Chapter 107 The End Day 11

A large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted onto the screen, staining three-quarters of the frame red. The body of the pretty girl fell from the sky like a rag doll.

Everything was so easy and a little weird.

[No, that's it?]

[Huh? That's it? No buddy? That's it?]

[Ah?]

But of course things can't be that simple. Afro did have a big hole in the body of the pretty girl, and the life disappeared in the blink of an eye, but soon the other woman suddenly appeared with flowing golden patterns, and the air floating between heaven and earth seemed to turn into satin, draping over her body.

Seeing this, Afro frowned slightly, and waved his hand again. Even more violent lightning struck the ground.

The magician was not idle either. Vines so thick that they could not be covered by several people's arms emerged one after another. They were densely packed like a jungle, twisted into a rope and grew rapidly in the sky. Finally, they turned into a huge tree made of vines that was nearly 100 meters long. The ends that spread out in all directions did their best to block the attacks and residual power falling on the ground.

Here, Aphrodite and the goddess of fate were entangled. The two of them rose into the sky and fought fiercely in the sky. The collision of magic and supernatural powers made it difficult for people to distinguish. All they could see was the mushroom cloud and the exploding supernatural light waves that cut off half of the distant mountaintops.

[Oh my god... this, this, this is not a battle that Carl and the others can participate in...]

[Carl is fine, Carl has been upgraded, it should be Lima and the others, right? This level of battle is no longer something that humans can participate in]

[Lima is at least the great apostle of the God of Time, I am more worried about Tatalina. Tatalina is a complete blank now]

[So no one cares about my wife Lance? My hot wife hasn't appeared in a long time!]

[This level of battle, I am afraid even a magician will find it difficult to intervene, tsk]

In fact, this is not a question of whether the magician can intervene, but he is waiting. Waiting for someone to appear. They had no intention of annihilating the goddess of fate at this moment. It was impossible, otherwise he would not have gone to such lengths to upgrade Carl. What he wanted to do was to kill the minions of the goddess of fate here.

And now, a strange light flashed in the magician's eyes. He knew that the person he was waiting for had come.

The huge white wings blocked the sunlight and cast a dark shadow on the ground. What followed was a film-like barrier that appeared out of nowhere in the sky, spreading rapidly to the distance at the speed of a virus. As long as someone accidentally touched it, it would produce a strong superpower impact. The sudden superpower injection could easily cause a normal person's superpower circuit to go into chaos, and eventually explode and die.

At this moment, the owner of the pair of wings stopped steadily behind the goddess of fate and lowered his head, just like he had done countless times.

The magician stood on the house, and saw Pence's unclear expression against the light. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. In the end, he could only purse his lips and turn his head away, as if he didn't dare to face the trust given to him by the magician, but his action of doing nothing seemed to prove something.

[You kid, you are a pure fence-sitter! Here you come to stand up for the master]

[Uh uh uh uh! Anyone who hurts my husband will be killed without mercy! ]

[Help, please, you are not going to perform another "Kill Me to Be King" for me? This kind of scene is really a bit speechless]

[I don’t think so, the most likely reason is that Pence is fishing in troubled waters, and maybe he can help Ferrog, and no one can offend the main one]

However, regarding Pence’s move, which can almost be regarded as betraying an ally, the magician’s face did not show a trace of anger, or the shock of being deceived. On the contrary, the good-looking face under the mask raised the corners of his lips and showed a smile.

This smile obviously made Burns feel a little uncomfortable. When his apostle stopped the magician from opening his mouth, it was too late.

"You accepted my gift, but you still didn't join my camp. I'm really disappointed that the famous Sky God is so untrustworthy."

The magician's words were obviously not meant to mock Pence, but to deliberately tell the goddess of fate, 'Your dog has betrayed me, are you sure you still want to believe it?'

However, since Pence dared to appear in Ferrog so openly, it was obvious that He had made some preparations. For example, He had already mentioned the matter of the Clock Stone to the goddess of fate in advance, so the magician's words at this moment could not bring any harm to Him. But

Pence could not have thought that instead of enduring for a while and then working together to overthrow the goddess of fate, he would actually choose to directly expose Pence at this time. Wouldn't it be better for him to still live in the goddess of fate's camp?

"Pence has reported this to me a long time ago. Unfortunately, elf, your trick of creating discord doesn't work."

The magician crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head, as if he had heard something funny.

"Really? Then it's obvious that your dog didn't introduce me to you."

The goddess of fate didn't take this unpromoted life form seriously, and she didn't want to argue with the magician about these meaningless things. She just wanted to chop off Aphrodite's head today as a trophy.

But it was obvious that Pence was very bothered by this title. The sad and aggrieved expression that he had maintained since the moment he saw the magician was replaced by an expressionless and even slightly distorted face.

He also understood that perhaps from the beginning, the magician had no real intention of cooperating with him. The magician and the goddess of fortune both thought that he was just an appendage of the goddess of fortune, a dog. This realization made him angry.

But at this time, all the audience had arrived, how could the magician let the goddess of fortune continue to obstruct Aphrodite.

