"This is a game that seems childish and simple, but is actually very thrilling..."
"Because this rule is too simple, and our extraordinary powers are still there, so there are almost no restrictions on playing... It should be fun, right?"
Aaron didn't reply.
However, he actually had the same idea as An Mixiu.
That is the simple and easy-to-understand game "tug of war". In fact, there is an easy-to-understand way to win.
Kill each other!
As long as you kill the opponent who wants to tug of war, the game will automatically be won!
"Aaron, how about admitting defeat? Well, this time will be no different from the previous situation. You didn't defeat me last time when you fought alone...right?"
An Mixiu was condescending, with a smile on his face, almost looking down at the man in front of him.
This is an increasingly boring guy.
An Mixiu has always thought so.
He once thought about taking this guy's fate into his hands, or instigating a relationship between him and Ganis, and finally letting the two kill each other.
However, under the leadership of the Savior, the people of Babel had too much cohesion.
I can no longer get in.
And this man was not confused at all and became boring.
Aaron looked at him calmly, realizing that the other person hadn't changed much.
He suddenly shook his head slightly:
"You don't understand, An Mixiu... I am no longer what I used to be. You used to be the son of God, aloof, but now I have some power that truly belongs to God... "
"You are no longer my opponent!"
Aaron turned on the Eyes of the Ability God without any hesitation!
There is a void silver pupil in the golden aperture, which is a unique and incredible pupil.
Even An Mixiu was stunned for a moment!
"How did you get this ability?"
Throughout his life, An Mixiu had rarely felt fear.
He never thought that he would be afraid of such a boring person.
An Mixiu, he is actually the "incarnation" of the Fate String Master, but unlike Bai Yan's unconscious incarnation, he is a split soul with two sides created through production.
All this time, the Fate String Master who gave birth to the "Son of God" An Mixiu has been hiding behind the scenes. Everything has nothing to do with him, and he exists in the rainbow as a neutral observer.
An Mixiu, on the other hand, affects the changes in the world time and time again, but mostly helps the Fate String Master.
All kinds of infamy, fear, and ridiculous remarks were all shouldered by An Mixiu.
He tried to resist his "mother" as his ontology, but in the end he found that it was of no avail.
Moreover, there is no possibility of An Mixiu becoming a god. After all, he can only exist as a part of the Fate String Master.
He was unscrupulous, willful, did many terrible things, and didn't care about his own life... No matter what happened, the Fate String Master would eventually come to help.
If she didn't take action and chose to abandon herself, An Mixiu would be able to get rid of the predicament of being manipulated.
Today, I might die here.
An Mixiu, who realized this, smiled.
"Come, Watchmen of Babel, let us get this game started!"
Not today
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Chapter 583: Crush!
Eyes of the Ability God.
It is the evolution of the Mysterious Eyes after they gained divine power. They are the most mysterious and powerful pupils in the multiverse.
Anyone who turns it on will gain extremely powerful energy control.
Down to the smallest detail.
This is a very powerful ability. People with subtle abilities can manipulate the same energy to do more things, and the utilization rate of energy is greatly improved.
Even if the power of a punch is the same, people who can finely control energy can also explode with stronger punching power!
Aaron's Eyes of the Ability God were shining.
Golden light!
The next moment, patches of black flames appeared around him. Although Aaron himself did not move, the endless black flames immediately surged towards the enemy.
They seemed to have become a part of him, moving at will.
"hahahahahahahaha!"
An Mixiu laughed wildly, and he became more and more aware of how powerful his enemy was. It seemed that he was only in the middle of Apocalypse, but in fact he had a sense of oppression close to that of a quasi-god.
That fire that burns all things is a crazy, twisted, terrifying force that can destroy everything!
Under Aaron's control, it is no longer the same as before.
The soldiers of the Tower of Babel should not be underestimated!
An Mixiu did not sit back and wait for death. Thousands of black witchcrafts attacked, creating a black ocean in an instant.
But they couldn't resist for too long before they were all burned by the fire that burned all things. No matter whether these black magics were tangible or not, only concepts, they were not spared.
