I let the genie out of the bottle

He grew up in Rama's glory, but he never felt jealous; he only felt genuinely proud of his brother.

At the same time, he also had a certain inferiority complex, worrying that he was not outstanding enough and would bring shame to his brother Rama.

At this moment, Lu Ye undoubtedly hit Roshman's sore spot with his words, causing him to lose his reason instantly!

Enraged, he gripped his sword tightly with one hand to prevent Lu Ye from taking it, while clenching his other hand into a fist and punching Lu Ye's cheek with fury!

"Little brother! Watch out! Watch out behind you!"

It was at this moment that he heard Rama's horrified cry.

Chapter 169 Shoot You Down!

"careful!"

Luo Mo, whose back was firmly pinned down by Lu Ye's foot, ignored the pain and weakness in his body, roared and struggled desperately.

"what?"

Despite being in a fit of rage, Roshman immediately regained his composure upon hearing his elder brother's warning.

The next moment, he felt a pain coming from his back.

Something burning hot pierced through my back and went straight through my chest!

It was a chain with steel rivets at the front, part of the power of the [Land of Repentance].

Furthermore, the flames of judgment faintly burn upon it.

Although he was engaged in a direct battle with Roshman, Lu Ye did not forget to launch a sneak attack, piercing him through with a chain!

Under normal circumstances, such tricks are very likely to be discovered by the other party.

However, since he lost his mind because of Lu Ye's provocation, his vigilance was greatly reduced, making it much easier to launch a sneak attack.

"Uh-"

Roshmana, with his dark skin, couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

However, he immediately came to his senses and reached for the chains binding him.

However, Lu Ye's movements were far faster than his.

Before he could reach the chains, Lu Ye had already grabbed them.

Then, the hand holding the chain suddenly pulled hard.

“Aaaaa——”

Roshman immediately let out a painful scream.

At the same time, the sound of a body being torn apart rang out.

Rama, who had just broken free from Lu Ye's feet, stared blankly at the scene, his empty eyes wide open in bewilderment.

The chains that had already pierced Roshman's body were torn in two by Lu Ye's force.

The splattered blood gradually fell onto Rama's pale, disheveled hair and face, which were almost the same color.

“It’s no use. I am a God of Strength like my brother, and my body has extremely strong immortality. It’s impossible just to have this much power—” Roshman struggled to say, feeling the pain of his body being torn apart and his power gradually disappearing.

"Brother—" Rama's voice trembled slightly as he looked at him quietly with sorrowful eyes.

This look in his eyes was the same as when he learned that Lancelot, who had refused to obey, had returned to mythology.

Rama watched with the same calm yet sorrowful gaze as Guinevere's life came to an end.

"I have added a layer of flame to this chain that can burn away the immortal."

Lu Ye flicked the chain in his hand, causing Roshman's shattered body to fall to the ground, and said in a cold tone.

"Brother—" Roshmana, whose life had come to an end, struggled to prop up his broken body, raised his arm, and stretched out his trembling hand toward Rama.

Upon seeing this, Rama's body trembled slightly, and his fingers curled up slightly.

"Therefore, your journey of serving the Last King ends here." Lu Ye declared coldly before Rama could make a move.

The next moment, the power within Roshman's body was completely absorbed by him.

This disobedient god, who was the brother of Rama, turned to ashes in an instant.

Rama stared blankly at the scene, raised his hand, and touched the spot where he had been splattered with blood—the blood there had turned into a thin layer of sand because of Roshmana's passing.

"I really can't become a true hero." A pale smile suddenly appeared on Rama's face.

Lu Ye ignored him and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, a burly figure crashed heavily onto the spot where Lu Ye had been standing, causing the earth to tremble.

"Your Highness, this is not the time for lamentation."

Hanuman, the monkey god, has always followed Rama in mythology, and when Rama manifested as the final king, Hanuman remained loyal to him.

"Annihilating the enemy is the most urgent task. If we must lament, it will not be too late after we have avenged Roshman!"

The peerless divine monkey spoke loudly, his eyes burning with determination, encouraging his wavering lord.

“That’s true, Lord Hanuman.”

Rama nodded slightly, his expression becoming solemn.

Immediately afterwards, the savior's sword in his hand flashed with a sharp, white-gold light, and with unstoppable force, it suddenly slashed towards... Hanuman!

Faced with his master's fierce strike, the monkey remained unmoved, his expression unchanged, as still as an old monk in meditation.

If the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die?

it's not true.

It was just... trust as partners.

Deep down, he firmly believed that the other party would never betray him or turn against him.

Ramana's powerful strike, accompanied by heavy lightning, ultimately failed to strike Hanuman. Instead, it was caught by a hand covered in holy light.

Clearly, this was because Lu Ye was preparing to launch a sneak attack on Hanuman when Rama noticed him. Therefore, the savior hero decisively adopted the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao," forcing him to abandon his offensive against Hanuman.

