Chapter 535: Stupid Death (10,000)

Chatter.

Along with a strange sound, at the moment the impact spread out, a layer of dense, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the surrounding space, and the space was almost completely shattered.

Just from this one scene, one can see the power contained in Ron's dragon claws and the attacker's sharp claws.

Someone attacked!

After all, Philomena is not an ordinary woman. She will not allow herself to be immersed in shyness. The moment she felt the sharp claw, Philomena came to her senses. The Death Piercing Spear that Ron had just returned to her had appeared in Philomena's palm at some point. Without any hesitation, she used the force of Ron dragging her to spin, and stabbed the Death Piercing Spear in her hand towards the back.

"Collapse!"

This shot was quite sharp.

The moment it was stabbed out, a spiral mist immediately appeared on the tip of the gun, like a terrifying whirlpool, instantly shattering the surrounding space and heading straight for the chest of the shallow figure that had just emerged.

The attacker didn't seem to expect Philomena to react so quickly. He just let out a soft "hmm", but it was obvious that the attacker was extremely confident in his own strength.

The sharp claw that was intercepted by Ron before was just lifted up lightly, and one claw lightly touched the tip of the gun.

Ding! This time the sound was unusually sharp.

The sounds seemed to have turned into sharp blades, cutting through the surroundings with a hissing sound, and a large area of ​​space was like a piece of silk cloth that was cut into pieces.

Ron pulled Philomena back a step, his face a little solemn. Just when he clashed with the attacker, Ron could feel the other party's strong energy pouring into his body, and his meridians were almost shattered instantly.

Fortunately, Ostara's heart was still there, and all the injuries were healed in one heartbeat.

But this confrontation was enough for Ron to realize that the opponent's strength was still above his.

Philomena didn't gain any advantage in her fight with the enemy. With a string of sparks, the Gun that Pierces Death was lifted up high in the air. The entire gun was trembling with a buzzing sound. Philomena's palm was also in pain, and the Gun that Pierces Death almost slipped out of her hand.

After noticing the presence of the enemy, Philomena immediately controlled her chaotic thoughts, quietly distanced herself from Ron, and formed an encirclement around the enemy that was not really an encirclement.

"Tsk tsk, you are indeed a prophet."

"As expected of the blasphemer's bloodline."

There were some exclamations from not far ahead.

The voice was a little hoarse, with a tone that was hard to tell whether it was sincere praise or mockery. The shadow became clearer and more solid. Finally, when the shadow completely appeared in front of him, Ron frowned.

It was a tall male.

There is a pair of pure white wings behind him. If it weren't for the eagle-like claws on his hands, Ron would even doubt whether this guy is an angel.

This is a wingman.

That face was very familiar, who else could it be but Noctis? Back when they were with the Ursine, because Noctis had dodged in advance and never appeared again, and because Noctis had given Ron a substitute doll, Ron did not kill Noctis because he was so tactful.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Noctis appeared in front of him again.

No, this guy is not Noctis.

Ron silently looked at the figure opposite him and quickly made a judgment in his heart that the real Noctis had died long ago and his body should have been occupied by another soul.

First of all, although Noctis’ strength is okay, he is only at the legendary level, and the strength displayed by Noctis in front of him is probably not inferior to that of Patridge.

No matter how talented Noctis is or how much luck he has, it is impossible for him to make such a big improvement in such a short time.

Secondly, it is Noctis’ temperament.

The real Noctis has an arrogant and domineering personality, but when facing someone stronger than himself, he can immediately kneel down and admit defeat.

But the Noctis in front of him was different. His eyes were sinister, cruel and crazy. When Noctis's gaze swept over him, Ron even felt a creepy feeling, as if that was not a living being at all, but a pure monster without any emotions.

Possessed by a ghost! Noctis's body had long been occupied by another more powerful soul. As for his original soul, it was probably absorbed, devoured, or crushed and completely disappeared the moment it was occupied.

Tsk.

I didn't expect that even if I let Noctis go, this guy still couldn't escape.

This is body possession.

However, normally, when taking over another body, no matter how powerful the soul is, it will enter a period of weakness and its strength will be greatly reduced because it has to adapt to the new body.

But this guy, even in his weakened state, has strength comparable to that of a demigod like Patridge.

How terrifying was this guy's strength before he took over the body? Some thoughts flashed through Ron's mind, and his eyes silently stared at Noctis in front of him. After careful observation, Ron could clearly see that around Noctis' body, there were faint traces of gray-black traces, like silky ashes, and like strange fluff growing on the body, swaying gently with the biting cold wind.

His face is very white.

