A dragon raised at birth

The Golden King, regardless of his strength, Diablo, who was fighting him for the first time, agrees with his title very much.

As far as normal transcendents are concerned, most of the large-scale AOE attacks using special magic weapons are temporary magic weapons condensed with supernatural powers. Basically, no one will actually cast magic weapons and throw them away as disposable items for fun.

But it was basically because it was the least cost-effective method, but he couldn't stand the money. In order to increase the power a little, he was willing to spend money and play with the real sword.

However, although krypton gold is perverted, it can't compare to Diablo's cheating. So far, he has devoured no less than a hundred demigods. He has a variety of abilities and can perfectly adapt to various situations.

Although his current body is a little too much and tends to collapse because of his various abilities, but at the same time, Diablo has also reached his most powerful state so far.

"You're nice, gutsy and knowledgeable, but is that all?"

The power of hundreds of demigods circulates in the body, forming a power cycle full of errors and omissions. Although it cannot be endless, it can give Diablo an extremely amazing endurance.

"If that's the only way, then simply, you surrender to me, I promise you, I will let you end your life without pain."

"Madman, what do you think this is, this is the king's golden palace!"

When the Golden King heard Diablo's words, he was instantly furious. He, who had boasted that he was well-mannered, broke his defenses before this contemptuous words.

And as the Golden King's words fell, the Golden Palace, which did not collapse in the aftermath of the battle that was more violent than nature's most violent natural disaster, burst out with unprecedented light, and layers of magic circles unfolded.

In an instant, the area where the Golden King's natural development did not have much suppressive effect was instantly enhanced a hundred times. In this area, all substances that were not under the command of the Golden King's will began to turn into gold.

Even Diablo's attack had a little golden luster, and it began to be eroded by the domain, and even wanted to attack Diablo in turn.

"It's really simple and pure. There is no sense of expectation in fighting with you."

There is no doubt about the strength of the Golden King, but his attacks are all majestic, without the slightest bit of femininity and cunning. If he can't be stopped, he will be crushed directly without any suspense, but if he can be stopped, he can complete the counter-kill.

In the past, there were no demigods in the Nine Realms who could fight against him. As for the gods, they would give him three points because of his father as the God of War. So until now, he has not met a suitable opponent. .

Until I met Diablo, a god hunter who had no taboos and acted recklessly!

Chapter 514 Wrath of the Gods

"It's really boring, there is no need to waste too much time on you, this battle can be over!"

Diablo took a step forward, and his body, which seemed to be comparable to the Golden King, instantly became huge, and his huge body reached the dome of the Golden Palace in an instant.

And this is actually a palace with a special artifact, but it only suppressed Diablo for a moment, and then fine cracks appeared on the dome, and then, the gorgeous dome burst into pieces instantly.

This divine palace, which even the Golden King was proud of, was damaged, and the divine formation that could increase his power also had a loophole.

Rumbling--

As the giant god-like existence stretched its body under the sky, the elements with a radius of thousands of miles became disordered. The turbulent flow suddenly changed the color of the originally clear sky, and the gloomy thunderclouds filled the sky. The meanders shine.

"This is, Quinn, and Freire, Lauren..."

The Golden King stood in the broken palace, looking up at the giant god who was giving him endless pressure in front of him. Even though he was as hard as him, his mind couldn't help but shake.

Because he recognized the aura of power overflowing from this giant god, which all came from the demigods he knew, all of them were excellent demigods who dominated one side and were famous far and wide, even the gods looked at him with admiration.

But looking at the situation now, the fate of these demigods is self-evident. Only after the demigod was hunted and killed by this god hunter can he seize the ability.

"How dare you? Do you know who their father is?"

Even the Golden King, who thought he was well-informed, was not shocked by Diablo's audacity at this time. The power that the demigod can inherit is less than one-tenth of his father's.

Even so, it is enough for them to gallop in the Nine Realms and act recklessly, and the strength of these demigods can also reflect the strength of their father or mother.

There used to be an example of a god who couldn't tell the winner, but decided the winner by giving birth to offspring.Demigods are not only the extension of the gods, but also the projection and manifestation of their power.

And this daring god hunter in front of him dared to hunt and kill those demigods whose combat power was in the first rank, which meant that he had offended the group of gods with the most powerful combat power in the Nine Realms.

He really could not have imagined that he had achieved this level, how could this madman escape? This is simply an inevitable end, a choice without the slightest hope.

"So what if you know, so what if you don't know, I don't care!"

Seeing the shocked demigod in front of him, Diablo caught his opening in an instant.Endless lightning flashed in his hand, and then turned into a thunder spear, forking towards the Golden King.

Runtu Cixi!

A strong man's thoughts affect his body, which in turn affects the world.Stimulating positive emotions can allow the strong to obtain the same effect as buffs in battle.

