Chapter 106

Even Sairaorg himself was amazed.

Because this kind of guy cannot be allowed to exist in this world.

It's not just him, many people will probably have such thoughts when they see each other.

This gesture, just standing there, seems to be a veto and distortion of the way of life of the vast majority of people in this world.

It was a twisted thing that went against the right path, and even the title of demon heresy seemed too noble in front of him.

So, Sairaorg squeezed the power of his body as if he wanted to set every cell on fire.

The bullet screen of the fist is like a waterfall, and each punch is enough to make the steel appear more fragile than the hemp paper.

The result of striving to squeeze the potential is breaking the highest speed and power in the past in an instant, allowing the power and swiftness of the offensive to surge up.

Such a Sairaorg, convinced that he stood in a completely different dimension every second from a few seconds ago, and continued to attack the enemy.

The lion-like fighting spirit condensed into a solid body is entwined all over his body, and he strengthens his body with all his strength and brings new power to himself.

The structure of the body, the tightness of the muscles.

The line of sight, breathing, and attacking the key points from a simple and reasonable movement technique are equivalent to reflexively using them in succession.

He has long been accustomed to the battlefield, and is convinced that he is completely different from before.

But even so, he couldn't reach it.

These fists can't hit each other at once.

His opponent remained upright the entire time.

Not to mention the posture, the other party didn't even move a finger.

However, his attacks were all bounced off by the opponent, and there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of this man.

It's like being isolated by a force field thinner than paper but thicker than a mountain.

This proves that the gap between himself and the other party is like a moat.

In this furious attack, Sairaorg realized that if he didn't seek other solutions, then even if he continued to attack for a thousand years, it would be meaningless.

So he has to look and use what he has formed in the battle to become "eyes of the mind" to dig perspective.

Expose the opponent's strength and possible weaknesses to the sun.

Then, he understood—

No chance of victory.

Impossible to win.

If the premise is to seek the best ending, then the only option left is to escape - but the success rate of escape is infinitely close to zero.

Continuing to fight also means defeat and death.

but--

"' 々 Stop joking!"

Sairaorg growled.

Can't win? will lose? Will die so run away quickly? Even if you run away, will you still fail?

"Don't talk nonsense to me!"

"I have decided to kill this guy. I swear to defeat him here, and I will never run away. No matter what I become, how can I twist my determination because I love my own life!"

Roaring like the protagonist of a hot-blooded comic.

His right fist, which was full of strength, finally broke through the invisible barrier separating the two.

It looks like that, as the kingly way of the comics unfolds, but the result is...

"It turns out that I can only reach this point. It seems that I really expected it in vain."

The other party said in a cold tone with a hint of disappointment, and easily grabbed Sairaorg's fist.

It didn't seem to use much strength, but it caused Seraorg's body to be in severe pain as if he was poured into lead water, and he couldn't move at all.

"what--"

Don't care about his astonishment.

Su Mu was just doing the mental act of beating him (Zhao Ma's) at will.

And, quite accurately stepped on his sore foot.

"I thought it would be some kind of Jedi rebirth of the king's way, and it seems like this now."

"Although there is still the momentum of a bloody cartoon when he roars, but in the end, he is still so weak that he can't even protect his companions."

"Hey, little lion, how many of your precious companions died in this war?"

Without the slightest moral bottom line and graceful demeanor, Su Mu asked in a gentle tone as he stabbed his hand into the opponent's body.

Denying his confidence in strength, while trampling on the opponent's spirit.

"You scum—" His vision was blurred by the blood, and Sairaorg still stared.

"Ah, forget it, I'm really boring." The golden light in Su Mu's eyes flickered.

He shook his head slightly, as if he was sighing his own rap.

Maybe it's close to success and can't help but become more talkative?

If you look at it this way, you must be vigilant to avoid the villain ending that you like to see in anime.

Su Mu laughed heartily.

Then--

"Forget it, let's kill you—"

He threw him out like a rag, and at the same time, the hand wrapped in red flames quickly followed. .

Chapter 175 [little boy]!

He threw the Sairaorg in his hand like a piece of rag, and at the same time, his hand wrapped in red flames quickly followed.

There was a peaceful smile on Su Mu's face.

"No, to be precise, it is the raw material that becomes the supreme golden sky!"

Continuing to struggle and swallow, continue to grow in the Golden Magic City, and this growth is finally enough to feed Su Mu himself.

If there is no accident, most of the family members in the magic city, or war slaves, are in a state of confusion, unable to maintain their own will.

