There is a beautiful blue planet in the vast universe.

The blue planet located in the rocky area is covered with a thin ozone layer, and the places very close to the ozone layer continue to explode one after another with amazing brilliant brilliance, which is a scene produced by a series of powerful destructive spells or energy pillars bombarding an unusually hard defensive barrier.

A figure hidden in the pitch-black light floated in the gravityless space with its arms around its chest, staring at the nebula-like bright object in front of it—a powerful attacking army of 100,000 gods from different myths and legends.

God Haotian narrowed his eyes and didn't say a word, such a rigid and boring time has lasted for a long time.

"I said, can't you just change some new tricks? It's just to hit me casually with a cannon every day, this bit of firepower is far from enough, besides, can it be accurate? Don't shoot down the satellites that people have worked so hard to send up. Haotian God stretched his waist, yawned, and turned to encourage, "But don't be discouraged, keep up the good work, Lao Tzu said well, only after all the efforts will you know that the effort is useless!" Hahahaha, of course this Lao Tzu refers to Lao Tzu and me. ”

As soon as the words fell, the brilliance that erupted above the thick energy barrier really became more and more brilliant, more dazzling than the solar flare in the distance.

Haotian God nodded contentedly, his own radical method was indeed a hundred tests, and the results were immediate, how could the protective shield composed of the beliefs of more than eight billion human beings be so easy to break? You fools, just waste your efforts.

Haotian God wanted to lie down in the cosmic space and fall asleep, but he noticed a trace of abnormality, so he stopped moving, the look in his eyes changed, and the dark space in front of him was torn open a thick crack, and a boy-like guy stepped out of the crack, wearing a simple and dark robe, with a shawl of the same color on the robe, and the robe was surrounded by dots of black light, and the boy's body exuded a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

The 100,000 gods immediately stopped their attack, and were silent, just staring at Haotian God, and the atmosphere was a little cold and silent for a while.

Haotian God rubbed his dry eyes, and was completely defeated, so he took the lead in breaking the deadlock, and joked with a smile, "Yo, long time no see, what a coincidence, I also have a robe of yours." ”

In the face of the current Lord of the Gods, the co-master of the gods, who can destroy all existences, Haotian God's tone was very calm, without any fear, because he knew that the little boy-like guy in front of him could not kill himself, otherwise the day would collapse and the planet would perish, which was contrary to the purpose of this guy.

Allah sneered, "Then you have to collect it." ”

Haotian God pursed the corners of his lips and said, "Each other." ”

"It's not that I can't kill you, it's just that I can't kill you, that's why I arranged so many gods here to slowly wear down your strength, you know enough." Allah's words broke the dependence and measure in the hearts of the other party.

"Give up against me, you are destined to lose this game, and it's too late for us to join now." Allah said indifferently, as if he had seen the final end.

Haotian God scratched his head and pretended to be puzzled, "Oh? As the saying goes, God is destined, are you heaven? ”

Allah seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world and burst out laughing, "What a poor mouth, you have to think clearly, you have to lose." ”

"Thank you for your few kindnesses, but I'm sorry, I haven't lost since I was born."

"You're so funny... and ignorance. ”

"Passing the prize."

"This is the last chance I'll give you, and in that case, don't regret it."

"Don't worry, I don't even know how to write the word regret." Haotian God said in a sincere tone, as if he was expounding an ironclad fact.

Haotian God regained his serious tone and said lightly: "It is not known who killed the deer. ”

Allah turned around and tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Then let's wait and see." ”

Haotian God waved his hand mischievously at the other party, "Don't send it slowly, come often when you have time." ”

"Hmph, it's good to do it yourself!" With a wave of Allah's hand, he re-tore open a spatial crack and flashed into it.

The God of Haotian turned to look at the world, there were hundreds of millions of grains of light, and among them there was the largest point of light, like a lantern.

How dare the flame of the candle compete with the bright moon?

But even the light of a grain of rice, as long as there is enough of it, can compete with the scorching sun after condensation!

Haotian God sat on the spot and closed the coffin and concluded: "The warrior who slays the dragon will eventually become a dragon." ”

An explosion rang out, and the 100,000 gods once again launched a seemingly never-ending attack.

"I applaud the night"

"I also sing praises for the dawn"

"I Rejoice in Evil"

"I was also moved to tears by kindness"

"I Am an Angel"

"I'm a Devil Too"

"And you"

"Can only gratefully surrender to my ravages"

Allah slowly ascended to a high mountain in the city of J, and from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain was a winding road.

"It's beautiful." Allah sighed, and his eyes were dark.

