Gods only need one thought to kill mortals.

There is no need for so-called "skills", nor does it mean that people call "God's punishment". If the gods really want to kill people, they just need to "think".

The God of Literature can easily split human beings into countless words in one thought and destroy them. The God of Death only needs to wave his sickle to directly send death to others. The God of Booming can destroy life with one look, and the God of Life can only raise his hand to reap any life.

However, these are all based on the gods in their own court and can completely control their own authority. Just as the god of literature leaves his own court, he cannot use the power of reality and fantasy all the time. Goddess of life, who do not have the gods in this world, needs to possess the Goblin who is an experimental subject to assassination of Zhou Li, which is funny and absurd.

Now, as the ancient god who controls the power of the new god, False not only does not use authority to completely crush Zhou Li, but even his original subordinates are strange. Now, in order to kill Zhou Li, he does not hesitate to leave the Gospels to give up the opportunity to become a new god, and he also projects his entity into the real world and kills the man who humiliates him in front of him.

It seems that the false that could not be killed appeared on his own initiative, which was a manifestation of his anger and shame. However, Zhou Li did not despise the false because of this. On the contrary, such falsehood made him feel even more difficult.

God gives above and below God.

Although the falsehood can be killed now, the question is, who can kill him?

"Trouble..."

Zhou Li looked at the terrifying monster gradually condensed in front of him and sighed. At this time, Toreya and Lin Zi had been completely suppressed by the monster transformed into "black goats". They were gasping for breath, but they could not inhale any air. The sense of powerless suffocation gradually covered their chests, and the feeling of pain filled every inch of nerves.

"The wind is tight..."

After snapping his fingers, two void gates of different colors bloomed from behind the four people. Zhou Li first threw Toreya and Lin Zi into the purple void gate with one hand, then he took the black goat that was about to break out of the cocoon for the last time, smiled, and then took Eluma into the silver void gate.

“What’s the situation?”

In the void, Kaya, Linghai, Lin Ling, Don Quixote and Elli quickly surrounded. This morning, Zhou Li sent them to various trusted associations, among which the Alli brothers and sisters were sent to the Berserkers Union, Linghai and Lin Ling were in charge of the Neil Chamber of Commerce, Kaya, Linghai and Don Quixote were on standby in the void, ready to gather everyone together at any time.

In fact, Zhou Li had already prepared to collect all the weird things.

He had long expected that the weirdos would come again and were dispatched in full swing. But Zhou Li never told anyone about this phenomenon because he knew that the Gospels could monitor all human beings who were not in close contact with him. Once the Gospels learned that they could turn those seemingly useless "papers" to their own help, the Gospels would definitely take back the weirdos and not even send them out.

Therefore, in the first batch of grotesque confrontations with humans, the humans were at a disadvantage and were severely injured, to a certain extent, because Zhou Li did not have an early warning. But because of this, Zhou Li completed his plan and turned grotesque into his own help.

Linghai and Kaya acted as transport personnel in this plan. In fact, in just a few hours, Kaya and Kaya and Kaya had already traveled back and forth between reality and the void hundreds of times. If these two people had not owned the country of Kalis and the other had the void, they would have died long ago.

"As expected."

Zhou Li sighed, scratched his head and said innocently: "I didn't expect this literary god to be fake. I kept teasing him. Now it's anxious, tearing his face and showing his true form, and is about to kill me."

"Then are you still so calm?"

Lin Zi, who finally recovered, supported her knees and said unhappily: "Speak in advance, I was almost scared to death by that monster."

"I don't know what level of his eavesdropping ability is."

Zhou Li rubbed his eyebrows, and now he was a little anxious. He was not an omniscient and omnipotent god, and he did not expect that the God of Literature was so stupid and cute. He would be killed by someone when he went out to sea with a paper and a pen. At first, he really thought that it was the God of Literature, and he was not prepared to reveal that the black powder was false.

