Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

The light column in the abyss completely dissipated.

Hell Ashura exuded light all over his body, dispelling the darkness around him.

A ray of light lit up from the brow of Hell Ashura, fell off, and quickly fell to the ground.

Finally, it slowly stopped on the head of the ghoul in the blood water underground.

The light slowly dissipated, revealing Langren's body.

He closed his eyes, and his face under his white hair was full of tranquility.

Under his feet, the head of the ghoul as high as a mountain opened his eyes wide, and died with his eyes open.

His eyes slowly opened, revealing mirror-like eyes, looking forward, with complexity, sadness, and emotion in his eyes.

Not long ago, he fell from the sky and sank into the body that was merged by Ashura. With the return of his soul and consciousness, he inherited the memory of Daban and saw all the scenes.

Perhaps at that moment, he was Hell Ashura, who ate the ghoul.

Perhaps at that moment, he really saw Daban's scattered soul.

It was too late after all.

It was hard to let go after all.

In his eyes, Daban was a very cute child, but his fate was miserable. Although they rarely met, because of the mysterious time and space, because of this body, the fates of two people of different ages overlapped closely.

In fact, he and he were both pitiful people.

Although he didn't understand why Daban's remaining soul didn't die, he turned into a shadow to silently protect him.

But he could feel that in this world, Daban was the only one who was really good to him and even willing to give everything for him besides his relatives.

He could obviously ignore himself and let himself be taken away by these monsters, but he used the last ray of warmth of his life to summon the Hell Asura, giving himself all the hope of life and the hope of the future, and would rather die completely.

Loss.

Is it true that as people grow up and experience, they have to experience loss constantly?

Is this the price of living?

Langren felt that his heart was very heavy. He looked at the shadow behind him, only a lonely one.

Camellia, Daban.

They all died for him.

Now, in a sense, he is no longer living for himself, but carrying the will of these two people, and is the continuation of the dead life.

Gradually, he put away his sentimentality, looking at the darkness above his head with a murderous intent that was almost frozen.

In this terrible world, his enemies are no longer these monsters, but Gui Ye and the gods.

And today, he proved to Gui Ye, to Hong Wu, and to the gods.

He is not a prey that anyone can bully or greedily hunt.

Hong Wu covets him, he has the wolf head talisman sitting in front of him, and he can kill the gods!

Gui Ye covets him, he has Asura guarding him, and he can eat the gods alive!

He is very weak.

But, he has killed gods.

Although he cannot control these unique abilities, they are all manifestations of his strength and his capital for fighting.

At this moment, he believes that anyone who can't kill him will make him stronger.

"My king."

In front of him, the giant Hell Asura filled the abyss and the sky, filling Langren's vision. It suddenly moved, and its magnificent body, which was difficult to describe in words, took a step back. Then, it slowly knelt on one knee, and shouted loudly, as if it was taking some kind of oath.

The earth shook, the blood trembled, and the voice kept echoing in the entire abyss----My king!

Looking at it, Langren's pupils shrank.

It is...

"Hell Asura will follow your bloodline to come! May the glory of my king walk on the earth as if walking in the sky."

The words fell.

"Boom!"

The next second, the scarlet eyes of the Hell Asura who was kneeling on one knee gradually dimmed, and suddenly, it stepped hard and soared into the sky!

The strong wind hit his face, and in a blink of an eye, the ten thousand meter body disappeared.

With flying hair, Langren looked up and looked at the Asura who disappeared in the air.

He knew that this Asura was the super body that Daban had summoned, and it was Daban's ability, because he had seen it in the picture.

In his eyes, although this super body was in human form, like Acalanatha, its skin color was red, and it gave him a feeling of being made of steel, with a luster, not human skin.

It was like a red steel giant.

And this Asura was very hot, but it did not hurt him.

Although he did not communicate with it, during the time of fusion, he felt that the energy required by Asura every second was extremely terrifying.

If this continued, Asura would begin to absorb his energy and would have to suck the lives of all the creatures on this land as energy supplement.

That's why there was the scene of separation just now, and this was also Asura's choice to protect it.

"Follow my bloodline..." Langren's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt.

This Asura was summoned by Daban at the beginning. He didn't know how to summon it or whether it was a living thing, but the other party gave him the feeling that it was like a living thing, and it was very loyal.

As for why he followed his bloodline and why he was so loyal, he would probably have to wait until he reached the level of Daban to know. He didn't have a clear concept of bloodline and super body.

He only knew that the secret of this body was not simple, and even Daban couldn't control it.

"I now have two super bodies, one is Qi Heng San inherited from the giant lotus, and the other is Asura. No matter which one they are, they are not something I can summon now." Lang Ren knew very well that this time it was a big body. The super body that Madara sacrificed his life to summon may not be able to be summoned by himself next time.

Even if it is summoned, it will suck him dry.

Now that the biggest crisis has been resolved, Asura has left, at the cost of Daban's death. In the future, he will rely on himself step by step.

This long night has finally come to an end.

"cough…"

Lang Ren's body was a little shaky. He slowly sat on the giant head. The sickle on his back surged out and pierced into the flesh, supporting his body.

He is very weak now. In the previous attack of the hundred eyes of the god-level ghoul, his body has been tattered and a lot of flesh and blood has disappeared. It is growing slowly at the moment. Fortunately, there is no bleeding now.

