The essence of divine power is an ultra-high concentration of spiritual power that is full of the will of the gods. To project it across space is definitely a matter of staggering losses.
The loss of this thing is much more shocking than that of high-voltage electricity.
In a complex space, if you throw 100 points of divine power from a long distance, you may end up with only 1 point left.
Generally speaking, even if the big one bullies the small ones, unless they are sure to win and devour the opponent's body or kingdom, no matter how powerful the gods are, they don't like to fight across spaces.
After all, most of the time, even if you win, you will also lose.
This is the advantage of fighting locally.
The current God of War is in such an embarrassing situation. Compared with the luxurious lineup on the opposite side, he is just a pitiful person with a household worth ten thousand yuan. He wants to defeat a bunch of billionaires. Even if the opposite side really wants to kill him, the price will be a loss of 100 million.
, that can also be killed.
The only thing he hopes is that the other party will cherish the feathers and not go crazy.
This is the thought.
[War Demon God] made a decision: "This time, it's our fault! Let you deal with this piece of trash, Botis. I don't have any objections. From now on, my subordinates and I will never get close to Mark*
Destiny is within a five-kilometer radius.”
"No, my lord, you can't...ah!" Butis never expected that the invincible master in his mind would sell him so simply.
All Botis' slaves opened their mouths wide, as if they had heard the most incredible thing in their lives.
But this is just the beginning, not the end.
Just as Botis was about to say something, the phantom head of the War Demon God in the western sky suddenly opened his mouth.
"sieve--"
With black as the main tone, countless mottled evil auras were sucked out of Botis's body by that huge mouth. They sank into the demon's terrifying big mouth like a meteor shower.
You must know that whether the devil uses this kind of thing as a dog or as a dish, the complex spiritual impurities and the terrifying amount of cursed flesh and blood in its body are the most difficult things to deal with.
Since the War Demon God has already given in, there is no need to give in until the end.
Anyway, we are selling the little brother who got into big trouble, why not sell it cleanly?
The demon sucked away the evil power and cursed flesh and blood of Butis, which is equivalent to peeling and deboning the pork before selling it.
It seems very cruel, but in fact the principle is the same.
The Demon God of War understood this, and the hostility of the gods in the Celestial Dynasty suddenly diminished a lot.
"Huh! You're smart!" Such a voice came from the void.
The Demon God of War stood far away in the void and lowered his noble head to the gods on the opposite side: "[War] is of course for the strong."
Until now, he has not forgotten to maintain his "divine design".
However, watching his number one brother scream and have his head ripped off by the giant thunder hand, crushed on the spot, and then took away the body, [War Demon God]'s face is like being pressed into a cesspit by the other party.
Crazy friction.
However, he really held back.
To be a demon means to be able to do what others cannot.
To a certain extent, this is also a kind of Taoism.
As Botis's headless body was forcibly pulled into the space channel and disappeared, the pair of incomparably terrifying eyes in the sky closed.
The huge divine power disappeared over the chaotic wasteland. If it weren't for the ruins of the palace, it would seem that the serious slap in the face that just happened was just an illusion.
The exaggerated God King Group left, and in this chaotic world, the War Demon God once again became the only master here.
"Asshole——"
As an angry roar resounded throughout the world, destruction came.
On this day, the chaotic wasteland in the northwest of the 18th floor of the Abyss completely turned into nothingness and was completely erased from the territory of the Abyss.
Not a single demon remained as a witness.
But in the bottomless abyss, a shameful legend about a demon god began to spread...
On the other side, when Mark just disappeared, Rosalin really didn't react at first. She felt like her soul was floating in the sky and never came down at all.
After a brief period of confusion, she realized that Mark had disappeared.
This is very abnormal. Mark is the kind of person who likes to taste his spoils over and over again. He will definitely not abandon her like this. He will at least call the maid to help clean up.
He just disappeared into thin air.
Rosalin tried to recall Mark's last moments, and she suddenly realized that something had happened to Mark.
Wearing just her pajamas, she found Helena as quickly as possible, and then Helena called Conrad, Hank and Lane.
They didn't know how to find Mark, so they could only instinctively conclude that Mark had been dragged back to the Hall of Valor.
Mark had mentioned it before, but unfortunately the Hall of Valor was not yet in normal operation, and they were usually not eligible to enter.
Acting as a matter of urgency, they immediately passed through the Caribbean's preset magic circle and entered the Caribbean in the spiritual world. In Mark's suite, there was a portal leading to the Hall of Valor.
Under normal circumstances, the heroic spirits guarding the magic circle would not let them in. When Helena explained it anxiously and with Hank's guarantee, the heroic knight agreed.
