After Marrying the Evil God

Chapter 43: godhead

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The answer to him was the merciless attack of the ice blade.

Pascal reacted quickly to avoid it, and the ice blade penetrated the back of the chair behind him, smashing the entire gold chair.

"Wow." Paskel applauded, "Not bad."

Snow is gentle and fragile, it melts at the touch, and when it turns into ice, it has a strong attack power.

Although in Paskel's eyes, it's just a trick.

Qi Baicha came here, originally just to investigate the situation, it is best to solve the matter together. With his strength, 99% of things can be done without fear.

It happens that we are now in the 1% situation.

When he stepped into this mansion, he received a message from the world god number 108. The other party reminded Pasker, the demon king in his plane, to break into his territory through the fissures of hell, and also intimately informed Pasker of his information and weaknesses.

To speak is to speak in vain.

Because it can't be beat.

This world is still very young in the Great Thousand World. It is a new dimension, and the age of the native gods cannot exceed the age of the world. The world where Pascal was located was born far earlier than this world, and the time interval between them was more than billions of years, and the other party was also born with the heaven and the earth.

Just as the source power of this world is the chaotic air, the source power of the world number 108 is light and darkness. The turbid air in this world can transform into a god, but the laws of the world numbered 108 are more cruel, stipulating that only one god can be born between light and dark. In the end, the light defeated the darkness, obtained the godhead, and became the world's highest god, Herman. Darkness was slightly inferior, failed to obtain divine status, was suppressed by hell, and became the demon king Paskel.

He was still a demigod, possessing near-divine power, and was only one godhead away from a real god.

Even Herman still needs to spend half his body of divine power to barely suppress Paskel, and he can't completely eliminate him. Even with his knees, he knows that Qi Baicha has no chance of winning against him.

Snow God's age is less than a fraction of Paskel's age, and he is no match for the Demon King by any means.

Herman is a god and cannot cross the world to capture Paskel back. Gods passing through the loopholes in time and space will only cause the collapse of two worlds, and apart from the main god, no god can shatter the void with bare hands.

Herman can only tell the gods here about his weakness. Pascal's body is darkness, and only light, or the more evil darkness, can restrain him.

- Neither of these sample worlds has it.

The sun god has already fallen asleep, and even if he is awake, his light is not enough to match Herman, let alone suppress Paskel. Cthulhu didn't sleep, but he couldn't be stronger than Paskel.

The reason is the same, the local gods are too young.

Not to mention the age gap, the Snow God Divine Grid does not have the attributes of light and darkness, so it is tantamount to courting death for Paskel.

But he has to stand up.

A powerful alien invader would be a devastating disaster for any world. God is obliged to protect it.

Except for the natural disappearance and the collapse of beliefs, the gods are generally immortal and immortal. Even if the gods are destroyed, the spirits still exist.

But there is another situation.

In the three thousand worlds, every god has a divine personality, which is stored in the eyebrows. The Godhead is the indispensable symbol of God, the source of God's strength, and the Achilles' heel of God.

When the Godhead is destroyed, God falls.

God-killing can really do it.

Otherwise, how could so many worlds be destroyed? Every day the world collapses and a new one is born. The gods of the apocalyptic world all perish and die in various ways, and they are not indestructible.

Even so-

He will also fight for the world to the last moment before it falls.

In the name of the Snow God.

He met the most powerful enemy ever.

Xuecha's eyes were cold, and countless ice blades formed in the palm of his hand, all of which attacked Paskel.

He is fortunate that the seal was lifted not long ago, and he has not yet sealed it back, so that he can restore his youth and maintain his peak strength.

Regardless of whether it is one ten thousandth of the power or heyday, it is not worth mentioning compared to this Demon King who has lived for countless years.

The place where the ice blade passed was a mess. The fire in the fireplace was frozen and extinguished, the chandelier on the ceiling fell to pieces, and the sofa and carpet were covered with ice slag. The ice turned into water and wet the floor.

He also carefully avoided the unconscious Liu Yanxin and Fang Ya'er.

Paskel always dodged without rushing or attacking, teasing like a cat playing a mouse.

"Such a beautiful little beauty, don't always fight and kill." Pascal smiled while dodging the ice blade, "Is this the only method?"

Before he finished speaking, a large pile of snow fell from the sky, drowning Paskel into a snowman.

Pascal: "… "

He quickly got out of the snowdrift and continued: "Want to play snowman with me? This proposal is quite..." Yes, before the word was uttered, a sharp ice blade hit the air and brushed it. Paschall's cheek, a bloodstain on his handsome face.

Paschall felt the blood on his face and couldn't smile.

The strength between them is hundreds of millions of years, and the other party can actually hurt his fur. The gods in this new world are really unexpectedly powerful. After hundreds of millions of years, the young god in front of him may be eligible to compete for the next main god.

He stared coldly at the boy: "It seems that you have to make me angry."

The talented young gods, since they meet, of course, they will be strangled in the cradle.

Why did he lose his status forever because of a thin line of difference, never become a true god, and was suppressed in the dark hell for hundreds of millions of years, yet this stinky little baby has an infinite bright future

The Demon King was mad with jealousy.

He swept over with a savage palm, and the rich black magic power containing a fatal blow swung towards the young god with its fangs and claws.

The boy built an ice wall as a shield, but after three seconds of support, the wall shattered. He was also shaken by the aftermath and fell heavily behind the thick curtain.

"Cough cough..." Xue Cha propped herself on the ground, her limbs were in severe pain, and blood smeared down the corners of her mouth.

