"O Wilfred, the executioner. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Gloomy words spat out from between Chen Heng's teeth. Wilfred, the living god, felt that something was wrong, and the sweat on his back began to slide along the curves of his body into the wide robe.

But he didn't dare to get up and take a step away from Chen Heng's knife-like gaze. This dilemma is really something that even onlookers have to sweat for.

"Other wastes who use the name of God may not be guilty of death, but I just want to settle this old account with you!" After that, Wilfred only felt that his neck suddenly sank, followed by an unnatural huge pulling sensation - the moment Chen Heng stepped on him, Mao Tian "knowingly" increased the force under his feet ten times or even dozens of times.

"Wow!" Wilfred's wails were barely at the beginning of the day, and they were completely covered by the sound of stones and bones shattering—not even the exclamations of the surrounding priests were louder than the cacophony.

The priests covered their mouths with brushes in front of them—Wilfred's head was kicked into the stone bricks of the temple. The polished stone bricks were cracked with exaggerated lines from the corners to the diagonal, while the other two corners were even pushed outwards by the tremendous pressure to protrude several centimeters high.

"Tens of thousands of prisoners of war, don't you feel distressed at all when you kill them?" Seeing that his sudden divine power was superb, Chen Heng was also slightly frightened, but it took him a few seconds to fully understand what was going on. "Even Novgorod almost died at your hands! Wilfred, 'Butcher of Austria', do you know about your heinous crimes? ”

If Novgorod, a key figure in the armistice, had died at the hands of Wilfred, there would have been no Red Dragon Rebellion. Novgorod, after the same partial amnesia, resolutely embarked on the path of overthrowing the rule of the "false gods", exactly as he did with Dixie, which may be fate.

And in the end, the god of the world who ordered the Red Dragon Regiment to be killed and killed without leaving a single one, and even the women and children had to be tried and killed in public was led by Wilfred - it is no wonder that Chen Heng was furious when he heard this name, this account that has dragged on for tens of thousands of years is really necessary!

For the other gods of the world, Chen Heng may still have a glimmer of hope - after they are relieved of their status as immortals, they may be able to spend the rest of their lives peacefully as human beings, or serve their crimes in prison until death, but only this "Austrian butcher" who owes them a lot must be eliminated quickly, not only to avenge the slaughtered prisoners of war of the Red Star, but also for his own personal safety.

No matter what happens in the future, it's good to let Wilfred die here. The dead cannot be resurrected, and it is not Wilfred who is resurrected, which remains unchanged even after the application of immortalization in the 24th century - in short, before the deep hatred, it is the right way to take the other party's authority and let the other party die completely.

If the secret of letting Wilfred live to this world is revealed, Chen Heng really doesn't have such a big heart to calculate the variables that he and Sakamoto Xiao will encounter. Here today he will take this man's life, whatever the cost.

The real battles are not fought in the temples, but in the various machine rooms and corners of the world near the mantle.

There are countless invisible lines connecting the air and the underground, and it is Mao Tian expressing his opinion instead of Chen Heng and accepting the questioning of artificial intelligence. Even if the facilities of the immortals are used in a deceptive way, it is the result of "procedural justice", and it cannot be canceled because the result is unjust, which is the logic of artificial intelligence, which is different from common sense but full of legitimacy.

To revoke someone's eternal privileges, the same legal process goes through. Although he was very unhappy, Chen Heng had no choice but to try to control this anger and let Mao Tian accept questions among the artificial intelligence.

"We have followed his will to maintain order in this world until now, but what's wrong with that? Not to mention that the 'Austrian butcher' had committed such a crime......"

"No. As long as this precedent has been set, Mr. Chen will kill whoever he wants with his special authority, and there is no disadvantage to exclude dissidents, aren't we building a new bilunar church? ”

"It is precisely because we have been deceived by them to make such a mistake step by step, that we have to bother Mr. Chen to clean up the portal now! ……”

Discussions between supporters and opponents are also taking place at the same time. Of course, Chen Heng will not receive these discussions that affect the future strategy direction of artificial intelligence. For a few seconds, his feet were still pressed against the top of Wilfred's head.

Because it was a "fatal" structural injury, the flesh and bones that had been squeezed into the stone fragments were rapidly "gluing" to Wilfred's face at this time, and somewhat stubbornly indirectly supported Chen Heng's thousand-pound feet.