But at this moment, Botis' huge headless body jumped out of a torn hole in space and fell in front of the bow of the spiritual cruise ship Caribbean.
Mark's somewhat tired figure appeared in front of them: "Well, things are a bit complicated. I was just attacked by a demon general, but I called my friends to take care of it. If you... are worried, just come in."
The five most core people under Mark entered the Hall of Valor with an uneasy mood, such as Rosalin, who was entering for the first time.
As soon as they entered the door, they were stunned. There were a few people who had a faint light on their bodies and looked like Mark. They were the incarnations of gods from the same group of people. They were sitting on a few chairs in the main hall of the Hall of Heroes, bragging in a language they didn't understand.
fart.
Just by looking at the fluctuations on the opponent's body, they knew that the opponent was at least a god-level superpower.
Because a cardinal or something would not have such a powerful fluctuation. This was the result of these guys deliberately suppressing their own power.
Without hesitation, the five of them bowed together and saluted, with unconcealable nervousness on their faces.
"They...are my fellow villagers. Let's chat first, and you guys can wait outside." Mark didn't know how to explain it. Could it be that my fellow villagers have all become god kings and come to support him?
"Okay!" Helena and the others immediately exited the Hall of Valor.
Back in the Hall of Valor, Mark looked at these strange and familiar guys, and finally matched them with the names represented by the gods' brands. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said in Chinese: "Thank you, brothers. I've said it before
I never thought that everyone would be so supportive.”
The burly man sitting on the right is the one Mark is most familiar with. He is the master of Basatan, Poseidon Wang Hao.
The seemingly out-of-place handsome guy on the left is Macdonald, who just came to help and loves to play with thunder and lightning.
After everyone else reported their names, Mark didn't feel much sense of reality.
Because, it feels like the gap in identity, status and strength between each other is too big.
Normally there is no chance to sit at a table.
Mark, who was fearless, felt cramped for the first time.
Wang Hao patted Mark on the shoulder: "Young man, don't be nervous. After all, you are the same as us."
"No, we are too far apart."
McDonald smiled evilly and shook his right index finger: "No, no, no! There are some things that we can see even if you haven't become a god. It's better to say that we are not as good as you."
"Not as good as me?" Mark was stunned.
The guy who called himself Duke smiled bitterly: "McDonald and I made our fortune purely by relying on the plot of Azeroth. In comparison, we admire you more. You are the real ruthless person."
"How could I be so cruel?" Mark was confused.
Duke seemed to want to say something. He opened his mouth and moved it, but no sound came out.
After several seconds, he suddenly realized: "Damn it! Is it really prohibited by the laws of the world? We are too restricted here."
Not only him, but in the next second, these figures suddenly became a bit ethereal and more transparent.
Wang Hao sighed: "Our clone projection here is very unstable. I can only say that your place is too special."
McDonald responded: "Yes! As soon as something happened to you, we all came here. It's just that I was lucky enough to find 'you'."
McDonald's aggravated tone made Mark realize that the other party had something to say.
Wang Hao patted Mark's shoulder again, but this time, his clone's palm turned into a phantom and passed directly through Mark's shoulder. Looking at his own hand, he sighed: "Oh! Mark, if you have anything to do in the future, please help me."
You can continue to call us, but it’s hard to say whether we can make it in time or not.”
McDonald simply said: "I'll help you change the head of that bastard Buttis. It can be used, but try not to use it in fighting. If you don't have the knowledge of the Demon God General, you will be at a disadvantage if you use the Demon God General's power."
Seeing these fellow villagers arrive suddenly and leave in a hurry after helping, Mark felt extremely strange.
Mark couldn't help but ask the question he was most concerned about: "Wait! I have a dice that can tell the future destiny. Why don't I have to pay for using it?"
McDonald was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He was speechless, but he could take advantage of the situation.
He moved his lips, and from that movement, Mark could understand that he said three words - paid!
Paid?
What does this mean?
At this time, the shadow of Wang Hao's incarnation was so faint that it was almost invisible. When his will finally stayed in this world, his words floated into Mark's ears.
"Be bold...think...and do it! This is...the only...life..."
After that, all Mark's fellow Chinese people disappeared out of thin air in front of him.
Mark looked at the place where they disappeared, feeling disappointed and unable to recover for a long time.
Soon, Mark heard footsteps.
Helena and the others came over, and Helena looked a little weird: "Those gods have left us with some insights and knowledge about power in some way, and we..."
Mark waved his hand: "Use it! It's absolutely safe!"