Bat Fight Simulator

"What, the last words are over?" Barbatos looked down at them, as if he was looking at two ants that were running up to him and could be crushed to death at any time.

Messiah did not continue to talk, he took out a Samoyed puppy from his pocket, and then said to the dog, "You have been strengthened, come on."

The white fluffy puppy looked at the two people in front of him with dead fish eyes, and felt that it was outrageous. One dared to say it and the other dared to believe it, and the two people actually rushed to Barbatos like this. God would have to put a bunch of question marks when seeing it.

But it must be said that the strengthening mentioned by Messiah was not a joke. Restricted by certain rules, He, who was also a high-dimensional existence, had many restrictions on his actions, but now, in front of Barbatos, those restrictions seemed to have never existed. It turned out that fate also led him here.

"I am not the original body, but a clone. All I can do is delay Him for a while, so you have to find the destiny of killing the enemy during this time." The white puppy glowed white, and gradually emitted a faint white light, illuminating the dark area, and allowing Messiah to instantly see the starry sky blocked by the huge figure, but that area was quickly covered by thick obstacles like thick ink.

God floated up from Messiah's arms, and that little bit of light compared to the whole black was like a star in the night sky, just like a puppy running on the grass and rushing towards Barbatos without hesitation. The starlight completely lit up when it touched the enemy, like the sun that wanted to illuminate everything.

The player's blue eyes watched the other party get farther and farther away from him, and then turned into a barrier to block Barbatos. Even if he knew from the beginning that they would separate, even if the other party did impose the so-called savior's responsibility on him regardless of his own wishes from the beginning, he would still feel lost when they parted.

Maybe there will be another time when we meet again, but it won't be this little white dog now.

The mood is fleeting, and the player has no time to chew on such sadness. The flow of the electronic sea in his hand glides through, and the staff that once appeared in the dream is held in the palm of his hand. This time, it finally shows its beautiful posture in reality.

The blue light is wandering, and Messiah follows his instincts in his thoughts and thoughts, constantly integrating the system with himself more deeply, and also squeezes his potential more mercilessly, so that the destructive power of this attack continues to rise.

The sound of blood flowing in human blood vessels, the beating of the heart, and the peristalsis of the stomach seem to come to his ears. He just remembered that he seemed to have not eaten since morning. He rested at the Alliance for a night and had breakfast the next morning, but he didn't seem to remember how long it had been now.

Humans will be hungry and thirsty. Facing such a fragile existence in the real high-dimensional existence, Messiah hesitated a little. While he was squeezing all the power he could have, he was also destroying this body.

"Keep going, don't stop." Messiah suddenly heard a voice in his ear saying this.

"You might die." As the player of Unit-01, he seemed more rational and cold than anyone else at this time, but he seemed to be still the innocent boy, but his eyes never moved away from Barbatos in front of him. The sea of ​​data is his bones, the flow of electrons is his blood, and he is born with the system in the imaginary numbers.

"That won't do. If I die this time, you will die too, so try to live."

In the tinnitus, Messiah couldn't tell whether it was an auditory hallucination or someone really said that, but he still wanted to live, and the voice would not die so easily.

"Damn it, I'm going to tear you apart bit by bit." Barbatos' voice seemed to be stained with anger, and God delayed him. The white light scattered many feathers, and those feathers that looked so light and fluttering seemed like unbreakable chains, leaving the opponent with no way to avoid it, and could only take the attacks sent by the player.

The whole space was shaking. Messiah's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were bleeding, and his nose and mouth were full of blood. He fell back to the ground and watched the space begin to return to stability after the violent shaking. Barbatos's huge and broken figure reappeared in front of the two. The other party was really angry this time, and the white light became more transparent. Messiah himself really had no magic power.

No more, really no more. If he draws again, it will be a suicide attack. He is still a child.

"So, maybe, it seems, I failed, Night Owl." Life is not easy, Messiah sighed.

Anyway, Messiah is playing badly, just treating himself as a bomb. If he really dies, he will send everyone away and stand shoulder to shoulder with God. Oh, maybe no one here can go to heaven, so he will go to hell and stand shoulder to shoulder with Lucifer.

But Night Owl is really still very stable. He raised his eyebrows at the seriously injured Barbatos in front of him. Then he turned to the player and continued, "Let me make a bet with you."

"I bet he's going to die soon."

"You're still in the mood to make a bet? But I think we might be finished before he dies. Alas, I only have so many tricks. I can't show you how to throw a hedgehog to stab people, no, stab gods."

Just as Night Owl finished speaking, Messiah saw the fourth person who seemed to appear at the scene. The man who appeared was holding an iron chain in his hand. He flicked it lightly, and the iron chains seemed to have consciousness and drilled into Barbatos's wound. Then, the red chains seemed to have eaten some rare nutrients, and they wrapped around the high god like a group of snakes.

The blood chain gradually turned golden. Barbatos seemed to be wailing in pain, and seemed to be twisting and struggling, but he was too big and too tall, so Messiah couldn't see it so clearly.

However, he saw clearly who the man who suddenly appeared here was. He was Barbatos' pawn, a member of the Nightmare Knights, and the Laughing Bat.

The other party was really laughing, laughing wildly. The guy who was supposed to be the master was like a sponge that was squeezed dry and began to shrink. The space was finally broken. The stars outside were bright, but the whole area was echoing with harsh laughter.