818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"It's time for me to fight."

When Proser received the news that the demons were re-sealed and ten new dark gods were selected, he had the consciousness to leave the light source.

"I wish you victory and return."

Ebra, who was waiting in front of the temple gate, lowered his head consciously when he saw his figure, his tone full of deep expectation.

When the Supreme God of Light left the Light Source Heaven, people would have the illusion that the perennially dark light in the Light Source Heaven was taken away by him.

Such scenes are happening on the different battlefields that Prosser went to.

"Damn it, it's finally done!"

Tiira swears with a beautiful face, the blood of these demons made her clothes unwearable.

"Whoosh-"

A long sword flew over and pierced the undead demon behind Tiira.

Dismona snorted coldly, "You are still so negligent on the battlefield, if you want to die, I will give you a ride."

Tiira was so angry that veins popped out of her forehead.

"How are you doing over there?"

On the other side of the battlefield, Arnold had at least ten high-level demon heads pinned to his waist, and there were still corpses piled up into a mountain under his feet. He wiped the blood from his face and asked seriously.

Alvin and Elaine performed divine spells to purify the earth polluted by the blood of the devil, nodded and said, "No problem, leave the rest to us."

"Hey, you have to be distracted!"

In the sky, Keye, who hated his younger brother, angrily helped the God of Prophecy to block the attack of the evil god.

Hey was unmoved by the fierce gaze of the God of Destiny. As soon as he raised his hand, countless mysterious divine patterns appeared around him, and quickly spread out ten or a hundred layers, covering the surrounding area close to a kilometer.

"boom--!"

The gods who were fighting were caught off guard by the strong wind. They saw a white beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth suddenly exploded from a distance. The extreme light could blind people, but the most powerful thing was the rapidly expanding divine power Pressed into a terrifying god-level forbidden spell.

It took Ke Yi a while to open his eyes. The place he could see was scorched earth, and the way he looked at Hui suddenly changed.

"When did you steal His Majesty's trick?"

Hui said with a sneer: "Your Majesty gave this to me." Then he put away the artifact belonging to the god of the sky, and lazily added: "Although such a huge power can only be manipulated when using the seal of the god. "

"Damn mental retardation!"

Ke Yi has nothing to say to the prostitute Hui.

At the lively moment of the end of the war, the master of the world is heading to his own battlefield.

Prosser walked towards the center of the blood moon step by step, and there was a small river formed by blood flowing out from there.

"pat-"

Prosser walked with a blank expression.

"pat-"

The footsteps stepped on the stump of the evil god or the order camp.

"pat-"

He raised his head, meeting the gaze looking at him from above.

The corners of his mouth hooked up, and Angus threw away the demon corpse that was dripping blood in his hand, and jumped down lightly.

"Long time no see, my... Prosser."

He rolled over the syllables of the three words Prosser vaguely with his tongue and teeth before uttering them.

Prosser didn't talk nonsense with him at all, 36 white feathers stretched out on the spot, and he stepped away from the land dripping with an unknown amount of blood, the powerful divine light was purifying the high sky.

"I came here to kill you."

His tone was murderous.

In the eyes of the other party, he is a shining figure, completely insoluble in the purity of this filthy land. Angus is satisfied with Prosser's holy posture, but at the same time, he is mixed with not obvious hatred.

"You look so pretty."

The beauty of the Supreme God of Light is known to everyone in the world.

But... "I like you better when you're stained with blood."

Angus's taste is more discerning.

"The black wings look good, wait, the blood-colored ones are also good? And that blond hair, huh? It's more pleasing to the eye if it's black like mine. By the way, the blue eyes are a little darker. Just think about it and I can't hold it!"

As he spoke, his head tilted as if he had no spine, and he said in a flat tone, "Catch you and turn you into this amazing look!"

Prosser looked down at him and said coldly, "I refuse."

"Don't say that..." Angus spread his hands, his face was full of unhappiness, but immediately this appearance turned into an afterimage.

That was a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the sound of the sword unsheathing could not be chased, only the crackling sound of two divine swords clashing.

"Hahahahahaha, how about you just satisfy me?"

Angus came to Prosser in an instant and sent a fierce attack. He laughed and slashed his white light holy sword, and shouted coquettishly: "Come on, come on, let me do it? You see , you will become even more beautiful!"

Prosser frowned to block the blade that turned into the speed of light, and with his eyesight, he could only chase the white light that reached the blade.

"I reject."

"Ahhh!!! Don't reject me!"

"Shhh-!!"

The blade rubbed against each other to make harsh noises. Angus' arm strength was very strong, so now he easily suppressed Prosser's sword skills.

He lowered his head and said to Prosser in a voice almost whispering: "I will hate you if you do this."

The breath from the other party's mouth blew onto Prosser's forehead, he turned the white light holy sword indifferently in his hand, and quickly stabbed back, drawing a bright arc like moonlight in the bloody sky.