Although Rama was not at his peak and had not even used the Covenant Technique, out of caution, Lu Ye still did his best to deal with the sword strike that Rama brought down with the Divine Sword of Salvation.

"Humph."

Unless necessary, Hanuman was rather taciturn, given his personality.

Seizing the opportunity, he didn't say much, but simply snorted and threw a punch at Lu Ye's back.

Feeling the strong wind behind him, Lu Ye immediately raised his other hand and caught Hanuman's fist.

At this moment, he was using both hands to block the attacks of two enemies.

The opportunity is coming!

A glint of light flashed in Hanuman's eyes.

"My father, the wind god Fayu, grant me the strength to shake mountains!"

The monkey shouted, and his free hand suddenly clashed open. His fist, which was originally about the same size as that of an ordinary strong man, was now about two meters in diameter, almost as tall as him.

The divine monkey roared, and its gigantic fist, as big as a small mountain, smashed down on Lu Ye.

"Savior's divine blade, show your sharpness here!" Rama shouted, and thousands of white-gold lightning bolts shot out from the white star in the sky, eventually converging into a huge thunder dragon, roaring towards Lu Ye.

However, facing the two enemies' hateful attacks, Lu Ye had no intention of taking them.

The ability to skip the process was activated instantly, and Lu Ye's figure had already moved far away from here.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The monkey god Hanuman screamed in agony as he was swallowed up by the thunder dragon summoned by Rama.

With a leisurely stroll, Lu Ye withdrew the power of Hanuman, the monkey god, and looked at Rama with a smile.

Then, he sensed that Rama's absorption of the earth's power seemed to be gradually approaching a peak.

next moment.

A tremendous magical power emanated from the hero known as the Last King, causing his disheveled white hair to fly uncontrollably.

"Has it been activated—the Covenant Law?" Rama lowered his head, his expression unreadable. "The absorption of power is much faster than I expected."

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Synopsis: Traveling through countless worlds to find your ultimate "mission," would you like to live again? To experience a completely different life?

I will eventually become invincible, and do as I please.

Also known as the success story of the villain.

Chapter 170 I will bestow upon this world destruction!

"The speed at which I absorb power from the earth far surpasses any time before." Rama, the Last King, lowered his head, his face dark and weary.

Approved, the covenant to annihilate the Demon King.

Let us activate the great law of the ancient covenant!

His voice sounded slightly hoarse, completely different from his previous, tired but still gentle voice.

"Perhaps it was fate's doing."

As Lu Ye spoke, he slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, his every move exuding a leisurely air.

The next moment, Hanuman, the monkey god, whose body had been charred black from being struck by the Last King's lightning, turned to ashes and vanished as all the power within it was absorbed.

"Yes, that's probably it." Rama nodded gently, letting out a sigh, a bitter smile on his pale face. "Fate continues to try to control my every move, just as it always has."

"I hate fate."

As the Last King absorbed power from the earth and gradually returned to his perfect state, the Covenant Law was activated.

The more god-slayers remain in the world, the stronger the power within him.

His body emitted a dazzling light, making him appear radiant and sacred.

Before this, the Last King would only act when there were two or three Godslayers in the world.

As time went on, he became increasingly lazy.

At this time, the number of demon kings on earth reached an unprecedented six.

Of course, if it weren't for Lu Ye's interference, the number of Godslayers would probably be seven at this time.

Even so, under the influence of the Covenant Law, the power within the Last King remains unprecedentedly strong.

If we take an ordinary, disobedient god as the basic unit, then one...

Then, the power within Rama's body was rapidly increasing, surpassing eight, nine, and even breaking through ten.

In the end, Lu Ye could sense that although Rama's magical power was still inferior to his own, it was almost at the same level as his own.

"I hate fate." Rama, the last king, the pale hero, repeated these words.

Manipulated by fate time and time again, becoming a tool for the demon kings to cleanse this world, Rama, the last king, is the most qualified to say this.

Then, he gripped the platinum-colored savior sword in his hand and raised it high.

"But I hate you too."

He said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge mandala-like magical array suddenly unfolded around the platinum-gold holy blade.

The next moment, countless bolts of lightning flew out from this mandala—no, they were not pure lightning.

Each bolt of lightning contained swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, each of which faintly revealed the holy and majestic aura of the gods—the armor of the gods, the crystallization of mythology!

The so-called mandala is a ritual form in which countless images of gods and Buddhas are arranged in order in the hope of warding off evil spirits.

However, what is powerful enough to suppress evil spirits in this mandala is not numerous gods and Buddhas, but the endless mythical weapons!

One to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand, a thousand to ten thousand, an endless array of mythical weapons, under the power of the Last King and the Savior God Blade, attacked Lu Ye!