Chapter 308 It's almost done

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Haha. The outside god thinks.

Are there only dozens of anchors in the church? Don’t you save the Ammanda Mountains? Is Ruen, who is so big outside, now belongs to the Lord of the Storm? It seems that the real Creator has also talked to you, expressing his willingness to support you in the three ways of "Eternal Darkness"?

Now that I’m here, I can tell what your purpose is.

After the real creator got the advantage, he began to indulge in balance, showing kindness to the three gods to a certain extent, inspiring them to fight each other, but the struggles of these gods do not seem to include self-improvement. In addition to the god of death who is working hard to play the national game, and the real creator who does not intend to lie down and wait for death or use nuclear deterrence on himself, and is ready to take the initiative to accommodate the Chaos Sea and the original free fighting, it is simply a bit of surprise. The external gods have dispersed their thinking and are convinced that humans may have this instinct of intrigue.

The Declined King suddenly felt bored, and his expression quickly became indifferent, and he didn't want to continue to maintain the character setting of Edward Vaughn. Although this was irrelevant, it gave him a sense of boredom that He was also seriously involved in human intrigue games.

He doesn't like these little games.

Although this identity is very useful, He doesn't like laughing, does not like to play, does not like to say things that fit the image of "Edward Vaughn", and does not like all meaningless and time-consuming behaviors.

When these actions cannot bring power, they should be discarded for granted.

"Please praise your courage."

Since he wanted to show his responsibilities in front of the real Creator, the Decayed King was happy to give this angel king more respect. After waiting for a moment with limited virtue, when Arianna and all the figures in the tranquil church disappeared like an eraser, He stretched out his hand and gathered his power to make the characteristic of the sequence of demonic pathways that once belonged to him fall into his hands like a meteor, melting invisible like a snowflake falling into his palm.

Then, a sequence of the prisoner's pathways was also traction and was then integrated into the absorption.

This is the first time I have mastered the power of "God's Evil"... The curse is strengthened, the desire guides, the seals that affect others, the body and even extraordinary characteristics, the pain is shared, and the forced burden... The outer god probably became familiar with the skills and thought of another thing.

The agreement between the God of Death and himself seemed to have completely failed. Now, if the other party still wants to exchange for the "pale death" with him, he should consider fighting with the God of Bound, who was polluted by the mother tree of desire.

It doesn't matter, death has nothing to do with him anyway. He thinks that these are irrelevant and insignificant.

When the outer god began to think about choosing a good day to eat the bound God raw on the grounds of helping the real Creator stabilize the situation, a huge and vague figure appeared directly above the tranquil church.

The figure was wearing a layered but not complicated black dress, with countless stars dotted on it.

He is as huge as a god in the holy scripture. He has a pair of arms covered with dark black and short hairs growing between his ribs and waists, but has a beautiful and gentle face covered with a thin black veil.

His eyes seemed to condense the night sky with stars, which made people feel peaceful and uncontrollably fearful.

The demon did not turn around or look up. His eyes fell on the music box in his hand that was shaking and repeatedly praising the sun, thinking about whether he could let it say something else.

"Why come and praise me."

He said to this music box with certain activity: "The sun will set, will be dim, will be blocked by clouds, and will lose temperature due to cold, but decline is inevitable, sin is eternal, and decline is the end."

The music box trembled violently and closed with a click.

——At this moment, a song that seemed to be coming from the distant past sounded in His ears, like the singing of whales in the deep sea, which came into His mind at a specific frequency. It is not dangerous, and it will not cause the instinctive repulsion of the instinctive intuition. It symbolizes a peaceful sleep, everything that has life will dream, and dreams belong to all life. Sleepiness does not make people wary, it is like a leaf floating with the sea, wrapped in some weird bubbles that flashes with dreams, rolling up consciousness into eternal sleep.

"What kind of dream can you let me have? A beautiful dream of the destruction of the world?"

The declining king closed his eyes, and the bubbles of dreams exploded into colorful residue in His eyes. If this was not the case, He would have been happy to entrench asteroid in the gaps of wandering, and entered the dormant caused by interest in such a comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of his records intertwining each other and flashing into a bizarre "dream movie" in the corner of his thinking.