"Is this considered a new life?" Looking at his scarred self, Lang Ren laughed at himself. He relied entirely on his bones to support himself that night. His flesh and blood had been cut open countless times, and the blood he shed was probably as large as a stream. Much more.

But this night, he gained a lot.

During the crisis of life and death, he opened the Eight Gate Dunjia, and his physical body reached the transformation stage. At this moment, even if he did not use any abilities, he could still resist the attacks of the evolved beasts in the transformation stage with his physical body. Of course, this was just his inference and conservative estimate. , because his physical body itself is very strong, and with the blessing of the Hidden Gate, it is estimated that the evolved beasts in the violent breeding stage will have to run away when they see him.

As for humans with weak bodies, ordinary attacks may not even be able to break through their physical bodies.

In addition to these, he also vaguely felt that other hidden doors were also showing signs of looseness.

"Lilith finally disappeared. Was she eaten by herself?" Lang Ren closed his eyes and recalled carefully.

His mind inherited the residual memory of Da Ban, but it was very blurry. He could only vaguely see some vague scenes, but this did not prevent him from confirming Lilith's death.

Even the gods were killed by him, so Lilith naturally could not escape death.

"We have to find a way in the future to avoid blood contact with the corpses of dead evolved beasts." Lang Ren frowned slightly. Lilith had evolved from the original fifty meters to a terrifying height.

He was very aware of the threat of Lilith. Her terrifying self-healing power, ability to absorb damage, and ability to continuously evolve were despairing. If it weren't for the help of a god like Ghoul, Lilith would still be evolving.

This is just a curse on her. You can imagine how terrible it would be if her true body was released.

She is indeed the first woman of mankind.

However, this also proves the power of this curse in disguise. Perhaps the Night Curse is not much weaker.

The crisis has not been resolved. This curse must be removed, otherwise it will be like a time bomb. Although he can't help the curse, it doesn't necessarily mean that other humans can't help the curse.

Lang Ren's eyes flickered, and he became more determined to go to the gathering place of humans.

"Is this the battle of gods? It directly drove this place into the abyss and turned this place into a dead place."

He looked at the bloody blood around his head. With his current eyesight, he was not sure how wide the abyss was or how deep the blood was. The sparkling blood, looking at the range, at least gathered into a sheet of blood. river.

Just as the giant lotus describes, there is something strange deep underground. There is no soil, but flesh and blood, and the smell of blood is tangy.

I'm afraid we can only see how deep and wide this place is until dawn.

Langren felt a little tired and drowsy. Now he needs to recover. It's very deep here and he can't leave. Although the surroundings are bloody, it doesn't affect it. In the battle of gods, I'm afraid no creature dares to come. At least it proves that for the time being. is safe.

"I hope Mao Shen can run away as far as possible, so that he doesn't die in the attack range of this god."

Maung Shenli is not a monster like him. Even if the god dies, he can still be alive and kicking. It is estimated that if Maang Shenli wants to run back to have a look on the way, or if he runs too slowly, he can eat Maang Shenli's meal later. .

"The stamens and the token are still on his body, otherwise it would be a pity." In a hazy state of consciousness, he prayed in his heart.

This was a commission from the giant lotus. When he faced the zombie tide alone, he had already made plans. Naturally, he would not leave such a thing on his body, so he handed it over to Maang Shenli. If possible, he didn't want to break his promise and get rich. The card might be useful to him in the future.

Gradually, his eyes closed, his consciousness fell into darkness, and his breathing became steady.

It was like he had been staying up all night for a long time. The moment he closed his eyes, his consciousness shut down.

The Holy Light Realm dispelled the surrounding darkness. There was no night eye, no sound, and a rare silence fell.

This night was too long. He was very tired. He had never been so tired before. Both physically and mentally, he was always tense and exhausted.

The waves of corpses came again and again, Lilith was resurrected again and again, and more and more powerful beings entered the mysterious space and universe, and obtained huge amounts of information.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

It's been a long time since I've completely relaxed.

I have been growing up carrying 10,000 kilograms of weight.

"Woooo..."

A light rain fell in the sky, the color of blood, and a mournful cry came from the air, which was the lament of the death of a god.

The blood dyed Langren red, dyed the head of the ghoul red, and splashed water in the endless river of blood.

Finally.

When the first ray of morning light tore through the strange night, it was dawn.

The strange night faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the warm light fell on the earth, healing the creatures that survived in the strange night and healing their wounds.

The light returned to the earth, revealing an endless abyss. Under the melted soil, it was covered with blood, like a huge blood eye staring at the sky from the ground.

In the abyss, endless blood formed a vast ocean. In the center of the blood sea, a ghoul head as big as a mountain floated, with its eyes wide open and covered in blood.

And at the top of this head, a black sickle pierced its head and eyeballs.

The light fell, and a white-haired young man sat in the center of the head with his eyes closed, motionless. The sea of ​​blood around him made him look murderous, and the severed head under his feet gave him a sense of majesty and terror.

Like a king who had experienced a sea of ​​blood and corpses, he was the only one who survived the entire battlefield, stepping on countless corpses, exuding an unparalleled sense of deterrence that was unrivaled in the world.

He sat quietly on the head.

As if he was sitting on the supreme throne.

Lonely and desolate.