Zhuang Mingge's expression turned extremely ugly because he heard the desperate cries of the angels.

"The Holy Son is dead!"

"Our Son is dead, our Son is dead."

"Lord, our Son is dead. He was killed by rebellious humans. Lord, I curse this world. I curse this human being who killed the Son!"

Because of the disadvantage of protecting the Son, the angel who cursed the world and mankind committed suicide.

After his death, his body turned into a white light and soared into the sky. The desperate curse turned into a ball of black air, squirmed for a few seconds, dissipated with a crash, and flew in all directions. Zhuang Mingge suddenly felt that there seemed to be a touch of Ruo on his shoulders.

There is a weight that seems to be nothing.

"Lord, I also curse this world, curse this human being who has killed life and death, and curse all human beings."

Another angel shed tears of blood from his eyes, roared hysterically, and wailed in agony. This was the song of mourning, the sound of despair.

After he committed suicide, a white light rose into the sky, and the curse also turned into a ball of black energy, dissipated, and flew in all directions to every corner of the world.

Zhuang Mingge's face became more and more ugly. Every angel would curse and wail before committing suicide, and more and more black energy was scattered in all directions.

This is a curse. They are cursing the world. They are cursing the humans of the world.

Zhuang Mingge looked at the Holy Son's head fiercely, with a weird smile still on his face, as if he was mocking Zhuang Mingge and his behavior.

Zhuang Mingge's face looked like a ghost, and he felt the weight of the curse.

The curse, which was obviously nothingness, was now pressing on his shoulders as if it were something real. It made Zhuang Mingge unable to breathe. This was the weight of the curse. It seemed to crush Zhuang Mingge, becoming heavier and heavier.

"Do you think you won? Do you think you really won?"

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but roar, "No, you didn't win, you won't win at all!"

He flew back to the battlefield of angels and killed a large number of angels with a single movement. While killing, he shouted at other gods and demons: "Kill them before they break the curse, kill them!"

The reason why the Son summoned so many angels was because he wanted to overwhelm mankind with their numbers. If there were only a hundred angels or a thousand angels, it would not be enough to make all the people in the world fall and the world to perish.

So Zhuang Mingge slaughtered angels wantonly, killing them before they issued the curse to reduce the power of the curse. However, a large number of angels kept committing suicide and cursed, and more and more terrible curses were scattered in all directions. Zhuang Mingge felt that his shoulders were being crushed.

It was shattered, and a hint of black air appeared in the sky of the earth.

The world is restless. There is some uneasiness, some strange black energy.

"You can't stop it." Hei Changzhi is a curse god, so he naturally knows the curse very well. Seeing Zhuang Mingge fall into madness, Buyou shook his head slightly.

"These curses have penetrated deep into their souls. Even if you kill them, it will not help."

"I don't believe it!" Zhuang Mingge roared.

He wanted to prevent this from happening. However, he personally made it happen.

"White terror is the root of all annihilation. The brave men shed tears. God couldn't bear the charcoal in the world and closed his eyes. Ah, this is a song of destruction, a chant of despair."

Zhuang Mingge murmured the language of Gremory and finally understood.

It turns out that this is white.

White lights rising into the sky, and desperate curses, just as the prophecy said, this is a song of destruction, a chant of despair. Zhuang Mingge couldn't help laughing, and roared angrily, "You have the guts, you damn

Damn you, bastard, bastard, you bastard who deserves death."

After the death of the Holy Son, his soul will enter reincarnation. However, he personally caused this situation, causing the destruction of the world and the extinction of mankind. Maybe it won't take long before he is reincarnated, and he can wake up naturally, wave his hand, and not take away a single cloud.

, returned to heaven calmly and calmly.

Everyone was fooled by him.

This cunning bastard played everyone.

Zhuang Mingge lost completely, but he would never admit defeat or give up. It would be too ugly to give up.

Zhuang Mingge is definitely not willing to be such a guy who gives up without any effort.

"Help me." He looked at Hei Changzhi. Hei Changzhi is the god of curses. He is more proficient in curses than any other god. He might be able to find a way. "You can definitely help me, right."

Hei Changzhi hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Okay."

"What can I do?" Zhuang Mingge hesitated and grabbed the life-saving straw. He excitedly rushed forward and grabbed Hei Changzhi's shoulders, shaking him hard.

"Because you killed the Holy Son, you are qualified to bear all the curses. I can teach you a way to gather the curses scattered around the world, and then hit these curses on you alone.

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"Okay, let's use this method." Zhuang Mingge said without hesitation.

Hei Changzhi advised: "But you should know that tens of thousands of angels are cursing you with death at the same time. This curse is not easy. It may even crush your body and soul."

"It doesn't matter." Zhuang Mingge said: "I have realized it a long time ago. When I killed the Holy Son, I already carried this realization."

When Zhuang Mingge found out that the Holy Son was imprisoned, he would have had the opportunity to kill the Holy Son long ago.

It's just that I was afraid of the revenge of the Son and his father, God, so I didn't kill him, which led to this situation happening today.

So when he killed the Holy Son, Zhuang Mingge had already come to his senses.

Killing the Holy Son is a serious crime. Even Zhuang Mingge cannot escape. Maybe even God will personally crush him to death. With such despair, bearing the curse of tens of thousands of angels is nothing.

Thus, the battle came to an end.

The magical world finally conquered Oceania.

Tens of thousands of angels died and the Holy Son died. When the news spread throughout the world, the magic world reached the top of the world with an unrivaled attitude and ruled the world.

The Holy See was completely in decline and existed in name only.

Zhuang Mingge's reputation has spread all over the world. No one can obey Zhuang Mingge's orders, and no one dares to point fingers at Zhuang Mingge or say anything wrong.

He is like a god living in the human world, supreme.

Because of the angel's curse, Oceania was the first place to be cursed. Many humans suffered from various diseases. The once paradise on earth was almost reduced to a place of eternal destruction.

The Gaia consciousness of the earth groaned in pain. She also endured the curse of tens of thousands of angels, but she never complained to Zhuang Mingge.
Chapter completed!