This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 263 War
All it takes is a thought for a god to kill a mortal.

There is no need for so-called "skills", and there is no "divine punishment" as people say. If the gods really want to kill, they only need to "think".

The God of Literature can easily split human beings into countless words and destroy them with a single thought.The God of Nether Death only needs to wave his sickle, and he can directly send death to others.The God of Chaos can destroy a 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 located in their own courts and can fully control their own authority.Just as the god of literature leaves his court, he cannot use the power of reality and fantasy all the time.The Goddess of Life, a god without a divine court in this world, needs to possess the goblin as an experiment to assassinate Zhou Li, which is absurd in its humor.

But now, as the ancient god who controls the power of the new god, not only did False not use his authority to completely crush Zhou Li, but even the original subordinate Weird was out of his control.Now, in order to kill Zhou Li, he does not hesitate to break away from the Gospel and give up the chance to become a new god. He also wants to project his own entity into the real world and kill the man who humiliated him in front of him.

It seems that the false appearance that could not be killed before is a manifestation of its anger.However, Zhou Li did not despise hypocrisy because of this.On the contrary, such falsehood made him feel even more troublesome.

Above the gods, below the gods.

Although the falsehood can be killed now, the question is, who can kill him?

"Troublesome..."

Zhou Li looked at the terrifying monster that was gradually gathering in front of him, and heaved a long sigh. At this time, Torreya and Lin Zi had been completely suppressed by the monster that transformed into a "black goat". The air, the powerless suffocation gradually covered their chests, and the painful feeling filled every inch of nerve.

"The wind is tight..."

With a snap of the fingers, two void gates of different colors bloomed from behind the four of them.Zhou Li first threw Torreya and Lin Zi into the purple void gate one by one, then he took a last look at the black goat that was about to break out of its cocoon, smiled, and then led Elma into the gate. 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 El brothers and sisters were sent to the Berserker Union, Linghai and Lin Ling were in the Nier Chamber of Commerce, and Kaya, Linghai, and Don Quixote were on standby in the void. , ready to bring everyone together.

In fact, Zhou Li has long been prepared to collect all the grotesques.

He had long expected that those grotesques would come again, and they were out in full force.But Zhou Li never told anyone about this phenomenon, because he knew that the Gospel could monitor all human beings who had no deep connection with him.Once the Gospel learns that it can turn those seemingly useless "paper" into its own aid, the Gospel will definitely take back the grotesques, or even not send them.

Therefore, in the confrontation between the first batch of grotesques and humans, the fact that humans were at a disadvantage and suffered heavy losses was partly because Zhou Li hadn't warned in advance.But it was also because of this that Zhou Li completed his plan and turned the grotesque into his own help.

Linghai and Kaya acted as transportation personnel in this plan. In fact, in just a few hours, Kaya and Linghai had traveled back and forth between reality and void hundreds of times. If it weren't for these two people alone Owning the country of Kalis, one owns the space of the void, otherwise they would have died of exhaustion.

"It's beyond my expectations."

Zhou Li sighed, scratched his head and said innocently: "I didn't expect this God of Literature to be a fake. I've been teasing him all the time. Now he's getting impatient, tearing his face and revealing his original shape, ready to kill me."

"Then you are still so calm?"

Finally recovering, Lin Zi braced her knees and said angrily, "Please 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 the center of his brows, he was also a little anxious now.He is not an all-knowing and omnipotent god, and he did not expect that the God of Literature is so stupid and cute. He was killed by someone when he took a paper and pen to the sea by himself.He really thought it was the God of Literature at first, and he wasn't ready to expose Black Powder himself as a fake.

In fact, Zhou Lizhen didn't know there was such a thing until the falseness revealed its true face.At that time, he was proud of exposing the hypocrisy of the God of Literature, waiting for the God of Literature to become angry and finally compromise.But he never thought that the God of Literature was really impatient.

Why are you so anxious when you say a few words?

