In the weird second dimension of killing gods

"As the Pope, you have to kneel before him and commit suicide..."

"Everyone here came here because they trusted in the 'justice' you spoke of, and believed that you came to fight for humanity and the Antichrist. Now they have died in the battle, but you have done nothing but kneel down like this, destroying the faith of hundreds of millions of people with your own hands."

"Are all of us going to die just to make you kneel at his feet?"

"how dare you?"

"It has come to this, you should at least die with some dignity!"

"Such clowns...are you worthy of them!?"

Matthew’s face suddenly changed: “Stop talking!”

Reggie became furious when he saw Matthew's appearance, and finally looked at Huoxia. This was the first time he looked directly at the young man he had been investigating for a long time.

He raised his head and looked directly at the giant.

Huo Xia asked, "What do you want?"

Reggie took out a pistol from his pocket and looked at Huo Xia with anger in his eyes, "Giant! Victor! God-killer! I challenge you. Ten thousand people in the Vatican cannot die because of a clown. At least they can die with dignity!"

Huo Xia pointed to the pit in the distance, "You're so eager to die, jump in! I promised my friends not to kill you."

"No!" Reggie denied, "I want to rebel against you! All the weak on earth have the right to resist the violence of the strong! This is the inalienable right of the weak!"

Huo Xia nodded slightly, realizing why this person could survive time and time again, because this person's soul was firm.

Such a person can destroy the body, but cannot defeat the soul.

Unless there is a special power to deal with souls, such as soul arrest or something.

Some people are destined to be killed but not defeated.

However, how difficult is it to conquer a person's soul?

"Do you think what I am doing now is the oppression of the weak by the strong?" Huo Xia asked.

Reggie asked back, "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Huo Xia pointed at everyone around him, "Are the people here weak? They are all psychics with powers that surpass many mortals. They can gather into an army and easily overthrow a country."

“Is such a person also considered a weakling?”

"Your current idea is just to differentiate between the strong and the weak."

"It's like dividing the middle between the upper and lower ones."

"You separated the most powerful psychic among psychics and mortals, that is, me, as a strong one, and separated the others and divided them into a different level."

Huo Xia said seriously: "I never bully the weak. Even if they point their fingers at me and scold me, I won't care. At most, I'll scold them back."

"I will only fight the strong, and they are the strong."

"Everything that happened here was nothing more than a civil war between the superiors. It was nothing more than a king destroying a country."

Reggie opened his mouth and could only ask stupidly, "You are the king? Where are your subjects?"

Huo Xia nodded: "I am the king!"

“I am the country!”

"Where I stand is the homeland!"

After a long while, Reggie was silent for a short while, and then he said helplessly: "I was disrespectful to you, and I was ignorant. I also offended you. Please kill me."

Huo Xia said, "I won't kill you."

"You've killed so many people, and I won't kill one more."

Reggie really couldn't muster up the energy. After what had happened, he really didn't want to be with these insects.

It’s come to this point.

He who used to claim to be noble, now dares not even draw his sword.

At least you should die with some dignity, right?

Reggie is now completely desperate.

"You are not allowed to die." Huo Xia smiled and said, "I need someone to spread everything that happened here and tell everyone what happened here. I need someone to sing the praises of my heroic deeds."

"I think you're a good fit."

"Be my subject!"

Huo Xia extended an invitation, "As my subject, go tell everyone how foolish the Pope is, how weak the nobles are, and how powerless the knights are!"

Reggie looked at Huo Xia deeply and said, "Your generosity is beyond my imagination, but I'm sorry that I can't accept it."

Huo Xia nodded, not surprised at all, and asked back: "Come to think of it, I haven't asked you who you are yet?"

"Reggie Wayne is a detective and part-time reporter." Reggie's face was calm, without much emotion, only some fatigue.

He was really tired after going through this round.

"Wayne...what a good last name." Huo Xia smiled inexplicably, and seemed to be very interested in this last name. "You should also be a detective, but most self-introductions seem to always introduce the title of knight or something, don't you have one?"

"I'm not a knight." Reggie shook his head.

It's the 21st century already, and these psychics are still doing the knight stuff.

