All it takes for a god to kill a mortal is a thought.
There is no need for so-called "skills", and there is no "divine punishment" as people call it. If the gods really want to kill people, they only need to "think".
The God of Literature can easily split humanity into countless words and destroy them with a single thought. The God of Death only needs to wave his sickle to directly send death to others. The God of Chaos can destroy life with just one look, and the Goddess of Life can harvest any life just by raising her hand.
However, these are all based on the fact that the gods are in their own divine courts and can fully control their own authority. Just like the god of literature leaves his divine court, he cannot use the power of reality and fantasy all the time. A deity like the Goddess of Life, who does not have a divine court in this world, needs to possess the goblin who is an experimental subject to assassinate Zhou Li, which is comical and absurd.
But now, as the ancient god who controls the power of the new god, False not only failed to use his authority to completely crush Zhou Li, but even his former subordinate Weirdness was out of his control. Now, in order to kill Zhou Li, he would not hesitate to break away from the gospel and give up the opportunity to become a new god. He would also project his own entity into the real world and kill the man who humiliated him in front of him.
It seems that the false initiative that was previously unkillable appears, which is a sign of its embarrassment and anger. However, Zhou Li did not despise falsehood because of this. On the contrary, such falsehood made him feel even more troublesome.
Above God's gift, below God's will.
Although the current falsehood can be killed, the question is, who can kill him?
"Trouble..."
Zhou Li looked at the terrifying monsters gradually gathering in front of him and sighed. At this time, Torea and Lin Zi had been completely suppressed by the monster that transformed into a "black goat". They were panting heavily, but they couldn't breathe in anything. The air, the helpless suffocation feeling gradually covered their chests, and the painful feeling filled every nerve.
"The wind is tight..."
With a snap of his fingers, two void gates of different colors bloomed from behind the four people. Zhou Li first threw Tolea and Lin Zi into the purple void gate one by one. Then he took one last look at the black goat who was about to emerge from the cocoon, smiled, and then walked in with Eluma. In the silver void gate.
"what's the situation?"
In the void, Kaya, Linghai, Lin Ling, Don Quixote and the Al brothers and sisters quickly surrounded them. This morning, Zhou Li sent them to various trusted associations. Among them, the Al brother and sister were sent to the Berserker Guild, Linghai and Lin Ling were stationed at the Neil Chamber of Commerce, and Kaya, Linghai and Don Quixote were on standby in the void. , ready to bring everyone together.
In fact, Zhou Li had already made preparations to collect all the weird things.
He had long expected that those weirdos would come again, and in full force. But Zhou Li never told anyone about this phenomenon, because he knew that the Gospels could monitor all humans who had little contact with him. Once the Gospel learns that it can turn those seemingly useless "papers" to its aid, the Gospel will surely take back the grotesques or even not send them out.
Therefore, in the first batch of confrontations between monsters and humans, the fact that humans were at a disadvantage and suffered heavy losses was partly because Zhou Li did not give advance warning. But it was also because of this that Zhou Li completed his plan and turned the weirdness into his own help.
Linghai and Kaya acted as transport personnel in this plan. In fact, in just a few hours, Kaya and Linghai had traveled back and forth between reality and the void hundreds of times. If not for these two people, With the country of Kallis, one has the space of void, otherwise they would have died of exhaustion.
"It's beyond what I expected."
Zhou Li sighed, scratched his head and said innocently: "I didn't expect this god of literature to be fake. I've been teasing him. Now it's anxious, tearing its face apart to reveal its true form, ready to kill me."
"Then you are still so calm?"
Lin Zi, who finally regained her breath, held her knees and said angrily: "You should tell me in advance, I was almost scared to death by that monster."
"I don't know what level his eavesdropping ability is."
Zhou Li rubbed his eyebrows, now he was also a little anxious. He is not an omniscient and omnipotent God, and he did not expect that the God of Literature would be so stupid and get killed when he went out to sea with just a pen and paper. At first, he really thought it was the god of literature, and he was not prepared to expose the fact that black powder was false.
