I feed on gods.

Chapter 190 The Gods Strike
In Pharaoh's Hall, among the surviving people, Zhang Heng is the strongest, he suddenly shouted, and his expression was serious, not to mention people like Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu with super fast reactions, even Xia Hongyao with an intelligence D, they are all facing a big enemy.

Everyone followed Zhang Heng's gaze and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

A young man in his thirties came out. He was wearing a long yellow windbreaker that covered his knees. On his feet were a pair of leather-colored British-style leather shoes, which were spotlessly cleaned.

He has a long face and a sharp chin, which doesn't look very coordinated, but he has long hair with some natural curls, so he looks very literary.

The hero of a literary film just like him.

With his left hand in his pocket and a cigarette in his right hand, he walked in with a gesture of visiting places of interest, looking left and then again.

[Wow, the god is here, I suggest you run as fast as you can, or you will become its lunch later! 】

Ghoul God commented that when he didn’t meet the gods, Lin Baici was at the top of the food chain and was going to eat a big meal. It yelled this kind of shout loudly. Now that he saw the gods, he immediately told Lin Baici to run quickly.

Because I really can't beat it.

"..."

Lin Baici's face darkened in an instant, but there was curiosity in his eyes as he looked at this literary youth.

This is the god that is more terrifying than the bones of the gods, and can pollute the gods with radiation?

Does it look no different from ordinary people?

[It's just the same body, but the inside is completely different! 】

Ghoul comments.

"who are you?"

Zhang Heng asked again, and couldn't help clenching the saber, this young man gave him a very discordant feeling.

It's like an Ultraman suddenly appeared in a painting of a lady painted by an ancient famous artist, which is very awkward and eye-catching.

"The reliefs on these murals are very well carved."

The literary youth ignored Zhang Heng, admiring the murals on the wall by himself: "These reliefs are beautiful, but some places have been destroyed, it's a pity!"

"Hey, my team leader is asking you something!"

Wu Zhaokun scolded.

"I'm admiring these murals, can't you see them?"

The literary youth looked at Wu Zhaokun: "Please don't disturb me!"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for anyone to answer, he frowned again: "But you are here, you have already disturbed me!"

The eyes of the literary youth landed on the broken corpses of the pharaoh, glanced away, and then swept across everyone present.

Hua Yueyu, Jin Yingzhen, Gu Qingqiu, these are all very beautiful girls, walking on the street, they turn heads very often.

Especially the Korean girl with a good figure, with skinny jeans wrapping her thighs and buttocks, coupled with an open-cut sweater, and boots, her whole body is full of strong female hormones.

If this is my girlfriend, I wish I could spend every day in bed with her.

But the literary youth just glanced at it, nodded appreciatively, and looked at Xia Hongyao.

"Do you have a sister?"

The literary youth thought of the woman he had just fought with.

too strong!
"Have you met my sister?"

Xia Hongyao and Xia Hongmian look seven points alike, especially their lips and nose, but their eyes are very different. Xia Hongyao's is too pure, while Xia Hongmian's is deep, like a bottomless pool!

When everyone and Xia Hongmian looked at each other, they would feel heart palpitations, dizziness, and panic, as if their souls had fallen from a tall building, which was very uncomfortable.

"You have a very powerful sister!"

After the literary youth finished speaking, he looked at Lin Baici and stared at him for more than ten seconds. His lips moved, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He turned his head and looked at Jin Yingzhen: "Seeing you, I suddenly got inspiration, do you want to be my model?"

Jin Ying is really beautiful and pure. It is sex and desire, which can stimulate the instinct of animals and make people have a desire to possess.

Xia Hongyao's figure is also very good, she is on par with Jin Yingzhen, and even has bigger breasts than her, but Xia Hongyao doesn't seem to want to make people sleep in her whole body.

"do not want!"

Although this person may be a powerful god hunter, Jin Yingzhen refused quite simply, she would only serve as a model for Lin Baici, anyone with a naked body would do.

"You refused too quickly!"

The young literary and artistic youth frowned, feeling displeased at being disobedient, but art is something that must be devoted from the heart, so as to create a perfect masterpiece.

