Hearing the roar and screams coming from the temple in the city, Zhang Cheng's eyes revealed undisguised pride, and he said to the two gods with a smile:

"Look, this is a mortal, a lowly mortal.

Although they are ignorant and easily deceived by all kinds of rhetoric, they are able to burst out with unimaginable power at critical moments, and can even decide the life and death of gods to some extent.

In addition, I have discovered that you gods, who claim to be on the highest, actually have far less control over the world than you think.

Many times, a few words, a little trickery, can change people's attitude towards God.

After all, it's always easier to destroy than to create, isn't it?"

"Crawler, do you know what you're doing, you're declaring war on the gods!" Bann asked in a vicious voice.

"Ahh

Thom, who was not far away, didn't say a word, silently raised his weapon and put on a fighting posture, as if he didn't intend to waste his words, and directly showed his attitude with his actions.

As a god of loyalty and courage, he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the behemoth object in front of him, as well as the evil aura that turned red to black.

Powerful!

Evil!

The smell of death and destruction exudes throughout the body!

In the treatment of such an existence, he is more inclined to directly destroy it from ** to complete destruction of the spirit, even if the previous battle consumed a lot of divine power, he must unswervingly implement the justice in his heart.

Sensing the other party's surging battle intent, Zhang Chengyi glanced at the god of tyranny who didn't know what he was doing, and suddenly jumped over.

Even though he was already as large as a small mountain, which should normally be very bulky, the blow was so fast that everyone didn't have time to react.

Before the weapon in his hand could be dropped, Thom was thrown directly to the ground, followed by a mouthful of hot dragon breath aimed at his head and gushing out.

The breath full of divine power and magical energy caused the God of Justice and Courage to have severe burns on his head in just a moment, and the right half of his face, including his eyes, turned into a black mass of charcoal.

But he held back the sharp pain, raised his two-handed greatsword and stabbed the dragon's relatively fragile neck.

Clang!

With a crisp metal crash, the greatsword pierced through the metal armor wrapped in it, but it failed to damage the dragon scales, which were protected by several high-level protection magics.

Without any accidents, the golden glowing giant sword was bounced off the spot.

Taking advantage of his size, Zhang Cheng didn't intend to give the enemy a chance to breathe or counterattack, he directly pressed Tom to the ground, and spit out a spell from his mouth with a cruel smile: "Mimic!

Moment!

The flakes of alloy armor on his body shimmered with a strange sheen, and with a rattling sound, they fell off his body like fish scales, enveloping his body of loyalty and courage at great speed.

Immediately after that, more than fifty pieces of metal armor began to elongate inexplicably, turning into spears the thickness of fingers, and piercing through the gap between the armor pieces and the nail pieces.

Burst!

The golden blood of the gods is scattered and splashed!

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!h

The entire inhabitants of Port Tantris could hear Tom's screams of extreme pain!

Just as the god tried to use his divine power to break free, sharp dragon claws fell from the sky, tore open his chest on the spot, and dug out the beating heart and threw it into the dragon's mouth.

Crunch, squeak, squeak......

With the creepy chewing sound, the body of loyalty and courage died on the spot, and the divine power and divinity contained in his body, a trace of the tribe all became Zhang Cheng's nourishment to strengthen himself.

"No! no! what did you monster do?!!!"

A priest who served Tom obviously couldn't bear to be killed by the god he served so easily, and rushed up like crazy.

Several other priests and holy warriors also reacted, and they followed suit with the intention of avenging the gods.

"Hmph, fool who can't help himself!" Zhang Cheng sneered, didn't even look at the other party, raised his paw and snapped his fingers lightly.

Syllable!

I saw that the space in front of these priests and holy warriors suddenly twisted without warning, and directly swept everyone in, and it was completely restored after only a second.

The living human body has been reduced to a puddle of gelatinous substance mixed with flesh, viscera, and bones, and even armor and weapons have been squeezed into various shapes by unknown tricks.

No spells!

No spell cast!

Some are just snapping your fingers!

Many spellcasters who observed the spatial distortion were stunned by the scene that was happening in front of them!

They couldn't understand how this had happened, some innate spell-like ability, or a powerful magical item?

Only Bane stood there with a gloomy face, and only after a full minute did he say to himself in an incredulous tone, "Is it a psychic ability?

"Why, you're surprised? Do you think I'm going to be arrogant enough to stand up and fight the gods without any preparation? No, I'm more prepared than you think! Now that Thom is dead, it's your turn next......"

With that, Zhang Cheng controlled the armor piece back to himself, reforming the airtight protection.

He could feel that the alloys, tainted with divine blood, seemed to be undergoing a wonderful transformation, as if they had suddenly changed from dead to animate.

I have to say that God is really a very magical special species, whether it is the heart, muscles, blood, or bones, all of them have incredible power, even a little bit, can allow mortals to complete the transformation of life forms, and even give souls to inanimate things.

Zhang Cheng is very clear about his positioning, he is not one of those guys who tirelessly explores the path to becoming a god, and he is not an echo worm who is willing to crawl at the feet of the gods and wait for the other party's gift.

He is a marauder who desires to take power from many sides for his own use by constantly killing the gods.

Whether it is divinity or divine power, it is all expendable for him, and he only needs to keep a little seed at the end, and it doesn't matter if the rest is used up.

What's more, as more and more gods were killed, he gradually felt that something completely different from divine power was taking root in his body, and it would not be long before a new power of his own would be born.

But before he can do that, he needs to kill more gods and use the other party's death to water this fragile seedling until it blossoms and bears fruit......