818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"This is... egg hatching!"

Prosser frowned. Due to the completely different relationship between the rules of the ancient gods and the new gods, each of them has some tricks in their hands, and this egg he had heard from the oldest immortal among the gods of death. .

"No decomposition, no filtering, general absorption of the power of the rules in the world, and finally it will turn into a newborn egg that beats like a heart. This can give a seriously injured god an extra life, but don't think it's a good thing. For the god that emerges from the egg is already a monster."

His eyes sank, he didn't expect Angus to have such a trick.

Prosser swung the holy sword again, and dozens of blades of cold light flashed, intersecting and intersecting on the surface of the egg shell without leaving a trace, instead making the originally smooth and flat surface more pulsating like meridians. rise.

"Is this the only way to look at it?"

Unwilling to reconcile, Prosser raised his power of light again, and all the beliefs from all over the world were taken away by him.

Such a large-scale reduction in the power of faith has caused individual gods to notice the blood-colored brilliance at the highest place in the God Realm.

"Has the God King started a war with that guy?"

The God of Twilight spread his hands, "Forget it, it's none of my business whoever dies..."

"So you think so."

The god of twilight, Mupheus, who was pressed against his neck by the artifact, made a sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The adjutant who was supposed to be waiting for the return of the God of Light on the day of light source said with a cold face: "The traitor of the God of Light, besides the God of Mushui, there is also you, a fish that slipped through the net."

"So is your adjutant coming to deal with me?"

The figure of the God of Twilight was illusory for a while. He turned into Twilight at dusk and appeared outside Ebra's attack range. He took off his hat and said gentlemanly: "Please allow me to exit, my master is facing a crisis."

"The battle between the master and the master is not for the servant to intervene."

The response to Murphys was Ebra's divine power to cut off the opponent's communication time and space with one blow.

Seeing that the road was destroyed, Mufis narrowed his eyes in danger, "Ahhhhh, this makes me angry."

"It's the same for me, Mufis," Ebra said indifferently, mentioning the treasure of life that is very similar to Prosser's white light sword but absolutely different: "I am also very unhappy with your betrayal of His Majesty."

Murphys raised his lips, "I admit that His Majesty is very attractive, but the blood moon hanging alone in the sky is more attractive to me."

Ebra waved the treasure, and the condensed eyes were deeply suppressed anger, emitting the aftermath of a volcanic eruption.

"Is this your last words?"

"No, it should be a greeting for the declaration of war," Murphys smiled, and countless grotesque artifacts and unrecognizable creatures emerged from the top hat he took off. He said happily, "These are all evil gods hatching The monsters that turned into monsters and the artifacts they used, I hope you can leave behind a whole corpse that will be cherished by His Majesty under their attack."

"Without further ado."

It was also the first time that Ebra seriously mentioned the treasure of life. This always gentle God of life showed the same killing intent as his majesty.

Prosser attacked the egg no less than a thousand times, but the egg only became more and more active, without any sign of weakness, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Angus, are you going to continue hiding?"

As expected, there was no response.

He sighed, wondering if he could just wait like this?But he heard a slight sound coming from the egg, he looked at it immediately, and found that the shell of the egg was still so intact, as if what he felt just now was an illusion.

"Wrong perception?" Prosser was thinking, but the egg started to glow red.

Flickering, flickering, as if the energy was gathered to the extreme, a small gap opened from the top of the egg shell, and then extended to the entire egg body.

"Crack-"

With a crisp sound, an exceptionally white and slender hand stretched out, and Angus struggled out of the reborn egg liquid in the shape of a scarlet demon king.

From the waist down, it was covered in blood, and from the waist up, it was not naked. There was no trace of the previous wound healed, only the perfect texture shone with a jade-like luster.

The ferocious black lines covered the left heart from the shoulder blades, and then there was the scarlet eyeliner on the corners of the eyes that seemed to be branded.

Angus opened his mouth, a row of sharp teeth let out a creepy laugh.

"Hahahahahaha, good evening, Prosser."

Prosser ignored his latest look, and said indifferently: "I've said it before, you use the wrong method of expressing emotions with laughter."

"is it?"

Angus, who was completely naked, appeared behind him in a blink of an eye, lifted Prosser's hair hanging from his shoulders, and kissed him.

"But I like it that way."

Prosser frowned, and the holy sword pierced under his arm with his backhand, Angus let the sword sink into his chest without dodging or avoiding.

"Aren't you going to hide?"

"Don't hide."

Prosser raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Angus tilted his head and thought about it. During the time he was thinking, Prosser's hair slipped from between his fingers, and he seemed to have finally found the answer, and put on a refreshing smile.

"Because I don't hate it."

"abnormal."

Prosser flew directly to a high place, and the energy of the light was concentrated by him to bombard.

He saw energy balls like little suns being gathered together, as if the power of thousands of forbidden spells was blasted towards Angus mercilessly.

"Boom—"

It was as if the whole world trembled under the wrath of the Most High God.

Under Prosser's vigilant gaze, the dust and smoke of divine power dissipated, revealing Angus who was torn apart, with only a few muscles supporting half of his head.

"It's so fierce."

Angus uttered these words indistinctly, the muscles on his body began to grow rapidly, and after a while he returned to his appearance before being bombed.

Prosser frowned even more.

Angus moved his shoulders, looked around Wuhuai and said, "Fortunately, you are fighting in my domain, otherwise, even the God Realm will be mostly destroyed by your move, right?"

Prosser: "Angus, you finally turned into a monster."

Angus paused, tilted his head to look at him behind him, his facial features seemed to turn into black holes under the blood moon.

"I thought you should have known."

