Chapter 62: The Theory of the Evil Gods

"It's too rigid and easy to break, half of my body. You've put all your power into yourself, but have you ever thought that one day you'd encounter something like this?"

"Shut up!"

Wang Yu swung out a claw to tear apart the pitch-black monster in front of him, although his expression was as usual, but in fact he was already faintly tired, but he couldn't see it on the surface.

In the battle of the mind, anyone can always stay at the top of their state, and all the damage can only consume the total amount of the soul. Relatively, when the wound manifests itself

That is, when the soul is completely dissipated.

"But yes, you can only put your power down on yourself. Because "

Countless black butterflies flutter in the void, and each flap of their wings causes the sludge that makes up their bodies to fall from them, and the falling sludge transforms into new butterflies, and the cycle is endless.

Wang Ming's voice was also divided into countless parts, each with a completely different timbre. The childishness, the vicissitudes of the old man, the clarity of the girl, the roughness of the man, etc., etc., are superimposed, revealing the same vicious pleasure at this moment.

"You have nothing but yourself. ”

"Nonsense!!"

The anger in Wang Hao's heart suddenly rose, and he angrily wanted to tear apart the butterflies in front of him, but they were easily dodged, as if they were laughing at the young man, constantly flapping their wings in front of his eyes.

"I have family, I have friends, I have power. I'm not nothing, on the contrary, I have enough to make anyone jealous!!"

"Is that true?"

The evil god, who had been constantly differentiating into various heterogeneous monsters since his body was torn to pieces by Wang Hao, asked with interest, although Wang Hao could crush its incarnation with his body that was stronger than King Kong every time, but it was not a harm worth caring about for it, but its erosion of Wang Yu was slowly and surely.

The evil god who had the upper hand began its favorite game again, teasing the enraged demons and questioning them in the heart.

"Do you really think you have all this, do you really think you can live your life in this Gensokyo?"

Without waiting for Wang Hao to answer, the evil god burst out and pushed his rebuttal back into his stomach.

"You're wrong! That youkai sage didn't have a good idea of pulling you here! Can a youkai like her believe what a sword-bellied monster like her says? Could it be that because you have made disrespectful remarks about her, she will drag you to Gensokyo? So what do the humans in this place have to worry about now! Outsiders have already occupied Gensokyo!"

The tone of righteous indignation instantly turned into playful banter, and the speed of the evil god's emotional switching was astonishing, and the rapid change of the two emotions in the sentence gave the listener a strange feeling of sitting in a speeding car driving towards a cliff, and then suddenly turning a ninety degree turn a second before the crash.

"Or do you really think she's going to be angry because of her age?"

"It's so sweet, it's so sweet! But if you don't even know the ability to create things, you have expectations, and sure enough, I'm sweet enough. No way, who made you me. ”

"You've always trusted people so easily, half of me. Aren't you hurt less by this kind of thing, !!now or in the past?

The evil god shouted nervously, and there was no room for the boy to interject.

"Enough talking? I don't remember that I was such a noisy person. ”

Taking advantage of the respite of the evil god's speech, he regained some of his strength, and Wang Hao's face was neither happy nor sad, and he indifferently stretched out his hands, wanting to build a weapon for himself.

It's really troublesome enough to grab these butterflies with your bare hands, I don't know why the connection with Glepnir has been broken, I guess it must be blocked by this guy in front of me, right? Otherwise, the sharp and fast wire is simply the most suitable weapon.

"However, I didn't intend to use Glepnier's power from the beginning. ”

It is better to have a large attack area and be sensitive enough, at least more than these butterflies.

"What's the point of not being able to tear you apart with your own hands?"

At the same time, there is also a large area of defense, these disgusting guys are too sensitive to resist the attack at all.

"That's what you think, right? If you were me, you'd understand, wouldn't you?"

Pitch-black water poured out of the boy's body, flowing in his hands, changing shapes, like burning flames.

"My-half-body!"

The black water coalesced into a pitch-black long stick, and the liquid that was bound in the shape of the long stick was still flowing restlessly, like a living thing.

Wang Yu suddenly picked up a long stick that was much taller than himself, and the extreme cold aura was infinitely compressed and condensed at the end of the stick, gathering into a tiny sphere, and then

Bang Bang!

“――!”

It was an imperceptible sound, the colors, smells, and sounds shattered by an unparalleled force that not even Wang Hao, who was the unleasher of the magic cannon, was immune.

Soon, the senses returned to the teenager. He shook his head vigorously to make himself more conscious, and looked ahead with his long stick.

There, countless black butterflies stand still in the air, like a beautiful painting.

Wang Yu raised the long stick and waved it lightly.

So the endless black butterflies shattered in an instant at the same moment, and the crisp sound was as refreshing as rain hitting the eaves.

"Smack, smack, smack"

"It's half of my body, and I can always burst out of poor strength in adversity. ”

A young man in a scarlet Hanfu walked gracefully, with a warm smile and an extraordinary demeanor.

"That's because I don't want to lose what I 'have'. It's not much, but that's all I have. ”

Wang Yu turned around, and the long stick tapped the ground.

"Well, if you insist that it's something you have, I don't have anything to say. ”

The boy shrugged his shoulders, a disdain in his darkest eyes.

"But you know, 'love' oh, I'm sorry, I always feel a little sick to my stomach whenever I mention words like that. But you have to believe me, I love 'love', very much. ”

It couldn't help but cover its mouth and smile apologetically.

"But the power that 'love' and 'protection' can give is far less powerful than the power of sorrow, despair, anger and hatred. ”