Gods cannot be looked directly at!
On the continent of Phaedras, this sentence is engraved in the hearts of almost every priest who touches the extraordinary. Even if she is a demigod at the moment, no one has the intention to resist when facing the real gods. , not even the thought of resistance can arise!
Roshan felt as if her heart was being pinched by a pair of giant hands. Facing Weinersen's Eyes of the Sycamore tree, she felt that it was so powerful that one look could suppress her!
"Whip!" Weinerson's voice sounded.
Snapped! Snapped!
Luo Shan was hit by the invisible soft whip with thorns, which shattered her velvet skirt, split her skin and flesh, and exposed her bones.
Looking at the bruised woman in front of him, she has completely lost her former dignity and pride as a demigod. Now she is curled up on the ground like an ordinary lady who has been bullied.
Immediately afterwards, Weinerson leaned forward, slowly raised his left hand, slightly bent his fingers, and the ring on his index finger instantly projected a deep red light.
Snapped! A tentacle-like afterimage fell from the distant starry sky and slammed into Luo Shan. The top of the illusory tentacle hit the target's head with precision.
"Lord God Envoy, save..."
Click!
The illusory tentacles in Roshan's eyes magnified infinitely. Before she could say anything, her black head was directly smashed by the tentacles. At the same time, the space around her was also shattered at the same time. Weinerson laughed and his body Still standing where he was, the illusory tentacle casually threw the headless Roxanne aside.
Boom——
As the crimson light bloomed, ripples appeared in the gray-white sea water above the sky. One of the ancient stone pillars standing in the distance began to rapidly deform and twist, turning into a bronze throne engraved with gorgeous patterns. The next second , Weinerson's figure sat on the bronze throne.
The dome of the galaxy, surrounded by sea water, and twinkling stars all around, this beautiful picture is even more shocking than a dream.
"Hahaha, there are others..."
Weinerson sat on the bronze throne and laughed, his expression distorted as he laughed. The sycamore eyes in his pupils became darker and darker, and several twisted tentacles like living creatures could even be vaguely seen on the surface of the pupils.
The illusory tentacle shook off the red, white, blood stains and brain stains on the surface, and the top tip stood up again, like an extremely aggressive cobra.
"Let me guess where you are!"
Weinerson crossed his hands and placed them on his chin. The Eye of the Sycamore Tree was fixed on the upper right. Immediately, there was a "swipe" sound, and several illusory tentacles as thick as buckets appeared crisscrossed and inserted like arrows, shattering the entire space.
"Sure enough, once an extraordinary person with authority loses control, no one is willing to face it. With such power, even I almost fell victim to it."
A cold and emotionless female voice, and several dark green flames came out from the place where the space was broken just now, and then the dim yellow flames suddenly strung together, as if they had vitality, and smoothly outlined an illusory, inscribed door. Flame gate with ancient pattern.
The door of illusory flames slowly opened, and a female figure wearing a retro long dress with pale skin, delicate cheeks, and thick waterfall-like dark green hair walked out.
"Saint!"
Weinerson looked at the female figure in the candle flame, his sycamore eyes motionless.
"You're still conscious, you haven't lost control?"
Looking at Weinason who was not out of control at all, I don't know when this woman had switched her abilities and entered the "spirit world" state.
Unlike the normal "spiritual world", she quickly switches between the spiritual world and the real world, just like the technique Wei Nason used when hunting Ollie, but this time she faced this technique. he himself!
"Out of control? Hahahaha, how did you see that I was out of control?"
Weinerson sat on the bronze throne, laughing so hard that he covered his stomach. One of the illusory tentacles also followed Weinerson's movements and kept flapping and throwing it on the headless body of Roxanne not far away, hitting the internal organs. It squeezed out from the neck and splashed everywhere.
The expression of the dark green-haired woman watching this scene changed continuously, her mouth opened slightly, until Luo Shan turned into a puddle of minced meat, and finally said nothing.
"Hahaha, interesting, are there other saints?"
As soon as Weinerson finished speaking, two other female figures in long tapered skirts quietly appeared in front of the bronze throne. One of them was playing with a skull made of gold, and the other had a blushing cheek, extremely charming.
"Is this the power of authority? Can it be called a god?"
Feeling the pressure from the superior, the saint who was playing with the little golden skull in his hand trembled in his heart and said to the two of them.
He had a premonition that if his sequence was equal to that of a demigod, he would definitely lose control and become a monster on the spot, or not even a monster, but turn into a pool of blood foam even if he just took a look at it.
"Gods cannot be looked at directly, but in the final analysis, he is just a Sequence 3 boy. He relies on his authority to project the phantom of the god. The saint's status is enough to break this phantom."
"Now, before the old angel-level monsters from Honavitch arrive, let's resolve the battle quickly and don't be confused by the projection."
While speaking, the dark and cold eyes were already locked on the throne, and the extremely charming female saint launched an attack. Her right fist was wrapped in a high-speed rotating wind, and it stabbed Weinersen's body like a sharp blade.
Haha, two idiots, I really don’t know how the Church of the Mother Goddess of Desire and the Church of the Plague cultivated such idiots.
The dark green-haired saint snorted coldly, and his figure quickly retreated through the spiritual world. He knew very well that this was not a projection, but the real power of God.
Judging from the blow from the illusory tentacle just now, it is simply because his status is too low, or he is not proficient in using the power of God, and cannot use one ten thousandth of the power of God, otherwise he would not be able to dodge it at all.
Of course, there is a difference between hiding and voluntarily committing suicide. Saints are gods in front of the general public, and they are the group of people at the top of the pyramid in the supernatural world. But in front of the real gods, they are no different than fireflies compared to the scarlet bright moon.
Woo!
In the turbulence of the fist, Wei Nasen's head was instantly penetrated by the strong wind, and his body and heart were penetrated.
Just as the charming saint showed a victorious smile, Weinerson's figure quickly faded into transparency, like a summoned spirit body.
The nearly invisible shadow rippled and dispersed, and Weinerson appeared intact on the bronze throne with a funny smile on his face.
"Hahaha, hahaha..."
How can it be!
The saint frowned. Although he was unwilling to accept this reality, he still responded calmly.
"Mary, use the magic item quickly."
The pure white lace gloves he wore on his left hand began to squirm, and rows of dark golden fine scales appeared on his charming cheeks. His pupils also stood up, looking strange and sexy.
Immediately afterwards, the saint named Mary raised the golden skull in her hand above her head. From the eye sockets of the skull, an invisible wave began to emit, sweeping towards the surroundings, forming a series of wind blades and plagues. The huge waves roared and crashed past.
"Level 1 magical item? Hahaha, hahahaha..."
Seeing the huge wave of plague rising ten thousand feet high, Weinerson's smile became even stronger. He snapped his fingers, and the gray-white seawater clustered in the sky quietly squirmed and rolled towards the huge wave formed by the gathering of wind blades and plague.
The moment the two waves came into contact, the sound of breaking glass suddenly sounded.
Click, click... click...
Mary wailed in pain. At this moment, the flesh and blood in his palm were fused, leaving only white bones, and the golden skull in his hand was also broken.
