The Endless Shuttle

Rama said sincerely.

Hanuman appeared from the wind and landed beside King Rama, half kneeling and presented him with the platinum sword.

The brave man picked up the magic knife and walked towards Luo Pei.

"Warriors should die in battle. You are a miracle of mankind, a god-slaying demon king. Such a death is an insult to you. This is something that I, Rama, have not allowed since I have fought with you. You should enjoy glory."

In India's concept, killing the defeated with one's own hands is an honor given to the other party and recognition of its force.

Luo Pei did not intend to appreciate it.

"I thought I had to at least kill the ape before using this. I didn't expect you to be more decisive than me... "Five Decays of Heaven and Man", a trick of jumping time. "

He rested his hands on his knees, a smear of blackness in the blue pupils was constantly emerging.

Dead? End of time?

Well then, give your body to the gods.

The gods who were born from the root of chaos, the sons of terror who ran away, lived longer than the world, could only be sealed, and could not be killed——

"Feed on my flesh and blood, lend me your torsos...the old rulers..."

Whispering in a language that does not belong to this world, Luo Pei slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell forward.

Subsequently, a wave of "evil quality" broke out in this city in the sky.

Chapter 272: The Terrifying Four Gods in One

"O king!"

Before the pitch-black storm came, Hanuman stood in front of Rama, creating a tornado connecting the sky and the earth, and protecting the two in the eye of the storm.

"Your kindness is indeed merciful, but that demon king is not worthy of such an honor. We must wipe him out...uh!"

The white ape who was talking suddenly stopped.

It looked down at its belly, where a knife point protruded, ignoring its tough body.

Of course Hanuman recognized the knife, even if the body dissipated and returned to mythology, it is impossible to forget the appearance of the knife.

Platinum gold, 100 centimeters long, the master's magical tool for destroying Rakshasa——"Sacred Sword of Salvation"!

This magical knife that has been the nightmare of the demon king since ancient times is crying and piercing its own edge into its companion.

"……king?"

Hanuman's ape's face was full of shock. It couldn't understand why the king it served aimed the blade at its back.

Turning its head, it saw Rama's current situation.

The piercing pupils are occupied by black, and the whites of the eyes and the pupils are all black. The nobility and cold steel divinity exuding from the body have all turned into raging arrogance.

Behind him, a demigod who looked exactly like Rama, except that his skin was brown emerged from his shadow.

"Lakshman!? Why are you..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my honorable brother!!!!"

Before Hanuman finished speaking, Rama's younger brother, the subordinate god Lakshman who took his place in the distortion of the god of disobedience, wailed.

"It's so painful! Brother Wang, help me! It's so painful! Where the darkness is, so is the chaos! That's Tandava, it's Kalima! Brother Wang, ah, ah, ah!!"

The brown Lakshman screamed and writhed over Rama's shadow. Blood and tears flowed from his eyes, as if he saw something that he had never seen before, even as a hero god, he could not understand it.

Rama, who originally loved his younger brother, suddenly became cold-blooded and ruthless, letting Lakshman howl.

"Lakshman!"

In the end, Lakshman's voice gradually weakened, and disappeared into black smoke under Hanuman's disbelieving eyes.

Rama pulled away the magic knife, Hanuman took a few steps back, and the surrounding wind weakened a bit.

"My lord, have you been usurped of your mind by a curse?...Damn Rakshasa! Divine sword! Quickly elevate the divinity of our lord, the noble "steel" should not attract such a curse! "

Hanuman roared, as a subordinate of King Rama, he was able to influence the "Sword of Salvation" at some point.

hum!

The magic knife heard the prayer of the white ape, and the blade trembled, emitting a gentle gleam.

The aura of fire and wind, the improvement of forging steel divinity.

Steel is noble and clean, rather than bend. The appearance of the silver steel is the interpretation of the life of the heroes and gods. For the Earth Mother Goddess, dragons, snakes, and demon kings, they are sworn enemies, and for the people, they are protectors and protectors of order.

Silver light flickered, and gradually, the frantic darkness receded from Rama's eyes, revealing beautiful pupils again.

The brave man woke up from his nightmare.

"...Thank you."

Rama looked at the magic knife in his hand with a complicated expression. The platinum blade was much duller than before, and some rust could even be seen on the hilt.

He knew that it was entirely his younger brother who was able to wake up, and that the subordinate god Lakshman had endured the sudden unknown "curse" released by the demon king in front of him instead of him, otherwise the brave man who saved the world might have died at that moment. Turned into a demon god of destruction.

Rama couldn't quite describe the feeling.

If you have to say it, it's like being in a colorless swamp of chaos. There are sights of hunger, thirst and greed everywhere, driving people mad with soul imbalance and unspeakable terror.

"Campione..."

The brave man's pale expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

His younger brother has been killed by the opponent's unknown power, and the distortion of God of Disobedience's violation of the myth will soon strike, and the time he can stay in this world has been reduced.

Rama raised the magic square of the magic knife, and the steel bow and quiver reappeared in his hand and beside him.

"——!!!"

At this time, an inhuman roar sounded, as well as a 'grunt' sound similar to the movement of a mollusk.

Sensing the weakening of the aura of despair, Hanuman withdrew the sheltering tornado and stood in front of his master's left, ready to fight.

"Is this your last strength, Demon King..."

Rama clenched his longbow tightly, even a well-informed hero would not have to feel terrified and disgusted by the existence he saw now.

How would you describe the monster in front of you?