"Are you sure you want to be my enemy, and you will never die with the most powerful dark king in the world?"

Bane clearly didn't want to fight the terrifying black dragon in front of him, trying to use words to ease the tension that was about to erupt.

The reason is simple, through Tom's death just now, he realizes that he is no longer the high, omnipotent god of tyranny, to be exact, he can't even use one-twentieth of his usual strength.

Not to mention how difficult it is to replenish divine power after being forcibly cut off from the Kingdom of God by the gods, just a mortal body is the most fatal weakness.

You must know that under normal circumstances, the incarnation of the gods is not a mortal fetus, its skin and muscles are strong enough to resist the sharpest swords and the most powerful magic in the world, and many spells with more than seven rings that are enough to instantly kill people are only suitable for the incarnation of the gods to tickle.

At that time, the founder of the Dragon Cult, one of the most beloved voters of the goddess of magic, known as the genius of geniuses, the legendary mage Samast, had a head-on collision with the incarnation of the Lord of the Dawn.

As a result, countless powerful spells finally only scratched a little bit of the skin of the god's incarnation, shedding a few drops of divine blood, and it is still enshrined in the temple and worshipped as an artifact by the priests.

The true posture of the gods is so powerful and terrifying that most of the time mortals simply cannot harm the gods.

But now, in response to the saying, the dragon swims in shallow water and is played by shrimp, the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, the cat is more male than the tiger, and the feathered phoenix is not as good as the chicken......

A mortal body means injury, fatigue, and most importantly, death!

No intelligent life is not afraid of death!

Even the gods are no exception!

Although there are many cases of gods resurrecting after death, there are also many gods who have disappeared into the long river of history and never appeared again.

Bane is not one of those ancient gods who can easily travel for thousands of years, and the reason why he has become one of the strongest gods in the dark world is entirely due to the generosity of Jeager, the ancient god of death.

Although he still didn't know why Jaeger, who had completely ruled all the priesthood in the realm of death, suddenly made such a strange decision, it didn't mean that he didn't know that he was facing a great threat.

"Are you afraid? Hahahaha! Bane, the god of tyranny, is actually afraid!" Zhang Cheng couldn't help but start laughing wildly as if he had discovered a new world.

It was only then that he understood why the turbulent years were called the War of the Gods, or the Holocaust of the Sages.

The root cause of this is that the gods have lost most of their strength and means of preserving their lives, just as a warrior who has been stripped naked and walks bare-handed in a primeval forest full of monsters can die if he is not careful.

The Sage form is too fragile, so fragile that it can be killed by mortals armed with sharp weapons, regardless of whether the divine power is strong or not.

Of course, most mortals would not hunt gods frantically without any concern like Zhang Cheng, and they were not afraid of the other party's revenge in the future.

Obviously, the laughter sounded very harsh to Bane, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple! I'm not here to negotiate! I'm not here to use my tongue! I have only one purpose, to kill you......"

As the last word blurted out, Zhang Cheng's whole body burst out with dark green evil fire, and he once again pounced on his opponent.

Since the magic net in the Faeron Continent is not stable at the moment, he doesn't plan to risk using too many spells in battle, anyway, the body of the Divine Dragon is the best weapon in the first place, and with the alloy armor and psychic abilities that can change freely, it is enough to crush most gods in the form of Walkers.

"Hubris! you'll regret your choice today!" a berehazed Bane cursed as he raised his jeweled iron glove and tried to unleash his "supernatural powers" with what little power he had left.

Unfortunately, before it could take effect, the chaotic and deadly dragon's breath completely disrupted everything.

Ever since he studied the Shadow Flame commonly used by Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince of Azeroth, and his subordinates, Zhang Cheng has been trying to add a variety of magical energy of different attributes to his breath, and recently he has added the divine power that he has just gained to it.

His dragon's breath was not so much a spitting as a distortion and corrosion of energy.

It may not seem very powerful on the surface, but the real terrifying thing is that wherever it is scorched by strange flames, the energy stability will be instantly broken, and it will fall into an unpredictable state of madness.

In this state, not to mention casting complex and sophisticated spells, even the release of spell-like abilities has a high chance of failure, or a terrible catastrophe.

"Fazor Cherbury, help me!" said Bane, who did not care to maintain the face of a god, turned his head and begged his chosen people for help.

"I'm sorry, dear god of tyranny, he can't save you. ”

With a contemptuous tease, Zhang Cheng appeared in front of the other party directly through the flames, opened his big mouth full of fangs, and tore Bane's waist off with a click, swallowing it whole.

After doing all this, he turned around and stared at the priest with a frightened expression in his two golden eyes, and asked with a smile on his lips, "Do you also want to avenge the gods you serve?"

"No! I don't want to!" Fu Zor felt that his blood all over his body had coagulated, and hurriedly shook his head desperately.

Perhaps he genuinely agreed with the idea of the god of tyranny, but he had no intention of burying Bane.

The smart people of the evil camp are good at this, they know the current affairs, and they will never be like the holy warriors of the good camp, even in the face of the threat of death, they will not change their position.

"Excellent! You can get out!"

Zhang Cheng was obviously satisfied with this guy's reaction, and soon flapped his wings and slowly rose into the air, carrying the mutilated bodies of Tom and Bane around the port of Tantris twice, throwing them directly to the door of their respective temples, and then disappeared into the clouds in front of everyone's eyes.

You don't have to ask to know that he did this to humiliate and anger the gods.

After all, no matter how tense and hostile the relationship between God and God is, no matter how tense and hostile the relationship between God is, he will not do such a crazy thing.

It was to be expected that the rest of the gods walking on the Faeron Continent would be furious when they learned that an evil black dragon had not only killed the gods, but also carried the god's corpse to display in the public.

It won't be long before they emerge from their hiding places and begin to try to connect with each other, eventually forming an alliance that will make the madman who dares to kill the gods pay the price.

Again, this is exactly what Zhang Cheng wants......

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