Prosser tightened her elegant lip lines and said nothing.

……

"Finally put the evil god back!"

Several main gods looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

For some reason, the blood moon, which had been powerful since its appearance, suddenly weakened a lot. It was only then that Key, Hey, and Alvin found the right time to seal the door to the evil god's arrival again.

"Then it will be up to His Majesty."

Alvin wiped his sweat and said seriously: "Hey, Keye, have you seen the result?"

Key and Hui looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, Hui said, "Fate is messed up."

Alvin stopped wiping his sweaty hands, and his face turned pale instantly, "What did you say?"

Keye pursed her lips tightly, "Your Majesty's opponent... is a terrifying guy who can twist fate. To be honest, I'm a little worried."

Alvin: "..."

Arnold, who had just arrived here, heard the conversation of these people, and couldn't help but give these three brainpower three fists, until they beat them until they screamed.

The God of Victory said speechlessly, "Are you idiots? Just trust His Majesty at this time."

Keye blinked, feeling that there really was a fool who needed a rectum at this time.

Alvin exhaled, and seemed to agree with Arnold's statement.

Hui shook his head, "Arnold, you are too violent."

"Sorry," Arnold scratched his head in embarrassment, he was also impatient just now.

"I will file a complaint when His Majesty returns."

Hui gestured a big cross in front of him, as if emphasizing that he would retaliate, making the others laugh.

Apollo and Athena looked at this group of Proser's followers, and found that it was really in the same style as Proser.

The guys who come out of the eggs are generally monsters, because they have no soul, no godhead, and they are just flesh and blood to continue life.

As a result, no matter how Prosser attacked, Angus would bear it without blinking an eye, and made all kinds of ambiguous little moves as if he was playing with him.

"Prosser, you're too much, it hurts me every time you kill me."

Angus, who was fried into minced meat again, and the pieces of meat squirmed into a human form, blinked and said very patiently.

Prosemo paused for a moment, then replied speechlessly: "Do you think I came here just to be played by you?"

Angus said innocently, "Isn't that so?"

Prosser frowned: "I said, I'm here to kill you."

Angus said with a good temper: "Haven't I been killed by you many times?"

"Angus..."

"Yes."

"We should never meet again."

"what?"

Angus was startled, and he didn't know whether he was shocked by Prosser's words, or by the scene in front of him.

"Prosser, you can't do this!"

After being amazed, it was the first time he yelled so aggrieved.

Because Prosser no longer confines his divine power to the wings, but melts the wings and turns himself into light.

"You will die! You will disappear!"

Angus shouted so loudly.

Integrating oneself into the rules is one of the ways of sacrifice. Relatively, the rules that receive the sacrifices will feed back hundreds of powers to the gods.

Even if Angus became a monster, after sacrificing himself, before the Supreme God who could destroy the world with one blow, he was just a bit harder piece of paper.

The body turned into fuel for light, Yang Yan ignited from the end of his hair, and the holy sword became the carrier of all his strength.

Proser's soaring divine power evaporated his divine body, making his soul exist purely as an element.

He is like a crystal-clear gem, with vibrant flame energy flowing in his transparent body, and like a human-shaped crystal, full of light and supreme divinity.

He is expressionless, and it should be said that he does not have any emotions in this state.

Except for the holy sword that was integrated into one, the external divine weapons were turned into pure power and incorporated into the body.

Raising his hand, he made an ordinary slash, but his whole body plunged into the holy sword, which became the fuel for the concept that he must be able to hit.

Under such power, Angus couldn't avoid it, or in other words, all his mind was devoted to the scene reflected in his pupils.

Angus saw the figure of Prosser from the golden-red sword like the holy sword of Yang Yan that cut the world in half.

This is the highest beauty that will never be seen in this life, and his soul seems to be sublimated in the heat that hits his face.

When the divine power of light cast Angus completely under the shadow of destruction, the holy sword pierced through his chest with a joyful and distorted smile on his face, and the eternal fire of heaven spread from the wound.

This flame carrying the full blow of the Supreme God completely burned those seemingly indestructible body stumps without even giving the cells time to heal.

"Prosser."

Angus stroked the holy sword in his chest, but he seemed to be holding his sweetheart's face. He said with a low smile, "It's wonderful to die with me."

"Sorry, I don't have that idea."

The sudden voice behind made Angus look astonished, a cold light flashed, and he was split in half without any resistance.

Holding the sickle that cut through the body of the god king, Prosser looked down at Angus whose lips were squirming as if he wanted to say something.

He said, "Why?"

Prosser calmly explained: "It's just a blindfold. I sacrificed the White Light Holy Sword to create the same effect as my own sacrifice. The purpose is to wait until the moment you relax and completely destroy your regeneration ability."

"Now that you are divided into two halves, you have no chance to use that cursed power, because this flame will not give you a chance."

Angus raised his hand and dropped it with a slap. The blackness in his eyes receded quickly, as if the vitality was gradually disappearing. He said with difficulty: "It turns out...it's like this..."

This became the last words of his cruel life, and the body immersed in the blood river became the introduction, instantly igniting the blood pool.

Even now, Angus's mind is still a mystery.

In the midst of the raging flames, Prosser lowered his head, his slender eyelashes blocked his expression, and he couldn't see clearly what the Supreme God, who had no plans to spare, was thinking.

In order to completely stop giving him a chance to make a comeback, Prosser even put himself at a disadvantage to break down the opponent's vigilance.

All of this is for this moment.

"Are you satisfied?"

When the last sliver of ash sank from the sea of ​​fire, Proser said expressionlessly, "Angus."

This name... probably won't be mentioned again.