But negative emotions such as anger, sadness, and fear will affect the combat power. Of course, there are also strange things that can be used to increase the combat power, which is an exception.

"Do you think that if you took their power, you can also take mine? I'm different from those trash!"

But after all, he was a demigod who had been famous for a long time. He quickly adjusted his emotions and coordinated the strength of his whole body to meet the attack that was quite similar to the god king who ruled the Nine Realms.

Rumbling--

The spears intertwined with thunder stood in the shrine like pillars supporting the sky, endless arcs spread and spread in the shrine, countless runes were broken, and the earth trembled.

Shocking cracks appeared in the palace carved out of gold bricks and jade tiles, and this extremely luxurious artifact seemed to disintegrate under this blow.

But this artifact held up anyway, but its holding up also meant that the power of Diablo's blow was perfectly contained, not leaked out, and perfectly borne by the existence in it.

So, when Diablo lowered his head and forcibly tore apart the already indestructible dome of the temple, what he saw was a humanoid charcoal covered in scars and scorched by lightning strikes.

It can be seen that the golden king who is famous and even rules a country wants to say something, but Diablo doesn't intend to delay with him, there is no need for that.

The glazed fire and scarlet flames of the pure soul ignited and began to temper the flesh and soul of this demigod. This demigod, who relies on his parents to be strong and likes to overwhelm others, is under more powerful violence. , did not survive three rounds, and then lost cleanly.

Battles between gods and spirits are rarely so simple and straightforward. After all, with the existence of divine blood, everyone is almost an undead monster, but there is no way, the existence of hunting them has too much ability to restrain immortality.

"presumptuous!"

Just as Diablo took the divine blood crystal extracted from the body of the Golden King into his body to receive his power passed down to the God of War in the heavens, the voice of extreme rage echoed in the sky.

In the sky change caused by the disorder of the elements, nine radiances shined brightly, and even the sun could not cover up the divine light that pierced through the thick dark clouds.

One after another, majestic, majestic, mysterious, or charming and enchanting figures descended around Diablo, and the powerful fluctuations of divine power distorted the stability of the space.

They don't even need to do anything, their dissipated power will naturally interfere with the space, making it impossible for the people around them to use space means to escape as they wish.

"You are too slow!"

Seeing the detachment organized by the Nine Worlds Gods to capture him, Diablo let out a disdainful sneer, and then his back was developed into six-winged wings because of the continuous capture of the demigod's ability.

The huge figure as majestic as a mountain was shrouded in the gorgeous aurora, and then the huge body disappeared in place, turning into a ray of brilliance that permeated the sky and spread to the distant horizon.

Diablo didn't exist to fight these gods, and he was ready to run away just after meeting them, which is typical of shamelessness.

"This is the ability of Sheri, the God of Aurora!"

Seeing Diablo who escaped from their range of perception almost at the moment when his thoughts turned, the faces of the nine chasing gods all darkened.

"Siri doesn't even have such a fast speed!"

"Xi Rui didn't go so fast because his body was too weak to bear it!"

The God of Aurora, Ciri, belongs to the lowest existence among the gods. She only has a little sense of existence when the gods hold a banquet, because she is a performer at the banquet that activates all living beings, but after today, she will probably be was taken seriously.

The demigod divine power captured by Diablo is constantly accumulating and superimposed. Although it is not as good as the original owner, let alone those orthodox gods, the interweaving of such a large number of abilities produces an effect that is not as simple as one plus one greater than two.

Chapter 515

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we disturb; when the enemy is tired, we fight; when the enemy retreats, we pursue.

In the case of having a way to cover the bottom line, Yia Polo flew in the Nine Realms ruled by the gods, and gave full play to the combat thinking of guerrilla warfare, stirring up the Nine Realms. Of course, it was limited to demigods and gods level.

Diablo has never attacked the mortals. He hates massacres, and what he did actually made the mortals of the Nine Realms feel the peace that has not been seen for a long time.

Because the most famous and notorious group of demigods were basically regarded as prey by Diablo, and they were hunted wildly. Without the intervention of demigods, ordinary life would be much less stable.

The strong are the evil ones, who have no compassion and compassion, only care about their own enjoyment, and only know how to exploit the gods. When their number is reduced, it is undoubtedly a blessing for all beings in the world.

And such a group of gods is eventually rejected by the world. What is the difference between a group of high-level rulers who do not produce or lead the world's sentient beings forward, and moths?

Of course there is no difference, so the Shenmu, which created the Nine Realms, began to breed "pesticides" by itself, but it was destroyed by moths during the brewing process, but it could recruit "woodpeckers" from outside.

Diablo can also be regarded as a "woodpecker" for repelling insects on the Shenmu, but the group of moths he pecked at were only the weakest, but he was indeed quite active, active enough to attract the attention of Shenmu's will.

