"Who are you?" After landing at a height that was almost eye-level, the sword in Curxiu's hand pointed straight at the young man not far away.
"Me?" The kind smile on the young man's face said,
At first glance, he gives the impression that he is a kind and talkative person.
"Haha, the purpose is just to catch up with old friends. We haven't seen each other for thousands of years, don't you think so? Holy Master."
Meeting friends, this reason makes sense.
But you have to think, where is this place and what are people doing now?
Moreover, we haven’t seen each other for thousands of years...
This word alone is enough to arouse people's nerves and make them think of something bad. You must know that the accurately recorded history of Oda Saori and their own world is only a few thousand years, and it is much worse than zero.
A feeling like an electric shock swept through the whole body in an instant, and the hairs stood on root, as if the network signal was delayed. The sudden sense of crisis in the heart made people subconsciously want to stay away from this young man with a harmonious smile on his face.
This was more shocking than seeing a white whale before.
If the beluga whale is compared to a powerful predator, then the situation at this time is the one standing at the top of the predator pyramid.
Looking at the crowd who suddenly fell silent, the young man also showed a bored expression on his face: "Petichius, it's not easy for you. Come back."
He made the hangings himself and used them for his subordinates. Is this called self-inflicted?
The fire bombardment of the fort was still going on. Even though he had heard the call of the Lord, Petichius couldn't even raise his head amid the indiscriminate bombardment of magic.
"He can't leave!"
From the time he killed the white whale to now, Oda Saori, who had been focusing on suppressing Petichius, said bitterly: "Dozens of people were casually crushed to death by him. For such a sinful guy, the only choice is
Just die to atone for your sins!”
The drawings on the arms bloomed with brighter colors, the power of the dragon talisman's body was completely ignited, and the flames were raging to destroy everything.
The smile on the young man's face became kinder,
Stretching out a palm and holding it slowly, the flames that seemed to be erupting like a volcano a moment ago suddenly became silent.
"How is it possible? The power of Lord Dragon God..."
The flames were compressed in a small area around Oda Saori, and the surging high temperature softened the ground beneath her feet, but she couldn't break free of the invisible restraint.
Seeing Oda Saori standing in the flames and struggling to mobilize her magic power to break free, the smile on the young man's face deepened.
"The power is very good, but the upper limit of the user is not enough to exert the true power of this power. So Holy Lord, how long are you prepared to watch? Next time it will not be a joke."
As the young man's words fell, the flames surrounding Oda Saori broke through the invisible restraints, and a tall figure walked out of the flames.
The dark golden dragon head and the silver-white dragon teeth intertwined with sharp blades are ferocious and majestic. He wears a full-body battle armor inlaid with golden patterns, like a humanoid dinosaur.
The ferocious dragon head looked around, and everyone who looked at him was frightened by those dragon eyes that seemed to have a whole world of flames burning.
"Curse Lan, during the thousands of years of hell, your strength and wisdom have been shaky. Why have you been following me if you don't want to return to the moon to regain your strength?"
The young man still had a smile on his face and looked around the Holy Lord: "For fun?"
"Look at my stupid brother who tried his best to help the slaves, but was betrayed and betrayed in the end. Compared to being sealed in hell, you seem to be no better!"
"You will be betrayed by the "monkeys" you protect and gather a large number of false gods of faith to knock you off the throne, strip you of your power, cut your essence into seven parts, and then seal you in a statue for thousands of years...
..”
Facing the youth's ridicule, the expression on the Holy Lord's dragon head did not change at all, but anyone with any brains could see that he was thinking and was indeed shaken by what he had done.
"Holy Lord, is this the Dragon God's true name?"
"Who is Curse Lan? Why is it not recorded in the classics?"
Makoto Hirakawa's softly murmured words made Yanagawa Kota raise his eyebrows. Sure enough, these old guys from Shinto had been deceiving them before. The great gods who also control the power of water, fire and earth, ah... ahem, calm down, calm down
.Whether Shinto is just made up or not, it is true that the Dragon God cannot be offended.
Small lives are important, small lives are important.
Besides, does it really matter whether it is recorded in the classics or not?
Look at the time these two mentioned, the period of silence alone lasted for thousands of years. The time when humans really started to have records may not be able to match the time period when these two great gods were active.
Moreover, people's concept of gods has always been mostly rooted in faith. The one in the West, the Zeus God system, the myths of the northern land, and even their island country are almost like this. If according to this statement, the ten myths currently circulating are
Basically five of the gods had to be overthrown from their altars.
.... I don’t know whether the news is true or false, but the words being talked about by these two people should not be a lie. After all, the levels are too different.
"Lord Dragon God..." Oda Saori looked at the tall figure in front of her with worried eyes.
The team from the island country was thinking wildly, and the subjugation team... was actually listening quietly. In order to prevent people with weak hands and mouths from coming to cause trouble for them, they had already used chicken charms to seal everyone's body joints.
Let us listen and watch quietly, and don't shy away from others.
After a brief silence, the drooping dragon head was raised again, and an indescribable momentum rose from his body:
"There is no need to leave the past successes and failures to be discussed now. Facts have proved that both us, who were born from the essence of the world, and the many rising gods rooted in faith have embarked on a wrong path. Be it gods or demons, whatever
None of the comments can be decided by you. Likewise, my will will not change.
I am willing to protect humans when they are in danger, but I will not be as demanding as before. If they don’t need my protection, it doesn’t matter if we talk or leave.”
Those words made Oda Saori and Hirakawa Makoto behind them look like little stars of admiration. If their mouths hadn't been sealed and they could only murmur in low voices, they would probably be calling the Holy Master crazily now.
"Stubborn as always, protecting humans? Hahahaha, ridiculous, just you?"
"The tide of the world is sweeping across again. Various inheritances, powers, countless gods, and demons will wake up from their slumber or break the seal. Just because you are currently lacking in essence and haunted by faith?"
Cursed Blue is like a poisonous snake, spraying venom mercilessly.