Yahweh doesn't want to talk

The broken arm was held tightly in Wang Ha's hand.

"what?"

It was the first time that Kang Hao saw such a bloody and shocking scene in real life. He was stunned for a moment and didn’t know how to react.

Use the broken arm as a bridge before time reshapes.

God was finally touched.

Volume 3: The Sacred Round Table Field Where Transmigrants Fight: Chapter 42: The Bloodline Transmigrants Who Are About to Reach God

At the foot of the mountains.

The swordsman resolutely leaned on the greatsword stuck in the ground and came towards the ordinary black-haired young man with his back to him.

“Let’s do it again.”

Feeling the breeze coming in from the marks made by the swordsman.

The black-haired young man muttered, forming a sharp contrast with the tall swordsman.

Waves of grand movements echoed from the sky.

Click.....Click.....Click.....Click.....Click........

That was the strange sound made by the great gears of time being uncontrollably displaced from their original positions and being bent back into place under the compulsion of the omniscient and omnipotent will.

Even the wheels of time cannot go against the will of the Omniscient One.

Nothing is absolute......

Except God.

In the long river of time, only the Supreme Being can stand high above the sky, above everything in the universe, and not be affected in the slightest.

Kang Hao turned around and prepared to pick up the weapon that had just been knocked away.

But when the scene before him came into view, Kang Hao stopped.

The tall and majestic one-armed swordsman stood calmly with his sword.

The severed hand wrapped in arm armor was thrown aside casually.

The blood from the incomplete body was flowing out from the wound, but because of the cessation of the passage of time, it still remained in a frozen state of flowing downwards, like a blood-colored pendant.

Watch this scene.

Kang Hao's eyes instinctively avoided.

An inexplicable sense of guilt began to appear in someone's heart.

possible.......

perhaps........

seem.........

A little bit...

overdone.

"Emmmm."

Looking at the tall figure, Kang Hao fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, Kang Hao let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Forget it."

"That's enough. We can't chew more than we can chew."

"The old man is a god of the highest rank. Even if he learns the basics of swordsmanship that is close to the divine realm, it will be enough for him to use for a long time, not to mention that I have only learned the basics."

(Although it is quite absurd that the assassin who reached the divine realm was actually swordsmanship instead of assassination)

The young man kept muttering and emphasizing.

Convincing myself.

After all, in Kang Hao's heart, the identity of being a human being is far greater than the position of being a non-human.

He is not the willful Lord of Hosts who can take hurting others for granted and not care about it.

This is seriously inconsistent with the education he received since childhood.

"Besides, ... I might have already returned home by then, so what would I need such superb martial arts for?"

"Can you still hack RPG?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Not to mention that I can't catch up physically, what's the point of having the skills?"

"Besides, this isn't America. Even if it was America, it would just be a gunfight. Using RPJ is ridiculous."

Although with the capitalist nature of selling even the rope for hanging as long as money is paid.

Kang Hao did not doubt that someone must have this thing, but using it would be a fantasy, after all, it was still a country.

It is also the most powerful hegemonic country known in history so far.

"so be it."

At the moment when Kang Hao finally made up his mind, the echoing sound of heavy gears crisscrossing coming from the depths of Tianwei also stopped.

No one except Kang knew that the entire universe had been edited into a ghost video and kept playing back for a long time before this.

In Kang Hao's sight, bright light was hanging from the sky, shining on the arm that Wang Ha had casually thrown aside.

Wang Ha's residual value turned into spots of light attached to Wang Ha's wound, and a brand new arm reappeared at the original missing part of Wang Ha.

"This is?"

Time returned to normal and the world Kang Hao temporarily created collapsed. Wang Ha, who regained consciousness immediately, felt the existence of his arm instantly and looked at the arm that he had lost and found in a daze.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the god behind him, because only this god had the ability to change his body without him being able to detect it.

At the same time, the young man's voice sounded in his ears.

"I have done my best. Azrael, please leave."

After Wang Ha heard this, he was silent for a moment, and then all his words finally merged into one word: "Amin".

Then disappeared in place.

"Amin" in Islam and "Amen" in Christianity both originate from the Hebrew word Amen.

It means "sincerely wish", "I hope so, really", and is used by Judaism, Christianity, and Islam to express agreement or affirmation during worship and prayer.

Kang Hao walked towards his sword reluctantly.

It is made from many holy vessels, and is forged and nourished with the furnace fire that was the source of the great flood that cleansed the universe.