Seeing this, Angus backed away immediately.

A blow drove him back, and Prosser's eyes showed deep disgust.

"You pervert."

"I'm a pervert!"

Angus tilted his head excitedly, "Everyone calls me a pervert, but you are the best, so let's yell more!~"

Prosser got goosebumps all over his body from the shock.

"You can die!"

For the first time, I didn't want to say anything, I just wanted to kill the other party!

Prosser has always had a bad habit. He loves to move his mouth when he can't move his hands, so he often seems to be very talkative.

But no matter how chatty people are, when they encounter the greatest nemesis in this life, they will only want to hack him to death.

With a flap of wings, his figure turned into an illusion faster than light. At this time, the white light holy sword was wrapped with hot sun flames, and aimed at Angus' neck precisely.

"oops!"

This was originally a sword that no one could dodge, but Angus's screaming voice revealed a deep smile, and his figure appeared from another direction in an instant.

Wiping off the blood on his face, although the space transfer was very fast and skillful, the speed of that blow still hurt him.

Prosser clicked his tongue, as if he regretted not cutting off his neck directly.

Angus liked Prosser's ruthless attitude very much, licked his own blood on his fingers, and stared at him without blinking.

"You make me miss you more and more."

"Although I knew about your problem before, I still want to say, can you go away?"

Angus was hit by such deep disgust, but he is a pervert, and his tolerance is naturally at the pervert level.

He quickly regained his spirit with the speed that Proser hated, and leveled up with full blood.

"Hahahahaha, Prosser, I love you! I love you so much that I want to be one with you!!!"

Opening his arms, he loudly called out the power of the blood moon.

"Give it to me! This endless curse!"

A series of red threads drawn from the river under his feet and the surrounding space wrapped around his body, and quickly turned into a battle armor and a divine weapon.

So far, the guy has clearly not been serious before.

Prosser was displeased at being so underestimated, so he swung the holy sword as well, with a bright white light emitting from his forehead, his body was quickly covered with a silver armor, and their weapons interlaced together in the field of minutes and seconds at the same time.

Angus' eyes burning with bloody flames flashed with excitement, his dark armor was covered with oozing bloody lines, and the moonlight and the blood on the ground were all attracted to his feet, chasing after his footsteps like a subject .

"Don't let me down, play nice with me!"

His weapon is a huge epee, which is also bloody on the surface, as if there is deep hatred swimming inside.

The broad and heavy blade is covered with dense lines of gods, and it is now supporting Proser's holy sword.

After a chuckle, Angus quickly twisted the edge of his sword, and the situation was reversed immediately. The slender holy sword seemed vulnerable under the epee.

Seeing that the edge of the white light holy sword was pressed deeper and deeper, and was about to aim at his own neck, Prosser frowned deeply.

Her long golden hair, which was close to silver white, floated behind her head, and her eyes were filled with bright and pure golden light.

Angus' eyes were stabbed by the explosive force of Prosser's body, causing him to shed blood and tears.

With the holy sword in his hand, he exudes powerful divine power to kill evil gods, and his whole body is covered with top-level weapons formed by the concept of light.

In an instant, the blade of the sword tore through the space, and the hand that swung the holy sword did not hesitate, and the divine armor radiated light like a broken star, amplifying the divine power tenfold again.

"This is not a game..."

He opened the suppressed Evil God's epee vigorously, and a strand of hair flew to his mouth following the battle.

Proser's eyes sank into the killing intent that had been brewed for thousands of years, he said coldly.

"This is a fight!"

After he finished speaking, Angus, who was repelled, attacked with unconcealed excitement.

"That's it! That's it! That's it!"

Angus yelled in an extremely fast voice amidst the constant neighing and fighting of weapons.

"Kill me seriously, kill me, that's what you want! It's how you kill your friends from the past that make you so attractive!"

"Hahaha, those ruthless eyes, those contemptuous eyes, this cold look!"

"That's how it should be! Prosser, that's how you should be!"

Angus suddenly opened the holy sword that Prosser was resisting, aimed at his stomach and stabbed him, while roaring.

"Don't be a god of light, fall with me, and play freely in this world!"

"Zizzi-!"

The magic sword slashed across Prosser's defense, and the two different forces resisted each other, making harsh sounds.

Prosser snorted and quickly backed away.

Angus immediately caught up, his expression full of madness.

"Thousands of thousands of years and tens of thousands of years are not allowed to leave the God Realm. For the balance of light and darkness, you can only stay on that god's seat and never leave. Such a dull life is not suitable for you at all!"

Prosser continued to fly high into the sky, with Angus gnawing at his back behind him.

"Prosser!"

Such a loud cry stopped Prosser from continuing to flee. He stopped, turned his head, and met Angus' eyes.

This crazy, weird, unpredictable guy, who has never made people guess his mind, now speaks deeply with an expression that can be understood at a glance.

"That doesn't suit you, so I'm here to greet you."