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Chapter 97

"you!"

Hiduan stared, baring his teeth like a mad dog.

"What's wrong with me?"

Art casually threw Fei Duan's head on the ground, called out a spring of water in disgust, and washed his hands.

"I'm fine, but you're going to be fine soon."

Art squatted down and sat in front of Fei Duan.

He ignored Fu who was holding up the mask, and chatted with Fei Duan on his own.

"Do you know, the evil god you believe in may not exist at all~"

He said, with an extremely mocking smile on his face.

"You#%￥#&*"

Fei Duan didn't answer the phone, and came up with three consecutive quality.

"Swearing? Is it useful?"

Art smiled, running his hands through his blond hair.

"Just now, I stole the skills of a certain lich. Which lich is the founder of the curse school, and has made a lot of achievements in things like sealing curses."

"Ah yes!"

There was a dazed expression on his face: "You may not know what a lich is, but if you use spells every day, you should know what a curse is!"

"Miscellaneous!"

Fei Duan began to speak human words: "You will definitely die! Lord Cthulhu is immortal! He will return soon! I can feel it, hahaha!!!"

"Yeah, he's coming back soon, but, have you ever wondered why he's coming back so soon?"

Art casually snapped his nails and asked.

"He is Lord Evil God!"

"Do you know the greatness of Lord Cthulhu!"

"The great evil god lord!!! Hehehe~"

Fei Duan himself is not a normal person, seeing the "evil god" he believed in being turned into fly ashes on the spot, he became even more insane.

"Yeah, I also thought at the beginning that your Lord Evil God should be some kind of god with great power. For this reason, I used so many [God Ballots], and even prepared"

"never mind."

Art shook his head, and slowly extended his face to Fei Duan with only his head left with a mocking expression.

"But, you god, it's actually true."

"It doesn't exist"

"Ah~"

Fei Duan laughed, and took a mouthful of dirt.

He didn't even spit out the dirt in his mouth, so he spoke vaguely: "Master Cthulhu, if it doesn't exist."

"What's behind you?"

A black human figure emerged from the shadows, and the black tentacles slowly stretched out, then suddenly accelerated, tying up Art, who didn't even look back.

"It's your so-called "Lord Evil God", and it's also an unknown spiritual aggregate."

Art didn't move, letting those tentacles tie him up and tighten them.

"You can't kill me."

Art shook his head, and the tentacles binding his neck and head broke instantly, exposing his head.

More tentacles surged up and tied the exposed head back.

"You are just a poor aggregate of resentment, because of the relationship between faith and death, a tiny bit of divinity was born."

Art was overwhelmed by the tentacles, but he could make a clear sound.

"It's a pity that I have used so many gods' votes, and even used spells, and used the battlefield of gods to fight."

"Just a poor "he"."

Boom~~~
The golden flame ignited and spread to all the tentacles in an instant. In this golden flame, all the tentacles turned into nothingness.

"Look, you are not even as good as a demigod who only has divinity but no divine fire."

Art still had the sneer on his face, and he didn't even look back.

The black figure screamed and its head dropped suddenly.

A line of blood appeared on Art's neck, and pale golden blood slowly flowed down the wound.

"Is there any more? Not powerful enough! Do you still want to drive evil jerks?"

Fingers, toes, hands, arms, feet, calves, thighs.

As if by external force, the black figure was dismembered in pieces.

This time there was no more blood, and Art also turned around, looking at the so-called "evil god" who was slowly gathering human form again.

"The resentment of the dead, the desire to kill, the beliefs of believers, and the spells left by unknown civilizations constitute the existence of "you"."

Art looked at the black figure and closed his eyes slightly.

"The world is really wonderful. As long as there are coincidences, it will lead to different results."

"And how much coincidence does it take to form your existence?"

He opened his eyes, and a faint golden light flickered in his eyes.

"Thinking that I will destroy such a great coincidence with my own hands, I still feel a little sad in my heart."

Art gently flicked his short hair, and the short golden hair shone with golden luster.

"But alas, you must return to nothingness."

Art said, slowly raising his hand.

"Your resentment will not be purified."

"Your faith will never respond."

"Your desire will not turn into killing."

"Your spell will be inherited by me."

"Please, rest assured, leave this world."

The golden light came on, and Fu was injured by the flash, squatting on the ground covering her eyes, Chongming couldn't open her eyes, and wrapped the Zerg's compound eyes with her long seventh tail, Fei Duan's eyes widened, He wanted to see what happened, but he was only human, and he couldn't see the golden light after all.

It was a handful of faint golden flames, and in the center of the flames was a little white light.

As the flames lit up, all the living objects in the ruins had a sense of surrender echoing in their minds.

Hiduan stopped opening his eyes, and closed his eyes peacefully, like a believer listening to an oracle.

The passing ants stopped in their tracks, turned in the direction of Art, and cast their bodies on the ground.

Even the leaves of the moss on the stairs are hanging down, and the rhizomes are slightly raised, as if to express surrender.

Here is the gap between God and man.

Divine fire is present.

Following Art's movements, the golden flames slowly drifted towards the black humanoid, the moment he touched the black humanoid.

The "evil god" collapsed.

From the point of contact, it turns into fly ash.

The souls of the sacrificed people, the souls of believers who died due to various things, the resentment of human death, the desire of human killing, and the spells left by unknown civilizations are all here, permanently erased.

The divine fire floated, and then slowly sank into the center of Art's eyebrows.

"ended."

Arthur's body softened and he sat on the spot.

"It's gone"

Fei Duan was not dead yet, he just muttered in a daze.

The moment the black figure turned into ashes, Fei Duan's heart instantly became extremely empty, and there was no response to the close connection.

"Master Cthulhu. It's gone."

"Yo, little brother, you're not dead yet!"

Art sat there limply, turned around with great effort, and looked at Fei Duan.

Hiduan was no longer in the mood, and kept repeating the words "evil god" and "gone".

Come on, mental illness has been cured into depression~
Art shook his head helplessly and began to recover his strength.

　I just updated it today. I was not very satisfied with the last chapter. I think about how to change it.
　　
　
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