Slash?!

He was stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with astonishment and anger.

You lie to God!

How could such a sword be just a horizontal slash!

But He could not say any more, and His 'coming' body was now completely shattered and no longer sufficient to sustain His continued existence.

But before returning, He stared at Avant with both eyes.

I'll be back!

You wait for me!

He sends this message with His eyes.

Not a threat.

But He really does.

The masked Avant responded calmly with his eyes.

Syllable!

With the sound of porcelain shattering, the bodies of the Pope's close ministers were completely shattered, and no blood was scattered, but powders like crystals were scattered all over the ground.

The holy white color disappears directly.

Specks of scarlet returned to the bones on the ground.

Only a little distorted aura began to slowly rise into the air.

Avant 'watched' at this distortion and inhaled slowly, very slowly, as before.

And then......

The sword was unsheathed!

Boom!

The sword flashed.

The sword is sheathed.

That little bit of distorted aura suddenly dissipated.

He threatened him.

How could he make the other party leave easily.

"Mortal!"

"How dare you kill a god!"

"Do you know what you did?"

In the sluggish breath, the sound echoed in Avante's mind like thunder, and at the same time, a huge figure like standing up to the sky began to appear in Avante's mind.

He looked down on Avante.

"Originally, you still had a chance to live."

"But now?"

"You're really killing yourself!"

As he spoke, the giant reached out and grabbed at Avante.

The palm of his hand obscured the sky and the sun in Avante's field of vision, and an aura of destruction swept over his face.

"Do you really think you can kill gods?"

"We are already beings you don't understand."

"You are in our eyes...... Not even ants. ”

Rumble!

With such a pronouncement, the giant's palm pressed down fiercely.

The earth trembled, and it could even be said that the heavens and the earth were cracking.

Avant vanished.

Giants can confirm.

As a result, He became more and more disdainful.

"Although I lost a little, it is also good to get such a powerful body, which is much stronger than the previous 'container', and the next step is to collect more sacrifices......

The giant muttered to himself.

But His voice soon died out.

For a sharp breath condensed in front of Him.

The next moment, Avant appeared.

Avante, who was not wearing the mask of a night owl, looked like a realization.

"That's your power?"

"Interesting."

As he said this, he raised his right hand, his middle finger and index finger were straight, the ring finger and little finger were buckled inward, and the thumb was pressed on the first knuckle of the ring finger and stabbed out directly.

I don't see anything special.

The giants did not feel threatened either.

Then the giant shattered again.

Just like the previous slash.

This time it's-

"Straight stab?"

He asked, stunned.

"It's not."

Avant shook his head, curiosity appeared on his face, waiting for Avante's answer, but Avant said unhurriedly, "This is: Sword Finger. Straight stabs. ”

The giant's eyes widened and he looked at Avent angrily.

He thought it was an insult to Him.

He subconsciously wanted to roar in anger.

But......

Syllable!

He was broken.

Unlike the previous shattering, this shattering was everything He had entered here, shattered.

"'God'?"

"What's the difference with those who are blinded by greed?"

"More ......"

"Unbearable."

With these words, Avante's consciousness returned to his body.

There was no joy or excitement on his face behind the mask.

It seemed that the killing of a god was a common occurrence for him.

In fact, it is also true.

He believed that his sword could slash ordinary people, and he also believed that his sword could slash gods.

Because, in Avante's opinion, that god is really similar to looking at ordinary people.

Except for the strong points, there is no difference.

Moreover, the heart is even more distorted.

In his consciousness space, he could clearly feel this, and in order to confirm, he also took a hard blow from the other party.

Such a blow was enough for Avant to understand what kind of existence the other party was.

Greedy to the point of distortion.

There is no reason, it seems to be sober, but it is actually ...... Lunatic.

Completely driven by instinct.

Such an existence is really quite terrifying.

Especially when they're still in groups.

Avant involuntarily raised his head and looked at the sky.

There's a lot more of that.

Is he going to go and kill all these guys?

Otherwise, it always feels uncomfortable to be stared at by these guys.

That's all he did.

What if these guys have their sights on Aster?

What if Esther and that lady Jennifer got married, gave birth to eleven or two children, and were also targeted?

What if they shamelessly destroy the peace of Celdra ?

No way!

I can't afford such a loss!

I'm not afraid of retaliation, but not my loved ones!

They are too weak!

So......

They must all be wiped out!

Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep!

Thinking of this, the face behind Avante's mask became serious, and his gaze became even sharper, and a sword intent soared into the sky.

The sword intent did not collapse, but condensed!

In the moonlight, this sword intent was like a sword in the true sense, piercing straight into the sky.

Ahh

Screams echoed across the sky.

But in the ears of ordinary people, it is a rumbling thunder.

Several indescribable phantoms quickly disappeared from the sky.

Avant frowned.

