I am God!

In the cold ice and snow.

Under the bleak moon, there is snow like ashes.

Two existences beyond common sense stared at each other, one with a painful expression, and the other with a distorted face.

After a while, the Eagle Demon's face froze, perhaps because of Nit's question, it was Mijina who appeared.

Mijina answered Nit's question.

"Nit!"

"I have become the person that everyone yearns for, and you also yearn for!"

"I should be your favorite mother now!"

Mijina's expression was full of joy, and it could even be said to be happiness.

Nit burst into tears: "Why do you always bring me the deepest pain, why don't you give me a little love, and leave me a little light."

Mijina said: "Because, I hope you will become a strong man, the strong man I yearn for."

"If you are a strong person, nothing can hurt you, everything is just the driving force for you to move forward."

Nit: "Do you have to go through this to become a strong person? Are the hearts of those strong people made of iron and stone?"

Mijina shook her head: "Nite, you are always so weak, and you speak words that only belong to the weak."

Nite's pain was unspeakable: "Then why do they want to become strong, just to torture themselves?"

"Because they have a reason to be strong," Mijina said.

Nit was not there at first.

Then he had.

He used to become stronger for his mother, and for the gods, then he became stronger for the people in the town who served as the night hotel, and then he became stronger to restore everything he had done.

His desire to become stronger deepened step by step until he couldn't give up.

The more he fell into the darkness, the more he longed to become stronger, and the stronger he became, the more he fell into darkness.

He asked Miggina, "Mom, why don't you do it yourself?"

Mijina: "Because my mother can't do it, I pin all my expectations on you."

"Unfortunately, you can't do it!"

"You have let me down too much."

Nit lowered his head, and he asked in a low voice: "You built the town just to sacrifice them and gain power."

Miggina said, "Yes."

Nit asked again: "You gave birth to me only to destroy the bright kingdom of heaven."

Miggina said, "Yes."

Nit already knew about it, but he still asked, and Mijina responded to him mercilessly.

Nate stopped talking.

For when the words speak, when no illusions are left, only despair and sorrow are left.

At this time, the Eagle Demon's face became struggling again, and the black wings on his body spread further, and the white wings gradually became completely black.

It was as if another world was calling to her, trying to drag her out of this world.

Her voice gradually distorted.

"Yes... yes... yes..."

"I lied to you all, you are not important at all!"

"You are just a tool I use to get everything, but in the end you can't do anything, I can only destroy everything."

"If you can't get it, destroy it all."

"I hate Heavenly Kingdom, I hate the King of Angels, and I hate... this world."

"Why?"

"Why..."

"All those good things don't belong to me."

Mijina seems to have been completely swallowed by the desire of jealousy, and the evil eyes of jealousy penetrated into her eyes and into the depths of her spirituality.

The monster laughed wildly and stared at Nit with its red magic eyes.

"Why?"

"Why are you born with the bottle of original sin? You were born with great power and are qualified to walk on the road to becoming a god."

"Why, why are you different."

"You have everything I can't have, but you don't cherish it, and you don't know how to work hard."

"Damn you!"

"Nit!"

"Damn you!"

Mijina's voice was no longer rational, and she raised her head and made a frantic voice.

"Nit!"

"Everything you cherish is about to fall into the abyss with me."

"Wait a little longer, and she will become an ugly existence like me, and merge with me."

Standing in the snow, Nit suddenly woke up and looked at the ugly monster who was possessed by jealousy, and watched her fall in the midst of a mental breakdown.

He seemed unable to accept this scene, shaking his head constantly.

"You are not my mother."

"You are not my mother, who are you?"

"Correct."

"My mother wouldn't do that to me, she wouldn't do that to me."

The monster struggled, twisting its joints and walking towards Nite, as if it couldn't control its body.

"I am your mother!"

Nit stepped back again and again, and he stretched out his hand.

He said, "No, you're just a monster."

A terrifying shadow stretched behind him, overwhelming the sky.

He wants to kill each other.

Kill this monster pretending to be his own mother.

Seeing Nit's move, Mijina was not only not afraid, but even more excited.

She kept approaching Nit, speaking crazy and evil words to the extreme with a gradually decaying and ugly posture.

"Yes, that's it."

"Kill me!"

"Kill me, and you will become a strong man."

"Don't hesitate anymore, don't be weak anymore, kill me!"

Mijina is probably really crazy. This feeling of destroying everything for others makes her feel addicted.

