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Chapter 121 120. God Stealing? (3000) (22)

The woman's pupils shone with gray-white light.

It is only half-opened, but the faint light leaking from it seems to come from stars hundreds of millions of light-years away, revealing the ancient and mysterious, making ordinary people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Non-transcendents don't look at it!"

Yi Shuang issued a warning in advance.

It's a pity that even so, someone still glanced at it inadvertently, and then lost control, which caused a small disturbance in the team of the Security Division.

However, compared to that eye, the bony finger protruding from that "door" is even more frightening to those who know it.

One, two, three... five!

The sixth bone finger can only be stretched out halfway, but due to the lack of forbidden substances and the opening of the door is too small, it retracts to the world beyond the "door".

Wen Tieniu trembled, thinking: 'Five fingers! ? '

According to the files and records he saw, there were at most three fingers that descended at the same time in Yuechong City.

However, that incident caused the fall of a B-level transcendent, and countless deaths of low-level transcendents.

But now, it was the arrival of Five Fingers!

The bone fingers of the evil god are naturally different from ordinary humans. No one knows how many there are in total, but these five fingers alone cover the sky and cover the earth, giving Wen Tieniu a suffocating sense of oppression.

‘They, who provoked them? And why so angry? '

Yes, anger.

Apart from the frightening phalanx itself, Wen Tieniu can also feel the anger of that evil god through that "door", like the flames that burn the sky, wanting to burn everything up, or like the deep and boundless sea water , engulfing all.

You need to know that the attitude of gods towards human beings is actually very indifferent.

He is like a person who happened to sleep next to an ant nest. Ants cannot understand human thoughts, and people don't care about the life and death of ants.

The rituals of the cultists are like ants forming a circle in front of humans, or forming a weird queue. People will think "it's quite fun" and "quite interesting", but they may not pay much attention to it.

And the current situation, as if an ant bit a person, really tore off a piece of flesh and made him feel pain, that's why he was so angry.

As the head of the Operations Department, Yi Shuang had also heard about the deeds of Bone Finger, and his color changed slightly.

After the bone finger protruded from the "door", it immediately carried the momentum of thunder, wrapped in heavy pressure, and grabbed it downwards, intending to crush the building directly.

However, here, there is another evil god.

The phantom of the woman's eyes, half-opened, stretches across the unfinished building, which is as huge as a whale.

It does not contain any emotion of looking at the bone finger.

And the skeleton that was in contact with the line of sight burned a white mist.

In addition to "burning", it is difficult to find another word to describe this change.

The mist did not appear in the air at all, wrapping the iron-gray bones, but seeping directly on them, with an unimaginable erosive force, quickly spreading on the bones.

In the blink of an eye, a crack appeared.

But even so, the fall of the bone finger seemed unstoppable.

boom! ! !

It hit the roof of the unfinished building, the air was compressed and exploded, making a deafening roar.

The eardrums of everyone present hurt.

The whole building should have cracked, but on the floor of the roof, the single eye drawn with complicated patterns seemed to come alive, lazily, with

A thick fog blocks the bones.

The mist was originally an invisible and qualityless thing, but under His control, it was stronger than anything else.

boom! boom! boom!

Bone fingers fell one after another, making a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth, which was more shocking than the sound of thunder and lightning.

The residents of Yuechong City a little far away were all awakened from their sleep, peeping at the terrifying scene in the sky from their window sills with extreme caution.

The bone fingers no longer just rely on falling to crush the building, but directly penetrate under the ground, and the five fingers gather together.

Kaka——

Cement blocks shattered and steel bars were easily torn off.

Even the foundations under the ground have been dug up, and the rough rocks and soil are exposed to the air. This is to uproot the entire building.

To him, this unfinished building is so small that it is like a children's toy, which can be played with at will.

The building rose upwards and began to deform vaguely, gravel and soil continued to fall.

Sensing the intention of this action, Wen Tieniu was terrified: "He wants to bring this building back into the 'gate'?"

This was another path he had never imagined.

Wen Tieniu today was a little numb from the shock.

He thought to himself: 'Is it for Wumother? '

‘Or for the other beings in that building? '

However, the fog mother will not let the bone finger succeed easily, the pure white mist confronts and confronts the bone finger, and attaches to the bone finger, slowing down the upward speed.

*****

And at this moment, what is Anle doing?

In the sloping building, he is distributing blessings to the believers of the mist who are about to die.

The whole building was uprooted, and everything in it was tilted. It was difficult for ordinary people to maintain balance, but with An Le's physical fitness, it was not a problem. He walked among the dead or dying believers as if walking on the ground.

At the moment when the bone finger fell, the field shrouded in the building was dispersed, and Asakawa Yumeno was able to take the opportunity to escape.

It's not that An Le doesn't want to escape and stays here on purpose.