His sword worked, but it didn't live up to expectations, because ...... Someone blocked it.

Avant turned his head to look at the woods to the side.

An old man with a hunched body and gray hair appeared in a white robe, and the other party's steps were very slow, and the speed was far slower than the youth he appeared.

Ahem, ahem.

After just a few steps, the other party could no longer suppress it, and after a cough, a little scarlet appeared on the other party's chest.

Then, with a thud, the opponent fell to the ground.

But even if he became like this, the other party still looked at the sky reverently.

"Don't be disrespectful to God."

"Everything we have is given by 'God.'"

"We deserve to be grateful."

As he spoke, the other party bowed respectfully to the night sky.

"Hawthorn!"

Avante's voice turned cold.

Hawthorne, the Pope of the Temple.

The evaluation of this pope is quite high.

This is because most people agree with the fact that the other side kept the "temple" and allowed the "temple" to continue.

Even, in some ways, it can be said that without Hawthorne, there would be no 'temple' for the new century.

And Avent has an extraordinary understanding of Hawthorn in front of him.

He wouldn't believe that Hawthorn was a man who would have true faith.

Even if there is ......

Nor will it be God.

And the reason for such a gesture?

The other party is just a disguise to follow the trend.

The other party took his sword.

The body is on the verge of shattering.

As for why the other party did it?

Avant looked at the night sky again, and the sneer on his lips grew colder and colder.

"The way you look really makes me sick."

Avant said lightly.

"Just like that, you're gagging?"

"You haven't seen anything that really makes you sick."

"Avante, would you like to meet?"

Hawthorn asked with a smile.

"Nope."

Avant shook his head dryly.

"You see, you've always rejected me like this."

"It used to be."

"It is now."

"It's just...... I hope you don't regret it in the future. ”

The contemporary Pope of the 'Temple' sat on the ground and looked at Avante, with a smile on his old face, as if he were talking to a friend, and his tone was relaxed and eager.

"Future?"

"Are you sure you can see my future?"

"Are you sure that you are the real you, or the real you?"

Avant sneered.

"Of course!"

"I'm sure sure, for sure!"

"Otherwise, why do you think I would agree to Lawrence's proposal?"

"He wants revenge on Aitdemon."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Destroy Ang Thanh, which is full of 'heretics'?"

"Hahaha!"

"No kidding!"

"Ang Cheng is a very good city I have ever seen, and it is also the city I have ever longed for the most, 'heresy'?"

"Nonsense."

Hawthorne, the contemporary pope, said this, words that would have turned the 'Temple' upside down.

His laughter was full of ridicule, more of a mockery.

For more than ten seconds, Hawthorn laughed breathlessly, and then the laughter stopped.

He touched the soil next to his legs, memories on his face.

"He chose to live in seclusion here."

"The soil here attracts that one."

"But the soil is so ordinary in my hands."

"Why do you say?"

Hawthorn asked Avante.

Avant stared at the other man, and after a few seconds, a slightly disdainful look appeared.

"You'll never understand."

"When you send a part of you there, you'll never understand."

"You're just going to be them."

"Then, it became distorted."

Avante's voice was cold and he told the truth.

"There?"

"What's wrong?"

Hawthorn gestured to the night sky, and then, his palm raised a little higher, to indicate exactly where he was referring to.

The contemporary pope continued.

"I was a religious man who thought God was omnipotent and omniscient."

"Until ......"

"That one appears!"

"He 'ended' the old century with one punch."

"He punched out the new century."

"When the mushroom cloud ascended to the sky, I knew what I was supposed to do."

"He became my target!"

"However, my talent is so bad that I can't see his back at all, so ...... I chose the one that worked for me. ”

"You said that I may not be me, how could I make such a small mistake?"

"I've been prepared."

The contemporary pope spoke, standing up.

He patted the dirt off his body slowly, and then clapped his hands.

Smack, smack.

With a crisp sound, a set of walnut furniture appeared.

They consist of three sections, a table, a high-backed chair, and an ornately styled office chair.

Hawthorn sat in a high-backed chair and picked up the quill on the table and began to write something on the vellum-like paper.

"Are you sure?"

Distorted and distorted sounds came from the office chair.

Hawthorn smiled.

"Of course."

"Why else would I want to rebuild the Temple?"

"Isn't it just for the sake of trading at this time?"

"Sacrifice to all that is in the 'temple' I have created, and there is no 'me' in any sense of the word—I am still who helps me in that place!"

Hawthorn said clearly.

"The deal is complete!"

The distorted sound fell.

The whole set of furniture is gone.

Exhausted, Hawthorn simply fell to the ground again.

He looked up at Avante.

Then, the voice was lowered.

Said in a volume that only two people could hear—

"How about we make a deal too?"

"Well, according to young people nowadays, you need a ......"

"Agent?"