Uncontrollable, unable to extricate themselves.

Even if everything is destroyed.

It's her son.

Because, she is also jealous of the other party, jealous of everything the other party has.

Nit decided to make a move, and the overwhelming black shadow wrapped around the monster who couldn't control himself from behind him.

But at this moment, another face suddenly struggled to appear on the monster's face, shouting at Nite.

"Nit!"

"do not want!"

It was the face of Miss Messenger, and it made Nite stop all his movements for a moment.

Mijina's words came over: "What are you hesitating about, Nite?"

Nit said blankly: "Miss Messenger said no."

Miss Messenger yelled, "No, stop Nit."

Mijina: "Nite, you are really useless!"

Nate said, "I..."

Mijina laughed wildly and shouted: "The abyss has come, let's fall into it together!"

The depraved and distorted power continued to rise, and the black feather gradually swelled and swallowed everything on the other side.

Nit's movements were frozen at this moment, and he didn't dare to make a move for a long time.

At this moment, the appearance of the messenger seemed to overlap with the countless people in the past, the people in the town, the people in the night hotel, and the three Yiren brothers and sisters who were looking at him in the cold wind.

His one and only remaining light was in sight, and he was about to lose it again.

Suddenly, Shadow Nite suddenly appeared behind him, squatting on the rails: "Don't you dare to do it?"

Nit stared at the front: "Miss Messenger is also among them."

Shadow Nite: "Of course, because Miss Messenger is about to fall into the abyss with her, do you want to see this scene?"

Nit: "That must never happen."

Shadow Nite: "Then kill her!"

Nit: "I can't, I'm going to go crazy."

Shadow Nite: "Then let me come, I can help you."

Nit seemed to grab a life-saving straw: "Is it really possible?"

Shadow Nite grinned: "Of course it's true."

Nit closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Then...please."

Shadow Nite stood up and gradually walked into Nite's body.

Terrifying power turned into countless shadows gushing out, completely engulfing the monster in front of it.

-

Bright tomorrow.

The battle has reached a fever pitch, with countless dead sky messengers and angel puppets, and the dense crowd of spirits flocking to the transformation pool, there is no more movement.

And more, even the spirits were completely torn apart before they could escape.

The same is true for monsters and ghosts. A large number of ghosts were torn apart, and the flesh and blood of monsters piled up at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Light, dyeing this sacred country into a demonic kingdom of flesh and blood.

The angel Romir relied on this kingdom of God as his home field, and fought against the king of lust and the king of hell from day to night.

He's not just languishing, he's taking a huge toll on both.

just now.

There are hardly many ghost bodies and monsters in the entire Guangming Kingdom, and of course there are not many sky angels and angel puppets left.

But Romir's eyes remained firm, and he believed that he would win.

"Judgment of Light!"

Romir wielded the lightsaber, judging the powerful ghosts and monsters that rushed up one by one, and also slashed at the sickle of death and the stick of primitive desire.

His sword has no real shape, because his real artifact embryo is the holy mountain of light under his feet, and this lightsaber seems to be something evolved from a certain existence in his heart.

But for some reason, this sword is as tough as the sickle of death and the stick of primitive desire.

And no matter how badly you suffer, you will continue to recover.

Even though the sickle of death and the stick of primitive desire were covered with scars, the lightsaber in Romir's hand was still sharp, and as he slashed it again and again, it continuously released powerful power.

Naproseth once again attacked the holy mountain and was repulsed. He looked at his death scythe distressedly: "This guy is really tough enough."

The King of Lust seems to have seen the source of Romir's power: "Spiritual power, firmness of heart, his magic is performed through this power."

After fighting for so long, the king of lust and the king of hell are also a little anxious.

The longer it is delayed, the more accidents are likely to happen.

The king of lust made up his mind.

"I will summon my altar of the law of lust, and you will summon your hell."

Naproses: "Why do I summon the kingdom of God to descend, and you summon an altar?"

King of lust: "You have the ability to summon the abyss, and I don't object."

Naproses was still hesitating, because it was alright when Hell hid deep in the dream world, and being exposed to the human world meant that he had lifted the cards of life and death.

However, the king of lust has already summoned his own altar of the law of lust.

It seems that this is about to launch a decisive battle.

The evil altar fell from the sky, and the bottle of original sin was further shining, as if trying to communicate with hell.