This was what Zhou Li had in mind at the time. He never thought that the False God would be so easy to break his defense, and he would be able to deal full real damage with just a few words.When False showed his true nature, he thought that Zhou Li had already guessed his identity, so he remained expressionless and calm.

In fact, Zhou Li had only one sentence in his mood at the time.

Who the hell are you.

Where is my innocent literary god?
However, Zhou Li did not lose track of the general direction, he still relied on various speech skills to deal with the false god who showed his true colors.Then, something even more unexpected happened to him.

The False God was more fragile than he had expected.

He's fucking broken again.

Really, Zhou Li has never been so tired before, and he didn't expect to be able to work hard for a long time. The false god who dared to plot even the god of literature was ruined by his two words. The table is out of play.

"Is there any other way?"

Facing everyone's inquiries, Zhou Li, who had been in deep thought, shook his head, and then nodded again.Facing everyone's suspicious eyes, Zhou Li said, "Yes, but I'm not sure."

"Let's talk about it, you can only fail if you blindly retreat, but you may succeed if you fight hard."

Don Quixote on the side stood up and said calmly: "As of now, 23 people have been killed and 17 people have been injured in the Guardian Shield. There are still 61 people who have retained their combat effectiveness and can be dispatched at any time."

"The City Defense Army counts 800 people to retain combat effectiveness."

In the void, a silver door opened, and Istar, whose right arm was wrapped in a bandage, walked out of the door. He looked at Zhou Li and said firmly, "The third, fourth, and fifth armies retain 100% combat power. The Legion retains 20.00% of the fifth combat power, and the Sixth and Seventh Legion retains a total of four people."

"The first, second, and fourth squads of the Templar Knights have a total of 50.00% combat effectiveness, about 1000 people."

The purple door opened, and Christine, 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, "The third team, destroy."

Zhou Li knew what this sentence meant, so he didn't answer, but walked up to Christine and patted him on the shoulder, nodding silently.

"Connect with every other professional union, and every Jordanian people who can fight."

Zhou Li looked at the crowd. At this time, he was not frivolous or playful. He thought for a while, took out the Grand Consul's medal from his jacket pocket, put it on his chest, and then tidied up his skirt.

"Tell them the war has begun."

His eyes drooped slightly, but he couldn't hide the coldness in them.Zhou Li seemed to have made up his mind, clenched his hands hanging beside him, and his veins bulged.

My war has also begun.

The grotesque reappeared.

It's just that the weirdness this time is different from the two previous ones.The grotesques that appeared for the first time are all monsters projected on human beings. They have the general appearance of human beings and human bodies, but they are cruel and bloodthirsty and like to kill.

The grotesque that appeared for the second time, they do not have human bodies, but have different appearances like those in fairy tales.Although they have been killing, their eyes are extremely empty, and it is easy to be seen as being manipulated.

And the grotesqueness that appeared this time was a real disaster.

They, no, they have extremely treacherous appearances, they seem to be evil ghosts and ghosts created by the unintentional whispers of the ancient gods.Their bodies are very distorted, as if spliced ​​together by flesh and blood that do not belong to the same creature, making people feel crazy the moment they see it.

The interlacing of blood and flesh, the exposed teeth of the skeleton, and the body with dislocated limbs.

This is what those crazy ancient gods were talking about unconsciously in their endless nightmares.

This time, a truly grotesque disaster has befallen the city.

Without words or communication, the moment when humans and grotesques meet, it is a tragic war.In this war, only one man, or one grotesque, can stand up.

The berserker smashed the grotesque body of the bone spur, and then his legs were shattered by the aftermath of the grotesque self-detonation. At the last moment, he plunged the gunpowder flying blade hidden in his waist into the mouth of the tiger crocodile that was rushing towards him , died together in the dazzling light.

In the blink of an eye, a brilliant-level professional and two brilliant-level grotesques died.But this is just a small battlefield that couldn't be smaller.In this city ignited by war and blood, battles are happening everywhere.