A crystal sword that contains the divine tools of almost all the actual gods of heaven in the world of God Slayer.

Quietly leaning into the sand.

And just when Kang Hao pulled out the crystal sword.

Large patches of blood clouds spread from the other side of the mountains.

A strange sound like sharp nails scratching glass came from the blood cloud, and then large groups of black bats flew out from it.

The shadow cast by the blood-red and black torrent almost covered half of the sky.

In the middle of the blood cloud and black bats was a young man in strange clothes with a pair of huge bat wings behind him that were flapping constantly, creating gusts of wind with a particularly strong smell of blood.

"Damn it, Taro. Luckily I took the opportunity to bury the Blood God Child while I was burying something for that bitch, otherwise I would have gone back to the fountain with the others to read the bar."

"It seems that the other party must have found the Chaldean gang. If I had said it earlier, that stupid gossip girl's prophecy must be wrong. Those dogs who pretend to be lickers and have their own ulterior motives would not have said anything."

"I'm fine now. I've screwed myself."

"Forget it, never mind. I need more blood now to replenish my blood river."

As he spoke, the vampire still had that gentle and polite smile on his face, but his tongue was always licking his sharp teeth uncontrollably.

There seems to be some kind of tyranny and cruelty lurking.

For vampires who own the blood river, blood is the currency of the soul and the currency of life. Sucking blood means taking the life and soul of others as one's own.

Although each of these ants is so weak and disgusting, at least they can increase their own "life", which is an important asset.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

"As long as I pass this mission, I will be ready to complete my ascension to become the Blood God: Cain. Then I won't have to put up with those idiots anymore."

"kindness??"

"Where is the person?"

Volume 3: The Sacred Round Table Field of the Crossovers: Chapter 43: Broken Arm Upgrade

River - the river of soul and flesh, even the ocean.

It’s this vampire time traveler…

Ah, no.

This name is an insult to him.

Just like those Mary Sue novels, he usually calls himself a vampire.

Back to the point

The Blood River is one of his main life-saving abilities.

——Just one person is equivalent to the entire Hengsha population...

--Because all the lives that were killed and the souls that were plundered have all become part of the dead river, becoming evil ghosts that are accomplices to the tiger...

--The victim accepts the logic of the perpetrator, fights for the perpetrator's existence with everything he has, and burns himself as a barrier to protect the perpetrator.

The Lord of the Dead River naturally became a monster that would never die no matter how hard you tried...

Because as long as there is no ability to disintegrate the entire system from the source and can kill with one blow directly to its absolute essence, then any immortal body is actually quite disgusting... and among them, the Dead River can be regarded as one of the most disgusting abilities.

There is no other reason, it’s just that there are too many lives.

The killed lives and plundered souls will all be devoured and stored in the body of the Lord of the Dead River, and these lives can in turn bestow an equal number of lives upon the Lord of the Dead River.

The original owner of the copyright to this skill owns 3,424,867 lives.

As a time traveler, this number is even more difficult to estimate.

However, even with such a powerful ability, it is of little significance in the face of absolute destruction.

For example, in "Thank You, Mr. Taro", a wave of Ultraman bombs directly cleared out the blood river that this vampire time traveler had accumulated for many years and obtained by swallowing several civilizations.

In fact, if he hadn't taken the opportunity to shed a few bloods while placing some things for that Mary Sue lady, he would have already fallen to the ground, waiting for the reading of the bar.

However, this life-saving skill cannot be used too many times. After all, this special blood god child, which is equivalent to the DNF resurrection coin, is extremely difficult to be born and exist in the outside world.

And there are only a few Blood God Sons placed by Mary Sue in the center of the formation. After all, even the weakest holy light is still holy light.

Leaving too many Blood God Sons behind would cause an instinctive backlash from the Holy Energy, which would truly be a loss.

"mortal."

"Give me your soul!"

A low roar came from the blood cloud, and dozens of blurry human figures covered in blood with violent murderous intent approached from the sky in an instant, like birds of prey swooping down to kill, as fast as an afterimage.

people.

Strictly speaking, Kang Hao is still a human being.

At least he still looks and feels like a human being.

Although at least in the case of Type-Moon, in fact, he actually seems to have nothing to do with the concept of human name.

However, if Kang Hao himself does not make this subtle difference clear, even in this system, only a few beings can distinguish it simply by perception.

But all this has little to do with this starving vampire.

At this moment, when he had just pulled out the crystal sword that was inserted diagonally into the ground and was about to throw it back, he heard a voice coming from afar.

"???????"