But at this time, the nine wings on the back of the angel Romir waved, and the holy mountain of light under his feet turned instantly, and unexpectedly hit the evil altar abruptly.

"Boom!"

The evil altar cracked layers of cracks in an instant, and the Holy Mountain of Light did not stop at all.

At the same time, Romir also showed his flaws.

The King of Hell immediately waved one hand, and the layers of chains entangled towards Romir, while the sickle held by his other hand slashed at the angel at an extremely tricky angle.

A huge ritual array opened behind Romil, and countless feathers of light scattered between the sky and the earth, welcoming the King of Hell.

But suddenly, all the light feathers faded away in an instant and gradually dissipated.

The ritual array also flickered in an instant, unable to stop the king of hell.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"Lomil, you've shown your flaws."

This caused the king of hell to slash on Romir's body with a sickle, directly cutting off the two wings on Romir's side.

It suppressed the instinct of screaming in pain, and fell directly from the holy mountain of light.

A large piece of the Holy Mountain of Light also cracked, as if his injury could be transmitted to the Holy Mountain of Light.

Romil covered his shoulder with one hand and looked behind him.

"what happened?"

Romil was not worried about his injuries, but at this moment he felt that he was gradually losing his spiritual authority.

And he turned his gaze to the other people on the Holy Mountain of Light, those sky envoys.

It was found that the form of the opponent's sky angel was about to be unable to maintain.

And this trend of collapse is not temporary, but irreversible.

"What's going on?" The sky on the holy mountain made everyone panic.

"My wings, my wings are melting." Everyone was terrified, and the fear was born from the bottom of their hearts.

"My power is turning into pure wind." Someone calmed down and noticed the change.

"This is the initial strength of the Wingman." The power of the sky angel is receding.

"Where is the power of God, the power bestowed by the King of Angels?" Everyone looked at Romil.

Romil was stunned for a while.

Then, he suddenly understood something.

He looked beyond the kingdom of heaven in disbelief: "Lord Duma."

The king of lust was very indifferent and indifferent. She seemed to have known this moment long ago, and the action just now was for the present.

When Romir showed his flaws, he would kill him.

The King of Lust moved closer to the Holy Mountain of Light, and also turned his head to look outside, but kept walking.

She stepped on the altar of the Law of Lust and Desire, and walked forward step by step.

"pity."

"The last core of the Trinity was not obtained, and the personality was destroyed."

"It's time to take back the spirituality bestowed by God."

Lomil looked at the King of Lust, and instantly understood: "It's you?"

After listening, Romil yelled out hatred, to the King of Sexual Desire.

"She is your daughter."

Melde, the King of Lust: "So, I'm here to pick her up and go home."

Romil was extremely angry: "She is the god of the Kingdom of Brightness, and she has never belonged to the abyss."

And similarly, the King of Lust also looked at Lomir with disgust.

The dissipation of Duma's personality also made Melder's loathing of Romir to the extreme. At this moment, her mood can be said to be extremely bad, and the hatred on her expression is so unconcealable.

"Duma said she wanted to make you a god until the end, but it's a pity that she still didn't persist until the moment you became a god."

"you lose."

"really."

"How can a humble servant become a god!"

Romil was completely stunned after hearing this.

Then he suddenly covered his forehead and let out a wry smile.

The laughter lasted only for a moment, and then it stopped abruptly.

Then, with his hand covering his forehead, he forcibly dug out the stone of the Sky Envoy between his eyebrows.

He took the bloody stone in his hand and transformed it into a lightsaber.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, Romil showed extreme hatred in his eyes. It was a distorted look that should not belong to the sky angels and the angels under the throne of God.

Regardless of the power that was being transformed into ordinary power, he burned all his power before the last power dissipated.

The power of the entire Guangming Holy Mountain gathered on his body, turning into a sword and slashing out.

The blood from the big hole in his forehead stained Romil's entire face red, leaving only a pair of eyes still bright.

He said, "Judgment!"

His words this time are no longer understated, full of hatred for evil and depravity, and obsession with eliminating evil.

And all the hatred and persistence seemed to be transformed into strength and poured into the sword in his hand.

The light rushed to the sky.

Bright light covered the sky and the earth, shining down from the high sky in an instant.

The sun seemed to appear for a moment in the dark night, causing countless panicked and frightened figures on the ground to raise their heads.

Looking towards the direction of the holy mountain.

The King of Lust had already been on guard, and also meant to provoke Romir to let him show his flaws again.