"Prisoners of war, prisoners of war, tens of thousands, living people! You bastard with a mother and no mother can actually do it? ”

His roar reached the online discussion of the artificial intelligence, but it also shook the halls of the temple. The priests were all stunned at this time—Chen Heng didn't have any fancy tricks at all, and as soon as he put his foot, he coherently grabbed the back of Wilfred's head.

From the moment the back of Wilfred's head was gripped by someone, the priests barely could see Wilfred's flight path between the lightning and flint. The moment they reacted, Wilfred had flown across the entire hall of the temple, passing straight past the bishops and archbishops, and smashing the throne and its ornaments behind the beaded curtain in a straight line.

That's not enough. Wilfred, who was recovering quickly, was just about to stand up, but he was met with a slap from Chen Heng's strength - if this slap hit an ordinary person, he would have to make him turn in place and leave the air for three and a half weeks.

"Fuck, it's not enough to kill them, you're going to throw them in a microbial incubator!" Chen Heng opened his bow left and right, and his words and actions showed no mercy at all, "It's not enough to harm the Slavs of the Red Star, are you worthy of those comrades and comrades-in-arms who eat microbial food as normal food?" Holy shit, for your dead mother's sake, is it a bit human? ”

The continuous slaps almost broke Wilfred's neck and he was dying on the throne - but Chen Heng had already keenly noticed that the skin torn by him was still slowly recovering at a suitable speed - even if he continued to tear through Wilfred's butcher's body at such a speed comparable to the Hulk's destruction, Chen Heng would not be able to kill him.

In almost every cell in his body, mitochondria are working closely with nanomachines. The cancerous interface of human beings has now become the basis for the work of nanomachines and mitochondrial superpowers, and a steady stream of energy is imported from the outside world, just like the source of life that Gaia provided to her child in mythology, as long as the child's feet do not leave the earth, even the existence of the same god cannot destroy him.

Leaving the earth, four words seem difficult, but for Chen Heng, who lifted Wilfred above his head at the moment, it was not a matter at all. I saw that he pinched Wilfred so that he couldn't move, and roared at the zenith like a roast goose waiting to be sold:

"Look, the butcher of Austria is in my hands. If you think his life is fucking legitimate, fucking interesting, and worthy of your protection and cherishment, then I'll immediately stuff him into a passenger spaceship and send him out of the galaxy. How? Do you have the fucking ability to expand the force field beyond the galaxy? I'm here waiting for your reply! In my opinion, your three principles have become bullshit that can be torn apart at will, right? What a bunch of electronic bastards who seek stability! ”

This man may not be the true God...... In the trance that was choked in the gap of his throat, Wilfred saw Chen Heng's angry and distorted expression and his gesture of cursing to the sky - if this guy was the creator of the world, he didn't have to put on such a look at all, in other words, he was obviously a creature created by him, why couldn't he just destroy himself?

He may or may not have guessed correctly. In the space that neither he nor Chen Heng could see, the artificial intelligence that was shocked by Chen Heng's ultimatum fell silent one after another.

There was no need for more opinions, nor for more provocations, those were already useless things, because Chen Heng's determination could no longer be stopped - procedurally speaking, Chen Heng tied Wilfred into a ball with cloth tape and threw it into a place outside the magic field of outer space, and they were powerless to stop it, which was completely justified.

"The act of lifting Wilfred's immortal energy supply has been approved."

Mao Tian's voice appeared in Chen Heng's ear canal for the first time in a long time. As soon as his hand was released, Wilfred, who had been pinched to a purple face, immediately fell off and smashed on the stone brick floor with a dull sound.

In Wilfred's body, the nanomachines that were once able to self-proliferate, cooperate with mitochondria and organelles, and even replicate them, automatically entered the decomposition mode after losing the energy supply from the outside world, and provided other similar species with the energy to rebuild tissues and transport cells with their own decomposition - but without the inexhaustible "power of the earth", the trade-off of tearing down the east wall and making up the west wall can only be a drop in the bucket, and it cannot repair the fatal damage caused by Chen Heng just now.

Every femtosecond, every millisecond, these nanomachines are feeding the other half at the expense of half of the existing population. And when the number of nanomachines went from 2 to the 20th power to 4 to 2 and finally to 1, Wilfred only felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and even the sound of breathing became rhythmic.

The end of God has truly come to him at this moment.