If the model is resistant, then even if she agrees, the artistic conception is still flawed.

Hey!
No one understands me!

The literary youth thought of the girl named Shen Xin whom she saw when she first entered the museum.

"I will find an opportunity later, run quickly, don't stay!"

Lin Baici ordered in a low voice.

Hua Yueyu covered her mouth with her white hands, moved her head to Lin Baici's side, and whispered: "Is this guy very powerful?"

"It can no longer be described as powerful!"

Lin Baici thinks it's better to hand over this god to people like Zhang Heng to deal with it.

He has become a god hunter for less than three months, and although his record is quite dazzling, he has not swelled to the point where he thinks he is capable of overthrowing gods.

"Head Zhang, this guy is so arrogant in front of your third department, fuck him!"

Fang Tianhua is an aggressive general.

"Fei Xiao, take care of your people!"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, suddenly started, and rushed towards the literary youth.

His speed is very fast, like a cannonball fired by a tank, in the blink of an eye, he has appeared in front of the literary youth.

Swish!
The saber gave off a silver light, and slashed angrily at the head of the literary youth. At that moment, the space seemed to be cut open.

The literary youth did not dodge, looked at Zhang Heng calmly, stretched out his right hand, as if chasing flies, waved it casually.

His movements were understated, but when it fell on Zhang Heng, it was like being hit at full speed by an invisible giant arm, and the whole person flew out suddenly.

boom!
Zhang Heng flew tens of meters and hit the wall.

vomit!
Zhang Heng spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Fuck!"

Fei Xiao's scalp was numb, he knew exactly how strong Zhang Heng's fighting power was, and now he was slapped flying?

Fei Xiao looked at the literary young man, dumbfounded, what is the origin of this guy?
It can't be a dragon class, can it?

"Captain!"

Wu Zhaokun and his entourage turned pale with shock, they all started to rush towards the literary youth.

"Don't go there!"

Zhang Heng was anxious, his subordinates were no match for that young man at all.

This shout caused him to touch the wound, spit out another mouthful of blood, and his chest and abdomen hurt even more.

The literary youth looked at Wu Zhaokun and these people rushing towards him, and took a sharp breath. The force was so great that he could see many strands of white air rushing into his nasal cavity, and his lungs swelled instantly, and the next moment , spit out.

call!
The colorful air was sprayed everywhere, making people like Wu Zhaokun as if a pile of overturned dye was splashed on their bodies, dyeing them instantly.

At the next moment, the literary youth waved his right hand, as if holding a paintbrush and splashing ink, drawing a picture scroll.

boom! boom! boom!
People like Wu Zhaokun were knocked to the ground by an invisible hand, and they couldn't even get close to this literary youth.

"Run!"

Zhang Heng roared.

Too late!
After hitting these people, the literary youth flipped his right hand down, facing the ground, and slapped hard.

boom!
A middle-aged man in the third department was directly crushed and branded on the ground.

Everyone's face was pale, and a few timid ones even lost control of themselves instantly.

This scene happened too suddenly, and it was too weird, such a big living person, at this moment, it was like a floor sticker.

What's even more frightening is that he's not completely dead yet, because his eyes can still move, but he's clearly dazed.

There is no way, anyone who is driven from the three-dimensional world into the two-dimensional world will be like this.

"Fuck!"

Fang Tianhua retreated, how can I fight this?
He knows how strong the members of the third department are, but now, they can't even wipe their hairs.

What is a crushing bureau?

This is!
The literary and artistic youth seemed to have done a trivial thing, and the right hand continued to shoot!
boom! boom! boom!
Every time he slaps, a person disappears and is printed on the floor. Because of the oil paint he sprayed just now, this body sticker looks thick and colorful, and it is extremely gorgeous.

"noob!"

Hua Yueyu came to his side and grabbed his lapel.

Jin Yingzhen felt that today was going to be over!
Asiba!
It's a pity that I didn't have sex with Ouba!

"Is he the grace of God?"

Gu Qingqiu took two steps forward, trying to see clearly those body stickers on the ground.

Because of this action, the literary youth looked over.

