The old fortune teller said, raising three fingers.
"When I count to three and there is no one standing on the left, I will assume that he wants to abolish the "God Covenant", and then I will abolish him."
"..."
The gods want to scold the mother, but what kind of democracy is this?
They keep talking about democracy, but in fact they are not democratic at all!
Domineering! ??
"three."
The old fortune teller spoke.
Swish.
The gods reacted very quickly, almost using their fastest speed, and all stood on the left.
No one has a head, stand still or on the right!
The old fortune teller is stepping on Carlyle, who dares to be stubborn?
Whose head has Carlyle’s head?
Carlyle's head was crunched by the steps, let alone theirs!
"Haha, did you make a choice so quickly?"
The old fortune teller smiled.
"Actually, you can think about it carefully. I'm counting down from three, and there are still two numbers left."
"No need, we all think that "God's Covenant" should exist."
The old man in medieval clothes said in a deep voice.
"The "Godly Covenant" limits divine wars, which is great for us... If divine wars broke out frequently, we might not even be alive today!"
"Yeah."
The ancient gods all agreed, and even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old fortune teller, saying thank you for making the "Godly Promise" come out.
Carlyle lay on the ground, tilting his head, staring at the gods, anger rising in his heart.
That’s not what you said before!
Everyone said that "God's Covenant" is a shame. They are gods, how can they be restricted!
As a result...it has become like this now?
But when he thought about his head being stepped on by the old fortune teller, his anger dissipated again.
Forget it, I can't blame them.
Situation is stronger than people, and those who understand current affairs are heroes.
If it were him, he probably wouldn't dare to stand to the right, right?
The old fortune teller was too scary.
"You finally realize my good intentions, very good."
The old fortune teller nodded with satisfaction.
Xiao Chen had a thought in his mind. The old fortune teller came up with the "God's Promise". He didn't really have such an idea, did he?
Before, the old fortune teller said that they would be used as cannon fodder.
Maybe, it’s also to retain the top power of the Mother Realm?
After all, the Western gods can also be regarded as people from the Mother Realm.
Once a war begins with Tianwaitian, the strong men of the Mother Realm will belong to the same camp, regardless of east or west.
"What about you? Do you feel it?"
The old fortune teller lowered his head and looked at Carlyle at his feet.
"..."
Carlyle was silent and made no sound.
He wanted to have some dignity.
Click.
The skull made a sound again.
"I feel it!"
Kai Lei's seven orifices were bleeding again, and he was so frightened that he spoke repeatedly.
dignity?
Dignity is bullshit!
If your life is gone, there is nothing!
"Then do you realize the difference between you and me?"
The old fortune teller asked again.
"I feel it."
Carlyle responded, he really realized that the gap between the two, not to mention the gap between ordinary people and gods, is probably about the same.
He felt that the old fortune teller still did not use all his combat power.
It's really easy to win against him.
"If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now, do you understand?"
The old fortune teller said slowly.
Listening to the old fortune teller's words, Carlyle's heart trembled.
He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that what the old fortune teller said was true.
The old fortune teller wanted to kill him, it was too easy.
"Are you convinced? If you are convinced, I will spare your life today."
The old fortune teller smiled slightly.
"If you don't accept it, I will crush your head and destroy you.
Your soul."
"..."
Carlyle was silent. Do you want to say ‘convinced’?
Once he said that, he completely lost his dignity.
From now on, I will no longer have the shame to call myself the ‘King of Gods’, let alone be qualified to command the gods.
"Why, do you need me to give you three times to think about it?"
The old fortune teller's smile faded...
"Carlyle, my patience is limited."
"I...is convinced."
Carlyle's heart trembled again and he lay weak on the ground.
He was convinced, even if he was not convinced in his heart, he had to be convinced with his mouth.
He is afraid of death.
It was hard for him to live till now, and he was finally able to surpass the highest level... He was really not willing to die like this.
Even if I say "I'm done" and lose too many things, at least... I can save my life.
"what about you?"
The old fortune teller smiled again and looked at the ancient gods again.
"Are you convinced?"
"Clothes!"
How could the ancient gods dare to dissatisfy and spoke one after another.
Even the God of Darkness nodded.
boom.
The old fortune teller lifted his foot from Carlyle's head and kicked him in the waist, sending him flying and smashing into a building.
Boom.
The building collapsed, burying Carlyle in rubble.
When the gods saw this scene, their hearts skipped a beat and they quickly bowed their heads.
"You have to learn more from me."
The old fortune teller looked at Xiao Chen and said seriously.
"I understand, I will work hard to become stronger."
Xiao Chen's blood is boiling and his strength is so awesome that he can do whatever he wants!
"No, you have to be like me and convince others with your virtue."
The old fortune teller said seriously.
"You see, they are all convinced now and know my good intentions."
"..."
Xiao Chen looked at the old fortune teller and was speechless.
Are you kidding me? Convince others with virtue?
Stepping on other people's heads and destroying them at every turn, is this to convince people with virtue?
Does it have anything to do with convincing people with virtue?
Wow.
The ruins collapsed, and Carlyle stood up from the ruins.
He was covered in dust, especially the blood on his head mixed with dust, which made him look particularly miserable.
He stood on the ruins and looked at the old fortune teller, but there was no movement.
He wanted to kill him, but he didn't dare.
But if I don't kill him, for a moment... I don't know what to do.
He regretted a little, why did he get up? If he had known this, he would lie down in the ruins.
It's really embarrassing to be stuck here.
"come over."
The old fortune teller turned his head and looked at Carlyle who was standing there.
Carlyle hesitated, you asked me to step forward, I will step forward? How shameless would I be?
But think about it again, does he still have face today?
Carlyle slowly stepped forward and came to the old fortune teller.
The old fortune teller pointed at Xiao Chen: "Come on, tell me, now that he has the confidence, has he spoken like that?"
"have."
Carlyle looked at Xiao Chen and gritted his teeth.
"If I told you that if I didn't show up, you would be dead now, would you believe it?"
The old fortune teller says again.
"What?"
Carlyle's expression changed when he heard the old fortune teller's words.
"impossible."
"Huh, impossible?"
The old fortune teller sneered.
"Do you think I need to lie to you? He has a trump card and can easily kill you."
"..."
Carlyle looked at Xiao Chen again, thinking about how arrogant he was before, and felt a little embarrassed in his heart. Did he really have a trump card that could kill him?
It seems that he said before that one sword can kill him?
it is true?
"The truth may not sound good, but I have to tell you that killing you is a bit of a waste."
Xiao Chen saw Carlyle looking at him and said calmly.