"Deicide".
Bright red tattoos are eye-catching and dazzling!
"Slaying... God... Who..."
Yang Chen murmured, this word, and its meaning, Yang Chen would not naively think that they are just like some boring young people who love to brag, just to pretend to be a certain part of a woman.
Ron, who was good at observing, was so sophisticated, and quickly saw the uniform tattoos on the hands of these people, and their complexions suddenly became pale!
Killing God? ! What a big tone! !
A few years ago, when Yang Chen got the godhead from the last Pluto, he couldn't talk about killing the gods, just because he was strong enough to carry the godhead, and as if by chance, he got the godhead of the goddess who was seeking liberation.
The so-called "killing gods into gods" is more caused by the spread and exaggeration of the outside world, and Yang Chen himself has never really felt that he is killing gods.
In fact, in a sense, the gods who reach the level of the twelve main gods cannot be killed unless they give up reincarnation, pass on the godhead, or disperse their spiritual consciousness.
The reason why the main god is above the deceased protoss is not only that the law of space has reached an extremely high level, but also that his own spiritual power can completely preserve his godhead and consciousness for complete reincarnation.
The strength of the laws of space and the level of spiritual power also determine the length of time for the Lord God to awaken after reincarnation.
In front of these five white robe golden faces, but dared to use deicide as a unified tattoo, Yang Chen couldn't help wondering where they came from.
At this time, Nasri, who landed, grinned, "It's just right to come down, so as not to destroy our room."
After speaking, the bald-headed man rushed over again like a smoothbore shell, the traces of the dash brought a strong wind, and every step of his foot shook the ground.
The white robe in the middle suddenly stretched out his hand and clenched his fist!
"boom!"
Nasri was just one meter in front of the five men, and suddenly bounced away!
"Ohhh!!"
Nasri screamed in pain, and he never expected that there would be something like an air wall.
Because the reaction force was too large, a long mark was directly rolled on the ground, and a ravine was directly rolled up on the cement floor!
However, Nasri's body is still unscathed, but a pair of boots are eye-catchingly out of the bottom!
The surrounding mercenaries exclaimed, they couldn't see how the white-robed weird did it. Nasri just rushed forward and bounced back in the flash of lightning!
Yang Chen's pupils couldn't help but shrink, a space barrier!
Although this is only a very basic use of space, it is already the use of the law of space!
These people can use the law of space!
Even if the technique is not the same as the Protoss, the way of formation is more peculiar, but it is indeed the power of space!
However, these people can't feel the breath of any god race in the body, and they don't have a godhead. Who are they!
If ordinary humans can also use the laws of space, then the gods might really only have to abandon the "Covenant of the Gods" and unscrupulously unblock them in order to protect themselves!
Those white robes, the eyes exposed outside the mask, all looked towards Yang Chen, most of them with a bit of weird banter.
Nasri was beaten back twice in a row and didn't know what was going on. Although he was not injured, he felt that his face was lost and was very angry.
The long-haired white man with triangular eyes on the side grinned strangely: "Nasri, do you want to help? You seem to be struggling. You are ashamed of your first shot in front of Your Lord Pluto. How do you deal with General Sauron?"
"Fuck you, Dimon, I haven't tried hard yet!" Nasri exasperated.
Just as Nasri's momentum continued to rise and he wanted to be true to these guys, Yang Chen flashed silently, came to him, and patted Nasri on the shoulder.
Nasri's momentum suddenly fell, and he asked in confusion, "What's the matter, Lord Pluto, are you going to do it yourself? That's not good! What are they!"
Yang Chen smiled indifferently, "Forget it, I mean, since the game will start tomorrow, if the person is disqualified, it will not be worth the loss. Since they are also participating in the competition, they will meet each other sooner or later. Exposed the strength."
Nasri is right to think about it, killing opponents in the game is more sense of accomplishment, "But... Your Excellency, what about our room?"
Yang Chen turned around and beckoned to the hotel owner Hassan, and asked, "Hassan, your hotel, for now, how much does a VIP suite cost?"
Hassan wondered, but still replied: "It's about one hundred thousand euros."
Yang Chen nodded, suddenly jumped, came to the balcony of the VIP suite, and walked in on his own.
When the five white-robed weirdos saw this, they immediately jumped up and didn't bother to pay attention to Nasri downstairs.
But when everyone was wondering what Yang Chen was going to do, there were several fierce explosions from the VIP suite!
"Boom boom!"
The large crimson flames, like fire snakes spraying out from the balcony and windows, shocked everyone!
Those few white-robed weird people who were about to go in were also swallowed by the fire snake at that moment!
Downstairs, the Arab boss Hassan suddenly realized and exclaimed, but it was too late to stop!
Everyone felt the blazing high temperature, and Nasri and others also felt a little uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, Yang Chen actually blew up all three suites! !
On the balcony, when the flames dissipated, everyone was surprised to find that the five white-robed weird people were floating in the air unharmed. No one could see how they avoided the hot flames.
Yang Chen came out of the suite that had turned into a pile of scum. He didn't hurt these guys. He didn't feel surprised. What he used was just a little Nanming Lihuo, and he was blocked by them with a space barrier. It was normal.
"Okay, now the room is like this. If you want to live, I won't stop it," Yang Chen said.
"Hades, you are the performance of a coward, why, don't you dare to compete with us head-on?" The white robe in front chuckled in English without any accent.
Yang Chen smiled lightly: "If I do it, you will have to die, and it will drag down my contestants. Anyway, during this period, you will not leave Sicily, I am not in a hurry."
"Your tone is so big, it seems that you don't understand what the word on the back of our hand means."
"God-killing?" Yang Chen smiled evilly: "I originally thought that this Caesar meeting was to accompany my women to entertain me. Your appearance gave me some expectations. I am waiting for you."
After speaking, Yang Chen floated downstairs.
The five white robes didn't mean to catch up, and they were obviously not in a hurry.
After landing, Yang Chen said to Ron: "Give Hassan four hundred thousand euros and let's go."
"Your Lord Pluto! Forget it?" Nasri asked unwillingly.
"Idiot, do you want to disqualify? If you can't participate, the commission will be reduced, you want all the brothers to hate us five?" The long-haired Dimon gave him a white look.
Ron quickly signed a check to Hassan and came up and asked: "Your Excellency Pluto, since we can't live here, let's go to another Cassano hotel by the sea, where there is investment from our family. Although it is far away from the field, the conditions need not be bad here."
Fidero on the side was a little anxious, pulling his father's sleeve, "Father, it's a bit inconvenient."
Ron frowned. "Why?"
Federuo did not speak, but glanced at Cai Ning and Qiangwei, who had been quietly watching the situation, with a little worried in his eyes.
Ron suddenly remembered something and thought about it carefully.
Qiangwei and Cai Ning were curious about the weird people in white robes, but didn't pay attention to the weird expressions of Ron and his son.
Yang Chen patted Fidero on the shoulder with understanding, and smiled deeply: "Don't think too much, my woman is not ordinary, nothing can happen."
Ron and his son nodded slightly embarrassingly, and asked Yang Chen and others to get on the bus. Nasri and the five contestants naturally followed along.
When the crowd outside the Federico Hotel dispersed, the five white-robed men stood on the top floor of the hotel, watching Yang Chen's convoy leave.
"Arius, just let him go like this, he doesn't seem to pose any threat to us," a white robe who was by the side asked.
The white robe in the middle sneered, "A main god who has become a monk halfway, naturally has nothing to do... Don't worry, the show has just begun. When they are all there, it will be solved at once, wouldn't it be more enjoyable?"