Meiman Killer Daily

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"Kill kill kill kill...!"

In the desolate Gobi, Gore kept killing the flying gods. The golden-armored God of War was the first god he killed when he fell into despair and despair. At this moment, he no longer begged himself or persuaded himself, but waved his hand.

He attacked himself with a spear.

But it goes without saying that he is weak. Now he is the king of gods. No god can compare with him. He is the most powerful...

"No! No no no no no..."

Killing the golden-armored God of War again made Gore feel fear in his heart. He just wanted to kill all the gods to prove that these hypocritical beings were not worthy of being called gods at all, and that he was not a god.

In the end, he is just an Avenger.

However, in his mind just now, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind that made Gore feel a little at a loss. That was that he was already above the gods, so wouldn't he be the king of the gods?

"No!"

The golden-armored God of War, who rushed over again, still had an expressionless face and his eyes showed no emotion. Gore roared and pushed him to the ground. The opponent's weapons could not even penetrate his own armor.

"I will not be such a hypocritical thing, I will not be such a dirty existence, I am an Avenger, I am the God-Slayer who saves the world!"

A state of self-denial formed Gore's biggest fear. Suddenly, a silhouette covered in blood appeared in front of him, and a familiar feeling gradually emerged in his heart.

"Agar..."

"My father is a devout believer. My father has infinite hope. My father once taught me to believe in the gods. Even if the gods never responded, piety is not an explanation of trust, but an explanation of faith.

Persistence means that we adhere to the value of life!"

Agargar looked at his father sadly, his clenched fists were a little weak. His father had become the character he hated the most, but he was still as sanctimonious, hypocritical, pretentious, arrogant and arrogant as the gods.

"You are wrong!"

The Black Death Sword pointed at Agar, his arms trembling a little. Gore was still denying himself, and even looked at the Black Death Sword in horror. Just now he had the idea of ​​killing Agar. This was not his will.

He just wants to live a happy life with his children and wife, and there will be no need to quench hunger.

"You are not Agar, who the hell are you!"

Low laughter sounded from all directions, and Agar in front of him also had a disdainful expression. He looked at himself as if he were looking at a funny clown. Gore waved the Black Death Sword as if he had found the source of his vent.

Clang…

The Black Death Sword and an ordinary ax collided together, and the eyes were like the mist changing again. In front of Gore, in the center of the black storm, Agar held the battle ax tightly with both hands, wrestling with himself, with angry eyes.

"You are not Agar, you are not Agar!"

Waving the Black Death Sword like crazy, Gore was stirred to the point of unconsciousness. The power of pure fear and the psionic energy crystals that had been accumulated for three years were all released at once, coupled with the powerful spiritual induction.

, even Al Gore has begun to doubt his career.

He kept repeating in his mouth, slashing with both hands, Agar was beaten continuously and fell back. After several days of strength enhancement, it was impossible to compete with Gore. Finally, the battle ax was knocked away by the Black Death Sword, and Agar stood there in a daze.

At every turn, the Black Death Sword struck again and penetrated Agar's chest.

"Get out of here, you dirty magicians!"

Gore, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, judged himself and knew that he was probably in an illusion now. When he killed the two Thors, two magicians escaped, and one of them was very familiar with the current energy.

Trample Agar's body under your feet and look up at the swirling black power of fear in the sky. It is one of the original powers of darkness. It is the origin that even the ancient gods have not yet fully grasped. Damn humans themselves must destroy them all in the future.

Kill them all.

Bang bang bang...

The sound of applause sounded, and John appeared ten meters away from Gore, giving a thumbs up with an expression of admiration on his face.

"I really thought you would be merciful to your son, because I can see that you still have a desire for family and family affection in your mind, but power can distort people. For example, if your wife is sarcastic, you will miss him.

Its killing..."

Gore lowered his head. The agar that was still vomiting blood was not an illusion. It was real and fake torture. He was really fighting against his son. However, the scene of blood spurting disappeared in the next second, and the child under his feet turned into a ball.

soil.

"Hahahahaha..."

With the most vivid sarcasm, John's voice became sharp, as harsh as the sound of grinding teeth. With the added emotion, Gore rushed over with the Black Death Sword exploding, and the sword penetrated John's smile without changing.

"You've lost everything!"

"Welcome to our team, Godslayer... King of the Gods!"

"ah!"

With the crazy slashing of swords and swords, John's body suddenly turned into powder. The impact of dark energy destroyed the puppet. He bent his legs and kicked off the ground to leap up. Gore wanted to break through the vortex and escape from this damn magician's trap.

"You have become a god. In fact, you yourself know everything very well. When you merge with that dark ancient god, when you inherit all his power, when your body is stained with the blood of the golden-armored God of War.

, you have become one of us."

The strong wind turned into John's face, surrounding Gore with constant provocations. Gore's eyes were bloodshot and red. He tried to drive it away but could not get rid of it. The Black Death Sword had no effect. At least at this moment, slashing the whirlwind would only make John's

Air face more splits appear.

Continuously flying, in the pitch-black world, the vortex above his head seemed to be within reach, but no matter how hard he flew, Gore could not feel that he was getting closer. The self-denial of the spiritual abyss, Gore's heart was already in chaos.

, countless gods gradually emerged, and the black vortex turned into gold. Those dead gods, whether they were righteous or evil, all appeared and stood in front of Gore.

"You are a god too!"

Gore's wife at the front of the gods glared angrily. Gore stopped, lowered his head and his arms trembled wildly. It was like an endless abyss. Everything was repeating itself. He couldn't get out at all, and he couldn't get rid of the evil magician of the other party.

Endless harassment.

"I will definitely find you!

I will definitely deprive your soul of your body!

I will definitely use all methods!

Torture you bit by bit!

Make you eternal with the blood of the God of Time!

Make you immortal with the blood of the Space God!

Burn your soul with the flames of the God of Fire..."

Closing his eyes, trying to calm down, Gore saw everything. The golden light was not dazzling at all, and the rapid heartbeat was not because of the battle. He seemed to be in a dream, and everything was there.

Scare yourself.

He opened his eyes again, and before he could finish his words of support, an ancient hammer hit Gore's face, and Thor appeared dressed like a barbarian, majestic and full of divine power.

"Gore! I will destroy you!"