His face was even paler, only his lips were stained red with blood.

pain.

Pain all over the body.

"Vulnerable." Paskel said leisurely through a layer of heavy curtains, "Grow up for hundreds of millions of years, and you may be able to make three moves with me. It's a pity that now... tsk, it's too weak. Does it feel bad to be interrupted?"

Xue Cha ignored him, lowered her snow-white eyelashes, her body trembled with pain, and her eyes were still as clear as ever.

Pascal approached him step by step: "Didn't you cry? I heard that the pain of breaking a bone is the same as the pain of pulling a feather. Isn't the god of ice and snow made of water? Why don't you cry?"

"The tears of God are not shed for the enemy."

"Isn't that also for your own life and death?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"For the common people."

"Ha." Paskel seemed to have heard a joke. "He's as sane as that guy Herman. He also said that, for the sake of the common people, he will suppress me in hell for hundreds of millions of years. Obviously at the same time. Birth, who is more noble than the other? I just lost to the eccentricity of the law! The law favors light, and the darkness will fall into hell forever."

"For the common people? I hate hearing such an answer the most."

Pascal opened the curtain and came in, with red eyes staring at him with malice, and black magic power condensed in his hands: "I'll give you a chance to say it again."

Xue Cha just sneered: "You don't have the heart to keep the world, how can you be a god?"

One shot down.

The boy spat out another mouthful of blood, splashed the curtains red, and his slender fingers were stained bright red.

A mortal being injured at this level would definitely die on the spot. He is a god, and if the divine personality is not destroyed, he will not die, but it does not mean that he will not suffer.

He is in pain.

"Aren't you crying yet?" Paskel wondered, "How can you make you cry? Destroy the world, destroy the people? But you probably won't be able to see it. You'll be one step ahead of them. Poor god of ice and snow. , you didn't protect the world you wanted to protect in the end, so why waste your efforts?"

"I was never disqualified until I died."

So worthy of the world, worthy of the heart.

The only one who is unwilling is Mr. Fu.

If he really wants to fall here today, the one he misses the most, the one he wants to see the most, and the one he is most reluctant to let go is still Mr. Fu.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang in the quiet room.

The screen of the mobile phone that fell not far away lit up, and the incoming call was "Mr. Fu".

Xuecha's eyes trembled, she stretched out her blood-stained fingers and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Chacha..."

Fu Mingye in the office didn't know that his beloved Cha Cha was lingering under the claws of the devil, meandering and mottled with blood, and answered his phone with the last strength.

Just hearing the familiar voice, Xue Cha's emotions surged instantly. The pain and grievance and the reluctance to be separated forever made him lose his calm all of a sudden, and his eyes quickly turned red.

He said with tears: "Sir, I hurt..."

Before he finished speaking, the mobile phone was kicked away by Paskel, kicked out of the curtain and hit the wall, which was directly scrapped.

Paskel looked at the tears on the boy's face in surprise: "Are you crying?"

"I don't even cry when I'm crushed to pieces. A phone call has so much magic power? Why?"

for love.

The Demon King can't understand.

"Do you care about the person on the other side?"

"You are not allowed to touch him!" The young man stared at him fiercely.

"It's not up to you." Paschall smiled. "I like to destroy what other people care about the most. Hiss—"

Xuecha transformed into an ice blade and stabbed his boots to the ground.

The ice quickly melted into water and disappeared. Paskel looked at the bleeding hole on the shoe upper, and said in a gloomy tone, "You really made me impatient."

"I don't have ice or snow in my attributes, and plundering your godhead will have no effect on me. It can only destroy your godhead." Pasker regretted, "It's a pity, if it's a godhead like darkness, I can still occupy it. I have it, and then I will become a god too…”

Pascal put his hand to Xuecha's forehead, ready to dig out his godhead.

Xuecha fainted in pain.

The middle of the boy's eyebrows gradually revealed a half diamond shape.

"Huh? Strange." Paskel was taken aback.

"Why do you only have half a godhead?"

Moreover, it is not like a godhead with ice and snow attributes...

Comatose gods cannot hear.

Pascal didn't intend to struggle with this issue, even if there was only half of it, he would take it out and destroy it.

Before he could continue to move, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Is there anyone?"

Who is so blind to come in at this time to die

Paschall walked out directly from behind the curtains.

Fu Mingye looked at the man with horns on his head and wings on his back, and asked without changing his face, "Have you seen a man? He's so tall and looks good, wearing a white shirt and jeans."

Pascal: "… didn't see it."

Who is this man? Who is he talking to? Did he not see my horns and wings

Today, Pascal only saw the real body of the Snow God in the youth body, and he really had no impression of the young Qi Baicha described by Fu Mingye.

Fu Mingye looked around the room.

The house was in a mess, with traces of fighting. Two women were comatose on the ground. There was also a non-human creature who ran over from an unknown plane. The whole body exuded the aura of "I am very powerful".

It looked like he couldn't beat it.

Cha Cha is not here.

"It's alright, sorry to bother you." Fu Mingye was about to turn around and go out.

The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie. If he can't beat him, he will run away immediately. It is never his responsibility to save people. The evil god has always been unwilling to get involved in trouble, and now he just wants to find Chacha.

Pascal: "?"

When he came here, did he come and go as he wanted

However, before he could say "stop", Fu Mingye stopped first.

He saw the phone that fell in the corner, and the phone case was a custom made for him and Chacha.

Fu Mingye instantly lowered his gaze.

He turned around again and said, "I have something to do."