"Daddy..."

Mingming opened her eyes, looked at the cracked armor on his body, and listened quietly to the answer.

"I can hear that you understand these three idiots who try their best to fulfill their identities and fulfill their responsibilities, but still reveal some of their personalities. Or maybe you don't want to say bad things about them to me in front of them."

Speaking of this, she glanced at Yang Wuqu, who had broken his brother's helmet, and Yang Pojun, who had broken one of his brother's legs.

"The reason why the third brother likes me is because of my personality - or in other words, the inner tendency towards certain choices is the same as Yang Wuqu's, and the reason why Yang Wuqu hates me is also the same."

"One thing is that both of us are trying our best to avoid showing bad characters. I think if my words are not accidentally hidden for more than ten or twenty years, there will be no trouble - that is a revenge mentality that is close to self-destruction."