The camera finally slowly moved forward to the magician, whose face had not been shown in this chapter. The smile he had been maintaining became lighter and lighter, until his lips returned to a straight line, and there was no smile in his eyes. A

hand in a white glove was placed on the mask and gently took it off. The mask briefly covered the camera, and the next second, there was silver hair flying in the air, a beautiful face that was almost demonic, and a pair of gray eyes.

"It's been a long time."

The next second, the barrage of comments burst out like a well, flooding the screen, so dense that the faces of the characters in the comics could not be seen clearly.

[Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! What's going on!!!] [

No!!! Oh my god!!! Ahh ...

Finally, these two men who had never met in "The Godhead of All Worlds" unveiled the last veil at this moment.

A flashback suddenly appeared in the comics, and it was Lance walking in Bellit. He sat on the windowsill of the auction house, and the soft moonlight shone on his face, outlining his handsome face inch by inch.

And as he looked down, it was Carl and his group who were talking and laughing, and had not yet shouldered the heavy responsibility. On one side were the children laughing in the moonlight, and on the other side were the silent avengers on the high-rise buildings. It seemed that no matter which side they empathized with, there was an unspeakable sadness.

The camera stayed on Lance's gray eyes for a long time, and then he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, it was a pair of scarlet eyes like rubies.

The cursed, almost villainous words made Carl breathless. He used his most beautiful face to do the most vicious things that needed to be caught and severely punished. He also saved Carl and others from danger step by step with a mask, and guided them step by step to the center of responsibility.

The lonely avenger with long silver hair and the elegant agent with a silver mask in the night, the two faces finally overlapped.

"Why is it called a magician?"

"Because it was fake from the beginning and did not exist."

"It's just that the real magician is me, and magic is also me."

[Fuck! So, so there was no comparison group from the beginning, and it was not a collision of personalities. They just shared the traffic. They were basically the same person]

[No wonder it's a magician... Damn Lance is a magician, and the magician is magic, damn it! Damn it!!! 】

【So...they said that he didn't see the magician in the future because the magician's vest was taken off today, so the magician doesn't exist, right】

【But...the magician said that he hopes Lance doesn't exist either, what does that mean?】

【Wife, wife, you really suffered, oooooooooooooooooooo】

Realizing that it seemed that the goddess of fate was fooled, she was no longer as calm as before. Although the possibility of Neropo was also in her guess, it was obvious that this way of appearance was not the destiny she expected, and she had to get destiny back on track.

So the attack that was originally rushing towards Aphrodite began to turn rapidly, and attacked Lance frantically with nearly ten times the amount. But Lance did not dodge, but stood there calmly, allowing the ice wall to block all attacks.

"I have tried so many times, sometimes, I even think that I should believe in fate. Because I have really tried fate too many times."

In the night, Lance's face showed unexpected calmness, as if the pain he had experienced in the past was so insignificant, not worth mentioning, and could be spoken of lightly.

Pence could not understand Lance's words, but the goddess of fate did. She could certainly perceive that the trajectory of fate from the past to the future was undergoing subtle changes every moment, but she did not know how much role Lance played in it and how many times he played a role.

Lance raised his hand, spread his five fingers, looked at his smooth skin through the moonlight, and murmured to himself.

"I am Lance, and I am also Neropo."

"I have been Lance for a thousand years, but the next second I will become Neropo again, over and over again. Sometimes I can't even tell whether I am a half-human, half-dragon, a waste that is struggling to survive, or a god who is high above and revered by thousands of people."

The timelines belonging to different Lance and different Neropo are finally displayed in front of the readers at this moment, burned by fire, slaughtered to death, blood and flesh flying, wailing everywhere. It is Neropo who was strangled, sunk into the sea, and his godhood was crushed again. Every scene is so thrilling, and so helpless.

[Wuwuwu, my wife, I won't save this world anymore, let's go home and have a good sleep, okay?]

[To be honest, for Lance, killing the goddess of fate may not be a responsibility, but an obsession. He is in an endless cycle, constantly being stripped of his godhood, changing from Nero to Lance, and being killed by various circumstances, returning to the past to try new methods. After countless reunions with old friends and countless deaths, it was a miracle that Lance could still take revenge with hatred. The most normal ending for him should be to numbly give up in the reincarnation until the reincarnation is completely impossible, and then the whole world is finished.

So he is equivalent to returning again and again. How many thousands of years have passed? If it were a god, he would be dead.

So, no one is more qualified than Lance to say that he loves Ataco.

Lance took a deep breath, and the tired expression on his face gradually disappeared, followed by a crazy and arrogant smile.

"But it doesn't matter. No matter how many times it comes, I will take you to death."

In the increasingly panicked expression of the goddess of fate, Lance clasped his hands on his chest. Everyone could see that he was brewing a crazy supernatural riot, and the golden lines on his body were flowing rapidly. However, neither Pence nor the goddess of fate could stop Lance's actions.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a strong light burst out from Lance's body, and cracks tore through his body inch by inch, and blood gushed out. The pair of crazy eyes just lost their light silently.

Suddenly, it snowed.

In the flying snow, the figure fell from the sky and landed on the ground like a kite with a broken string.

It was just like the snowy day when his chest was pierced.