V2.Chapter 212

The absurd, funny and smelly rotten universe, the singing rotten families and gods were attacked by the "death camp" at this moment.

The rotten gods are so powerful that they are hardly afraid of any camp in the boundless mystery.

Moreover, they are also contaminated with the bad habits of the masters they follow. When they fight with the enemy, they often claim to be each other's "father".

It also solemnly puts forward the following logic: Our Father God is the father of the gods you believe in, so we are your father.

There is no doubt that they will be beaten wherever they go.

But the strength is too strong, and it has reached a certain degree of immortality, so the rotten God system has almost no scruples.

But at this moment, they encounter nemesis.

When the death camp came together, their joyful and absurd singing stopped completely.

The first God of death broke away from the region of divine conflict and came to the rotten world.

He looks like a tall human man, dressed in black robes and holding a sickle, with pale skin but very serious dark circles under his eyes. His form is a conventional God of death, which is not rare.

But the divine breath released by him shows that he is a "powerful God of death".

Tang Qi was always watching, and naturally knew his identity and name in an instant.

"Divine entity: the powerful God of death 'delusion' ascended in the late period of the enlightenment. He is an older member of the God of death camp and one of the most responsible members. He is in charge of the death of hundreds of millions of creatures in thousands of cosmic dimensions..."

Although Tang Qi still hasn't seen many gods of death, at the moment, Tang Qi feels that he has found a small law.

The fewer the names of death, the stronger?

Your name is a single word God of death, either a powerful God of death or an ancient god of death.

While Tang Qi was thinking about whether to verify this law, he saw the God of death who came first. After seeing the "dead girl" bound on the huge bed, his face was cold to the extreme and he shot directly.

"You will die."

"Hoo"

A terrible scene with some wonderful beauty is staged silently.

The cold gray wind blew past, and at least tens of millions of rotten creatures fell down neatly like harvested straw.

Not only can they no longer sing, their strange activity begins to disappear.

It seems that it has really become a large number of "rotten meat", and began to accelerate decay until white bones appear, and then decay in the wind and disappear without trace.

And this is just the beginning.

Next, in the black spots, more and more gods of death broke away from the divine vortex and came to the rotten country.

So in Tang Qi's ear, the extreme cold voice of anger was suppressed one after another.

"Those who offend death should return to nothingness."

"Blaspheme death, there will be no peace."

"All things die, all things have nothing."

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Boundless mystery has many Erudites and mystics of various civilizations. They have guessed what kind of damage will be caused if the gods of death no longer gently exercise their power, but coerce anger and spread death recklessly.

Such conjectures, similar to topics such as "the lady of the night takes back the night", "the Mother God of the earth falls into sadness", "the Mother God of life no longer breeds", have always been very popular.

Different scholars have different views.

And now, Tangqi saw it with his own eyes.

When the gods of death released death recklessly, whatever life they looked at began to die, and even was completely erased with the wind of death.

"Life is like grass mustard!"

Tang Qi suddenly had the idea in his heart.

Following the extraordinary creatures of the rotten Father God, those families and gods realized immortality because of their rotten and living state.

It was a very old and strange "active breath", and the source was obviously the master who claimed to be the father of all souls.

Because of this state, the rotten gods have always been rampant.

From the powerful Pope Charles I, who could not live with Ludwig, we can see their difficulties.

But now, their dependence has failed.

In Tang Qi's eyes, tens of billions of rotten creatures were killed by the death camp in the real sense.

This also includes those rotten gods.

They persisted for a long time, but one after another "rotten spirits" fell because they were set on fire by the gods of death.

Nevertheless, the decaying God system did not shrink back.

The same shocking pictures, those absurd, funny and terrible guys, clearly know that as long as they prevent the gods of death from approaching the dead girl, they will be erased immediately.

But it's weird. None of them quit.

Various strange forms of rotten life, one after another to block the coming gods of death.

Even if it disappears, it doesn't retreat.

"Sure enough, there must be something special about a god system that has fallen into inertia since the age of origin, but has not been destroyed."

"This crazy belief is also extremely rare in many divine camps."

"Such as the camp of light, a bunch of false believers can't compare with it."

When Tang Qi murmured from the bottom of his heart, his face gradually became dignified.

At the moment, the death camp obviously has the upper hand. Because the rotten God system does not dominate, coupled with the restraint of the "death authority" on the "rotten authority", the latter's defeat speed is far faster than the normal God war.

