Cut across? !
He froze for a moment, then his face was filled with astonishment and anger.
You lied to God!
How could such a sword be just a horizontal cut!
However, he couldn't say any more words. His body that "comes down" has been completely broken at this moment, and it is no longer enough to support him to continue to exist.
However, before returning, He stared at Avent with both eyes.
I will be back!
You wait for me!
He conveyed such a message with his eyes.
Not a threat.
Rather, He would actually do it.
Avant, who was wearing a mask, responded calmly with his eyes.
Snapped!
Amid the sound of the porcelain shattering, the bodies of the pope's closest ministers were completely shattered. There was no blood scattered, but crystal-like powder scattered all over the floor.
The holy white disappeared immediately.
A little bit of scarlet returned to the bones on the ground again.
Only a little distorted breath began to slowly rise into the air.
Avent 'looked' at this twist, and took another breath slowly, very slowly, just like before.
Then…
The long sword was unsheathed immediately!
Clang!
The sword light flashed.
The long sword returns to its sheath.
The distorted breath immediately dissipated.
He threatened him.
How could he let the other party leave easily.
"mortal!"
"How dare you kill God!"
"Do you know what you did?"
In the scattered breath, the voice echoed in Avant's mind like thunder, and at the same time, a huge figure that towered above the sky began to appear in Avant's mind.
He looked down at Avant.
"Originally, you still had a chance to live."
"but now?"
"You are really killing yourself!"
Saying that, the giant stretched out his hand and grabbed Avent.
The palm covered the sky and the sun in Avant's field of vision, and an aura of destruction rushed towards his face.
"Do you really think you can kill a god?"
"We have long been an existence that you do not understand."
"In our eyes...you are not as good as ants."
boom!
With such a sentence, the giant's palm pressed down hard.
The earth trembled, and it could even be said that the sky fell apart.
Avant disappeared.
Giants can confirm.
Therefore, He became more and more disdainful.
"Although I lost a little bit, it's good to get such a powerful body. It's much stronger than the previous 'container'. The next step is to collect more sacrifices..."
The giant muttered to himself.
However, His voice soon stopped abruptly.
Because, a sharp breath condensed in front of him.
The next moment, Avent appeared.
Avent, who didn't wear the night owl mask, looked enlightened.
"This is your strength?"
"interesting."
As he said this, he raised his right hand, the middle finger and index finger were straight, the ring finger and the little finger were turned inward, and after pressing the thumb on the first knuckle of the ring finger, he stabbed straight out.
Can't see anything special.
The Giants didn't feel threatened either.
Then, the giant shattered again.
Just like the previous horizontal cut.
This time it's—
"Straight stab?"
He asked in a daze.
"no."
Avant shook his head. Curiosity appeared on his face, waiting for Avant's answer, but Avant said calmly, "This is: sword finger. Straight stab."
The giant opened his eyes wide and looked at Avent angrily.
He thought it was an insult to him.
Subconsciously, he was about to growl.
but…
Snapped!
He is broken.
Different from the previous fragmentation, this fragmentation is that everything He entered here is fragmented.
"'god'?"
"How is it different from those whose eyes are blinded by greed?"
"more… "
"Unbearable."
With such words, Avent's consciousness returned to his body.
There was no joy, no excitement on his face behind the mask.
It seemed that beheading a god was commonplace for him.
In fact, it is.
He believes that his sword can kill ordinary people, and he also believes that his sword can kill gods.
Because, in Avent's view, that god is really similar to looking at ordinary people.
There is no difference except that it is stronger.
Moreover, the heart is even more twisted.
In his conscious space, he could clearly feel this, and in order to confirm, he took a hard blow from the opponent.
Such a blow is enough for Avant to understand what kind of existence the opponent is.
Greedy to twisted.
Irrational, seemingly sober, but actually... a lunatic.
Completely driven by instinct.
Such an existence is really quite terrifying.
Especially when they are in a pack.
Avant raised his head involuntarily and looked towards the sky.
There are more of these guys out there.
Is he going to kill these guys
Otherwise, being stared at by these guys always feels uncomfortable.
That's all for him.
What if these guys set their sights on Est
What if Esther married that Ms. Jennifer, gave birth to eleven or two children, and was also targeted
What if they shamelessly destroy the peace of 'Si Zhuo'
no!
I can't afford such a loss!
I am not afraid of revenge, but my relatives are not!
They are too weak!
so…
They must be exterminated!
Otherwise, I will have trouble sleeping and eating!
Thinking of this, Avant's face behind the mask became serious, his eyes became sharper, and a sword intent shot up into the sky.
The sword intent didn't collapse, but condensed endlessly!
Under the moonlight, this sword intent pierced straight into the sky like a real sword.
Ah, ah!
The screams echoed in the sky.
But in the ears of ordinary people, it is the sound of rumbling thunder.
Several indescribable phantoms quickly disappeared into the sky.
Avent frowned.
His strike worked, but not as expected because...someone blocked it.
Avent turned his head to look at the woods beside him.
An old man with a hunched body and gray hair appeared in a white robe. The pace of the opponent was very slow, which was far slower than the youth he appeared to be.
