Lord of the Holy Light of Pirates

Banner was a little overwhelmed when he saw the tall and thin figure appearing in front of him, and a sense of fear arose in his heart.

It's not that he saw how powerful the opponent was. Banner, who had not yet completed his job transfer, was just a slightly smarter ordinary person who didn't know anything about a little momentum and pressure.

But even so, he was afraid, not because of anything else but the fear transmitted from the beast in his body.

That's right, Tony, who had always moved forward bravely, actually retreated. In other words, the appearance of the opponent directly made Hulk lose his fighting spirit.

"My name is the Chaos Ghost God, Ozma. I am the one who has risen from the dead and crawled out of hell to take revenge on the world." The man grinned in an arc and spoke to Banner while slowly approaching, while Banner subconsciously of retreat.

"Oh, even a person like you wants to defeat the blood curse and gain the power from it." Ozma laughed sarcastically, "A person like you is not even qualified to become a pretender."

After saying that, he teleported and disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared, he was already behind Banner, and his clawed right hand directly grabbed Banner's shoulder.

"But a body like this is worth using, right?"

After saying that, the terrifying right hand on Banner's shoulder suddenly released a burst of black energy, eroding Banner's body at an extremely fast speed.

Banner's face became more and more horrified, and he clearly felt that all bodies that had been eroded by the black power had lost consciousness.

I couldn't feel their existence at all, as if they had been taken away.

As soon as such an idea appeared, the look of horror in Banner's eyes became even more intense. He saw his uncontrollable hands actually moving.

"Oh, your body is not as weak as you thought. It is even unexpectedly powerful." Ozma's face showed a hint of joy, which accelerated the erosion of black energy.

In just one moment, black energy filled Dr. Banner's body. Banner closed his eyes in despair, with an expression of reluctance on his face.

At this moment, a white light actually broke through the black sky and shone on Banner and Ozma.

Under this burst of white light, the black light that corroded Banner's body faded like a tide. Banner also opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the body that had regained consciousness.

But Ozma didn't feel so good. This white holy light was a fatal poison to him.

Just for a moment when his body was irradiated, the surface of his body seemed to be burned by extremely high temperatures, and traces of white smoke were revealed.

Ozma's expression changed, and she exclaimed, leaping back a step, and then staring at the black sky with great vigilance.

A man with white wings spread out like an angel slowly descended to the ground.

"It's you, that's great." Banner was a little scared. He actually hid behind Roy. He felt the powerful power of Roy, like warm sunshine, like the light of salvation thrown by the gods into the mortal world.

A look of surprise appeared on Ozma's face.

"It's you, no, no, what's going on?" Ozma said in a confused tone, seeming to be caught in some tangled emotions.

At this moment, Roy took a step forward. However, this seemingly ordinary step caused huge changes in this black and white world.

I saw the foot he stepped out as the center, and an invisible force spread out. Under the influence of this force, the world regained its color.

Brown earth, orange flames, bright red blood, everything is dyed with its own color. This world is embodied by Ozma's blood curse, and Roy can easily modify it.

"You seem to still be questioning," Roy said softly, "Then, do you believe everything you see with your eyes, Ozma?"

After saying that, suddenly, thousands of silver lights splashed out from Roy's body, like silver snakes dancing wildly. As these silver snakes spread, many cracks appeared in the surrounding air, the space began to break, and a surge A storm of airflow surged in this space.

Roy stood in the storm, smiling, and suddenly raised his right hand high.

"It's just an illusory space."

Amidst the whistling sound, a bright and dazzling light burst out from under his palm. The light was extremely dazzling and at the same time very cold, as if it could destroy everything.

click

After this flash of white light, the entire space was split into two.

Roy took another step forward, and then, the space that had become two halves shattered into countless small fragments and disappeared into nothing.

The entire space turned into endless white without any substantial form, returning to the origin.

"This, this is impossible, you can't be him, and how could he have such a powerful power?" Ozma looked at Roy with eyes full of awe and disbelief, not at all the calm look he had at first.

"You are right, Ozma. Of course I am not him. I am a more powerful being than him. Let you experience this long-lost power of creation."

After speaking, Roy's white robe danced without the wind, and his short black hair stood upright. Under the gazes of Ozma and Banner, he stretched out a finger and tapped lightly in the void.

Circles of invisible ripples appeared in the space. At this moment, the space seemed to have stopped.

Banner only felt that everything around him slowed down and the air froze until he was frozen to death.

Ozma felt an extremely terrifying force, like two sledgehammers, attacking him from the left and right, and then squeezing him crazily.

His body began to twist and deform, but Ozma still did not lose consciousness. The apostle's powerful body functions still kept him awake, even though his body was distorted.

"It's you, it's you, Caruso, I finally found you." Ozma laughed loudly. His laughter seemed very weak, but it contained a hint of heartfelt joy and ecstasy.

Roy shook his head helplessly: "I told you, I'm not him."

As he said that, Roy held his hand in the void, and the long-lost Ashbringer appeared again in his hand, "I hate people who can't listen to words the most, like you, who can't communicate."

As he spoke, Roy flicked the Ashbringer in his hand, and the golden holy light sword energy swept towards Ozma in front.

"Hahaha, I won't," Ozma said. The golden sword energy had arrived, and his body first split into two halves, and then turned into black mist and dissipated.