Seeing that the gods of death were going to win in an all-round way, Tang Qi had a bad hunch in his heart.

That hunch soon became a reality.

In front of the huge membrane wrapped with the rotten Father God, a dozen powerful death gods headed by "arrogance" directly tore a channel in the battle array of rotten creatures that can hardly see the end, and they moved and came to the huge bed.

The huge bed condensed by a large number of rotten gods would have madly attacked intruders, but with the emergence of more than a dozen figures, the huge bed immediately began to decay faster.

Without even sending out the first attack, it turned into a thin piece of huge gray black paper, which shook and disintegrated and disappeared.

"Haila, let's go home."

Somewhat unexpectedly, the voice of the powerful God of death is very young and gentle.

If you only listen to this sentence, no one can imagine that he once wiped out tens of millions of rotten lives.

"Let's go!"

"Leave, it disgusts me here."

"We should go. I believe they have felt the taste of death."

"I have an ominous omen. Let's go."

A group of death gods who have defeated the rotten gods have been surrounded, and Haila with the dead girl will leave the battlefield.

This scene is enough to prove that the death camp does not like war.

It's just a pity that they can't leave smoothly.

The reason why the death camp can defeat the decaying God system so quickly is that the latter is still autistic.

Another reason is that more than a dozen rotten gods who have reached the "strong" level chose to sacrifice themselves, so as to drill a hole in the giant membrane that wraps the Father God.

They succeeded, and the extremely strong stench, decay and illusion gas surged and spewed out.

Inside the membrane, a lump of "rotten body" could not imagine how huge it was. At this moment, it completely opened its eyes.

His eyes originally looked at the boundless mystery and the decay of life in countless worlds.

But just as the gods of death were about to leave, he looked at them.

The rotten universe solidifies again.

The gods of death immediately found that they could not move away.

They turned their heads and saw that the originally narrow gap was splitting.

Boom!

Boom boom!

The rotten universe seemed to ring a low, evil drum that dissolved the soul. In the loud sound, the God bodies of the gods of death were fixed in place.

They watched a pair of highly rotten but eternal arms tear the gap completely.

"Boom!"

The gods of death saw it, and so did TONKY.

In the broken membrane, a lump of rotten, boiling and roaring giants are staring at them.

He imitates the Buddha and is in the deepest place of the boundless mystery. All things, the universe or others, rotate and dissolve in front of him, integrate with him and decay together.

He seems to be the source of everything. His age is unimaginable.

He is like the "aggregate" of all rotten flesh and blood in the world. He is a chaotic, indescribable boiling giant.

Time, or space, means nothing to him.

He is old, terrible, and great.

"Rotten father!"

Including Tang Qi, the bottom of my heart couldn't help spitting out this name.

Then, the scene that made the gods of death change their faces appeared between the two sides.

Death and decay, two kinds of divine breath inexplicably converge.

Accompanied by chaos and magic, it forms an ancient and extreme contract.

It has been "forgotten" by the gods of death: the camp of the gods of death shall not invade the rotten universe!

They broke the contract, so the contract is being torn up at the moment.

When the contract that existed since the age of origin completely disappeared, a great voice, deep and hoarse, suddenly rang through the rotten universe.

He just got out of inertia, but he knew everything in a flash.

"My children... To a dead girl... She is my bride?"

"... so you can't take her... Don't disobey your father."

"Boom"

Every word uttered by the master level spirits has the power to follow their words.

The "death girl Haila", who was to be rescued and left, disappeared in the blink of an eye around the God of death.

When she reappeared, she had been held in the palm of a rotten palm.

"Disgusting and ugly..."

Before Haila could finish her scolding, her form began to change.

Visible to the naked eye, a dead girl disappeared and replaced by a huge and beautiful black flower with a strong divine smell.

"From now on, I'm not her father, I'm her husband."

"It's so beautiful. It's very like... Who is it like? Red or black? I've rotted for too long, and some memories have rotted with me."

The voice fell, and the rotten palm held the flowers transformed by Haila and sent them to the depths of his body.

That picture is not like marrying the bride at all, but more like swallowing each other.

When this happened, the cold breeze full of death, which had stopped, began to blow again.

And it's going to turn towards a storm.

PS: there will be more. Ask for a monthly ticket.

(end of this chapter)