Cough, cough.
After walking a few steps, the opponent could no longer suppress it. After coughing for a while, spots of scarlet appeared on the opponent's chest.
Then, with a plop, the opponent fell to the ground.
But even with this appearance, the other party still looked at the sky devoutly.
"Do not be disrespectful to 'God'."
"Everything we have is given by 'God'."
"We should be grateful."
As he said that, the other party bowed respectfully towards the night sky.
"Hawthorne!"
Avent's voice became cold.
Hawthorne, Pope of the 'Temple'.
Regarding the evaluation of the pope, various forces are quite high.
Because most people agree that the other party has retained the 'Holy Temple', allowing the fact that the 'Holy Temple' can continue.
Even, in some respects, without Hawthorne, there would be no "temple" in the new century.
And Avant has an extraordinary understanding of Hawthorn in front of him.
He would not believe that Hawthorne was a man of true faith.
Even with…
Nor will it be God.
And the reason for this attitude
The other party is nothing but a disguise based on the trend.
The opponent took his sword.
The body is already on the verge of breaking.
As for why the other party did this
Avant looked at the calm night sky again, and the sneer on his lips became colder and colder.
"The way you look really makes me sick."
Avent said lightly.
"Just like that makes you sick?"
"You haven't seen the appearance that really makes you sick."
"Evant, do you want to meet?"
Hawthorne asked with a smile.
"No."
Avent shook his head simply.
"Look, you always reject me like this."
"It used to be."
"It is."
"It's just... I hope you don't regret it in the future."
The contemporary pope of the 'temple' just sat on the ground and looked at Avent, with a smile on his old face, as if he was talking with a friend, with a relaxed and earnest tone.
"future?"
"Are you sure you can see my future?"
"Are you sure that you, or the real you?"
Avent sarcastically.
"certainly!"
"I'm sure sure and sure!"
"Otherwise, why do you think I agreed to Lawrence's proposal?"
"He wants revenge on Edmond."
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Destroy Angcheng full of 'heresy'?"
"Hahaha!"
"Do not make jokes!"
"Ang City is a very good city I have seen, and it is also the city I have most yearned for, 'Heretical'?"
"Nonsense."
Hawthorne, the contemporary pope, just said that, enough words to subvert the 'temple'.
His laughter was full of ridicule, more of a sarcasm.
For more than ten seconds, Hawthorne was out of breath from laughing before the laughter stopped.
He touched the soil next to his legs, with a memory on his face.
"The one chose to live in seclusion here."
"The soil here attracted that one."
"But these soils are so ordinary in my hands."
"Why do you say?"
Hawthorne asked Avent.
Avent stared at the other party, and after a few seconds, he showed a slightly contemptuous expression.
"You'll never understand."
"When you send a part of yourself out there, you'll never understand."
"You just become them."
"Then, get twisted."
Avant stated the facts in a cold voice.
"There?"
"What's wrong?"
Hawthorne pointed to the night sky, and then raised his palm a little higher to show exactly that he was referring to a higher position.
Then, the contemporary pope continued.
"I was religious and thought God was omnipotent and omniscient."
"until… "
"That one appears!"
"He 'ended' the old century with one punch."
"He punched out the new century."
"When the mushroom cloud rose to the sky, I knew what I should do."
"He became my target!"
"But, my talent is so poor that I can't even see his back, so... I chose a method that suits me."
"You said that me, maybe it's not me, how could I make such a small mistake?"
"I've been prepared."
The contemporary Pope said, standing up.
He patted the dirt on his body slowly, and then clapped his hands.
Crack, crack.
Amid the crisp sound, a set of walnut furniture appeared.
They consist of three parts, a table, a high-back chair and an ornate office chair.
Hawthorne sat on the high-back chair and picked up the quill pen on the table with ease, and began to write something on the human skin-like paper.
"are you sure?"
A distorted sound came from the office chair.
Hawthorne smiled.
"certainly."
"Otherwise why would I rebuild the 'temple'?"
"Isn't it just for the transaction at this time?"
"Sacrifice everything in the 'temple' I created, which does not include 'me' in any sense - help me in that place is still me!"
Hawthorn said clearly.
"Transaction complete!"
The distorted sound fell.
The whole set of furniture disappeared.
Exhausted, Hawthorn simply fell to the ground again.
He looked up at Avant.
Then, lowered his voice.
Said in a volume that only two people could hear—
"How about we make a deal, too?"
"Well, according to what young people say nowadays, you need a..."
"Agent?"
Fat Dragon said shyly and shamelessly...
Today is the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and Feilong has neither bought New Year's goods nor cleaned the house.
My parents urged me several times, but Feilong couldn't take it anymore, so Feilong was going to buy new year's goods and clean the house today.
On purpose, Feilong woke up very early. Originally, Feilong thought that everything could be done in one morning, but until now, the house has only been half-swept, and the glass has not been wiped...
And Feilong was already exhausted, and he had to clean up in the afternoon, and he probably wouldn't be able to finish his work until dark.
Feilong couldn't take it anymore.
The writing has reached more than one million words. This is Feilong's first time asking for leave. Please approve it.
Fat Dragon is grateful!