818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

When the news of Mushui God's death was handed over to Proser, the Sky God was almost scared to death by the gloomy expression of the God King.

Prosser: "You go back."

When the God of Color walked out of the light source sky and looked at the clear color of the sky, only then did he realize that he was alive, and then he ran back to his master.

Damn, God King is too scary, whoever tells me that the Supreme God is as beautiful as a flower and has the color of dividing the three thousand worlds equally, he will kill him desperately!

The God of Sky, who had been severely baptized by Proser's killing intent, knelt down and licked the Lord of Sky when he returned home, which made Yidi baffled.

And Prosser, who stood alone in the light source and frightened the restless world, rubbed his temples. Because of the relationship between evil gods and demons, the mortal world is full of dirty breath, and some gods with thoughts are also ready to move. At this critical moment, he must Stay here.

He lowered his head again, glanced at the four characters of Mushui God, and raised his hand to erase his name.

But a traitorous guy.

Prosser thought coldly, there are too many battle reports these days, too complicated, whether it is the evil gods on the side of the God of the Sky, or the demons on the side of the God of the Earth, all disasters are coming, and the manpower of the God Realm is obvious. Not enough to allocate.

Ebra sincerely reminded from his side: "Your Majesty, if this continues, we will easily be caught by the loopholes in our hands."

"I know."

Prosser rubbed his forehead with a headache, didn't he come yet?

at this time……

"Your Majesty! A foreign god appears on the battlefield of the abyss!"

"Your Majesty, gods from other worlds have appeared on the sky battlefield!"

Two urgent voices from God began to sound from outside the temple.

"It looks like it's here!"

When Prosser patted the armrest of the seat, he almost doubted his ability to get what he wanted.

Hades looked at his bright eyes, and looked away calmly.

Zeus was standing in the realm of the sky god, looking at the group of evil gods on the opposite side with displeasure, "Why is this place so chaotic? The rules also look very violent."

Apollo continued: "It should be the relationship between the intersection of the two worlds." He looked at the violent red light leaking from behind the opposite vortex, "It seems that these fallen gods come from a place that is not easy to mess with."

"Tsk, it's not easy to mess with, is it not easy to mess with me?"

It was rare for Zeus to talk to his son so calmly. With a wave of his hand, the theocracy of order that belonged to Hades appeared in his hands.

"This is... the Thunder Scepter!"

Apollo originally wanted to say the theocracy of order, but before spitting it out, he changed it to the scepter of thunder, because he found that the rules on the scepter had changed.

"Come on, feel the fury of Thunder!"

When the scepter hit the empty sky, it seemed to fall to the ground, making a sound that shocked the battlefield.

"Boom-rumble--"

Lei Ting's stout figure like a giant python subverted the battle situation in an instant.

Seeing that Zeus had already made the first move, Apollo pointed the golden bow in his hand at the highest-ranking evil god, pulled the bowstring, and looked across the other side with a feeling.

Angus rested his chin and looked at the blond Apollo thoughtfully, "It looks a lot like Prosser." He completely ignored the opponent's gesture.

The bowstring was shot, and the light arrows turned into rain of arrows falling from the sky, drowning Angus' next words.

"But there are too many like Prosser."

The smoke and dust that blocked the line of sight dissipated, and the aftermath of the divine power was still hurting the gods who were too late to dodge, but the person Apollo wanted to attack had disappeared.

"Did you escape?"

Apollo whispered cautiously.

Scanning his surroundings, Hera, Athena and other gods were still fighting against the evil gods, but the figure that made him feel dangerous no longer appeared in his field of vision.

Apollo pursed his lips to avoid the attack on him. The battlefield was not suitable for him to continue thinking. He picked up his weapon and went into battle again.

The Lord of the Sky didn't change his face when he received the news from Prosser, and nodded slightly to show that he understood.

But when Ebra left, Yi Di showed a surprised look, and then turned into a natural one.

This former companion has always had many supporters, but it is a bit unimaginable that he can invite gods from other worlds to help him.

"Prosser, the battle is at a stalemate, what are you going to do?"

Yi Di was playing with the piece of golden crystal that Prosser had sent at the beginning, almost talking to himself in a low tone.

The same scene happened in the sky realm is the camp of the god of the earth, Pixiu and Prosser have not so much relationship, he is a completely neutral camp, so when the god of foreign lands appears, his reaction is not as happy as Yi Di Seeing what happened, he frowned deeply.

"Master, there is news from His Majesty the God King."

"Throw it away."

"what?"

The subordinates were baffled.

Pixiu snorted coldly, he was too lazy to read the guy's explanation.

"I don't trust any gods except my subordinates!"

This is the tough style of the God of the Earth, that is, this strength, which has become the cornerstone of the stability of the God Realm.

"The god of foreign lands can come to help us, it seems that Prosser has given him a lot of benefits." Pixiu's deep marks on the brows were further tightened, "Don't let me know that the conditions he promised are too ridiculous!"

His subordinates lowered their eyebrows and listened to the boss's cruel and domineering judgment of the God King, and silently complained in their hearts.

If you want to know, you should read His Majesty's message!Doing this look is simply arrogance in reverse.

Pixiu didn't know that his loyal subordinates had equated him with awkwardness, so he flung his cloak and walked out of the temple, ready to kiss him on the battlefield.

For the God of the Earth, personally being in battle is the correct way to lead the Gods of the Earth.