The Knights Templar, originally intended to control the border when the Great Knot was closed, quickly threw themselves into the war. As evil nemesis, they kept shuttling through the city. Their white flags were already stained red with blood. Floats constantly over the darkened city.

People stared at the flag, and when they saw the leading warrior roaring and repelling dozens of grotesques, exposing that familiar face, excited emotions quickly spread throughout the city.They knew that a Christine couldn't control the situation of the battle, and it was impossible to directly kill all the grotesques that suddenly appeared.But they believe that Christine is the patron saint of the city.

When looking down at the flesh and blood monster dozens of stories high, it got out of the ground, climbed up, and tore apart the bodies of the two city defenders at will. In the dungeon.In the next second, a silver light flashed, and an ordinary-looking silver arrow pierced through the flesh and blood monster's core.

"left!"

A roar came from Geroster's mouth. He threw out the huge cross blade, splitting the bloody worm that suddenly appeared and stabbed Istar in two. Then he held the sharp blade that had returned and snapped his fingers with his left hand. In an instant, the silver arrow burst out with dazzling light, and the terrifying flesh and blood monster turned into a puddle of thick water and was melted in the water prison.

"Where's Ackerman?"

Taking back the cross blade, Christine walked up to Istar, threw a bottle of blue liquid to him, and asked, "Why are you alone?"

"Ackerman's left leg was amputated and his right forearm was melted down and is now undergoing treatment."

In a short sentence, Ishta said it expressionlessly.Gerost was stunned for a moment. On weekdays, Ishtar and Ackerman have always been twin dragons and tigers on the battlefield, inseparable, and their relationship is such that they can entrust their lives to each other.And now, Ackerman is so seriously injured, it is impossible for Istar to remain indifferent.

The war was more tragic than expected.

"A beetle monster appeared on the streets of Corey, and its strength is expected to be brilliant."

In the communicator, a slightly anxious voice came out, and then disappeared in a burst of toothache chewing.Ishtar and Gerost looked at each other, and without further words, they quickly led the city defense army towards Corey Street.

"How long will your plan last?"

In the void, looking at Zhou Li who kept flipping through the books in his hand, Ah Zi, who was in charge of external communication, said, "They're going to be overwhelmed."

"3 minutes, drag on for another 3 minutes."

With cold sweat on his face, Zhou Li, who kept looking up every word, left a promise.But it was such a seemingly useless promise that gave Ah Zi a reassurance.

Because before that, Zhou Li had never said a word.

"I see."

Closing the book, Zhou Li closed his eyes.Feeling the icy touch on his wrist, he muttered to himself: "I see, why is it ouroboros."

"It turns out that the repeated fate is not me..."

Just now, Zhou Li wanted to activate all the good intentions and grotesques in the book, and let them deal with the monsters outside.He knows that there is a limit to the false god's revealing his body now, and he still retains illusions, wanting to complete his plan of taking literary authority.Therefore, instead of killing, the true body of the false body made a last-ditch effort to turn his "grotesque" against the civilians.

However, just when Zhou Li wanted to activate the Book of Gaia and release the grotesque goodwill in it, he was surprised to find that he had lost the ability to control the Book of Gaia.Those grotesques couldn't respond to him, and his own power disappeared as quickly as a mud cow into the sea.

Just when he felt a little powerless for the first time, Zhou Li suddenly thought of something, and he began to keep flipping through the book of Gaia and exclusive to the brave, trying to find out something.And now, he has found it.

The most critical, winning blow.

"Elma."

Zhou Li, who was lying in the void with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke, and when he opened his eyes, the black mist in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only the pure black pupils that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I'm here."

Gently stroking Zhou Li's brow, Elma sat beside Zhou Li as always, staring at Zhou Li who was entangled in the black mist, bringing him the last sobriety from madness.

"We can win."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)