The rose garden on the top of the hill had withered, no longer a delicate patch of bright red, but all turned into a dark color with the smell of death, and the withered branches stood upright, like the outstretched hand of the undead of hell, and the withered petals were deep in the mud, no matter how the vigorous wind blew, it could not be brought back to life, and it drifted with the wind.

The garden is dead silent.

"The sins of mankind will be punished by me."

···

"Xiaoqiang, I said that you are not too young, it's time to find a serious job."

When Sydney had dinner with her brothers at a certain time, this sentence to Brother Qiang made Brother Qiang angry and reformed, Brother Qiang felt that he was a dragon and phoenix among others, and if he wanted to do it, he had to do great things, just like the emperor in a dragon robe in ancient times, and it was best to manage a thousand children and eight hundred people under his hands, so now it is logical to become a Meituan brother.

"Anyway, I am also wearing a 'yellow coat' that is not much worse than the emperor, and the momentum is quite majestic, besides, the people take food as the sky, and it is a big thing to let others eat enough, and I still have Niu Xi's group of younger brothers under me to fight together, this job is already very ideal." Brother Qiang comforted himself while panting and climbing the stairs of an old residential building, carrying a full load of takeaways.

"Ouch, ouch, I'll go, how come every elevator in this damn residential building, how many floors have you climbed now?" Brother Qiang looked under the railing, endlessly, a little dizzy.

Brother Qiang glanced at the door number of 601, continued to walk like a fly, and finally climbed to the top floor with great difficulty, and gently knocked on the titanium alloy door of 901.

"Hello, your takeaway, remember the five-star review." Brother Qiang habitually dusted his hair, but he felt a little weird, and then he remembered that his proud red hair of Yagami An'an had already been shaved into a small flat head by that "Tony", just like a stunned person, he was ordered to rectify by Meituan because of image problems, otherwise his job would not be guaranteed, so Brother Qiang was so ruthless.

"Okay, okay, no problem, you young man's muscles, ouch, it feels awesome." The customer who ordered the food was a middle-aged aunt who was blessed, and when she took the takeaway, she didn't forget to rub the oil and pinch Brother Qiang's biceps.

Brother Qiang forced a smile, showing a smile with a few missing teeth, and then decided not to stay longer, and ran down.

This old residential building suddenly shook, and Brother Qiang, who was timid and afraid of death, had an earthquake, so he accelerated the pace of going downstairs, and he was still thinking about the safety of Sydney's eldest sister.

At this time, in an area of J City, a blonde woman was walking slowly, carrying a beautiful sword at her waist, and the striking golden trench coat on her body fluttered in the wind.

"The schoolwork in the third year of high school is really heavy..."

"Hee-hee, but I'm glad I had you guys help me move my muscles."

The blonde woman glanced at the berserk behemoth in the distance, smiled wickedly, put her right hand in front of her mouth and whistled, then accelerated forward, jumped to her feet, sat firmly on a white steed flying from the sky, and rushed towards the huge ugly-looking false god that had emerged from the dirt in front of her.

···

London.

Five good-natured girls gathered in front of a bar, each wearing a white cape with a red cross painted on it.

“Windsor, are you sure these Mafia bought some serum as well? Let's not hurt the innocent (Windsor, are you sure these mafias also bought a batch of serum?) Let's not hurt the innocent)." A woman with a round face and a slender figure asked, with attractive crimson hair.

After finishing speaking, the woman sighed, the members of the organization have been working for the original batch of "super serums" for most of the past six months, but they have been so busy that they can't be idle for a moment.

"I'm not sure." Windsor glanced at the moonlight, smiled heartily, whatever, anyway, this group of mafias themselves have long been ignored, and they will be beaten up first.

"Then we will be punished by boss B if we are so reckless." The beautiful young woman among the five said worriedly, she usually has no fear in the face of the most murderous gods, but at this time, she was about to face a group of mafiosa, but her heart was beating wildly, and her hands were clenched into fists and raised in front of her chest.

The girl beside the glamorous young woman nodded in agreement.

At this time, the girl standing at the end yawned and urged nonchalantly, "T's so late. Let's not waste time. If we make a mistake, I'll take the consequences."

Windsor and the rest of the women looked at each other and smiled, we have been waiting for this sentence of yours.

"What's up?" Although the girl didn't realize it, she seemed to have sensed a hint from everyone's smiling faces.

"It's nothing." Windsor didn't give the girl a chance to think carefully, and kicked open the door of the shack, which was ostensibly just a bar, but was actually a gathering place for the international mafia.

