Chapter 1202 The Son of God who was piled to death by God
Under the whirlpool of gray clouds, under the horrified gaze of mankind, a tall eagle-headed giant stood in the city. His body was so huge that even the tallest building in the city could only reach his waist.
A creature with such a huge body is simply a god-level existence that surface civilization cannot cope with. Just seeing it will naturally arouse awe and fear.
As a result, the fifteen armed helicopters of the city's armed forces, which were attracted because of the blood sacrifice held by the God-Stealing Old Man, began to retreat one after another after seeing the Son of the Golden Eagle whose body had already towered into the sky.
But their attack just now attracted the attention of this demigod who was not broad-minded. His body was shrouded in a layer of golden light, and the divine being opened his mouth and blew gently.
The strong wind suddenly rose and blew through the dense urban buildings. Wherever it passed, the steel jungle instantly became in pieces and dilapidated. Then, the dozen or so helicopters trying to escape were directly crushed into a sky filled with iron filings.
Such a scene immediately plunged the silent city, which was shocked by the appearance of the demigod, into an unprecedented panic. Crowds of people surged, and everyone was desperately trying to stay away from the location of the demigod.
The turbulent flow of people crowded together, and without order, countless chaos occurred. Screams, screams, and cries instantly filled the streets and alleys of the city.
When faced with an existence that could destroy it, the order of civilization disappeared in an instant, and the instinct to survive defeated the reason of every individual citizen.
There was no need to think or hesitate. When they saw the god-like existence appearing and destroying the city, everyone began to flee. No one wanted to attack a behemoth nearly three hundred meters tall.
After the demigod who had caused this chaos of tens of millions expressed his amazement at the population living in this city, he didn't care anymore. His attention was always on Muria.
"Mortal things, how about it?" Demigod Giovanni proudly showed his demigod body to Muria. This is the most powerful body that a god can have. "You still bow to me and surrender?"
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"Since I was born, you are the first person who dares to say such things to me in front of me."
The black dragon looked at the demigod walking towards him. Groups of skyscrapers collapsed under his feet, and the symbols of civilization were instantly shattered in the face of powerful force.
"Oh, it's interesting. It sounds like you also have some prominent status?" The son of the Golden Eagle had a joking look in his eyes, "Tell me about it, maybe your status will qualify you to be my mount."
"You don't deserve to know!"
Muria, who was offended one after another, did not have any fluctuation in his tone. He was ready to respond to such provocations.
However, his true self had no intention of intervening. A mere son of a god was not worth the risk of being expelled by the will of the world by forcing him to take action. There were many ways to kill a demigod.
"All you need to know is that you've pissed me off!"
Under the teasing gaze of the demigod Giovanni, the black dragon stretched out its claws, then gently twitched it, and then, a sword engraved with its ancient patterns was slowly pulled out of the space by him.
With the appearance of this sword, the vortex formed by the appearance of the demigod suddenly showed signs of collapse, and the black-gray clouds were dyed a light red.
A terrifying evil aura filled the air from this sword, the gods were bleeding, and the demons were wailing. The vision was reflected in the sky, instantly dissipating the pressure of the demigods.
The demigod Giovanni watched helplessly as the black dragon took out the killing sword. The expression on his face changed from amusement to stunned. He stared blankly at the dragon holding the sword, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
"I didn't expect that a mere native from another world would actually possess the weapon of the true god. Hahaha, I didn't expect that I would have such an unexpected gain." Demigod Giovanni was ecstatic.
"It seems that your background is very unusual. You actually possess a real artifact and you still don't offer it to me!"
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Muria turned a blind eye to the words of the son of the golden eagle. He held the sword with one claw, and then slashed it down. A red-gold sword light flew out. The sword light was only a few meters away from the sword. When it approached the demigod, it spread. To the point of hundreds of meters.
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Seeing the incoming attack, the demigod Giovanni smiled disdainfully and held the war spear in front of him, intending to block the attack and then snatch the true artifact from the dragon's hand. But the crisp sound of metal breaking interrupted his fantasy, and he watched with astonishment as the sword light cut off his war spear without any hesitation.
Then he watched helplessly as the sword light sank into his chest without attenuation, and the pale golden blood of the demigods swayed in the sky.
"How is that possible?"
The pain of his body being torn apart and the root injury of his soul being torn apart made Giovanni, the son of the Golden Eagle, scream in disbelief. He never thought that he would be severely injured by such a weak being.
Even if this young being held the supreme and true artifact in his hand, it shouldn't be like this. He couldn't figure out how the artifact could be so useful.
"But that's it. You were able to hurt me the first time with this true divine weapon, but I didn't pay attention. Now you can't hurt me the second time."
The demigod whose body was chopped into pieces used the divine power inherited from his father to forcefully glue his body together, and then stared at the dragon holding the sword with rage.
True gods whose life level is completely superior to mortal things do not forbid the emotions and desires of mortals. Instead, they have more intense emotions and desires than mortals.
At this moment, the demigod Giovanni felt that he was offended and his life was threatened. His eyes were filled with annoyance, and even a physical flame formed on his head, which was his anger.
"Noisy!"
Under the watchful eyes of the panic-stricken humans in the city, the black dragon, which severely wounded the demigod with a sword, swung its claws, and the divine locks, as bright as the stars, flew in the air, entangling the demigod like a star-eating snake.
"There is also a real artifact! Are you kidding me?"
As soon as the Nebula Chain appeared, the Son of the Golden Eagle felt that the space around him was blocked. He had no way to break through the space and dodge, so he could only dodge by flapping the wings behind his back in embarrassment.
But the Nebula Chain, which was extremely spiritual and was about to give birth to his own wisdom, followed him like a shadow, sealing off every inch of space he could avoid.
"Damn reptile, die!"
The demigod, who was in a spherical metal chain made of nebula chains, could not accept that he had fallen to such a state in such a short period of time. With anger, he threw the half-length war spear at Muria.