The god of evil looked at the ridiculous mortal with a contemptuous smile in his one eye.
He moved the corners of his mouth slightly, seeming to be very happy.
The next second, a strong curse and ominous bytes vibrated in the air.
"die."
"Oh shit."
Wang Jin cursed secretly, and the few remaining breaths of the dream of death were consumed, blocking the curse of death this time.
He expected this to happen, but he didn't have time to think about countermeasures.
To be precise, there is really no countermeasure this time.
The imitation version of the secret ritual has completely lost its effect, and the Eye of the Ancient God can no longer work.
"Then we can only find a way to shut him up."
Wang Jin gritted his teeth, the magic gun in his hand roared, and the bullets poured out towards the god of evil.
It's a pity that his marksmanship is so poor that it is almost useless.
Human beings who have lost all their trump cards are so helpless in front of God.
As long as the god of evil opens his mouth again, this young man will definitely die.
But Wang Jin couldn't dodge or dodge.
The eyeball target is too small, so he can only rush towards the evil god.
Once He takes back all the power, everyone will die here.
"This is really not my character."
Wang Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head, but there was no hesitation in his steps.
He always thought that he was a selfish and greedy person who only considered interests from beginning to end.
This kind of self-sacrifice for others cannot happen to him.
But why don't these legs obey my orders?
From fighting tooth and nail to stop the spread of natural disasters, to now desperately trying to help others fight for hope of survival.
Wang Jin felt that something might be wrong with him.
"I didn't expect that I am also a hot-blooded idiot."
The young man smiled helplessly and held the sword in his hand tightly.
Leonard was roaring. He was beating the ice armor on his body frantically, trying to reduce the weight and increase his speed. Unfortunately, he couldn't help Wang Jin much.
Li Hui ran over quickly, but was blocked by some of the surviving believers. She could only look at Wang Jin with red eyes.
Xiao Hei screamed and wanted to run over, but it was too late.
The mirror ghost waved its arms desperately in the whirlpool, unable to climb out.
Azi struggled desperately and tried to break out of the Eye of the Ancient God, but was stopped by Wang Jin with all his strength.
Meng Yu, who was standing far away, seemed to notice something, leaving a tear in the corner of his eye.
This is destined to be Wang Jin's battle alone.
"How stupid."
The original coldness on the god's face was gone, and his expression became more vivid without the bloody eyeball.
Unfortunately, this does not mean that He can give up his plan.
The obscure language came out of his mouth again, and a strong sense of death came to his face.
Death is also a kind of disaster, and the gods will never miss it.
This time Wang Jin couldn't stop him.
"Ah, being silly is quite cute."
There was a whisper of disgust in his ears, and the little fox shook his head, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
Then he jumped down from Wang Jin's shoulder.
"Go on living."
"don't want!"
Ignoring the heart-rending roar, the fox-eared girl rushed forward.
The light body floated in the wind like feathers, but it stood in the face of death so resolutely.
The ominous and blasphemous breath was like a breeze blowing past the snow-white shadow.
Wang Jin's blurred eyes vaguely saw the girl with white hair and fox ears smiling at him, her smile still as sweet as ever.
Unfortunately, this is the last time.
There is no foreshadowing and no remedy.
Despair swallowed Wang Jin like a tsunami.
Her body softened and she fell from the passage connecting heaven and earth, falling to the ground.
“…”
Wang Jin didn't speak or even stop.
There was no emotion in his eyes, he was as calm as a machine.
The copper whistle blew gently, as if bidding farewell to one's friends.
"will die."
Anne's voice came to his ears, and she warned the young man softly.
Wang Jin does not have a strong body like Leonard, and he cannot bear the burden of using the bronze whistle continuously in a short period of time.
There is no mercy in front of weird stories, and if you exceed the rules, you will have to pay the price.
Wang Jin did not speak, but stubbornly blew the copper whistle.
Annie sighed softly and said nothing more.
The next second, flames spread out with the copper whistle as the center.
Different from any other time, this is the fire that Wang Jin ignited with his life.
The scorching flames hovered in the sky, and the huge heat directly evaporated the clouds above the head and the water under the feet. The ghost train let out bursts of wailing and disappeared.
The flames jumped and danced like elves.
Annie moved forward slowly in the air, the elves of fire flowing and jumping around her, adding complicated patterns to the pure white dress.
The warm flame gently held up her feet, turning them into the most exquisite shoes.
The blazing pumpkin car drove from the horizon, and the horse made of flames neighed.
A huge old-fashioned wall clock appeared in the sky, the pendulum swinging slowly.
"Go ahead, the magic will expire after three bells."
The flames danced, and a crisp and sweet sound came from it.
The next second, Wang Jin's body burst into flames.
This is the fire that abandons everything, and it is also the fire that will surely tear through this long night.
Starting from his heart, blood-red flames covered his body as if alive.
It is different from the previous blessing of fire. This is a truly strange power.
A bright red cloak, a bright red nailed sword, and a bright red crown.
And, bright red eyes.
The whole world seemed to be filled with only flames, and even the gods couldn't help but look up.
It's so beautiful, but also filled with deep hatred.
The flames of revenge.
"Hate will burn people up, it's true."
Wang Jin grinned and put on a posture.
"Boom——"
When the bell rang for the first time, Wang Jin turned over and jumped out.
The blazing carriage stopped in front of Wang Jin, providing him with a temporary place to stay.
The nailed sword pierced the night sky, pierced the silence, and quickly magnified in the shocked eyes of the god.
"Boom——"
The second bell rang, and the flaming cloak floated in the air, making a hunting sound.
Wang Jin walked forward in the air on the blazing fire, his speed reaching the extreme.
There was a faint sound trembling in the air, not the chirping of cicadas, nor the muffled sound like thunder.
It was Luo Chan who had concentrated its power to the extreme, and it only let out a sigh.
The stream of light that illuminated the dark night danced in the air, and the hatred in Wang Jin's eyes almost burned.
No, it's already burning.
The sword light flashed, completely cutting through the haze above his head.
The young man swung the sword in his hand with the hatred to cut off everything.
"Boom——"
The third time the bell rang, all the flames were extinguished, and everything just seemed like a dream.
Snap.
The young man, whose body was charred, fell to the ground.
Following closely behind is a head.
Annie took a deep look at Wang Jin and disappeared.
"Wang...Wang Jin?"
"Sister Xiaobei!"
A panicked voice sounded, but unfortunately the two of them couldn't hear it.