"God blasphemer, let's see where you are going to escape today!"

The angry scolding sound echoed between the heaven and the earth, and the endless divine light permeated the sky, with countless threads, covering hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, turning into a colossal magic circle covering a world.

Although most of the gods don't care about the demigod offspring who are accidentally conceived for their own pleasure, but no matter how you say it, the existence of these offspring also represents their face.

The death of one, two or even a dozen demigods is not a big deal. It is not a big deal if the demigods form alliances with each other, form different camps, attack each other, and cause hundreds of demigods to die. Big things, it doesn't matter.

But when there is an existence that targets demigods, hunts them as prey, and seizes their most essential parts, this is a completely different nature. This is a provocation to the gods who rule the nine worlds, and this is contempt for them authority and trample on their dignity.

Therefore, the gods who felt that their majesty was offended united together, and according to the will of the god king, they built an unprecedented magic circle that could cover one world, intending to capture the madman who had many ways to escape.

Then he lowered the wrath of the gods and let him know how miserable the fate of provoking the gods is...it should have been like this.

Rule the Nine Realms and possess undisputed hegemony. When such a protoss mobilizes part of their power to capture an individual existence, there will never be any accidents. When such a decision is made, the result is already doomed.

But fate is impermanent. Even the protoss who think they have mastered their fate and have insight into the future cannot predict all changes, especially variables from outside the void.

As a result, the existence that had already turned into an aurora, but still could not escape the wrath of the gods, was about to be captured, and suddenly disappeared under a burst of blue light that filled the sky and the earth.

As a result, the figures of the gods appeared in the sky and the earth one after another, revealing their dharma appearances that were as ethereal as clouds and mist, or as towering as divine mountains.

"Who can tell me what's going on? How did he escape?"

"370 Two gods teamed up, but they couldn't catch a madman who wantonly slaughtered our children!"

"Analyze his methods. If we fail to catch him next time, we will become the laughing stock of our fellow clansmen."

"We've become a laughing stock."

"What is the method then?"

Some gods asked and scolded angrily, but all the gods shook their heads one after another.

"can not tell."

"My knowledge is bad!"

No god is willing to say the reason, even if it is a little guesswork, he is unwilling to say it.

With the passage of long years, the gods standing at the top of the Nine Realms basically have nothing to confuse them, and everything in the world is unfolding to them.

But now these gods shook their heads in unison, saying that they didn't know, but it's not that they didn't know, they just didn't dare to say it.

They are not fools, the gods have already found out the origin of the world they live in, they are very clear about how their world was conceived, and they also know that what they have done over the years has caused dissatisfaction with the mother who conceived them.

But even if they knew, the gods were unwilling to change.Even if they knew that what they did was wrong and would cause a vast catastrophe one day, the gods were unwilling to correct it.

There is no particular reason, it's just because they are used to the offerings of the Nine Realms and Ten Thousand Races, and they are used to this extravagant life.

The gods know what to do is right, bend down, lower their bodies, teach all races, lead all living beings, and create a sacred land where all living beings have no suffering and no disaster.

However, the gods were unwilling because they were too tired.Moreover, it is not necessary, all the races in the Nine Realms only need to enshrine them, admire them, and love them, that is enough.

"come back!"

A sigh sounded in the ears of the gods who didn't know how to proceed to the next step, so they, who were also accustomed to being ordered by the master of this voice, returned to the pure land of the kingdom of God they jointly created.

"His Majesty!"

After the return of the gods, they gathered in front of the throne of the god king of the Nine Realms. These gods looked at this one-eyed old man with gray hair and even lost one eye with admiration, love, and worship.

"I will be in charge of catching the criminal who killed the child, so you don't have to chase him anymore. You won't be able to catch him."

When the king of gods opened his mouth, none of the gods objected, and when they retreated, powerful gods stepped out of the void. The powerful divine power intertwined into fields, rivaling the aura of the king of gods.

"I thought that you would be able to disintegrate Ragnarok after seeing fate, but now it seems that even if you intervened and paid such a heavy price, it still did not change the established final outcome."

"I was indeed wrong, I was too arrogant, but everything I did was not completely wrong, my intervention changed the original ending."

"But the ending is still the same, the gods fall, and you are among them!"

"This is just a prophecy. When it comes to that point, I won't be nostalgic. I'll just take the children and leave here. In a world with so many voids, isn't there a place suitable for us to settle down?"

Chapter 516

Boundless, without end, endless chaotic energy surged, Diablo stood in it, and in front of him was a wall that could not be seen even with the utmost vision.

"..."

The God Hunter silently looked at the wooden barrier in front of him, the environment around him, and the faintly visible branches above his head. He guessed what was standing in front of him.