In fact, Zhou Lizhen didn't know that there was such a thing until the falsehood showed its true face. At that time, he was proud that he had exposed the hypocritical face of the God of Literature, and was waiting for the God of Literature to become angry and finally compromise. But he never expected that the God of Literature would be really anxious.
Why are you so impatient after just two sentences?
This was what Zhou Li was thinking at that time. He did not expect that the God of Falsehood could break through his defenses so easily and inflict real damage on him in just two sentences. When False revealed his true nature, he thought Zhou Li had already guessed his identity, so he remained expressionless and calm.
In fact, Zhou Li only had one sentence in his mood at that time.
Who the hell are you?
Where is my innocent god of literature?
However, Zhou Li did not lose his direction. He still relied on various words to deal with the false god who revealed his true face. Then, something even more unexpected happened to him.
The false god is more fragile than he expected.
He broke his fucking defense again.
Really, Zhou Li has never been so tired. He never expected that the god of falsehood, which even the god of literature dared to plot, was ruined by his two words. He broke the defense to the extreme and directly exposed it. The table is no longer played.
"Is there any other way?"
Facing everyone's inquiries, Zhou Li, who had been deep in thought, shook his head, and then nodded again. Facing everyone's doubtful glances, Zhou Li said, "Yes, but I'm not sure."
"Tell me, if you just retreat, you will only fail. If you try hard, you may still succeed."
Don Quixote on the side stood up and said calmly: "So far, the Guardian Shield has killed twenty-three people and injured seventeen people. There are still sixty-one people who have retained their combat effectiveness and can be dispatched at any time."
"The city defense army counts 9,800 people with retained combat effectiveness."
In the void, a silver door opened, and Ishtar, with his right arm wrapped in a bandage, walked out of the door. He looked at Zhou Li and said firmly: "The third, fourth, and fifth legions retain 100% combat effectiveness. The Second Army Corps retains 25% of its combat effectiveness, and the Sixth and Seventh Army Corps retains a total of four people."
"The first, second, and fourth teams of the Templars retain a total of 50% combat effectiveness, about a thousand people."
The purple door opened, and Christian, who had a hideous scar on his face, walked out of the purple door. He forced his eyes open and said in a trembling voice: "Team 3, destroyed."
Zhou Li knew what this sentence meant. He didn't answer. He just walked up to Kristen and patted him on the shoulder, nodding silently.
"Contact all other professional unions and all Jordanian people who can fight."
Zhou Li looked at everyone. He was not frivolous or playful at this moment. He thought for a while, took out the Grand Consul's medal from his coat pocket, put it on his chest, and then straightened his clothes.
"Tell them the war has begun."
His eyes were slightly lowered, but they couldn't hide the cold light in them. Zhou Li seemed to have made up his mind, clenching his hands hanging by his side, veins popping out.
My war has also begun.
The weirdness returns.
However, the weirdness this time is different from the previous two times. The first monsters that appeared were monsters projected onto human bodies. They had the general appearance of humans and human bodies, but they were cruel, bloodthirsty and fond of killing.
The second time the monsters appeared, they did not have human bodies, but had different appearances like those in fairy tales. Although they have been killing, their eyes are extremely empty, and it is easy to see that they are being manipulated.
But what happened this time was a real disaster.
They, no, they have an extremely weird appearance, and they seem to be evil spirits and ghostly shadows created by the unintentional whispers of the ancient gods. Their bodies are very twisted, as if they are spliced together by flesh and blood that do not belong to the same creature. People will feel crazy the moment they see them.
The interlacing of blood and flesh, the exposed teeth of the bones, and the dislocated body of the limbs.
This is the unconscious babble of those crazy ancient gods in their endless nightmares.
This time, a truly grotesque disaster befell the city.
There are no words or communication. The moment humans and monsters meet, it is a tragic war. In this war, only one person, or one monstrosity, can stand up.
The berserker chopped up the grotesque body of the bone spurs, and then his legs were shattered by the aftermath of the grotesque self-destruction. At the last moment, he pierced the gunpowder flying blade hidden in his waist into the mouth of the tiger crocodile that rushed towards him. , died together in the dazzling light.