Huo Xia laughed and said, "You have done so many things for this Pope, and you have also made a lot of news exposing the ugliness of the upper class, and saved so many people. Didn't anyone canonize you as a knight?"

Reggie said, "My family line only has one generation, and they are just low-class people."

Huo Xia nodded slightly, her eyes sharp, and suddenly spoke to Reggie in a firm voice.

"Kneel down."

Reggie was stunned at first, as if being pulled by an invisible force. His body slowly knelt down uncontrollably, with one knee touching the ground, and the sand and gravel rustling under his knee.

Spells, strange taboos!

He looked up in astonishment, only to see Huo Xia standing in front of him, like an ancient monarch, heroic and dashing.

The spiral sword held tightly in his hand shines with a cold light, speaking of authority and power.

Snapped!Snapped!

The spiral blade gently fell on Reggie's shoulders, as if a heavy responsibility was pressing on him.

"Card you a knight."

At this moment, Reggie felt as if he was on an ancient battlefield, surrounded by vast flames and glory.

Huoxia hit Reggie's face with his hand, which was a symbol and the final step in being knighted.

He has authority over all people on earth.

He is the king.

At this moment, all the psychics in the entire city of Rome had a clear feeling. They had felt the power of a overlord and the cruelty of a demon king. Now they felt the last characteristic of the godslayer.

————The King.

Every godslayer will have people following him. The place where they stand is the land, and the people they recognize are their subjects.

If they want to establish a country, the territory will appear in the next moment.

Establish righteousness and you will be king; establish trust and you will be hegemon.

If you follow propriety and righteousness, you can be the king of the world; if you keep your word, you can dominate the princes.

The kingly way can win people's hearts, and the hegemonic way can seize the land of other countries.

The godslayer has his own set of "etiquette and morality".

The godslayer has his own set of "laws".

As a king, he naturally has the power to confer knighthood.

But why him?

"Why, why?"

Reggie's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

He tried to understand the situation, but the complex emotions were like a tangled mess in his heart.

Huo Xia just glanced at him lightly, with a playful smile on her lips.

"I am not very interested in your beliefs and principles, but your determination and courage to sacrifice yourself for what you believe in are indeed admirable."

Huoxia has always admired those who stick to themselves and are not swayed by the outside world.

Moreover, did I go through all this trouble just to kill a few people?

He is here to destroy my heart!

From this day forward, everyone will remember the time when the pope knelt and the crusaders fell silent.

Those who kneel are despised by the godslayers.

Those who stand up are admired by the godslayer.

Those kneeling on the ground are numerous noble psychics, and those standing up are only one detective.

As long as Reggie lives, he is a reminder to all the psychics in Europe...

look!

You are so weak and hypocritical.

However, someone broke through the defense directly.

"Why!"

At this moment, from the distant ruins, the voice of Pope Matthew slowly came, accompanied by his angry question: "Why?!"

Huo Xia glanced at him lightly, with a hint of doubt in her tone.

"Why are you still here?"

Matthew's eyes almost spewed fire. "You are unwilling to debate with me, but you recognized him and even debated with him about 'bullying the weak'. Do you look down on me so much?"

His voice echoed over the ruins of the Vatican.

Huo Xia laughed softly, "There are many funny characters on the stage, and you are undoubtedly the funniest one among them."

"you!"

Matthew was so angry that his face turned blue and his heart was filled with rage.

Huo Xia's tone turned cold.

"Hurry up and kill yourself, don't waste my time!"

I was despised.

This person looks down on himself.

This is nothing. After all, he is a godslayer. Although he is an upstart in the magic world, he is also the king who dominates the world.

If you despise yourself, just despise yourself, right?

But why acknowledge that detective?

How is he better than me?

"You killed your mother's head!!"

Matthew’s anger almost set the open space on fire, and strange changes began to occur in his body.

The already aged skin on his face began to move, and dense hairs grew out of the skin.

Those hairs were as hard as steel needles and as wild as wolf hair. They grew at an astonishing speed, giving Matthew a sense of wild power.

Matthew's body was also undergoing tremendous changes.

His figure began to swell, and the papal crown on his body seemed out of place against the expanding flesh, and was eventually torn apart by his sturdy body.

In a moment, he turned into a giant werewolf twenty meters tall.