A foreigner's journey

The brilliance of the sun shines on this strange and endless hilly land.

The apostles who were killing members of the Eagle Group stopped their movements one after another and looked up at the sky in confusion. The few members of the Eagle Group who were lucky enough to survive also stared blankly at the sky, feeling the sun's rays symbolizing 'hope' falling on them.

The blood cocoon that was about to take shape in the palm of the giant hand was originally sucking the despair and blood of the sacrifices, but at this time, the countless blood vessels transporting 'nutrition' stopped creeping, and Griffith's evolution was only one step away but stagnant. .

The four God Hands looked up at the dark figure in the center of the blazing sun, their attitudes somewhat surprised but not filled with fear or anger. They had abandoned all positive humanity the moment they became the Hand of God, and all the attitudes they displayed came from the deepest malice in their hearts.

Silan's eyes seemed to see Heather's body directly through the berserker armor. She licked her lips and showed a frivolous smile: "Oh my, what a handsome young master. As hot as the sun, my whole body is covered with heat." It’s getting hot, but there are still our blood relatives here who will be born soon, can you please stop making trouble for the time being?”

She raised her hand and waved, and the sun in the sky was immediately surrounded by countless twisted and crying human faces. The material formed by the human faces quickly closed into a huge oval space, trying to trap Heather in the middle.

"This is my womb, fetuses of darkness, feel free to unleash your anger!" Silan's laughter echoed in the sky.

The faces of those people called 'fetuses' began to flow out black amniotic fluid from their seven orifices, spraying towards the sun and Heather standing in the center.

At the same time, Ubik's figure also disappeared from the place. His figure appears deep in the eyes of each apostle, using psychedelic power to guide them to continue to devour the members of the Slaughter Eagle Group. The ritual must never stop, it must continue, otherwise Griffith, even if he is forcefully born, will become flawed and imperfect.

But before these apostles could make any move, the sky suddenly split open!

An ever-increasing sword light occupied the entire dark sky, completely cutting into pieces all the corrosive amniotic fluid attacking Heather and the dark womb surrounding him.

[Hagoromo Zhan·Xiao Yelan]!

Blood and visceral fragments fell from the sky like a heavy rain, and Slan's face changed slightly. The realm of desire and flesh and blood [Dark Womb] she controlled was actually broken so easily?

Is the other party too powerful? Not only that, but the weakening power of himself and the God of the Abyss behind him is also a large part of the reason.

Is this why the black-haired woman disguised herself as an 'angel' to restrain the wars and killings in the mortal world? They want to use this to contain the source of the power of the God of the Abyss, but how do these mysterious outsiders know the biggest secret of the God of the Abyss?

Before he had time to think about it, Silan saw a dark claw that kept enlarging in front of his eyes.

Bang! Showing no mercy, Heather, who was wearing berserker armor, pressed down Slan's face with her claws and slapped him down hard! Silan couldn't even scream before he was hit hard on the knuckles of the huge divine hand beneath him.

The giant hand, which was hundreds of meters high and extremely strong, immediately exploded a dozen annular cracks from the top down, followed by a series of dense sounds of bone shattering and flesh exploding. The finger joints at the top began to be crushed into pieces and collapsed downwards, with massive amounts of plasma spraying out from the cracks in all directions.

But the blood cocoon in the palm of God's hand did not suffer any damage. The blood cocoon was wrapped and moved away by the turbid and dirty twisted space the moment Heather took action. It was the handiwork of Archangel Potter!

The leader of the Hand of God spread his bat wings and flew into the sky. His palms covered with bone armor controlled the twisted space from a distance, and the blood cocoon was held in front of him through the air.

Below, the hundreds of meters tall God's Hand was destroyed by Heather's blow and turned into flesh and blood waste less than thirty meters high. I saw flesh and blood squirming and re-condensing into Slan's appearance. Her big face, which was completely made up of densely packed tiny human faces and flesh and blood, showed an angry look, and she screamed loudly: "Ignorant person! You have to pay for your actions... Yeah!!!!"

Before she could finish her words, fierce firelight emerged from the seven orifices of Slan's big face, and the center of her eyebrows continued to swell and then suddenly exploded! Two blazing red rays shot out from it, and in just a few rotations, the huge flesh and blood body transformed by Slan was cut into a large number of pieces.

While these fragments were still falling downwards in the air, they squirmed rapidly and turned into hundreds of deformed Slan. They roared, opened their two pairs of bat wings, exposed their mouths full of sharp teeth, and rushed toward the direction of the heat sight.

The thermal vision stagnated slightly, and the output power was suddenly amplified to become a huge laser cannon. These hundreds of deformed Slan could not dodge and were directly hit by the laser cannon, and instantly dissolved and evaporated. Not only that, the laser cannon also blasted through the remaining remains of the God's Hand and the infinitely spreading hills of human faces behind it, burning the flesh and blood into a huge ravine with no end in sight.

A few Slan who were lucky enough not to be hit fell to the ground and immediately sank into the ground. Soon an unharmed Slan stood up again from the flesh and blood ground. She turned her head and looked into the distance with an ugly face, and screamed:

"Conrad! Help me!"

In the distance, Heather stood on the charred flesh and blood ground, and the eye armor of the berserker armor gradually cooled down from its red-hot posture. He didn't seem to notice that countless tiny human faces condensed on the ground behind him, emerging into Conrad's grotesquely swollen baby face.

I saw Conrad pointing at Heather's back and exhaling a thick mist like a hiccup. Before the fog could get close to Heather, it was blocked by a tetrahedral space composed of four light balls. However, the flesh and blood earth around Heather immediately began to rot and melt as soon as it was contaminated by the fog.

Heather turned around suddenly, and her heat vision immediately hit Conrad's swollen baby face, blasting it into countless charred pieces. As soon as these fragments hit the ground, they turned into huge rats with smooth and oily fur. Their eyes were glowing strangely red, and they burrowed underground one after another.

Silan opened his bat wings and flew in the sky, his laughter rippling in waves: "Go my children, tear him to pieces!"

Waves of laughter rolled across the ground, and countless monsters immediately rose from the ground. They were all dark fetuses, roaring and rushing towards Heather.

The black cloak behind Heather's back suddenly unfolded into a sickle shape, and the whole person's feet suddenly exerted force and turned into a stream of light that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye and shuttled among the monsters, rolling up blood and broken limbs wherever it passed.

In the distance, Archangel Porter held up the huge blood cocoon with one hand in the air, and pointed the other hand at Heather who was quickly killing the monster. The twisted space took shape again, preparing to give Heather a fatal blow. .

Suddenly, a twisted and dirty space spread out behind him like a mirror.

Almost at the same time, the figure of the Skeleton Knight appeared behind Porter, and the water-calling sword that struck at the back of Porter's head was swallowed by the blade in the twisted space. Another space mirror appeared behind the Skeleton Knight at the same time, and the blade of the water-calling sword poked out from it and slashed at the Skeleton Knight with the same force.

Clang! As if he had predicted what was going to happen next, the Skeleton Knight raised his fleur-de-lis shield in time to block the blow from himself.

"Your opponent is me, Sage." The skeleton knight's voice was cold.

Archangel Potter turned his head to look at the Skeleton Knight, his skinned face showing no expression:

"As it should be, Overlord."

PS: It is estimated that Slan’s title will be blocked, so I won’t write it at all. Those who are interested in the Hand of God can search on Baidu on their own.