It was his aura, tightly locked on him, just like the last time in the auditorium, making An Le unable to break free, even restricted from sneaking into the shadows, at most he could only act in this building.

The pupils under the An Le mask are still pure black, revealing a chilling hollowness, inserting the tentacles into the head of the believer beside him, extracting the filthy sanity and then killing him.

Even if it is maintained in the "empty" state, his boss thinking of plucking hairs still exists, why doesn't he pick up the filthy rationality that was picked up for nothing?

An Le went up the floor, harvesting filth and sanity along the way.

It's not as if he's in an extremely dangerous situation, but just hanging out in his own vegetable garden.

[Filthy Sanity: 594! 】

Even though many believers have died long ago, the harvest of An Le is still not cheap.

An Le looked up, feeling the approaching breath: 'Want to take me there? '

Buildings are still rising, and in the struggle between the two, Bone Finger seems to have the upper hand.

This is different from An Le's existing cognition.

After careful observation, he found clues.

Although the breath of the fog mother is simple and mysterious, it seems to have spanned endless years, and in terms of level, it is better than the bone finger.

The title "one of the oldest and strongest evil gods" is not wrong.

But the problem is that while His power is constantly coming, it is also continuously passing away.

Just like an hourglass, no matter how much it is filled, there will be times when it will run out.

This situation is very unusual.

An Le lowered her head, was thinking, and then thought: 'Is it the question of calling rituals? '

Even if he didn't look closely, An Le still felt the lines around the eyes were a little weird, as if they had been specially manipulated.

Xiao Xiao once said: "This call is definitely not with good intentions."

An Le originally thought that this meant that the Wumother had no good intentions towards the Misty believers, but now that she thought about it, it was this ritual that had no good intentions towards the Wumother?

Without hesitation, he walked quickly to the top floor.

An Le still did not use the last resort, but out of his intuition, it would cost him an unbearable price.

Using Wumother as a protective umbrella, and letting these two evil gods fight to the detriment of both, is the goal of peace.

The ceiling on the top floor has been crushed by finger bones.

The wind in the night sky was whistling, and the cool raindrops brought a moist atmosphere.

But compared with the mist and the phantom in the eyes, this rainstorm is insignificant.

An unusually thick white mist shrouded the vicinity, or rather, covered the entire building, fighting against the power of this finger bone.

An Le was able to witness this spectacular scene at a very close distance.

The fog that is fatal to ordinary people cannot affect him in the slightest—it is far from the breath that invaded the church that day!

Through the fog, one can see the thick, solid and ancient bone fingers not far away in the sky, dragging the unfinished building upward.

He noticed that the breath of the two evil gods was confronting and confronting each other, which was a level that he could not participate in now.

But when it comes to awe, panic, and anxiety, such emotions do not exist at all!

Even in the bottom of my heart, there seemed to be a contemptuous sneer from a certain deeply hidden corner?

An Le's empty emotions fluttered slightly, but soon calmed down. He looked at the lines on the ground.

When he got here, he could feel more clearly that the power belonging to the mist mother was being absorbed by this ritual and passed on to another existence.

There is no doubt that this is an act of stealing gods!

‘Will it be your handwriting? '

An Le thought of a person, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, it is enough to destroy it!

The shadow turned into a sharp blade and landed on those abnormal lines, as if performing some kind of exquisite surgical operation to cut all the diseased tissue.

The transmission channel is cut off.

That eye widened a bit, and the phantom was solid, like a moon hanging in the sky!

At the same time, Fingerbone sensed the marked aura that made him angry, and he couldn't bear it, and suddenly closed his five fingers.

boom--

An indescribably violent impact sounded, hitting the eardrums of everyone present.

At this moment, it seems that even time stands still.

The rain stagnates in the air, and the gravel no longer falls.

In the next second, everything was silent.

*****

"Crack!"

Edward crushed the exquisite porcelain cup in his hand, the sharp pieces of porcelain cut his palm, and blood oozes out.

He was sitting on the highest point of the house, his face was livid and ugly, without his usual demeanor, as if the monster that would eat people in his body was about to burst out.

Originally, Edward was appreciating the farce that happened in the main city in the distance with an elegant and enjoyable gesture.

The black tea, desserts, and even a book with an exquisite cover in front of him are proof.

Originally, everything was under Edward's control.

This feeling made him want to stop.

But the moment the phalanx appeared, things were like a train derailed on the uncontrollable road and never returned, tearing his plan to pieces.

A farce is still a farce, but the plays are no longer written by Edward.

"Who is it!? Who is it..."

Edward squeezed out resentment and resentment from his teeth, and it took a long time before he returned to calm indifference.

A mouth full of sharp teeth was split open on his face, and he murmured.

"The plan is about to start accelerating..."

Thanks to "Guiyuan z Ruijin" for the reward of 100 coins! Thank you so much!

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