The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

Anxiety drove him to concentrate all his attention, and his energy field was condensed to the extreme at this moment.

I must get back in time at the risk of my life!

The power of will awakened the thunder and submerged the two figures.

……

"Aren't you still asking me to extract your abilities?"

Yang Wuqu said cheerfully.

"...If your methods had not brought this child infinitely close to death, and if you had given all your power to another child, I would not have agreed to you doing this."

I looked at the young life in my hand, whose heartbeat and breathing sounds were so weak that it felt like a candle in the wind, and I felt complicated.

"Hehehe, one was born on Christmas Eve, and the other was born on Christmas Day. Combining the cultural legends, I successfully attached two powerful concepts to these two children."

"Jesus?"

"The Holy Son of the Horse and Ox, who was born in a stable and shamelessly stole the birthday of the Roman Empire's sun god, is not that powerful. I have no intention of having this kid crucified in the future without even having the choice of watching the tragedy."

"Being born in the wild isn't a reason to belittle someone, right? I don't understand things like stolen birthdays, but why do you say you have no choice but to watch tragedy?"

"Oh, because the unfortunate fellow had a hole in his palm."

"..."

"Let me explain it to you in detail. I tried to make the child's birth time as close to this time period as possible based on the day she was pregnant. One of them was attached with the concept of [Sun God], and the other was attached with the concept of [God's Twins] and [Before the Sun Rises], which is a somewhat distorted Moon God. Of course, it may be because this kid is really talented, and it seems that he was attached too much, and summoned multiple Sun Gods to descend on him. I will use your ability to renew his life now, but later I will need Lu Cun to kill the gods, otherwise death is destined. I'm quite curious if this child survives, will the power of the gods who are killed belong to Lu Cun or him. Oh, by the way, didn't you say last time that you wanted to name the child Ziwei? It just so happens that the boy is named Ziwei and the girl is named Ziwei. It sounds more cultured than 'Yang Ping' and 'Yang An'an' that Lu Cun thought of at the beginning."

"That kind of thing..."

I felt helpless about my brother's reaction. Just as I was about to preach, I felt a terrifying aura.

The pure white hand reached over both of us and grabbed the two children on the bed.

【289】Po Jun (End) (6K)

"The magnetic field of the trampling horse is turning 970,000 horses! The kingdom!"

The power that is equivalent to the ultimate realm of physical training in a certain world is combined with the ability that is also at the top level in this world, blocking the space within half of the delivery room.

Red lightning surged around Yang Wuqu's body, and a palm-sized spider jumped out of his arms and wrapped him with silk thread in just an instant.

The four legs and four arms tore open the cocoon, hugged the figure with pure white palms, and launched a hug and throw.

The floor, whose durability had been infinitely enhanced by the power of the kingdom, did not even show a crack after this blow.

However, the person falling to the ground was Yang Wu Qu.

"puff--"

Saliva mixed with blood spurted out, and purple-red blood mist fell from the air and landed on Yang Wuqu's visor.

It was like the four legs and four arms of an ancient sage being driven into the floor at a speed beyond the concept of speed. In almost an instant, the person who came took away most of his strength.

The pitch-black short stick fell down, dealing another blow to Yang Wuqu, increasing the damage.

Yang Pojun picked up a short stick and didn't have the energy to pay attention to his good brother who had just gotten into trouble. He looked at the figure in front of him vigilantly.

An emperor in black and silver armor—that was his first thought upon seeing him.

He seemed badly injured - that was his second thought.

Golden, spider-web-like cracks spread across the emperor's body.

Cracks were spreading across the gorgeous, heavy but not clumsy full body armor, and the sound of broken metal echoed in the ears.

The emperor looked at the two children, each of whom was holding a leg in his hand.

One cried loudly, and the other was silent.

"Dead? The one who's still alive is a girl?"

He seemed surprised.

Yang Pojun didn't know what he was surprised about. He only knew that if he allowed the other party to treat the two children so roughly, they would most likely not live to see the sunrise.

