Chapter 72: Chronicle of the Fallen God 15

Hearing these words, Neropo raised his head stiffly like a clockwork puppet. In his memory, there was only one person who would call him by this name, and that person was the person in front of him.

The pink puppet in his memory had grown into a very aggressive young man. Although the youthfulness was still visible on his face, his future appearance could still be seen. The wings behind him spread out in front of Neropo for the first time, blocking the last bit of afterglow, leaving only a shadow on Neropo's face.

At this moment, the comics pushed into Neropo's eyes, into his memories, and the identity of the young man in front of him was revealed. The one standing at the street corner looking at the tourists passing by longingly, the one being held by Chu Cheng's hand while eating dessert, the doll who said he wanted more next time mercilessly thrust the sword into Neropo's chest.

"Want..."

"Want what?"

"Want to eat..."

"That's right, tsk, if I don't treat you to this, Afro will have to nag me and say I'm inhumane" "

......"

"What's your name?"

"What do you want to call me?"

"Lance"

.........

"Lance, long time no see"

At that moment, just like this moment, the child who was held by Neropo's hand at that time, now looks down at the vulnerable Neropo. The silver sword in his hand scratched the ground and raised a cloud of snow mist, and finally stood in front of Neropo.

Neropo still sat there in a daze, until his chin was pinched by a pair of hands. He felt some pain and was forced to move his eyes upwards, bumping into the face that was still young in his memory.

But those gray eyes were not familiar to the other party. Neropo even heard him tut, as if he was selecting goods and was unhappy to see a scratch on a beautiful product.

His fingers slid down and touched Neropo's fragile and sensitive throat, and then he rested on it tenuously, and the soft fingertips pressed on Neropo's Adam's apple, blocking all of Neropo's words deep in his throat.

How could Neropo not understand all this at this moment? His fingers rubbed across the snow and suddenly grabbed the other's wrist. His stunned eyes were gradually filled with hatred and murder, and finally his gray eyes were full of unpredictable feelings.

"God of the Sky..."

Hearing his identity being read out by Neropo, Pence did not let go of his hand, and even his fingertips moved a little harder, and Neropo's chin was pinched red.

Neropo's hand on Pence's arm also gradually sank, and his nails deeply penetrated Pence's flesh. Pence did not show any displeasure on his face, but when Neropo inserted the thorns full of ice into his arm along his fingertips, he gently brushed Neropo's hand away, and even did not pull out the ice thorns on his face and arm that were bleeding.

"Heh...how about...now, give me the final blow?"

Pence didn't respond to Neropo's words. He just patted the non-existent snow on his body and stood up on his knees, leaving Neropo alone, spitting blood and shaking his shoulders.

[Fuck, you naughty child, you treat your brother like this!!!]

[Oh my god, Neropo gave Pence one of his few gentlenesses, but this dead kid actually stabbed him with a sword in the backhand]

[Fuck, Lance buried Carl in the first foot, and Pence came right after. Thinking about it this way, could it be that Pence already knew that Carl had been hiding in Ataco, but because Lance used the divine power to hide Carl, he was a little confused at first]

[Did he immediately determine that it was Carl? I haven't named him completely yet, so don't say champagne halfway.】

【Although, do you think there is a second possibility? It would be too rude to introduce a new character now】

【I think it is basically certain that the new god who caused the Twilight of the Gods is Karl. The only difference is whether it was his previous life or he has never been reincarnated】

【Suddenly I remembered what Lance said when Bellit and Little Sun had a disagreement on the concept, "I thought that the stupid decision of a stupid god cost the whole country." He must be talking about himself, because his divine descent has plunged Altaco into endless pain and numbness】

【Little Sun said that he would risk his life to stop Lance from turning the entire Ten Thousand Worlds Continent into Altaco. When he said this, Lance's pupils shrank and his hands clenched into fists. How sad, he gave everything he had only to become an example of being blocked.

He asked Little Sun why he didn't just kill all those damned people, but Little Sun refused, so he took care of them one by one himself. 】

【I don't know what to say. So far, all of Lance's efforts have gone down the drain like a joke. It's true that there is no fate. For Afro's deification, Lance lost his qualification to be lazy. For the believers of Altaco, Lance lost his godhood. For the kindness of that night, Lance had to pay more than half of his life】

The last shot of the comic book was pushed vertically downward from the sky. All you can see is a vast snowfield with large patches of roses blooming. In the middle of the snow is a person with his eyes closed. Even though he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't open his tightly locked brows.