Now Aaron has truly mastered the fire that burns all things, and can burn all things in a true sense!
This is the tyranny of the fire that burns all things!
Although the hit rate is worrisome, the speed is not fast enough, and the instantaneous lethality is actually not very strong.
But given enough time, the All-Invoking Fire could theoretically burn down anything, whether it actually existed or not at all.
Even the gods outside the world have a chance to be destroyed by the fire that burns all things!
Today's Aaron is actually the only person in the Tower of Babel besides Bai Yan who can theoretically pose a threat to the gods outside the world!
The confrontation between the two sides was extremely fierce. Gradually, Aaron gained the upper hand, even the absolute upper hand.
An Mixiu remained silent.
He knew very clearly that if he continued to fight, he would definitely not be able to come back.
But then the man laughed again.
"Hahaha, Aaron, you have become very strong!"
An unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
Today, he finally has to face death.
An Mixiu is not someone who seeks death.
He is just not afraid of death and has no scruples.
The meaning of an extraordinary person's life lies in the "special things" in life, and only by experiencing all kinds of "special things" can a long and long life have meaning.
An Mixiu was not satisfied with what fate had given him, and took the initiative to create "something special".
Live without any worries!
A wanton death!
Just when An Mixiu was about to be engulfed by black flames, the rope under his feet moved.
Black shadows crawled up on the ground, like arms or tentacles, squirming one after another, grabbing the rope and pulling in the direction of An Mixiu.
The desire for victory and defeat has long exceeded the desire for life and death.
If he goes all out to fight against the fire that burns all things, he may still have a chance of survival, but if he separates his strength in the tug of war, it means that he has completely chosen the path of death.
An Mixiu can die calmly, but he wants to win this game even more!
However, Aaron's eyes were full of infinite mystery, and his tone remained calm: "Don't think too much, An Mixiu, you will definitely be defeated here today!"
He already knew what An Mixiu was going to do.
In fact, from the very beginning, Aaron had already assigned himself the spell state of "predicting the future", which allowed him to predict almost all of An Mixiu's movements.
This scene was also in Aaron's prediction!
At this moment, the red mark on the rope is about to cross the line, and An Mixiu is already in sight of victory!
"It seems that I am still better... Aaron, you can get the second prize for now!" He laughed.
broken.
An Mixiu was stunned and found that the rope on his side was actually broken!
This rope evolved from the divine power of the god of games and gambling. Theoretically, it is impossible for non-gods to cut it.
However, the fire that burns all things has the highest damage judgment!
The rope was burned by black fire!
It was not pulled in front of An Mixiu!
A huge phoenix was bathed in black flames and flew out from Aaron's side with a shrill scream. It picked up the rope on the ground and pulled it toward itself.
An Mixiu immediately used his ability to stop it, but soon found that he was surrounded by fire that burned all things.
That's it for now.
He realizes this.
The black flames eroded his body, and the huge pain reflected in his heart. An Mixiu was not afraid of the pain, but he was unable to fight anymore.
The little guy that he once looked down upon at all has now grown into a being that can crush him.
An Mixiu smiled.
"The Tower of Babel is indeed interesting."
"Find a way to continue winning. I'm very optimistic about you... don't lose, just keep winning."
His path stopped here.
An Mexiu's body and soul collapsed.
Completely ceased to exist.
The game is also over.
The rope was pulled to Aaron's feet.
The third game is still...
Tower of Babel wins!
Three to zero!
As long as Babel still wins the next game, then there will be no need to play the fifth game, and Bai Yan will be able to win the final victory of this game!
“…”
The silent Aaron suddenly felt a hint of anger!
It comes from the anger of the Fate String Master.
However, the Fate String Master did not appear.
Theoretically, she should have a way to appear next to An Mixiu immediately, but in the end she gave up on An Mixiu and did not dare to come.
The immortal dragons here all have god-level powers, and even the Fate String Master is not sure of escaping unscathed.
Aaron understood why.
He somewhat despised this goddess.