In fact, until the false appearance was revealed, Zhou Li didn't know that there was still this one. At that time, he was proud to reveal the hypocritical face of the God of Literature, waiting for the God of Literature to be angry and angry, and finally compromised. But he never expected that the God of Literature would be really anxious.

Why are you anxious when you say a few words?

This was what Zhou Li thought at that time. He didn't expect that the false god was so easy to break the defense. He caused him real harm in just a few words. When the false revealed his nature, he thought that Zhou Li had guessed his identity for a long time, so he was calm and expressionless.

In fact, Zhou Li had only one sentence at that time.

Who the hell are you?

What about my pure and good literature god?

However, Zhou Li did not mess up the general direction, and he still relied on various tactics to deal with the false god who showed his true face. Then, something even more unexpected happened to him.

The false god is even more fragile than he expected.

He's fucking broken again.

Really, Zhou Li has never been so tired, and he never expected that he could manage it for a long time. The false god who even the god of literature dared to plot against was ruined by his own words. He broke the defense to the extreme and turned the table over and stopped playing.

"Is there any other way?"

Facing everyone's inquiry, Zhou Li, who had been thinking about it, shook his head, and then nodded. Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Zhou left and said, "Yes, but I'm not sure."

"Tell me, blindly retreating can only fail, and you may succeed even if you fight."

Don Quixote, who was standing up beside him, stood up and said calmly: "As of now, twenty-three people have been killed and seventeen people have been injured in the Guardian Shield. There are still sixty-one people who have retained their combat power. They can be dispatched at any time."

"The City Defense Forces counted 9,800 people to retain their combat effectiveness."

In the void, a silver door opened, and Ista, who was wrapped in a bandage on his right arm, walked out of the door. He looked at Zhou Li and said firmly: "The Third, Fourth, and Fifth Legions retained 100% combat power, the First and Second Legions retained 25% combat power, and the Sixth and Seventh Legions retained a total of four people."

"The Templars' first, second and fourth teams retain a total of 50% of their combat power, about 1,000 people."

The purple door opened, and Christine, who had a hideous scar on her face, walked out of the purple door. He forced his eyes to open and said in a trembling voice: "The Third Squad, Destroy."

Zhou Li knew what this sentence meant, but he didn't answer, but walked to Christine and patted his shoulder, and nodded silently.

"Contact all other professional unions, and all the Jordanian people who can fight."

Zhou Li looked at everyone. He was not frivolous or playful at this time. He thought for a while, took out the medal of the Grand Consul from his top pocket, put it on his chest, and then tidied up his clothes.

"Tell them that the war has begun."

His eyes drooped slightly, but he could not hide the cold light. Zhou Li seemed to have made up some decision, and his hands hanging beside him tightly clamped, and blue veins bulged.

My war has begun.

The weirdness reappeared.

However, this time the weirdness is different from the two previous ones. The weirdness that appears for the first time is a monster projected on humans. They have a general appearance of humans and a human body, but they are cruel and bloodthirsty and like to kill.

The second weirdness appeared was that they did not have human bodies, but had different appearances like in mythological stories. Although they were also killing, their eyes were extremely empty and easily seen as being manipulated.

And the weirdness that happened this time was a real disaster.

They, no, have extremely strange appearances, and seem to be evil monsters created by the ancient gods' unintentional murmur. Their bodies are very distorted, as if they are spliced ​​together by flesh and blood that do not belong to the same creature, making people feel crazy at the moment of seeing them.

The interweaving of blood and flesh, exposed teeth of bones, and dislocated body of limbs.

This is the unconscious dream of those crazy ancient gods in the endless nightmare.

This time, a real weird disaster came to this city.

There is no words or communication. When humans meet with the weird, it is a tragic war. In this war, there is only one person, or a weirdo, who can stand up.

The Berserker shattered the weird body of the bone spur, and then shattered his legs by the aftermath of the weird self-destruction. In the last moment, he pierced the flying gunpowder blade hidden from his waist into the mouth of the tiger crocodile who rushed towards him, and died together in the dazzling light.