Windsor smiled and said to the big men in the bar with fierce faces, "Put down your weapons. You're surrounded. ”

A hail of bullets.

···

Cairo, Egypt.

A dark-skinned girl was counting weapons donated by an organization like many of her companions, and the black cat named "Karen" crouching on the girl's shoulder yawned and mischievously slapped her tail on the head of the girl who had not been indifferent and allowed herself to mess with it.

Gatling didn't care about Karen's mischievous behavior, and crouched down to open a large wooden box in front of him, which was covered with a lot of hay at the bottom to prevent the goods from being damaged in the collision.

On top of the hay lay someone's coveted weapon, a brand-new Gatling gun, paired with tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition.

Gatlin's eyes sparkled at the blue sky, he never thought he would become the leader of the Pharaoh's Guard, and when he learned of the voting results of the remaining members, Gatlin could be said to be both surprised and worried, surprised that he had won the approval of most of his companions, and worried that he would not be able to do a good job of leading everyone.

“???? ????? ?? ???? ????? ???? (I will try to be as brave as you). Gatlin's tone was calm and firm.

···

In a classified area of Lincoln County in southern Nevada, there is an extremely large modern military base, known as Area 51, because of its mysterious and "forbidden area" characteristics that prohibit unrelated people from approaching, and it is also believed that it is closely related to "aliens".

But in fact, in the waters of the North Atlantic, there is also a similar area, and the scale and modernization of the bases in it are even more staggering, and they are close to the "future".

In front of a huge bulletproof glass mixed with special materials, stands a burly and tall white-haired old man, whose hands are always wearing a pair of ordinary white gloves, which makes people wonder what kind of secrets are hidden under the gloves.

The scene inside the bulletproof glass was terrifying, it was a thin body with little breath left, as if the blood had been drained, and it could only survive in the world.

The thin body was firmly imprisoned on a pitch-black cross, his body was pierced and entwined by countless pitch-black chains, and his hands were firmly nailed to the cross by two huge pitch-black nails, unable to move.

It's like the death of Jesus.

"Time will tell." The old man with a big white back gently stroked the dazzling blonde hair of the girl next to him, and his face was kind, "Drink it."

The girl relented, tilted her head and poured a bowl of golden liquid, her cold eyes revealing a beastly hunger.

The girl had two weapons hanging from her waist, and the wolf's head with golden patterns on the weapons seemed to be screaming.

···

Air base.

Dr. Q is still working hard in the laboratory, tinkering with the stacks of bottles and jars of different colored liquids on the table, and never stops experimenting with the development of modified serums.

The expected "poof" sound, Dr. Q wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, smiled helplessly, and comforted himself; "It's okay, it's okay, failure is the mother of success, I've accumulated so many mothers, I don't believe I can't give birth to you next time."

This is the 7,892nd time that Dr. Q has said this, and it is unprecedented to be able to repeat an experiment to such an extent.

"After so many repeated experiments, I can apply for a Nobel Prize." Dr. Q continued to exert his Ah Q spirit, and then laughed haha, if other people saw this fat old man with gray hair and bald hair and a gray face at this time, they would definitely think that he was crazy for experiments.

Dr. Q looked at the bottle of pink reagent on the table for a while, thought of the two little guys, and said worriedly: "I really didn't have enough manpower to send these two little guys who have just been promoted to the S rank to carry out this mission, I hope everything will go well." ”

"May the Lord bless, Amen." Dr. Q drew a cross in front of him.

···

Japan's Mitsubishi Heavy Industries.

On the wall at the front of the conference hall hangs a mysterious and eerie portrait.

At the bottom of the portrait are representatives from various cities and regions that have been gathered.

Today's meeting went very smoothly, but everyone could vaguely sense that the leader's mood seemed to be a little bad, as if he had experienced something sad and angry, but because the leader's temperament had changed greatly after the "bloody tragedy" two years ago, no one dared to ask about it, for fear of being innocently angered.

The old woman with a childish face who sat at the top waved her hand and motioned for everyone to leave on their own.

The crowd soon dispersed in an orderly manner.

"私の大業のために、隠忍を続けるしかないです (For my grand cause,I can only continue to forbear)···" The old woman secretly wiped the tears from her face and said through gritted teeth.

A few minutes later, the leader of the God Eater Order, the old woman, was still sitting upright, her index finger gently pressing her temple, a smile on her tired face.

"神と人の戦争? 共倒れになったら、漁夫の利を取るのはよくないですか (hum, war between gods and humans?) Wait until both sides lose, and then I will reap the benefits of the fisherman, isn't it)? ”