The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

The screams and howls of the people didn't even have time to ring out in the future.

Nobody, realized what happened.

In an instant.

Everything was crushed and destroyed.

Su Shu was stunned.

With the support of Dante and Virgil who were equally dazed, he turned his gaze away.

from distant shorelines.

A berserk trace that almost crushed everything stretched tens of thousands of meters on the ground, directly and precisely penetrating the Spartan palace.

Rough tides lined the sea level.

The figure is as tall as a mountain, covered with countless human skulls, and the back is filled with all kinds of war weapons. After putting down the arm that threw the spear, the figure began to dissipate inch by inch.

The fissure of hell began to open.

The city-state of Sparta exploded and burned everywhere.

The screams of the people and the roars of the soldiers resounded everywhere.

In the scorching, familiar air.

Su Shu stared blankly, lowering his eyes.

Looking towards, in front of him.

before the impact.

Standing in front of him was Virgil.

The silver-haired boy was covered in blood.

The bones that had been run over by the berserk shock wave made his limbs look like twisted rags.

"Brother, are you alright?"

In this way, smiling and speaking hoarsely.

The young Virgil's body went limp and collapsed.

"Virgil!"

Dante rushed forward and hugged Virgil's body.

Su Shu remained blankly silent.

Anxious, nerves can not understand the situation in the mind.

There was a sound of horseshoes.

Hey.

clatter.clatter.clatter--

In the scattered smoke and dust.

Out came two pure white handsome horses that were tall and held their heads high.

A strange man covered in blood-colored armor, and a woman with orange hair and a halo of light floating behind her head.

Riding on a horse, stop and stagnate.

"You guys are so lucky"

He lowered his bloody eyes.

The strange man covered in blood-colored armor sighed with emotion.

"It's all, it didn't die."

heard this language.

The orange-haired woman could not help showing a subtle curve at the corner of her mouth.

"Perhaps this is "fate"? "

The scarlet armored man raised his hand.

In an instant.

The silver-haired youth on the ground had a body like a rag.

Under Dante's blank gaze, he broke free from his embrace, was absorbed by the armor man's palm, and held it in his hand.

""The most powerful of the Spartan brothers will destroy Olympus."

Wearing a crown woven of olive branches, the orange-haired woman with circular lines rippling in her pupils was riding a horse, her amber eyes lowered slightly.

"This is the prophecy Zeus got from the three sisters of destiny."

"so"

The burly figure covered in red armor made a hoarse and vague, but somewhat joking voice from under the helmet.

He slowly lifted the silver-haired boy in his hand, whose strong figure had begun to take shape.

"—Is this the kid? Heh, destroy Olympus?"

"It should be him."

The orange-haired woman was holding the reins of the steed, with a smile that was not a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"I can feel oh feel the amazing power in his body

"That is a rage that will tear apart the world and hell."

The armored man shook his head disdainfully.

"So, did you kill him directly?"

"Take it back, hehe, such an interesting little guy, don't waste it."

Listen to the casual, life-or-death conversation between the two.

The young Dante slowly raised his gaze.

His expression was twitching and ferocious.

"who are you?"

No one cares about him.

The blood-red armored man and the orange-haired woman, holding Virgil's dilapidated body, turned the horse's head.

"Give it back, Virgil, to me—!!!"

Bang!

Young Dante rushed forward with a roar.

However, he was waved by the red armored man, knocked over suddenly, and fell to the ground. The eye socket of his right eye was dripping with blood.

"Wow"

His whole body was in severe pain like a broken bone.

Dante vomited a pool of blood, mixed with what looked like guts.

The black-haired boy silently looked at the two on the horse.

The dear brother who loves more than blood.

One was taken away.

One person was knocked down.

despite this.

Su Shu still stood there.

His voice was trembling like hell——

"Athena"

"Oh?"

It seemed to hear the hoarse voice of the black-haired boy.

The orange-haired beauty with an olive branch turned her amber eyes slightly.

"Did you recognize me?

"Obviously, this appearance has never been seen before.

"Kratos"?

"You're really, really interesting."

anger.

Anger spread in his chest.

The scattered smoke and dust were swept and pushed away by some invisible thing.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to be shaking.

The gravel on the ground trembled like a bumped grain.

"O wrath of the Spartans

"Really, a useful talent.

"But, such blood.

"But it is something given to you by our God."

Say so.

The corner of the orange-haired woman's mouth showed a happy arc.

"Do you still want to use it to resist us?

"Courage, little one."

"It's better to kill it,"

The armored man said irritably,

"Athena, he recognized you"

"No, keep it."

Athena said with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I saw such an interesting little guy.

"If you survive, it's your luck, Kratos."

Indifferently, she withdrew her gaze.

"Go back quickly, You Xing's leading soldiers are about to condense into shape again.

"Leave them here to fend for themselves."

The tall and handsome white horse turned its head.

Hey.

Da da da--

Carrying young Virgil.

Their figures slowly dissipated into the smoke and dust.

Screams.

roar.

The fissures of hell continued to open in the city of Sparta with an unprecedented scale. Without any preparation, the people celebrating the banquet were crushed and slaughtered, and there was bloody tragedy everywhere.

Su Shu raised his head and looked at the bright moon above the sky.