The sharp blade penetrates the flesh, the bones break, blood sprays, and the body falls to the ground.

The interweaving of blood and flesh, the reflection of sound and color made up a bloody dance called "Massacre".

Among countless demons of different shapes, a man is slaughtering at will!

If the sharpest and straight sword tip is rushing towards a direction that has never changed!

Until, the end of everything.

In the end, he succeeded.

The sharp blade that cut off countless demons was not too much compared to the legendary magic weapon. However, at this moment, after experiencing countless collisions, it was already in ruins.

However, it has completed its final mission.

The sharp sharp edge that seemed to be cut into space, the last burst of no matter how much it was, from the inside out, destroyed the "source core" hidden in the heart of the final enemy.

It is the end of everything.

...

Yeah?

...

“Is it worth it?”

The source core has been broken, but the source material has not dried up, and the enemy has not yet died completely.

The golden eyes lit up, and the sacred and majestic words resounded through this space, causing the tremor of all things, as if they were trembling for the power of the gods.

However, all these strange phenomena that seemed to be like gods in the world did not cause the slightest fear of the man who was exhausted and then lying on the ground.

The reason why, if this is a real god, then this man is the legendary god-killer.

The man forced his lips to pull the corners of his mouth, and for now he smiled, murmured slightly like a mosquito sing: "Don't pretend, wouldn't it be better to leave some strength to say a few more words?"

So slight, but like the final verdict, shocking people.

In an instant, the power of the world passed in an instant, and the golden light in his eyes fainted quietly. Even His perfect divine body was no longer as glory as before.

"Do you think this can stop me?"

He still has the power to end the man, but he did not act, but stood beside the man and said slowly.

Even if the source substance in His body has begun to be consumed by maintaining the final signs and then gradually withered.

"Why not?" The man reluctantly raised his hand to block the direct sunlight that appeared after the misty black fog dissipated, "You are almost dying."

"It's just a body," He sat next to the man, as if the battle between the two people had never happened before. He pulled out a sudden growth of dogtail grass from the ground and sent it to the man's mouth, "It's just that it was delayed for a while."

"That's enough," the man bit the grass and said softly, "The next thing will be left to the later generations..."

"Soulless sacrifice." He looked at the scenery in the distance, and looked at the cracks that began to spread like an egg shell in the space... As a god, He was about to die, and even the divine realm could not continue to maintain it. However, He did not take any rescue measures.

Just like that, sitting, watching, waiting.

"Haha..." The explosion of the source core made the man's body broken and full of holes, and the source material was constantly losing. He forced a smile, "How could it be meaningless? They are still alive, this is the meaning."

"The gods will not die," He still looked into the distance, "I am just a vanguard. This opportunity... can only bring you a period of delay. I cannot completely destroy the link."

"Next time," He turned his head and looked at the man, "we will no longer show mercy."

The "we" that is deliberately aggravated seems to be conveying some implicit meaning.

"Ha," the man smiled, "Next time, I will not stop you."

The air suddenly fell into silence and was silent.

"Why not drink it," He asked softly, "After a sleep, everything will be over, and a new era will come."

"The new era belongs to humans, not so-called gods," the man waved his hand and spitted out the grass in his mouth, "not to mention..."

"My child is one year old today and I am so calm that I am so busy that I don't even have time to drink a sip of wine!"

The shouts of full vigor suddenly broke the previous atmosphere.

"Haha..." He shook his head, "I forgot this."

"So, the godfather can actually forget the birthday of his child. You godfather is completely incompetent!" The man poked his fingers around His waist, "Are you supposed to prepare some apology?"

"The gift is ready," He chuckled, "He will be fine, rest assured."

"That's good," the man's hand drooped weakly. After the time of his return, he felt a sharp decline. "That's good..."

"Let them be prepared, there is not much time left." He inputted the last trace of source substance into the man's body, delaying the candlelight of life that was about to be completely extinguished, and then waved his hand and sent the man out of this space on the verge of destruction.

"My best friend... prepare your fellow citizens," He murmured softly, "Next time, it will be true, God will come!"

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Chapter completed!