Then Poseidon and the others who were helping out saw a god with his nostrils upturned, but who gave off an iron-blooded attitude, and dealt a powerful blow to the demon who had escaped from the abyss.

"Don't stop, wash them away!"

Pixiu let out a roar, as if a huge force from the depths of the earth had exploded.

All of a sudden, the ground criss-crossed, a huge gap opened, and some demons were caught off guard and fell into the bottomless earth ditch.

"Hey, this guy is too scary."

Hermes rubbed his face, the whole person was petrified.

Poseidon smiled, "Really? I really appreciate it." He said, sweeping at the other party's straight back and buttocks.

Pixie shuddered on the spot.

Hermes lights the wax for the god of the earth.

"The chess pieces are slowly gathering, is the king going to play next?"

Angus hugged his legs and shook them, his bright red tongue licked the corners of his lips, and he smiled extremely excitedly.

"Come on, come on, I can't wait!"

At the same time, Prosser crossed his hands on his forehead, feeling a bad feeling.

"It's going to look bad this time."

"what happened?"

The sudden appearance of the voice made Prosser a little confused for a while, and then he realized after seeing those quiet and cold eyes, that only Hades can be here at this time.

"No, I found a little trouble."

Prosser also wanted to divert the topic as before.

"If it's just a small trouble, why don't you smile?"

This time Hades didn't let him fool him.

Prosser was taken aback by the words.

Seeing that the confusion on his face deepened, Hades didn't really know why, so he was silent for a moment, and gradually approached him until he came to him, lowered his head, and lifted Proser's jaw, so that he could see him clearly in his eyes.

Being lifted up by such a strong force for the first time, Prosser subconsciously frowned and looked back at Hades, but because of this, he saw himself clearly in Hades' eyes.

The skin between the eyebrows was tightly wrinkled, irritability and annoyance were hidden in the beautiful blue eyes, and the tightly pursed lips outlined a stiff arc.

No matter what kind of situation he encounters, he can keep calm and calm, but has he lost his composure to this extent?

Prosser touched his face, sighed, and smiled again.

"Hades, my fault."

Obviously, the combat strength is so abundant, and the arrangement he made has restrained the opponent to death. Now he only needs to walk in front of that person and kill him, but why is he so annoyed?

I should not be so easily shaken.

"I said," Hades said seriously, covering the back of Prosser's hand, "if you want, you can rely on me."

Prosser was taken aback, bit his lower lip and turned his head.

"It's different this time."

Hades said happily: "I'll wait for you to tell me."

Prosser: "..."

Sighing, Prosser spoke in a compromised manner.

"I used to be an evil god, and so was Angus. Unlike me, Angus is a powerful ancient god, and if he wanted to, he would not fall at all, but he voluntarily became an evil god."

Prosser calmly talked about how the other party recovered his memory and how they divided things.

"Actually, Angus was a little strange for a while, and there were a lot of disharmony in the harmonious and friendly team of three."

After he finished speaking, his expression was unknowingly disappointed. He calmed down and continued: "When we parted ways, Angus once asked me if I wanted to go with him, but I refused. My goal is The supreme god of light, not some chaotic evil god."

In his memory, that was one of the few times when Angus' expression was not so scary.

His demeanor became very complicated in an instant. Obviously, he thought of their future hostile position before himself, but he was still too naive to see the twisted excitement hidden deep in the complexity.

"Angus's actions generally have two purposes. One is to let me go to him, which is the message he sent from the hall that day, and the other is to torture me, kill me, and make me despair."

Speaking of this, Proser paused, and said helplessly: "That twisted guy likes this kind of thing the most."

Hades raised his eyebrows: "I can't pretend I didn't hear it."

Prosser turned his head and met Hades' indifferent eyes, and he also found anger towards Angus from this expressionless handsome face, and his depressed mood immediately improved. He shrugged and said: "Don't worry, listen to me."

Hades nodded, took Prosser's palm and played with it.

"He hates me."

Prosser pondered for a moment, and expressed the views that had been suppressed in his heart for many years, as if he was talking about the murderous intentions of his former companions towards him.

"He always wants to kill me. Even if I degenerate and become an evil god, it's just showing the expression he wants to see."

Prosser smiled helplessly, "In the final analysis, he just wants me to despair."

Hades looked at him silently, leaned down, and kissed his lips, Prosser took the kiss in surprise.

He looked at Prosser who closed his eyes, thinking in his heart.

This kind of feeling doesn't look like hatred, it should be...

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Angus yelled boredly, and suddenly attracted the attention of many order camp gods.

He randomly appeared on the battlefield of the God of the Earth, and immediately disappeared into the abyss. He even had enough energy in this tragic battle, and ran to the domain of the God of the Sky to watch the god who was similar to Prosser .

Angus showed his strength unscrupulously, and at the same time he vented his boredom in an unusually twisted way.

The glossy black nails were reflected by the five dark divine power spheres with red streaks appearing in the palm.

The same means that Prosser blew up Mount Olympus.

After getting ready, Angus jokingly threw it to the battlefield below.

Soaring bombing, tumbling flames, engulfing black light.

Whether it is the enemy or the friend, they have become stumps.

He evoked a distorted smile amidst this powerful explosion, and shouted.

"I love you! Prosser! Hahahahahaha!!!"

The nervous laughter was swallowed up by explosions and flames, and only those bloody eyes that were abnormally bright became the source of fear for the living god.