"Hmm...fresh air!"
'Lord''s nostrils quivered, and he took a deep breath, showing an intoxicated look. He slowly spread his arms, as if embracing the world: "It's such a refreshing smell. I haven't felt it in a long time." pass."
It’s different...
If the man's previous posture felt more like a human being, then the current man's posture undoubtedly gave him the feeling that he was out of the human category.
Wilbur Whateley, who had long abandoned individuals, had a very profound understanding of this point, so almost in an instant, he judged that they were not the same person!
Although he has the same human appearance, he exudes a completely different soul. Chaos, disorder, violence, killing, destruction, destruction...all negative words are the labels of the man in front of him!
If Lord was still conscious at this time, he would definitely find that his mask had changed. It was no longer the simple style in Los Angeles, but a more recognizable look.
The appearance of the mask resembles that of some kind of demon, with sheep bones as the main structure. The pale white tone, which is almost like ashes, is mixed with strange dark lines, making this mask look majestic and evil as a whole. The sense of dissonance between holiness and depravity.
He is like an angel who saves the world, and he is like a demon who leads people to fall. The two completely different temperaments are strangely intertwined in one mask.
From the top of the mask, there are two curved horns extending back. The eyes penetrate the dark and deep holes in the mask, burning with scarlet flames. A pair of gilt pupils, upright in shape like wild beasts, emanate from them. There was an air of violence and murder.
The dark spiritual pressure rubs violently in the air, like burning hellfire, constantly eroding the surrounding space and materials, and even the air is expelled, forming a near-vacuum area.
"I see......."
Wilbur Whateley squinted his eyes and seemed to suddenly understand the reason. He showed his white teeth and smiled: "No wonder I can't parasitize you, with such strong negative emotions and this unhuman posture. , it turns out that you have been parasitized by something else!"
"Be careful when you speak."
'Lord' raised his head and looked at it, his long and narrow beast eyes narrowed into a slit, and there was a faint coldness in the gilded color: "Although I can't understand this guy's behavior, but I don't think so." It means that rubbish like you can dictate our existence."
"I'm trash, so who are you?"
Wilbur Whateley was not angry, he just stared at Him with a half-smile, and twitched the corners of his stiff lips: "If it weren't for my help, you would still be suppressed by him now. Your target is this body anyway." Body, how about we cooperate?"
'Lord' didn't reply, but looked at Wilbur Whateley with interest, as if waiting for its next topic.
Seeing that 'Lord' did not immediately refute, but was waiting for him to continue speaking, Wilbur Whateley suddenly felt happy.
It seems that I guessed right. The other party's goal is to occupy this body. As long as it can grasp this and stabilize this seemingly scary guy, when its great plan is completed, it can parasitize another body. A strong body!
"That's right, it's cooperation!"
Wilbur Whateley waved his arms and said excitedly: "The goal of both of us is this person's soul. Although I also hope to get it, I can give him to you, so we don't have to Fight!"
"Not only that, I can also help you erase his consciousness, allowing you to completely control this soul, and even build a body for you to accommodate this soul and make you stronger!"
"Eternal life! Powerful! Immortal!"
"As long as you are willing to help me and complete the great plan to become a god, then we will be the gods of the new world, and like the God in the Bible, we will control everything in the world!"
Wilbur Whateley's emotions were ignited to the extreme, like a fanatical cult, and he asked Lord to join them step by step.
"So, let's join forces!"
Wilbur Whateley licked his lips, looked at Him with feverish eyes, and said: "As long as you are willing to join us, you will become an omnipotent god, and everything in the world will kneel at your feet. Why should you covet this man’s soul?”
"hehe......"
"hahahahahahahaha......"
The corners of Lord's lips curled up in an exaggerated arc, as if he had heard some big joke. There was a trace of ridicule in his eyes, and he laughed arrogantly.
The laughter echoed in the empty hall, and the sarcastic eyes were like a sharp thorn, piercing into Wilbur Whateley's heart. The original enthusiastic expression gradually disappeared, and his face became gloomy and ugly. :"what are you laughing at?"
"You... misunderstood something."
'Lord' stopped laughing, tilted his head and looked at it with a strange look, and grinned: "He and I are one body, there is no concept of who devours the other, and what you call ascending to the gods, It doesn’t appeal to me at all!”
The great plan that he was most proud of was actually belittled or even disdained by others. This made Wilbur Whateley feel furious, and two cold and fierce rays of light shot out from his pupils.
"Are you going to ask why?"
'Lord' didn't give it a chance to ask questions, and said leisurely: "The reason is actually very simple, because I...am originally a god!"
"A spiritual body born from negative emotions dares to claim that he is a god?" Wilbur Whateley said with a strong sense of ridicule on his face: "I originally wanted you to be my waiter, but now It seems that my expectations were too high and you are just a stupid, arrogant idiot."
"so......"
A cold light appeared in Wilbur Whateley's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, blood-red flames ignited, and a thousand waves rolled up in an instant: "It's better for a low-quality product like you to die."
The words were settled.
The bloody flames ignited in the entire hall, roaring like a flood and coming from all directions, blocking all possible escape routes, leaving no room for escape!
"Die! Die! Die!"
Wilbur Whateley had a ferocious face and let out a wild laugh: "Dedicate all your strength, flesh and blood, memory, soul, spirit... to me!!!"
Boundless bloody flames poured down like a vast ocean, flooding the entire hall in an instant.
In the reflection of the tumbling fireworks, you can vaguely see countless heads flashing past, like ghosts breaking free from hell. Negative emotions such as jealousy, resentment, and resentment turned into substantial mental shocks in an instant!
boom--
As the earth trembled, the blood flames engulfed 'Lord'.
But something unexpected happened to Wilbur Whateley. The man's figure remained motionless in the burning flames, and his dazzling golden eyes were still clearly visible through the bright red flames, as if they were scorching hot. Lava generally flows slowly.
'Lord', who was in the flames, had a sarcastic smile on his lips. He slowly raised his right hand and clenched it in the void. An invisible blade with an almost transparent texture appeared in his hand at some point: "I'll teach you another lesson. It only takes one knife to kill a waste like this."
