The Death Knell

Jesus' feeling was correct. This was targeting him. Deathstroke spent a long time finding him, wasn't it just to help the Holy Killer realize his wish?

The man in black and yellow armor gave way to the door and tilted his head towards the dazed woman in the room to signal her to go out. An ordinary person didn't need to see what was happening below.

"I'm very familiar with your director. I've also sent you this month's money. I'll give you a discount next time you come to play." The woman wanted to say something else, but Deathstroke took out the pistol with his backhand and loaded it with a click. Look at her later.

She screamed and ran away in an un-queenly manner.

Only the man in the Dalmatian pelt was still kneeling on the spot. The dog food bowl next to him still had some vomit, exuding a sour smell.

"Jesus? God?"

Su Ming called his name, smiled and shook his head. There was something wrong with this universe. Who would have thought that God would have such virtues?

"It seems that you are here for me, young man." The man in the leather holster made a gloomy voice. He stood up, and a strong white light emanated from him: "It's strange, I have never seen you before. , you seem to have nothing to do with this world."

"Haha, omniscience is hard to use, isn't it?" Su Mingchao raised his fingers in the corridor behind him, motioning for the people behind him to come in, and then said: "You said you don't want to squat in heaven and enjoy the blessings, why do you insist on coming down to destroy the world? "

God took off the dog's hood, revealing a kind and holy face. He looked white-haired and full of energy. It might also be the effect of the small blue pills at his feet.

He raised his hands as if opening his arms and answered calmly:

"You think that just because you don't understand the pain of God. Every day I wake up from a big bed of more than 20,000 square meters. Seven seraphs and thousands of people serve my food and daily life. They only dare to kneel down in front of me. , so I have never seen their faces. Whenever I look around, all I see is a large patch of head, just like walking into a melon field... Well, I am still a little short-sighted, That may have had an impact as well.”

"..." Su Ming was speechless.

This is indeed a bit embarrassing. The fat and thin angel was previously yearning for promotion and salary increase to contribute to heaven, but in the end, God couldn't even remember any face? Are all employees really going to be employed?

The Holy Lord was very talkative. He didn't seem to care about Deathstroke's weapon at all, and he wasn't angry because the entertainment activities were interrupted. He wanted to talk to others.

But don't get me wrong, he didn't treat anyone present as a human being, he just thought he had found a tree hole or dug a hole in the ground and whispered something.

Man, lamb, dust, there is no difference.

He added: "There is also my authority, which is too powerful, so no one dares to disobey me. Even Longinus, who stabbed me with a spear, doesn't dare to stab me again, even if I still want that Pleasure, but he didn't dare. I can only throw the souls of his whole family into hell and be tortured, hoping that he can figure it out one day. In fact, I am doing it for his own good. As long as I feel comfortable, he will be able to rise to prominence immediately. I can let him take Gabriel's place, alas..."

"So you feel lonely, empty and cold?"

Su Ming felt like he had seen this kind of abnormal psychology somewhere. Who was it?

"Hmm! That's a good phrase. It's mine."

God nodded, showing a little joy, and then changed back to his holy look, stroking his white beard and continued:

"Not only because of that, but also because the world is boring. When I see something, I will know the next development; when I get an item, I will naturally understand its principle; when I see a person, I will know that he can still How long do you live? There is nothing in the world that I don’t know. What do you think it means? I didn’t expect you to appear. I can’t see your future, but... if you are willing to use If the whip over there whips me, I can stop destroying the world for the time being, um, dip in more salt water."

Deathstroke's one-eyed goggles turned towards him. The strong light emitted from the other party's body was not a problem to him. Even if he closed his eyes, he knew that Jesus was at that location.

"It sounds like you are indeed in quite a lot of pain, so you want me to help you out?" He took out the huge black sword from his pocket and brushed the blade with his palm: "You always talk about destroying the world, which makes me If you are panicking, it would be safer to kill you."

God sneered, the white beard on his lips floated up, his eyes curved into crescent moons, and he kept shaking his head:

"I didn't expect you to be a clown and kill me? You know that I am the only true god in the world and you still want to kill me?"

"Can't gods be killed? I can't even remember how many gods I have killed. How will I know if I don't try?" The shining Come here, I’ll add a BUFF to you.”

A white light flashed on Jesus' body, and the funny Dalmatian suit turned into a white linen robe. He reached out and pulled out the tail stuck behind his back. After making a "pop" sound, an abnormal expression appeared on his face. A flush.

"This world exists because of me. How dare you kill me? Because I said there must be light, and the world has light. Do you know that all I need is one thought, and everyone will be wiped out?"

While he closed his eyes and enjoyed the aftertaste of his orgasm, he babbled like a psycho.

Because when this guy pulled out his tail, he brought out a lot of brownish-yellow sticky stuff. Su Ming also gave up the idea of ​​cutting him a few times because it was too dirty.

"Are you so sure that I don't dare?"

"Hahahaha! Who dares to kill me?!" Jesus raised his arms and laughed to the sky as if he was about to embrace the sun. He even spun in a reductive manner: "Who can kill me?! Who dares to kill me?! I I am the only true God! I am all, I am the only, I am invincible!"

Su Ming sighed and looked at the tall figure walking into the room: "Holy Killer, what do you think?"

"Disgusting." The killer saint commented expressionlessly. He pulled out the revolver from his holster and pulled the hammer. The sound was not loud, but it directly interrupted Jesus' carnival.

The old man with the white beard turned around, his face full of horror: "William? How did you get out? You shouldn't... No, no! Don't kill me! I am God, I apologize to you. ,Do not kill me!"

"So my name is William, I remember." The Holy Killer did not put down his pistol, but became even more angry.

In the memory that revived along with the name, there were a lot of beautiful memories of him and his wife and daughter, and thinking about it now made his eyes red even more.

"Please, don't kill me." Jesus knelt down. He knew the Holy Killer's skills very well. Originally, the Angel of Death promised to take good care of this weapon, but now that this guy has come out, things will be in trouble: "I can How about resurrecting your family? Think about it, I can also be your slave and let you vent on me every day, please don't kill me."

This wave of begging for mercy can be said to be very real. Seeing this, Su Ming discovered another omnipotent law of the universe besides 'True Fragrance', that is, when someone shouts 'Who can kill me', he will soon will die.

The Holy Killer is a typical person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much. As a bounty hunter and a soldier, how could he give more opportunities to dangerous prey?

"boom!"

The revolver hammer fell, and the spinning silver bullets sprayed out of the muzzle in flames, flying towards their target with anger and resentment.

Jesus was indeed Jesus. He disappeared in an instant and wanted to teleport away. However, once the gun was fired, the bullet was bound to hit, which was beyond the rules controlled by God.

The figure in white robes was shot down from the void, knocked out from the space teleportation spell, and fell on the bed like a dead pig. He kicked his legs twice and stopped moving.