Muria, who had no feelings at first, almost laughed out loud when she heard what this hidden guy said. How much self-confidence must one have to think that one can become a god with the lives of hundreds of mortals.
What is the true God in his mind? After all, it is an existence that all members are equipped with eternal life. He actually wants to ascend to the throne of God with such a formation.
What does this mean for those legends in Erathia who worked hard to develop their faith under the siege of the True God Church and wanted to hold the throne high?
"What are you laughing at?"
Muria's childish and expressionless face suddenly showed a mocking smile, which immediately stimulated the existence hidden in the hall.
In his eyes, he was only one step away from the final success, and this last step was about to be completed. At this time, he wanted to find a powerful enough existence to share his joy and also witness his power.
"I'm laughing at you!" Muria's smile became more wanton.
"What's so funny about me?"
"I originally thought that I would meet a god here who is eager to return again. No matter what, I would meet a madman with amazing talents and contempt for the gods. But I didn't expect that I would be an idiot who tried to steal the power of the gods."
"Since you know that I am stealing the power of gods, how dare you despise me so much? Witness the wrath of the first true god since the beginning of the new world!"
The hoarse, dry voice became thicker and more majestic, and a threaded bone spear nearly seven meters long condensed in the hall, and then headed straight towards Muria.
"Are you kidding me about this kind of power?" Muria, who had originally planned to let her own body take this opportunity to move around, looked helpless. Under the gaze of the god thief who presided over this blood sacrifice, a hand with fair skin and slender fingers appeared.
His palms turned into dragon claws, and then he shattered the bone spear with one claw.
"What kind of monster are you? Why can you resist my divine power?"
Shocked and then hysterical voices echoed in the hall. An old man with a stooped figure and a human skull staff appeared, lingering in the thick blood mist that could not be dispersed. There was also a faint ray of helplessness on his body.
The pressure of direct gaze.
"Hahahaha, you barbarian native makes me laugh so hard that you have the nerve to call such power divine power."
Without waiting for Muria's answer, a burst of wild laughter rang out, and then under Muria's plain gaze, a being with the head of an eagle and golden wings on his back, holding a divine spear, pierced the space and strode out.
, and then let the pressure of submission pervade all things.
"What are you?"
Seeing the non-human beings who had torn apart his field and forced their way into his "land of gods" with their brutal and domineering ways, the old man who had stolen the power of the gods was completely panicked, because he could feel the energy in this birdman's body.
The terrifying power it contains.
"You ant trying to blaspheme God, you should call me Your Highness."
The bird-headed winged man with a layer of golden light on his body reached out and grabbed the old man in his hand. He stood high and said in a very proud tone, "I am the son of the Golden Eagle, Giovanni!"
"I've never heard of it!" The old man, whose body was held by one hand of the nearly five-meter-tall birdman, tried to struggle, but he sadly found that as soon as his power left his body, he was killed by the existence in front of him.
After erasing it, he could not cast any spells, but even so, he still retained this last bit of stubbornness.
"Of course the barbarians and natives from another world will not hear my name."
"You are the true god of another world!" The old man who stole the god widened his eyes. He suddenly understood that it must be because of his behavior of stealing the god that he attracted this existence.
"No, I am a demigod. The power of a true god is beyond your imagination. I am still far behind." The proud demigod showed extreme humility at this time.
"How is that possible? You clearly have divine power, so why are you not a true god?" The old man said he couldn't understand.
"Of course not, who told you that possessing divine power is a god? Idiot." Giovanni, the son of the demigod Golden Eagle, asked with disdain, "Only those like my father can exist forever and have boundless power.
Existence is the true God.”
"True God..." The old man sighed, but before he could say his sigh, the sound of cracking bones sounded. The demigod from the other world clenched his palm and squeezed this man to death in order to steal the power of the god.
The old man has been planning for who knows how long.
Golden light burst out from the palm of the son of the golden eagle, and the dirty flesh and blood was evaporated in the light. Then the demigod turned to look at Muria, who was quietly watching everything happening.
"It's your turn, strange mortal creature. Do you still want to put on your poor disguise in front of the great son of the Golden Eagle? Why don't you show your true identity?"
"Let me release my true form?" Muria looked at the rampant son of the god, feeling quite amused, and couldn't help but laugh.
At this moment, a harsh whistling sound came, followed by a violent explosion, as well as flames that swept along with the explosion, and a shock wave that wanted to tear everything apart and destroy it.
"The world without gods would be like this, and mortal beings could actually develop their killing skills to such an extent. This can already pose a threat to the most heroic warriors under my command, yes."
Amid the saturation bombardment of dozens of bombs, the calm son of the demigod praised the destructive power of the attack launched by the human army, but in an instant, he showed his arrogance as a son of the gods.
"That's all. Ants from another world, prepare to bear the consequences of attacking a great demigod. You should learn how to respect the noble existence with the blood of the true god flowing in your body!"
The eagle-headed man-god, the son of a demigod with wings on his back, swept the spear in his hand and instantly wiped out all the aftermath of the explosion that was still raging around him. His to some extent, perfect body suddenly became
Exposed at the top of the blown-out building.
As a result, a demigod-level being from another world appeared without any cover in a world where technology dominates, facing the emergency power of a metropolis.
Facing the panicked gazes of humans with him, there was a black dragon sitting beside him in an elegant manner.
Compared to the dozens of armed helicopters around him, most of the demigod Giovanni's attention fell on the giant black dragon opposite him with bright gold patterns on its scales.
In his eyes, those mortal steel mechanical creations were not worth mentioning at all, and they posed no threat to him.
"Is this your true form? It seems very suitable for use in war. Lucky native of another world, the son of the great Golden Eagle gives you a chance to surrender to me and become my war beast for me to drive. This will become
The glory of your life!"
The body of the black dragon reshaped by Muria was spotted by a demigod from another world with just one glance. So this demigod who had a lot of vision but not enough vision naturally had thoughts that he shouldn't have.
"You're dead!" Hearing the arrogant words of the birdman opposite, the giant black dragon tilted its head, and its body of more than ten meters disappeared instantly, leaving an afterimage before appearing.
In front of the birdman, the slender dragon tail was thrown out like a divine whip and struck the demigod's chest.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The demigod, whose body was glowing with golden light, immediately flew out under this blow and hit the ground diagonally. Everywhere he passed, skyscrapers were smashed through, and they were as fragile as
It's a piece of tofu.
"Hahahaha, it's such a wild power. I like it. Only such a beast is qualified to become the battle pet of my son, the Golden Eagle, and bring me endless glory."
The bright golden light came from thousands of meters away from Muria, and the demigod
The majesty of a demigod rose into the sky where Giovanni hit it, and spread in this metropolis where tens of millions of people lived. The sky was filled with wind and clouds, forming a terrifying huge whirlpool.