In the blink of an eye, a brilliant level professional and two brilliant level weirdos died. But this is just a small battlefield that is too small to be smaller. In this city ignited by war and flesh, battles are taking place everywhere.
The Templars, who were originally intended to control the border when the Grand Junction was closed, quickly jumped into the war. As the evil nemesis, they kept shuttling through the city. Their white flags were stained red with blood. In this city It keeps flying over the dim city.
People stared at the flag, and when they saw the leading warrior roaring and fighting off dozens of monsters, revealing his familiar face, excitement quickly spread throughout the city. They knew that one Christine could not influence the situation of the battle and could not directly kill all the weirdos that suddenly appeared. But they believe that Christine is the patron saint of this city.
When looking down at the flesh and blood monster dozens of stories high, it emerged from the ground, climbed up, and tore the bodies of the two city defenders into pieces at will. The raging flood set off huge waves from behind it, wrapping the flesh and blood monster tightly. In the water prison. The next second, a silver light flashed, and a seemingly ordinary silver arrow penetrated the core of the flesh and blood monster.
"left!"
A roar came from Gerost's mouth. He threw out the huge cross blade and split the bloody worm that suddenly appeared to stab Ishtar in two. Then he held the spinning blade and snapped his fingers with his left hand. In an instant, the silver arrows burst out with dazzling light, and the terrifying flesh and blood monster turned into a puddle of thick water and was melted into the water prison.
"Where's Ackerman?"
Withdrawing the cross blade, Christine walked up to Ishtar, threw a bottle of blue liquid to him, and asked, "Why are you alone?"
"Ackerman's left leg was severed and his right forearm was melted. He is now receiving treatment."
In a short sentence, Ishtar said it without any expression. Gerost was stunned for a moment. On weekdays, Ishtar and Ackerman were always two dragons and tigers on the battlefield, inseparable, and their relationship was to the point where they could trust each other with their lives. And now, Ackerman is so seriously injured that Ishtar cannot remain indifferent.
The war was more tragic than expected.
"A beetle monster appears on the streets of Corey, and its strength is expected to be brilliant."
A slightly anxious voice came out from the communicator, and then disappeared in a burst of teeth-searing chewing sounds. Ishtar and Gerost looked at each other, without any more words, and quickly led the city defense troops towards Corrie Street.
"How long will your plan last?"
In the void, looking at Zhou Li who kept flipping through the books in his hands, Ah Zi, who was responsible for external contact, said, "They can't hold on any longer."
"Three minutes, three more minutes."
Zhou Li, who was covered in cold sweat and kept reading every word, left a promise. But just such a seemingly useless promise gave Ah Zi a reassurance.
Because before this, Zhou Li had never said a word.
"I see."
Closing the book, Zhou Li closed his eyes. He felt the coldness on his wrist and murmured to himself: "I understand, why it's ouroboros."
"It turns out that it's not me who has the same fate..."
Just now, Zhou Li wanted to activate all the benevolent monsters in the book and let them deal with the monsters outside. He knew that there were limits to how the false god could reveal himself now, and he still retained the illusion that he wanted to complete his plan to take over literary power. Therefore, the true form of the false body did not start killing, but used his last effort to use his "monstrosity" against civilians.
However, just when Zhou Li wanted to activate the Book of Gaia and release the benevolent weirdness in it, he was surprised to find that he had lost the ability to control the Book of Gaia. Those grotesques were unable to respond to themselves, and their own power disappeared quickly like a mud cow entering the sea.
Just when he felt a little weak for the first time, Zhou Li suddenly thought of something. He began to read through the Book of Gaia and Exclusive for the Brave, trying to find out something. And now, he found it.
The most crucial thing is the winning strike.
"Eluma."
Zhou Li, who was lying in the void with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke. He opened his eyes, and the black mist in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only pure black eyes that he had not seen for a long time.
"I am here."
Gently stroking Zhou Li's eyebrows, Eluma sat next to Zhou Li as always. She stared at Zhou Li who was entangled in the black mist, bringing him the final clarity in his madness.
"We can win."
"Yes."