The power of will can bring about an increase in [strength], which is the power to achieve the desired result directly regardless of physical fitness.

Even though his reactions were enhanced by the potion, they were still within the human range, and it would be very difficult to launch a sneak attack on him.

"Ahem...Pojun, come on! Buckle the waist!"

He casually took the thing thrown by his eldest brother behind him and buckled it around his waist. Before Yang Pojun had time to see what it was, he found that the emperor threw out a child.

"Candle Dragon!"

The force of time and space fixed the child's body in mid-air, and Yang Pojun stood in front of him.

"Scream after me—Howling Tiamat! The power to dissolve the damned! Combine! Then turn the keys on both sides!"

"Huh? What's that shameful voice control code?"

"I told you to do it? Do it now!"

"Howling Tiamat—"

Yang Pojun, whose entire body was covered with blue-purple armor and who had gained the strength to resist, kicked the opponent with a flying kick.

So hard! And so heavy!

This is how he feels.

The pure white palm was raised and made a loose hand gesture.

An invisible hand clamped his neck, and the mask that looked like a game system was filled with red warning prompts.

"This willpower... don't be too outrageous! Ultimate armor plus top armor summoner, why would such a guy come to trouble us? No, the target is those two children!"

He stood up staggeringly, recovering from his internal injuries between breaths. Yang Wuqu's tone was a little heavy.

A silver-gray, tattered sword appeared in the emperor's hand.

Having already seen the amazing defensive power of the opponent's armor, which was almost rotten and seriously inconsistent with its appearance, no one thought that the opponent's sword would be so fragile.

It would be better to say that a tattered sword is more intimidating than an intact sword in all aspects.

Willpower can bring [power], but because of the user's original wish, it will lead to a tendency of power.

For example, Yang Lucun's power in terms of defense is limited to not being killed by the recoil of his own attack, and he will still be injured.

Both Yang Po Jun and Yang Wu Qu are types that can "dispel" enemies for defense in a mystical concept. If you get cut by one of them, you might get tetanus or something like that.

If an adult were hit by such a blow, it would be very serious, and if a newborn baby was hit by the same blow, it would be dead.

Yang Pojun carefully protected his eldest nephew behind him, cold sweat oozing out from his back.

The emperor looked at the baby girl in his hands with some suspicion, then stabbed her with his sword.

The crystal barrier blocked the attack, and an inhuman divinity flashed in the baby girl's eyes.

The next moment, this divinity began to dissipate.

With his clairvoyance, Yang Pojun saw a thread thinner than a hair passing through the barrier and entering the baby girl's forehead.

"I thought you might get restless with this last chance, so I used the Twin Flower Ritual. I didn't expect that I would really catch a big fish like you, An."

[You even murdered your own brother's offspring, you heartless evildoer, you Cain.]

It is difficult to tell whether the baby is male or female, and a voice like the words of a god comes out of the baby girl's mouth, revealing her identity.

[I am the original God, who is...]

The silver-gray sword pierced through the crystal armband and pierced into the baby girl's forehead.

[It's useless. I have already adjusted this body to be a human that can be used by my god. Its body has already reached Eden. Without my permission, let alone death, even if it is injured... Puff——]

Purple-black energy surged on the sword, causing substantial damage.

"Eden..."

He didn't finish his words, but his relaxed attitude and immediate slap in the face could only make people think of the other party's dismissive attitude.

[Are you going to let your niece die? ]

"Ah, that's up to you. Anyway, I originally intended to use those two as a way to deal with you who have established a connection with me and Pojun Xingjun who can no longer be hurt by me and Lu Cun. Don't talk about whether it hurts or not. I don't care about Mingming's opinion. As for Lu Cun, at most he would beat me half to death. What I did back then was almost as outrageous as this, but didn't he still choose to forgive me and bring me back? So who do you think you are threatening?"

