This moment was creepy.
Although this is just a guess, it is enough to make people panic.
The spirit walked to the center of the church. When the ceremony began, Su Mingan felt his whole body begin to heat up.
He had never felt so nervous before. The world seemed like a trap set for him.
“Crash——”
White, feather-like tentacles broke through the soil on his back. He gradually felt dizzy.
"What on earth are you doing...?" Su Mingan asked.
"Begin the ceremony? What else can we do?" The spirit said, "I will give you the power that an angel should have. Of course, there will be some physical reactions."
But Su Mingan couldn't feel at ease.
He moved his right hand, and the sword of Alman appeared in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing forward, against the chest of the god. The god did not move forward, but just held his shoulder. The two maintained a confrontation.
Su Mingan felt dizzy. As the ceremony progressed, blood-red lines gradually appeared on his pure white tentacles, like heavy chains.
"I've been waiting for you... Really, I've been waiting for you to come back..." During the ceremony, the god's hands were tightly clasped on his shoulders and he suddenly said this.
"Wha…what?"
Su Mingan could hardly hear his own voice. His five senses began to fade, and he could only vaguely see the mirror-like eyes of the god under the overwhelming white light.
He understood from the very beginning - the nostalgic look that the gods showed from time to time, and the "goodbye gift from the gods" that the sacred tree on the sea said when it gave him the Eye of the Old Time, let him know that the character he played had met the gods before.
Since Su Wensheng is not his original, then he must have had his original in the past thousand years.
He was indeed the savior summoned by fifty fire bearers. But the situation a thousand years ago could not be found. What kind of dispute did the character he played have with the gods a thousand years ago?
Su Mingan gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and thrust it forward. He wanted to make a tentative attack to see how the gods would respond.
But he didn't expect that the tip of Alman's sword would penetrate the god's chest and come out from his back, with blood oozing out. However, there was no pain on his face.
…
You attacked (a spirit)
【Automatically start the BOSS battle mode. 】
[BOSS (God), Combat Power: 4000+]
[Own combat power: 4200+]
[Current odds comparison: 51.28%]
…
Su Mingan was stunned when he saw the system interface pop up.
...The gods only have 4,000 combat power?
The spirit had stopped him from committing suicide so quickly before, and often teleported to his side. He thought the spirit was omnipotent, but it turned out to be only 4,000 points?
The spirit fell backwards, Su Mingan maintained the posture of holding the sword, watching the spirit in front of him slowly pull away from the tip of the sword, leaving a long line of blood. His sword pierced the heart.
The floor tiles are painted with mythological stories praising the gods, and the blood of the gods drips on these stories. The stained glass is slightly shiny. It has spent a long time here and witnessed the changes of the world. Now it once again witnesses the occurrence of important things.
——Kill God.
Su Mingan looked at the god falling in disbelief.
Tick. Tick.
The colorful light shines through the colored window onto the tip of Su Mingan's blood-stained sword, revealing a ray of silent reflection. The young man killed the god here, but no one watched this scene. Only the birds perched on the eaves of the church chirped, and the black crows cried hoarsely.
He squatted down and touched the face of the spirit.
This androgynous face fell into tranquility, with a few strands of white hair hanging on the forehead. His skin felt soft to the touch like a human, but extremely cold, which stimulated Su Mingan so much that he retracted his fingers, thinking he had touched ice.
He pushed aside the white hair and touched the pulse of the god's neck, but there was no pulse. He then touched the god's chest and cut the cloth on his chest with his sword.
This body belongs to a god. He has been a god in this world for thousands of years. In people's eyes, he is omniscient and omnipotent. He accepts everyone's yearning and prayers. But now he lies quietly on the cold ground, in a church full of stories praising him. Su Mingan touched his skin and found that his body was no different from that of a human.
No heartbeat.
Su Mingan leaned against his chest and abdomen, but did not hear any heartbeat.
...Did he really kill the gods?
"Son of God."
A cold voice came from behind.
Su Mingan turned around suddenly and saw a god walking out of the church door.
He still looks the same, with white hair and white robes.
Su Mingan turned back and saw the body still on the ground. It seemed that the spirit had changed its body. It was indeed difficult for him to kill Him.
"How many times do I have to kill you before you die?" Su Mingan said.
"You care about me so much, I thought you wanted to keep me." said the spirit.
"Just the opposite." said Su Mingan.
The spirit stopped in front of him, and Su Mingan felt dizzy again. Most of its tentacles were stained with blood.
"I have observed many vast worlds and watched their rise and fall. The fate of the world is predetermined," said the god.
Su Mingan raised his eyes.
The spirit said: "Zhai Xing is just a small boat sailing in the darkness. It is a narrow boat sailing alone in the long night. It will be easily destroyed if a torch is lit. It is too small and not worth saving. You should have left it long ago."
"I am measuring and determining a stable pattern, eliminating developments that may lead to destruction. This should be the healthiest development trend for a civilization. You are someone who can create miracles, and I need you."
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