The skin on everyone's backs tensed instantly, as if they were being targeted by an apex predator. It was a kind of fear originating from the ecological niche.

"Oh, what an interesting woman!"

The literary youth looked at Gu Qingqiu: "Will you learn to paint with me?"

"Sorry, I only admire, not paint!"

Gu Qingqiu shook his head.

Wu Zhaokun and the others who charged, escaped because of the literary youth talking to Gu Qingqiu, and ran away for the time being.

They rushed to Zhang Heng's side in unison, wanting to hug each other.

"Do you think the paint is too dirty? Too tired to paint?"

Literary youth asked.

"No, in my opinion, painting, animation, film and television, literary works, etc., are all expressing that an interesting person's works are interesting and worth appreciating!"

Gu Qingqiu shrugged his shoulders: "A person like me is too ordinary, what I express has no value of being appreciated by others!"

"Are you normal?"

The little murloc was shocked. This girl was able to calmly talk to him after seeing this literary and artistic young man torture and kill others like this...

She's absolutely out of her mind.

Literary and artistic youths applauded, Gu Qingqiu's words made him feel good: "A person who can say such a thing must not be ordinary, you may not have noticed your characteristics!"

"I'm so lucky today, I met another interesting girl!"

The literary youth smiled slightly: "You go!"

"again?"

Gu Qingqiu raised his brows: "May I take the liberty to ask, why did you find that girl interesting?"

"That's a girl who can climb to the extreme in the field of painting!"

During the conversation of the literary youth, envy was revealed: "Things like talent, if you are born, you have it, and if you don't have it, you can't have it in your life."

"Agree!"

Gu Qingqiu nodded.

For example, Li Bai, just like those people who read his poems a thousand years later, they will still be shocked, and they can't understand how he came up with it.

"Qingqiu, hurry up!"

Xia Hongyao urged, in this situation, it is obvious that one person who survives counts as one.

"Such an interesting thing, why should I go?"

Gu Qingqiu asked back, and coughed after speaking.

Because she was too excited and she had already exercised too much today, she was already very unwell, but so what?
For Gu Qingqiu, the current life is so exciting, she would rather spend a few minutes like this than be bored for a year.

"I feel that this young man seems to have some pursuit of art. Can we pretend to be artists and get away with it?"

Hua Yueyu muttered in a low voice, feeling that this was a solution.

"Do you think he is stupid?"

Jin Yingzhen was speechless, pretending to be an artist would actually irritate the other party.

"You don't need to pretend, aren't you an anchor? It's also in the entertainment industry!"

Lin Baici didn't want Hua Yueyu to die.

"Xiaobai, you think highly of me. Although I have systematically learned to sing and enrolled in classes to learn to dance, let alone an artist, I can't even be called an artist!"

Hua Yueyu still has self-knowledge. She is a little pretty, talented, eloquent, and lucky enough to get the bonus of the live broadcast.

The little murloc smiled wryly: "My driving skills are quite good, but do I dare to drive?"

Before the tire hit the young man's face, he might have already made a picture of it.

Hey!
I am an anchor, that is, I just entered the industry by accident. I want to make a living, get rich and free early, and then go to see such a big world!
Be an artist?

I don't have that pursuit and sentiment.

"By the way, Xiaobai, if you give him a piece of Buddhist scriptures, maybe he will let you go!"

Hua Yueyu's heart skipped a beat.

Lin Baici shook his head, even if he could, he would never leave his companions and leave, otherwise with his character, this kind of escape would become a shadow in his heart for the rest of his life.

"Red medicine, don't give me the shroud of the pharaoh!"

Lin Baici urged in a low voice.

"You don't want to fight him, do you?"

Xia Hongyao handed the hand to Lin Baici.

"I'll give you a chance, run away, don't look back!"

Lin Baici wrapped the shroud tightly around his left wrist, bit the bronze sword between his teeth, and tucked the Bodhi envoy's cassock into his belt.

He is ready to go all out!

"Xiaobai, we must die together!"

Hua Yueyu sensed Lin Baici's determination to die, and panicked.

Jin Yingzhen didn't say anything, but she decided not to leave. If she died, she would die, but if she survived, then she would be No.1 by Lin Baici's side.