She immediately put away the altar of the Law of Lust, and blocked this powerful defensive device in front of her.

but.

She underestimated Romir's sword.

He also underestimated the importance of Duma in Romir's heart, and the decisiveness of Romir's sword.

The moment the rays of light collided and touched, Romir shattered the altar of the law of lust of the king of lust.

The king of lust immediately stretched out the stick of primitive desire to block it, but even the stick of primitive desire was cut into two pieces, and the lightsaber slashed on the king of lust.

"what!"

The King of Lust uttered a scream.

She looked at Lomir in disbelief, this servant she looked down upon could burst out with such power.

The King of Lust retreated again and again, but Romir, who was holding a lightsaber, followed closely, watching the sharp blade approaching the opponent step by step.

And at this time, the King of Hell also made a move. When Romir cut Meld, the King of Lust, he was also cut by the sickle of the King of Hell's sneak attack.

This time, instead of cutting off the wings, it cut towards the middle of Romir's body.

but.

Romil didn't care about the scythe at all, he only had Meld in his eyes, and he stepped forward desperately to kill Meld.

It doesn't matter whether you become a god or not.

Because, he no longer has the reason to become a god.

But just as the lightsaber cut into Melder's body, his body was cut in half by the death scythe.

"Boom~ bang~"

This injury was also directly reflected on the Bright Sacred Mountain.

The entire Guangming Holy Mountain was also broken into two pieces, because the Guangming Holy Mountain had already been integrated with Romir.

The holy mountain collapsed, and a large number of sky angels shrouded and blessed by its power also fell from the sky in an instant, screaming in horror.

"Master Romir."

"How could this be?"

"There is no other way, without the power of the King of Angels as the cornerstone, there is no way for Lord Lomir to succeed."

"If you fight them, death will not make them feel better."

The only remaining sky envoy also roared, fighting with the monsters and ghosts besieging from all directions.

The power of light dissipated wildly from it, filled the seal of the bottle of original sin, and turned into a terrifying tide.

Romir also completely lost the support of strength, his body was a little light, and he was about to dissipate in the air.

Before Romil's body dissipated and exited the scene, the King of Hell immediately moved again, waving the sickle of death in the form of a terrifying god of the dead.

It's just that the target is no longer Romir, but another existence on the side.

It was because of the loss of the altar of the Law of Lust that the stick of primitive desire was cut off again and became Meld, the King of Lust.

Naproses, the king of hell, showed no mercy, and said as he struck.

"Okay, Duma is yours, and the kingdom of heaven is mine."

"Now, you got what you wanted."

"It's time to fuck off."

Naproses, the king of hell, took advantage of the darkness and completely defeated the stick of primitive desire of the king of lust, which was tantamount to interrupting the king of lust's path to becoming a god.

There was only one spar that exuded the light of lust, which turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

-

The laughing and triumphant voice of the King of Hell came from above, but Romir couldn't care less about listening.

The angel wings behind him slowly dissipated, turning into a young man with wings, and then the body that had embarked on the road to becoming a god turned into light, and then dissipated.

Unstoppable, nothing seems to be left behind.

Romir didn't care at all, he just looked at the sky and murmured the name of the King of Angels.

"Lord Duma!"

He stretched out his hand, and there seemed to be that beautiful but cold figure in front of his eyes.

He closed his eyes.

Time seemed to go back to that day, back under the Bell Tower of Heaven.

At dusk, Romil carefully followed Duma, looking at the lights in the world.

The wind lifted her long hair, she pointed to the distance and said.

"Lomir, if you can become everyone's god, what kind of god do you want to be?"

At that time, Romil failed to answer, but asked Lord Duma what kind of god he wanted to be.

Duma told Romil: "At all costs, protect everyone's god."

"A merciful, loving God."

"No matter how powerful he is, he is merciful to mortals, because he is our god."

Duma smiled sadly. She always showed such a sad expression. She told Romil that she was a naive person with childish wishes.

At that time, Romir did not dare to tell Lord Duma, but now he can say it.

In the world where embers are falling, the holy mountain of the kingdom of heaven breaks and collapses and falls from a high place, following Romir to the finish line.

In the wind, his outstretched hand seemed to want to touch Duma's always sentimental face, so that she could really smile happily.

He said to the sky: "I want to be the god who guards your innocent ideals and dreams!"

The rays of light dissipated, like shattered dream bubbles, or the dreams come to an end.