It's that kind of sickly, unhealthy paleness.

It was like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

Even though he was standing in front of me, I couldn't feel any anger at all.

His eyes were like two black whirlpools that seemed to be able to suck people's souls in.

Looking at Noctis in front of him, Ron Fuzhixin raised his eyelids and said, "You are... the God of Death Benavid!"

The Pantheon records all gods, whether they are evil or righteous, including the god of death Benavid. The most obvious features of Benavid are the black hair all over his body and the pair of eyes that are like whirlpools that can devour souls.

Among the many righteous gods, the God of Death Benavid ranks in the middle. His authority is somewhat close to that of the God of the Dead, and he has quite good methods against souls.

At this moment, Ron finally understood why Noctis was still so powerful after being possessed by someone, even comparable to the demigod Patridge... No, the real combat power of the death god Benavid after being possessed by someone else might be even stronger than Patridge. At least, Benavid would not be as timid as Patridge, who would flee when encountering a slightly stronger enemy.

From this point of view, the mechanic wanted to kill him, but couldn't do it himself. Maybe he didn't meet certain conditions, and he couldn't even arrange for his gods to take action personally. He could only find a way to let the god's soul descend on a host. Although it was a possession of the body, the god's strength would be severely weakened, but he would still have a very terrifying power. Perhaps in the mechanic's view, using this trick combined with the evil spirit to kill Ron was a sure thing, and basically there would be no accidents.

As soon as these words were spoken, Philomena's face changed drastically.

Death, Benavid? God? The guy in front of her was actually a god? Although Philomena had encountered many powerful enemies in the past thousand years, this was the first time she had encountered a true god.

Subconsciously, Philomena tightened her grip on the weapon in her hand. She was well aware of how much her existence was unacceptable to these high-ranking guys.

Benavid originally wanted to show off in front of Ron and Philomena, but he didn't expect that Ron would call him by his name. He was stunned for a moment and even forgot to answer.

Seeing Benavid's appearance, Ron also frowned.

On the one hand, for Ron now, gods are indeed difficult to deal with.

Even in the state of possessing another's body, the power of the god is still so strong that it is despairing.

On the other hand, Ron felt particularly uncomfortable with Benavidre now.

According to Zhou Yang and Elsa, the so-called gods are just a group of puppets who have great power but no intelligence. They have no self-awareness, no emotions, no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and they always have a cold face.

The gods rebelled for the first time, and a large number of gods died in the war.

There are still some gods who could not be rescued and still remain in heaven.

It is said that after the first and second wars of the gods, the administrators in heaven should have been more strict with the remaining gods. They should have brainwashed these gods frequently to ensure that these gods would not develop any self-will.

But why, looking at Benavidre now, Ron could clearly see pride and surprise on Noctis' face and in his eyes?

This is obviously an emotional reaction that only a living being with its own will would have. Could it be that the administrators of heaven have changed their attitude towards the gods and started using other means to control them?

Ron was confused, but it was a pity that there was obviously no answer to this question. At least Benavid in front of him would not give Ron an answer.

There was only a hint of surprise on the face of the Grim Reaper. His whirlpool-like eyes stared at Ron quietly, as if he could see through everything about him. After a long while, Benavid suddenly laughed, "Ron, you are indeed someone that the repairman pays special attention to. You actually know my name."

"Since you know of my existence, you should understand that you are nothing but ants in front of me." Benavid said proudly, "I am kind-hearted and don't want to kill anyone myself. I will give you a decent death. You two can commit suicide. You can leave your bodies intact and save me the trouble."

Benavid has absolutely none of the qualities that a god should have.

Although he has great strength, his behavior is just like the arrogant and domineering second generation of nobles in the royal city.

These words made Ron and Philomena look at each other in bewilderment. Even Ron began to doubt his own judgment. Is this guy really a god? Could he be a psychopath who came out of some corner? How dare you, a god of death, say that you are kind?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

You're so shameless that you want others to commit suicide right away? If you, the real body of the God of Death, were to descend to the mortal world, you might really have the power to decide life and death with a single word. But now you, Benavid, are just a body that has been taken over. You have only one tenth of your strength. Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?

Ron felt a little headache. He raised one hand and rubbed his temple. Two seconds later, he looked at Benavidre again: "Sir Death, excuse me for asking you a question..."

"Ask." Benavid said generously.

He felt that as a god, he should show tolerance towards these ant-like lives in the lower world.

Ron pointed to his head: "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?"

"Why don't you go see a doctor? Early diagnosis and early treatment are the best options. If you wait until the late stage, it will be too late. Oh, I know a doctor. Although he's a veterinarian, his skills are quite good. Would you like me to introduce him to you?"