At this moment, the corners of His mouth rose slightly upwards with sarcasm:

"If you let me have such a dream, I'll let it come true."

The singing and dreams did not stop, and washed the reefs unremittingly like a tide. The erosion of darkness quietly replaced the ground projected by the abyss under his feet, covering the blood-soaked earth, and covered the demon's figure bit by bit.

Until the rising darkness swallowed up His hand, the decaying king glanced at his feet. The regional liberation of disasters was as vivid as the destruction in the darkness that came to Him, but now He is not afraid of this.

At the moment when the world before him completely sank into darkness, the demon's premonition of crisis finally sent out some limited alarms. The disaster tear up his body and spirit. Even if there is nothing, his flesh and blood still twitch and spasm, twisting and distorting in the surging darkness of nothingness, which stimulated some of the mythical creatures of the demon, as if they were about to scatter and split themselves. As for the spirit-spirit, there was no unnecessary feeling. The decayed king guessed that the disaster that acted on the spirit was probably "causing madness and losing control of the will", but because he himself was the old spirit, equivalent to the source will, he was originally divided into madness, and this move was useless.

He broke free from disaster and darkness, and several skin trauma-level damage on his body was automatically repaired. The external god stood still without caring, waiting for the next attack from the goddess of the night to arrive.

Anyway - before the other party dies, the real Creator will definitely take action to keep the other party and maintain that ridiculous balance. In fact, there is no need for me to waste time and spirituality with the night.

He was obviously very courageous and motivated when he was weak, but why did he become the strongest and become restrained?

As expected, what followed was still the familiar tricks of the dark path - requiem and disaster, erosion and hypnosis. The dream was only a bottomless black. It seemed that the other party was really worried about his words "let the dream become a reality."

"This is so cautious that I can't test my way."

The outer god said casually, then laughed out loud: "Oh, you don't have that ability now."

"Why don't the Lord of the Storm come to help? It's good for him now."

The declining king does not waste a minute and a second sow discord:

"Did He not trust you, worried that this is a bitter plan?"

The night gave him some small attacks, and He also gave him some unpainful reverences, and was too lazy to take serious action against an enemy who would not be killed. Combined with the facts, it was almost the complex relationship between nobles and in-laws between countries. During the war, most of the officers were relatives, and no one would really fight. They were all waiting for a heroic battle to be gloriously captured, and were still treated during the capture.

Oh, there may be less situations like this now, guns and cannons are blind, and there will be gaps in the protection of extraordinary people.

After resisting the opponent's attack again, He looked at the ground under his feet and suddenly felt a strange chill climbing upward along his spine. This feeling flashed away, and the demon's crisis intuition immediately analyzed the reason - the spiritual line was briefly affected!

A brief shock appeared on the face of the declining king. When his expression returned to calm, he raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

They were still in the Ammanda Mountains, but just a moment before He felt hostility from another direction, and that hostility and malice even posed a little limited threat to His spiritual thread!

The answer is about to come out:

"Half a fool? Antigonus?"

He looked into the distance and his tone changed slightly:

"Is there some shaking of the state of eternal sleep and secret just now? Are you exerting influence on Him and making Him hostile to me?"

The Decayed King almost laughed out loud, and he suddenly felt that his control over human facial expressions had not reached the point of perfection. What should humans feel at this time? Fear, timid, and retreat? But he felt that the corners of his mouth were out of control again, almost tearing his cheeks apart.

"...Are you threatening me?"

The declining king tried his best to ask calmly: "Don't use human language to fight me with a maneuver... Are you threatening me?"

The vague figure seemed to merge with the night sky.

"The God from the starry sky." said the goddess of night calmly, "What the earth wants is to protect itself in the end, and what I ask is only the continuation of my church and my own life. If you act freely on the lack of an anchor, then we weak and fragile gods will definitely not be able to resist. This is my answer."

The Decayed King pinched both sides of his cheeks, not allowing his smile to continue to expand.

After hearing this answer, He was silent for a moment in humanity, as if he was considering the language.

"Goddess of the Night, you made one mistake."