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【Comic update completed】

The real Chu Cheng’s hands are now on Pence’s chest, his nails that have grown a little from his belly are digging into his clothes, his eyes hiding in the shadows are staring at Pence, his peach blossom eyes narrowed in a sudden sneer.

"Why, is my proposal not good?"

Pence stared at Chu Cheng coldly, neither agreeing nor denying, his face was particularly serious, but coupled with his slightly pale face, it was inevitable that people would think that he was a child pretending to be an adult.

How could Chu Cheng not know who Pence was, even if he didn’t know when he first met the doll, but when he found that Carl’s hair in his pocket was missing, he should have understood what happened no matter how stupid he was, not to mention that he was not that kind of person. How could something in a god's pocket be taken away at will? The only one who could do that was another god.

Although Chu Cheng originally intended to use this hair as a springboard to connect the past and the future, he couldn't do that now because Burns found Carl in the future and this hair definitely played a role. He couldn't easily change the established facts that had been drawn in the comics, otherwise it would alert the goddess of fate.

But not changing does not mean that Chu Cheng cannot make a move. At least he knows from the future plot that Pence is definitely not a stupid chess piece that only obeys arrangements. On the contrary, he is very ambitious and grows at an astonishing speed. At least in just a thousand years, he has grown from a child who dares not even spread his wings to a god who can swallow a country, cultivate weapons, and breed a new storm.

And now Pence, who has not grown up, is still a skinny camel bigger than a horse even if he faces Chu Cheng who is seriously injured. Chu Cheng will never be easily killed by Pence, and Pence will never make such a loss-making deal. And now, as long as the seeds of resistance are planted in the heart of this god, it will grow into a towering tree in time.

After a while, Pence held Chu Cheng's fingertips and guided his hand to touch his eyes, without blinking, as if he had a prosthetic eye. The strange gelatinous touch of his hand made Chu Cheng subconsciously shrink his hand, but Lance held it two points closer and poked Pence's eyes directly.

Chu Cheng paused, looked up, met Pence's eyes that still did not contain any emotion, but smiled silently, and then, in such a fair but incredible place, Chu Cheng left his supernatural power fluctuations. Pence

did not resist at all, and let Chu Cheng inject a bone-chilling cold air into his body through his eyeballs. After doing all this, the two of them left in opposite directions as if they had an inexplicable tacit understanding.

In fact, Chu Cheng's chest was indeed pierced by Pence's sword, but the amount of bleeding was not that serious. It was completely caused by Chu Cheng's forced use of his supernatural powers. The purpose was to rely on visual performance to influence the performance in the comics. After all, if he guessed correctly, comics are equivalent to the past to a considerable extent, which will definitely affect the judgment of the goddess of fate. After all, the fate in comics is also a kind of fate.

And this comic performance can be said to be a "misunderstanding editing". For example, the last shot of Chu Cheng lying on the ground with blood vomiting was actually the shot after burying Carl, and Pence's back as he left was cut from behind.

Chu Cheng stood up on the snow and patted the blood off his body, wiped the blood off his face, licked his bloody fangs with his tongue, and then spat and wiped the blood off his lips with the back of his hand.

[Lord Neropo, a vampire has come to see Lord Afro.]

A familiar sound of spliced ​​wind came into his mind, and he knew it was sent by Bing Keke. Vampire?... Chu Cheng quickly matched it with the only vampire he knew in his memory.

Chu Cheng bit his lips with his teeth, pushed back the broken hair stuck to his forehead, and turned into a dragon and flew towards Ferog. Without the token, Chu Cheng could only fly towards Ferog in his physical body, but it was difficult for him to maintain the dragon form. After losing most of his divine power, Chu Cheng also lost the magic circuit that belonged to the dragon race, which also meant that Chu Cheng was forcibly stripped of his dragon status.

But fortunately, there were still a few pieces of divine power left in Chu Cheng's body, and the dragon spine had not been completely stripped off, so he could still maintain it for a while, at least enough for him to fly to Ferog. Now without Afro, Ferog had lost his popularity, and even his voice was almost gone.

Whether it was crying for mercy or cursing, everything disappeared. The breath that Avro had maintained for thousands of years disappeared, leaving people at a loss, just like a child who had been living in an environment filled with oxygen and was suddenly thrown into a vacuum environment. He was not even afraid, and he didn't even know how to breathe.

But Chu Cheng had to do this. Avro had to "fall", otherwise it might not be just Avro who would fall. Chu Cheng came to Avro's palace with ease and familiarity, just in time to hear the man in the palace, who had a thin face, sunken eyes, and was too tired to burst out. The expensive and straight suit and the glittering gems could not hide his despair, introduced his name.

"Hello, Apostle, I am Akapone Troy.