unscrupulous angel

"Order, don't doubt, mine is indeed creation." The domineering middle-aged man looked at the order godhead with a smile and said, "I was killed by destruction, but if you want to kill me completely, even if it is destruction, then It's also impossible to do it easily. Since I can seal the godhead in the inner world, I can naturally keep a trace of my spiritual consciousness in the inner world, which is nothing to be surprised about."

The Godhead of Order nodded slightly, just like Creation said, as one of the three ancient gods, it is really not surprising that he has some life-saving means.

However, the Godhead of Order still couldn't figure it out a little bit, frowned slightly, and said: "Creation, you were killed by destruction willingly at the beginning. If that is the case, why do you want to keep a trace of consciousness? What is your intention?"

It's no wonder that the god of order has doubts. A ray of consciousness of the god of creation is one hundred and eight thousand times stronger than the current mental perception of the hooligan.

If there is something wrong with the creation, then relying on this wisp of divine consciousness to seize the big hooligan's home is simply a piece of cake, the big hooligan doesn't even have the ability to resist!

As for whether creation really does that?The god of order is also a little uncertain.

After all, both people and gods are subject to change.

Creation, Order, and Destruction, these three gods, who were brothers and sisters at the beginning, have become immortal enemies now?

Some things, there is no way to speculate!

"What is the intention?" The God of Creation smiled, "It's actually very simple, but I am a little worried. You know the order, and the destruction is completely crazy now. If the destruction cannot be stopped, then the world created by God the Father, It will definitely be completely destroyed. I don't want such a thing to happen. I left this ray of consciousness just in case. If you can't kill Ruin, then simply let me swallow your godhead and let me kill you Death is finished!"

"Swallow my father? Swallow your Mahler Gobi!" The little hooligan heard that the God of Creation had the idea of ​​harming the big hooligan, and immediately raised his finger and pointed at the nose of the God of Creation and cursed.

As for the identity of the other party, the little hooligan really didn't think about it.Paralyzed, whoever you are, you can't touch my dad!Shit, it's easy to be bullied when we are father and son!

"Little guy, I advise you to speak less. If you angered me, I can still easily kill you with just this wisp of divine sense!" Creation looked at the little rascal with an unkind expression, and said.