"I am willing to be intimidated by the true Creator because my cooperation with Him is what I need. He is willing to rack his brains to save this disgusting world, and I am willing to sell some favors to God in the future."

"There is indeed a fear of God's power, but it is still far from dying."

He said slowly.

"But you, my dear."

"You have no power to threaten me... You are like a toddler who is trying to threaten me with a gun. I will indeed be killed by a gun, but at this moment, your identity and your behavior are more unpleasant than death."

Because of his own strength, he will feel unhappy when threatened by the weak, or even exceed his vigilance against danger itself? Is this a common situation for the gods in the starry sky, or is it the unique character of this external god? The goddess of the night recalled what she said just now, feeling that she was polite enough and serious enough without any hostility or inappropriateness.

But now He heard a smile from the other party's answer, which was sneer and ridicule, but strangely, He did not feel hostility and murderous intent from this sentence at the first time, but the cold nickname made him feel creepy.

...The real Creator is still watching? Am I not doing enough? He couldn't help but think of this.

"Of course, my dear, I want to thank you too. Your behavior made me realize something."

"Just like you threaten me with Antigonus, who is sleeping in a mad manner, the extraordinary threatens other extraordinary people with seals, the rich and nobles threaten their kind with their identity and money, as long as you have external things to rely on - you will do these foolish things endlessly."

Are you afraid of the Lord of Mystery? - nonsense, otherwise why should you be careful of the backhand of Mystery?

There is no God who will not be tired of, hate, and fear the Lord of Mysteriousness!

The decaying king thought that his words when communicating with God in a neutral state were already very tactful, but he still couldn't help but describe the other party with the worst impression and rhetoric. Because He could always think of the most suitable pranks and even tortures. For example, God who was confident and arrogant towards his own strength, such as the Son of Chaos, who was deprived of everything sealed in the artifact and ordered by others for thousands of years, was simply the most unbearable thing for him!

It is not a good habit to gossip behind the scenes. The declining king still has some morals of interpersonal communication. Even the mother god who is clearly a compatriot who always wants to be a mother of all brothers and sisters has a mentality of understanding and tolerance, except for the mystery.

It is indeed fear. If you can, it is best not to exist.

but.

The premise of fear is to be intimidated by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun and God himself!

But if you are really scared away by a weak angel king holding a crazy half fool, you can be threatened by the Goddess of the Night today and the Lord of the Storm tomorrow. The gods on the earth on the acquired world will no longer care about the two paths of the Decay King. Anyway, even if they become the old days, they will still be pressed to the earth by the Heavenly Lord, right? The real creator of the acquired world can directly threaten him with the mysterious resurrection of the original resurrection!

Anyway, He dare not fight with the pillars, and he will die together anyway!

Since he can't beat Tianzun no matter what, and Tianzun will be scared to escape when he arrives, what else can I do to do?

What is He still here for? Waiting to be ridiculed by God outside and inside to the end of the universe? Or wait for death?

He was somewhat wary of the real Creator and helped each other, but if any weak person here dared to be arrogant with the so-called trump card of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", then he might as well stop living and go back to the starry sky to find a place to die!

"...I need to make you realize that your weakness is the original sin of all!"

The struggle, devouring and death of the gods is normal, just as natural as the natural choice in the natural world. This is the law of the operation of this world! Why do we have to use the so-called human trade-offs and cons and reason to judge the ecology in the natural environment?

Anyway, they will not be able to defeat the pillars in the end, so the gods should surrender directly! Since humans are about to die sooner or later, why are they still alive?

Why don’t you just die? Just stop living and not being born. Just go to die just by death! Go to die!

Since you will definitely return in the end "Eternal Darkness", then what are you doing now? Go and die!

At the moment when the atmosphere changed, endless sin emerged from His soul, and the blood rain turned into a curse flame, falling from the red sky, igniting all the snow-capped mountains and ground of the Ammanda Mountains.

The flame formed a ferocious face, and seven evil and dark starlight condensed on the head like a crown. Under the dispersed blue light, the curtain of flames that covered the sky and the sun looked down at the blurred girl like the sky collapsed, and the torn mouth was spewing burning breath.

"What I fear is the pillar, not you."
To be continued...