"I am the head of the group, if I fight for the opportunity, I will do it!"

Xia Hongyao gripped the dagger tightly, it was impossible for her to let her subordinates take risks.

"Why is the breath on this guy different from yours?"

The Golden Scorpion Queen didn't understand.

"What do you mean?"

Gu Qingqiu was taken aback: "You mean, he is not human?"

Are there still monsters in human form?

Right!

Gu Qingqiu looked at the Golden Scorpion Queen, since half of the body is human, it is not surprising that the whole body is human.

"It shouldn't be a human, but it's not a life form born in this place either!"

Queen Golden Scorpion looked at the literary youth: "It is very strong, I suggest you choose to surrender!"

For these monsters, following the law of the jungle, if they can't defeat them, they just need to surrender.

dignity?

Can that thing be eaten?

"you……"

The literary youth pointed at Queen Golden Scorpion: "Get lost!"

This is because the life forms born by his radiation are equivalent to his children, so he will not kill them.

Queen Golden Scorpion hesitated for a moment, her desire for life was greater than that of reproduction, she muttered to Lin Baici: "I'm sorry, I can't do anything, I hope you can survive!"

After the Golden Scorpion Queen finished speaking, she quickly slipped away.

Zhang Heng's side also suddenly activated.

"on!"

Zhang Heng roared, dispersed with the group members, and rushed towards the literary youths. Before they arrived, all kinds of long-distance divine favors had already rushed over.

The breakout begins!
"rush!"

Lin Baici took the lead, and after only a few steps, Xia Hongyao overtook her.

The head of the regiment must lead by example!
This is Xia Hongyao's insistence.

The literary youth repeated his tricks, took a sharp breath, and then exhaled.

The colorful air exhaled, staining Zhang Heng and his party, and then the literary youth began to wave his hands, but this time, a man teleported in front of him and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't think about it!"

The man roared, and stabbed the dagger in the eye socket of the literary youth.

He is the deputy head of the third division.

The literary youth still didn't show any expression, and didn't even see any obvious counterattack. He just stared at the deputy head, and then the deputy head suddenly melted.

It's like a wax figure that has been grilled at high temperature, limp to the ground, and it's like a pile of paint melted by the sun.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng felt his scalp tingle.

Don't even touch it?
How is this played?
But there is no choice!
"Rush! Rush! Rush!"

Zhang Heng roared.

"kill!"

Wu Zhaokun and his entourage roared, full of murderous intent, and rushed towards the literary youth.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Heng was in a hurry.

This is different from the plan. Wu Zhaokun and the others seem to be desperate, but they are actually bluffing. They will flee, while Zhang Heng and the deputy head will stay and delay.

"Leader, if you win, you will be crazy, if you lose, you will fight together!"

Wu Zhaokun turned his head and showed a bright smile towards Zhang Heng. His eight big teeth were shining brightly even under the light of the candlelight.

"Fuck off, get lost..."

Before Zhang Heng finished speaking, Wu Zhaokun was slapped on the shoulder by the literary youth, and his whole body slapped, turned into a piece of paper, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Fuck!"

Fang Tianhua, who was also on the charge, felt a sudden shock.

This is a very well-known rookie in the Kyushu Security Bureau, otherwise he would not have been selected by the three subjects, but now, he will die with a slap.

This monster is too terrifying.

"Don't be stupid, you all go!"

Fei Xiao shouted: "Zhang Heng and I hold him back!"

The chaos begins!
The muscular Buddha appeared behind the literary youth, and the Buddha punched out!
oh la...

It only punched, and the fist was hit by the literary youth.

Snapped!
The entire right arm of the muscular Buddha turned into a sheet of paper, directly descending into two dimensions.

"Still struggling? Then become my artwork!"

Just as the literary youth was about to start 'creation', a bronze sword shot past his neck, and he dodged it, but his eyes hurt.

It was the champion dart, which hit it in the left eye.

"Ok?"

The literary youth was astonished, this dart could actually hurt him?

It seems to be the creation of a god!

　The last part of the boss battle is not easy to write, but the taste should be right!
　
(End of this chapter)