And if you can continue to hold the original will, it is enough to become a "heroic spirit".

Well, gold is supreme, and traces of multiple mythological systems can be found in it.

In short, Isaiah Og's aptitude must be enough to maintain his will in the golden sky.

Just when Sairaorg was about to be engulfed by flames, an elegant and peaceful voice suddenly sounded nearby.

Accompanied by the sound of the ethereal hymn.

"I think this kid can be considered a talent. Wouldn't it be a pity to let him die at such a young age? Why don't you let him go for the time being?"

Appearing behind Su Mu was a magnificent figure with four arms and four sides.

His whole body shone with sacred golden light, surrounded by lotus flowers, and there were countless figures of gods nearby bowing their heads and bowing.

Looking at the rather extraordinary appearance, he knew that the other party had a lofty position in his mythological system.

Brahma, looking into the entire world, his strength can be ranked fourth among the powerhouses in the previous life.

It is the three-phase god revered in the mythology of Asan Sect. It is the god of creation. It is said that he first created the five elements of earth, fire, water, air and wind, and created all things with these five elements.

Of course, in this world, the so-called myth is not just about who is more imaginative, or whose fist is bigger.

For example, even if the 417 gods in the Bible, whose combat effectiveness is outstanding, even copied the myths from Egypt, the other party would not dare to say a word.

And now after the fall of the God of the Bible, the mythology of Asan Sect has the second, third, and fourth powerhouses in the world after Orpheus.

In this case, the myth naturally depends on how you want to make it up.

Brahma's precious appearance is solemn, with kind eyes and kind eyes, in fact, there is a faint vigilance in his eyebrows and eyes.

After the fall of the God of the Bible, Asan Mythology relied on its own strength, and originally maintained a detached attitude towards the battles of all parties.

However, this incident made them suspect that the God of the Bible may be operating behind the scenes, so they did not dare to be careless.

After all, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate.

The Asan mythology, who is used to being free, doesn't want the unconventional God of the Bible to be placed on top of his head.

Therefore, his vigilance was not aimed at Su Mu, but at the possible god of the Bible behind him.

As for why to stop Su Mu...it's better to understand.

In his opinion, Su Mu is likely to act for the return of the god of the Bible.

In this case, no matter what Su Mu wants to do, he will stop it.

Saying what can be created is just an excuse.

It's not his own family, in his opinion, it would be better if he died.

Su Mu glanced at him casually.

"After watching it in the dark for so long, I finally came out..."

Hearing this, Brahma's complexion suddenly changed slightly, and his face was a little unsightly.

Fearing that Su Mu might have the backhand of the God of the Bible on his body, he did observe it secretly for a long time and confirmed that there was no danger before (aeei) dared to come out.

But even if this sort of thing were true, he didn't like it being told.

However, Su Mu simply ignored his reaction.

With a slight lift of his palm, Saraorg was burned to ashes.

Then, he felt that in the golden sky, a new war slave slowly appeared.

The gray-white embers drifted in the air with the wind, and fell on all sides of Brahma.

Feeling this humiliating move, Brahma's face suddenly darkened.

As the God of Creation of Asan Mythology, he has not experienced the feeling of being despised by others for a long time.

"Humans, since that's the case, let's compete!"

Saying so, Brahma's golden arms suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance, expanding like a sail.

In the blink of an eye, that palm was already the size of a hill, and his arms were like rolling hills lying horizontally.

The arms waving at high speed ripped through the surrounding air, causing a raging gale.

Su Mu stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly unguardedly facing Brahma's falling palm.

Feeling the howling wind behind him, he sighed boredly.

"Forget it, I was planning to go back here..."

"If that's the case, then let me try out what I just got."

Because of provoking this battle, he won an achievement reward called "Handan Law".

This method is different from most power systems, and its strength depends on the will of the user.

In other words, he turned his will and the ideals hidden in his chest into sharp knives.

As long as one's own will is not shaken, then this dream method is a sword and shield that can always be trusted.

Brahma's treasure was solemn, and four huge arms fell with a mightier momentum than the mountains.

"Humans, die!"

The whining and moaning of the earth resounded instantly.

The rocks cracked and the strata changed. It was like a meteorite crashing down from the sky, mercilessly bombarding the surface.

Crack the mountain peaks, draw down the abyss, and engrave the moat here.

After easily changing the terrain, Brahma did not stop.

He despised the enemy, but he did not take it lightly.