Yang Wuqu looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

There are only one and a half people in this world who can control him, and there is no inhuman who can control him. He is born with a rebellious nature and likes to go against the norm. Any threat will only become a help for him to counter the threat. Anyway, the worst case is that he will be beaten half to death by Yang Lucun. With Xingjun around, what injuries can't be recovered? Can the good second brother still watch him be disabled for the rest of his life?

【you……】

The light of life disappeared from the baby girl's eyes, and the so-called final words of God were still not delivered.

"You died so quickly. I'm quite interested in whether you would pretend to imitate the mercy of the good god, the curse of the evil god, or the ruthless declaration of the so-called supreme god when you are about to die."

Yang Wuqu, who smiled like this, immediately suffered retribution.

The punch force beyond human limits hit his face and knocked him against the wall. The blue-purple armor exuded a dangerous aura.

"Nephew, save me!"

The pure white palm grasped the fist of the lingering element.

"…Who did you call nephew just now?"

Yang Pojun asked in disbelief.

"Haha, this is such a meaningless question."

The good brother gave an obnoxious smirk.

It is because he is full of malice in his heart, but appears to be doing it for the good of everyone and his own fun, that Yang Pojun cannot like this big brother as much as he likes Yang Lucun.

"...If you don't do anything, will she...still be born as the incarnation of God?"

The emperor suddenly asked.

"I should have explained to you that my methods are essentially to weaken God as much as possible and trap Him there when the current situation really happens. After all, although consciousness is at the top of this world, the first thing to be born is the body, and the soul is not born until the birth is approaching. As for the soul of the soul within the soul - that is, the birth of consciousness, it will probably take until the baby is about one month old to complete."

Amid the black murderous aura, the sturdy man who even held up his white coat said impatiently.

"You don't even know this much knowledge. If I hadn't seen your face and knew all the shit about me, I wouldn't have believed that you were my nephew."

The emperor fell silent.

“…What on earth is going on?”

Yang Pojun looked at Yang Wuqu, and a dangerous light flashed on his bright red face.

"He found me a few days ago and showed me his face and told me some secrets of mine that few living people know, hoping that I would answer a question for him. I agreed, but on the condition that he lead Lu Cun away. After all, since everyone knows that he will not have brothers or sisters in the future, and Mingming has a pair of twins in her belly, in this world where the dust will be settled in a few years, the gods who are extremely eager to show their holiness must find a way to deal with it. Lu Cun probably won't agree with some of my ideas, and you may not agree with them either. So I took the initiative to take away your ability and let Lu Cun leave temporarily. People like him will have extra sense of responsibility, but the bottom line will make him do things that violate his sense of responsibility, such as the possibility that although the god occupies his daughter's body, he will not kill her but raise her..."

"Yangwuqu!"

An angry roar resounded in the delivery room, and a silver-purple shield like a kite shield appeared in Yang Pojun's hand.

"You are no longer worthy of being called a human being!"

"Scorpion Explosion Slash!"

The two relatives connected by blood began to fight each other. The energy fluctuations were separated by the emperor's magnetic field and did not affect the woman lying weakly on the bed.

He glanced at the baby boy who was still suspended in mid-air. Although he looked ugly and wrinkled, he exuded amazing energy. A dazzling light like the sun began to shine all over his body.

But that kind of thing didn't matter to him, after all, all he saw was that wrinkled fat boy.

With hesitant steps, he came to the woman and whispered, "Mom, did you hear everything?"

"…I don't have a son who would go back in time and kill his own sisters."

The emperor raised his hand hesitantly, then put it down again.

"...I want to ask you a question."

"I don't want to answer. I don't even want to listen."

"This is what your future self said, and your past self will answer my question."

Ignoring her words, the emperor continued.

"Love is wise. This is what you and dad have always taught me."

"So, is it wise to commit suicide for the sake of love?"

Ming Ming didn't open his eyes, but moved his lips: "Who is that person?"