In a blink of an eye, a brilliant profession and two brilliant weirdos died. But this was just a small battlefield that could not be as small as it could be. In this city ignited by war and flesh, battles were being staged in every place.

The Templars, who were originally intended to control the border when the Dakota was closed, quickly entered the war. As evil nemesis, they kept shuttled through the city. Their white flags were stained with blood and kept flying over the dim city.

People stared at the flag, and when they saw the leading warrior roaring and repel dozens of weirdos, revealing their familiar cheeks, the excitement spread rapidly in the city. They knew that a Christine could not control the situation of the battle and could not directly kill all the weirdos that suddenly appeared. But they believed that Christine was the city's patron saint.

When the flesh and blood monsters, which were looking down at dozens of floors, climbed up from the ground, and casually tore the bodies of the two city defense forces, the surging floods caused huge waves behind it, wrapping the flesh and blood monsters tightly in the water prison. The next second, a silver light flashed, and a silver arrow that looked ordinary penetrated the core of the flesh and blood monster.

"left!"

A roar came out of Gerost's mouth. He threw out a huge cross blade, splitting the blood-colored worm that suddenly appeared at Ista in two. Then he held the sharp blade that returned from his return and slashed his fingers with his left hand. In a flash, the silver arrow burst out with dazzling light, and the terrifying flesh-and-blood monster turned into a pool of thick water and was melted into the water prison.

“Where is Ackerman?”

Retrieving the cross blade, Christine walked to Ista, threw a bottle of blue liquid to him, and asked, "Why are you the only one?"

"Ackerman's left leg was cut off and his right forearm was melted and he is now undergoing treatment."

In a short sentence, Ista said it expressionlessly. Gerost was stunned for a moment. On weekdays, Ista and Akman have always been two dragons and tigers on the battlefield, inseparable from each other, and their relationship can even entrust their lives to each other. Now, Akman has been so seriously injured, Ista cannot remain indifferent.

This war is more tragic than expected.

"Beetle monsters appeared on the streets of Corey, and their strength is expected to be brilliant."

A slightly anxious voice came out of the communicator, and then disappeared in a choking sound of chewing. Ista and Gerost looked at each other without any more words, and quickly led the city defense force toward the streets of Corey.

"How long will your plan take?"

In the void, looking at Zhou Li who was constantly flipping through the books in his hand, A Zi, who was in charge of external contact, said, "They can't hold on."

"Three minutes, drag for another three minutes."

Zhou Li, who was sweating all over his head and kept looking up every word, left a promise. But this seemingly useless promise made A Zi feel relieved.

Because before that, Zhou Li had never said a word.

"I see."

Close the book, Zhou Li closed his eyes. He felt the coldness on his wrist and murmured to himself: "I understand, why is it the Ourobosnake."

"So, the repetitive fate is not me..."

Just now, Zhou Li wanted to activate all the good-willed weirdness in the book and let them deal with monsters outside. He knew that there was a limit to the false god's original body now revealing his original body, and he still retained his fantasy and wanted to complete his plan to control the literary authority. Therefore, the false body's original body did not start killing, but used his final efforts to make his "freakness fight against civilians.

However, just when Zhou Li wanted to activate the Book of Gaia and release the kind-hearted weirdness, he was surprised to find that he had lost the ability to control the Book of Gaia. Those weirdos could not respond to him, and his power quickly disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.

Just when he felt a little powerless for the first time, Zhou Li suddenly thought of something. He began to keep flirting with Gaia's Book and the exclusive exclusive to the Brave, wanting to find out. Now, he found it.

The most critical thing is the winning blow.

“Eluma.”

Zhou Li, who was lying in the void with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke. He opened his eyes, and the black mist gradually faded away, leaving only pure black eyes that had not been seen for a long time.

"I am here."

Gently stroking Zhou Li's eyebrows, Eluma sat next to Zhou Li as always. She stared at Zhou Li who was entangled in black fog, bringing him the last awakening in madness.

“We can win.”

"Yes."
Chapter completed!