sell leaves

Chapter 96

A blood-red door rose, first a tentacle, then more tentacles.

The tentacles are not like octopus feet, but more like vines, but the whole body is black, which looks extraordinarily weird.

Good guy, I look forward to the stars and the moon, but I am looking forward to you. I am not afraid that you are too strong, but I am afraid that you will not come!

Art started to get serious, he was no longer as casual as cleaning up miscellaneous fish, he started to take out the small card in his pocket.

I used one first to protect Fu and Chongming.

God's Vote·God's Blessing! ! !
The card floated in front of Fu, unfolding the golden cover.

Alas, I told you not to follow me.

Art sighed, feeling warm in his heart.

Then he put his eyes on the door and let me see, what kind of god are you!
"In the name of the priesthood of "kindness", launch this battle of gods!"

Gods Vote·Gods Battlefield!

Four ballot papers floated out (Art felt a pain in his flesh), and slowly formed a square. The square gave off a strong suction force, attracting the "god" on the opposite side of the door.

"Hush~~~ hoot~~~"

There was a cry like a person dying, and the gods on the opposite side were dragged out little by little.

He roared and struggled, but he was no match for the willpower of the sentient beings, and was finally dragged out.

Black, humanoid?

Art looked at the opponent in front of him in surprise. It was a black humanoid creature. Those black tentacles came out from the middle left of his chest (heart), and they were still dancing wildly in the air, destroying .

"Hello, the god on the other side."

Art greeted politely, but got no response.

"Hiss!!! Ahhh!!!"

The humanoid black creature on the opposite side roared, and finally shrank together with Art, and was locked in the middle of the four ballots.

It seems that they are creatures without intelligence!Can this also become a god?

Art frowned, suspended in this endless golden space, and looked at the "evil god" on the opposite side.

The "evil god" seemed to know that he was free, and his tentacles began to dance, attacking Art.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Art took out a god ballot and held it in his hand.

God's Vote · Artifact Mimic · Forget it!

God's Ballot · Artifact Mimicry · M163 Vulcan Cannon!

The Gatling machine gun, or the Vulcan cannon, showed its true strength in front of this evil god, fully proving what it means: "My lord, the times have changed."

The golden M53 armor-piercing projectile, at an initial velocity of more than 1000 meters per second, shoots out of the 20mm barrel at a speed of 3000 rounds per minute.

This is the torrent of steel!

The real barrage directly drowned the opposite god, tearing him into pieces, and the fragments of black tentacles were flying all over the sky, blown further away by the wind brought by the torrent of steel.

Half an hour later
The M163 Vulcan cannon slowly disappeared from Art's hands, not even giving Art a chance to blow the barrel to pretend to be aggressive.

Art frowned as he looked at the "evil god" whose fragments were no larger than one square centimeter in size.

The battlefield of the gods will end when one of the gods is completely dead. Only the god and his followers can enter. At this time, it is not over yet.

"Can this survive? Are you the ancestor of Paramecium?"

Art stared at the "evil god" floating in the entire space.

Under Art's gaze, the fragments of "Cthulhu" slowly gathered, and then merged into one, "Cthulhu" reappeared.

You TM are Majin Buu!

Art almost made a mistake, but fortunately he held back.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

The evil god looked at Art with some fear, and began to dance around on the spot.

One after another, the magic circles were blown out by the tentacles of the evil god, and one after another the believers walked out of the magic circles.

Unripe, unripe, black skin, unripe.
Art watched the believers passing by, counting silently.

The last magic circle was drawn by the evil god using more than a dozen tentacles, with a rebellious forehead on his head and a sickle with three blades in his hand.

The necklace of the evil god, the short gray hair, the back of the head, the purple eyes, and the ring with "three" engraved on it.

It's Fei Duan!

"Yes, Lord Evil God!!!"

Fei Duan slammed down on his knees, and Art could clearly hear the sound of his kneecap shattering.

"Oh!"

A ringing head, accompanied by the sound of skull shattering.

"My Lord Cthulhu! My Lord Cthulhu!"

Fei Duan Zihong's eyes were full of fanaticism, and he couldn't stop calling out his belief.

"hiss!"

"Cthulhu" pointed at Art with his tentacles.

Fei Duan's eyes instantly turned red, what is this?It's an oracle! "Master Cthulhu" has issued an oracle!

"You trash!" Fei Duan stood up, turning his back to the evil god.

"Come with me!"

He turned on one leg and rushed up.

Gee!
believer!

Art curled his lips, and cut Fei Duan's neck with a knife.

Fei Duan's flying head laughed wildly, his body moved by itself, and hit Art with a scythe.

Who knows what effective mechanism your curse is, just hide for a while!

Art backed away, avoiding the scythe, and kicked Fei Duan's body into several sections by the way.

The body flew out, this is really a "flying section".

"That's it? That's it?"

Fei Duan yelled, rolling his head over.

Art curled his lips, kicked one by one, and dealt with the remaining believers one by one.

There are strong believers and weak believers. Some are like Fei Duan, who can still shout when they fly out with one kick, while others are silent when they go down with one kick.

These believers are not enough for Art to kick, and soon, they will all be scrapped!

"Send the believers to death and weaken the divine power of the local god? You really can't teach yourself!"

Art sneered and flew towards the "evil god".

It's time to make a break!
Let me see, what the hell are you!
Art produced another ballot, and now there were only three left in his pocket.

He put the ballot in his hand with distress, and began to speak plausibly.

"Darkness!"

"Winter!"

"Soldier!"

"Servant!"

"Obey me: God of Goodness, Trang Harry Robert's call!"

"Seal everything in front of you!!!"

As Art yelled, thick black liquid appeared, frantically flocking towards the evil god on the opposite side.

The "evil god" roared, and finally turned into pleading, and finally became lifeless.

He fell from his godhood.

"my God!"

"my God!"

Hiduan yelled, for some reason, he wasn't dead yet.

"Ok?"

Art suddenly realized something, and walked towards the place where the evil god died.

black resentment
It turned out that this was the heel of the evil god!
Art touched the black liquid and fell silent.

It is the howling of the dead, the product of carnage, and the gathering of evil thoughts.

Possibly, there is no evil god at all.

Evil is only the human heart!
Art took Fei Duan's head and walked out of the light door in front of him.

(End of this chapter)