Puff! Before Benavid could react to what he said, Philomena next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ron is really mean. He actually wants to introduce a veterinarian to a god, and he doesn't even use a swear word when cursing.

Seeing that Benavid didn't seem to react, Ron sighed helplessly: "If it doesn't work, find a dog to be your brother and let it guide you. After all, dogs are smarter than you."

This time, Benavid finally reacted. Even if he was not very smart, he could tell that Ron was scolding him.

They actually wanted to introduce me to a veterinarian. Isn't that a roundabout way of cursing me as a beast? They actually wanted me to be brothers with a dog, and even said that the dog is smarter than me? Hateful, hateful, hateful... What a shame.

Benavid's face instantly turned the color of liver, and it was bright red. There seemed to be clusters of fiercely burning flames bursting out of his swirling eyeballs. The intense anger even made Benavid unable to control himself, and his body was shaking violently.

The breathing in the throat was as rapid as a bellows.

"Ron, how dare you insult me ​​like this, insult a god, blasphemy, you are blaspheming."

Benavid's voice was unusually gloomy: "Blasphemers like you should be punished by God."

Originally, Benavid had some patience, but now all his patience disappeared in an instant. Benavid did not have the coldness and calmness that the god of death should have. He was like an angry lion, rushing towards Ron with an angry roar, and his sharp claws went straight to grab Ron's head.

That’s not all, the pupils of his eyes began to spin violently.

Benavid's performance confirmed Ron's guess that the managers in heaven had indeed changed the way they treated the gods, but this method was just as cruel. Perhaps they understood that brainwashing could not last long.

Perhaps these gods could be made to obey in a short period of time, but what about a thousand years, two thousand years? Ten thousand years, twenty thousand years? In such a long period of time, a loophole could appear if one is not careful, and the disaster of the first war of the gods could be repeated.

Therefore, they changed their methods. They allowed these gods to have self-awareness to a certain extent, but restricted the self-awareness of these gods to an extremely low level. They would never let these gods become too smart. At the same time, they adopted other methods to ensure the loyalty of these gods.

These gods with low IQs are easier to control than pure white paper, after all, white paper is easily contaminated.

But no matter what, gods are gods after all.

Even though they are not smart, the power they possess is still strong enough to make the creatures in the lower world despair.

At the moment when the vortex in Benavid's eyes began to spin, Ron felt his soul becoming uncontrollably restless. In an instant, his soul seemed to want to break free from the constraints of Ron's body, leave his body, and drill into the dark vortex.

Even Ron's consciousness became briefly blurred.

Fortunately, Ron's will was extremely strong, and his mind returned to normal after just a trance. In just a blink of an eye, Benavid's sharp claws appeared in front of Ron's face.

bite.

At this moment, a long spear suddenly stretched out from behind, almost brushing Ron's neck and hitting Benavid's sharp claws. The claws of the god of death paused slightly in mid-air.

Taking this opportunity, Ron interlaced his two fingers.

Pop.

Along with the sound of snapping fingers, the ancient bell hanging high above the head also made a melodious sound.

Dang! The sound of the bell spread, and Benavid's movements suddenly became stagnant.

Time slows down.

As the God of Death, Benavid could naturally sense the abnormality in himself. He frowned slightly, and then the dense hair on his body began to sway slowly as if floating on the water.

The fluff that seemed to be just decorations began to release some kind of hidden power, just like ripples on the surface of a lake. Circles of invisible mist gradually spread out around and formed a special area, isolating the power of the law of time outside.

It has to be said that although these gods are not very smart and have extremely low IQs, they are extremely powerful in combat.

Moreover, once entering the combat state, these gods seemed to have triggered another system, and the aura of their entire existence changed instantly. The anger in Benavid's eyes was quickly swallowed up by the dark indifference, and a faint light burst out from his eye sockets.

A deep, almost solid darkness emerged around Ron and Philomena. In the darkness, they could even clearly see countless strange and twisted shadows slowly wriggling.

These strange shadows opened their mouths one by one, and they seemed to be howling silently.

Their arms and legs seemed to have turned into soft poisonous snakes, wriggling slowly in the air and wrapping around Ron and Philomena's limbs and necks.

Almost at the same time, Benavid opened his mouth: "Your soul, return to my arms."

With that indifferent voice, Benavid opened his arms.

As for Ron, he only felt a buzzing in his head, and everything went pale in an instant.

The next moment, a gray-black shadow had completely separated from Ron's body, floating in the air, drifting towards Benavid.

The second chapter of 10,000 words is here.

(End of this chapter)