Bethune's eyes calmly looked at the sparkle that suddenly filled the entire sky.

The original twilight of the setting sun was baptized by hundreds of missiles, and its original lethargy faded into a warm and beautiful one.

The god held his slender palm high, as if it had been hit by some kind of blinding light.

The shock wave and missile fragments that were densely packed around the God's Portal were just rejected by the Zodiac God with a light stretch of his hand.

The miserable debris wailed, like birds of utter despair, falling from the sky. It seems to have converged into a lost meteor shower.

Around the still majestic portal of the gods, swooping down towards the earth that "feeds" them, and the crowd that has given them high hopes.

It could also be that the pampered child went out and was bullied, messing around trying to run back into the arms of adults.

An indescribable despair surged from the ground and spread in all directions. At the same time, from all directions, it surrounded everyone with a scream.

There was a brief silence for a few seconds on the Internet in Jiangbei.

Then one guy hilariously typed out a technical term in the game.

“GG”

The overwhelming scolding instantly filled this post that was the first to emerge after a brief period of opportunity.

"Where did you come from, kid, are you gloating here?"

"Tsk, I used to be a traitor, but now it's okay, this is probably a human traitor."

"If you want me to say, these people are stupid. Why do you have to open fire? What people said before is clear and clear, God is here to save the world and save the common people. ”

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!"

"Little boy, have you ever wondered what the title God means?"

"A little brat, I think you're a little brat."

"If only I had handed over those little ghosts who disturbed the first impression between people and gods earlier."

"People are gods, and they may not take care of children. But this missile washes the floor, hehe...... I really don't have a brain. ”

"it...... Missile fragments fell next to my house. ”

The hustle and bustle on the Internet gradually spreads into reality, and people on the street who are crowded into a certain shop to hide from some subconscious danger start arguing.

Missile fragments began to rush into homes, restaurants, and high-rise buildings with a ferocious aura.

Scattered fragments, crying crowds, the sky sky is like a heavenly soldier and a general.

Countless images are intertwined, and everyone looks at the sky with trembling eyes. Even dodging the sudden missile fragments, and then constantly praying.

Immortal... Buddha...... God......

Around Team 1110, there were already many people praying for something.

Farther away, there are many reporters carrying dazzling cameras.

The whole street, it seems, everyone is sitting on the same thing. Then all the voices gradually converged, as if it were a grand ......

Welcome ceremony.

Around the portal of the gods, gradually there were gods and servants who began to take steps and walked to the edge of the gate. Fu's dazzling white eyes overlooked the scenery on the earth, and there was no emotion on his face.

Perhaps it was deliberately done by the god in the sky, and those who fought outside the portal were all human-faced. The image that fully conforms to people's aesthetic standards invisibly gives many people a feeling of intimacy.

A feeling that "all are people", and good-looking people are never bad people.

How much more is it God who has already been "merciful" before?

Just like the fragments of missiles that had fallen from the sky before, the priests began to cross the gate one by one and swoop down to the ground. It's just that they seem to be held back by some force.

It's far inferior to the two they killed.

The hordes of gods descended slowly, as in cartoons. The noble and holy gods slowly fall into the world from the sky.

There were even quite a few gods, and suddenly a pair of snow-white wings were spread.

It completely fits the way people look in their hearts.

The shocking scene in front of them has caused a shock to people's hearts far more than the previous apocalyptic scene.

Or in some people's minds, it is actually a picture of the gods coming down to save mortals in the end of the world.

One by one, ordinary people looked at the debris of the missiles that were speeding by in the sky, and began to walk out of their homes and temporary shelters with great courage.

The head that has never been lowered has never been lowered, and the gods who dare not blink their eyes to look at the sky.

Then suddenly someone noticed that there was someone beside him who held his hands firmly and prayed reverently for some strange words. But it sounded reasonable, and it made my heart suddenly start to quiet.

But there were also people who put their hands on a small square box with a strange shape around their waists.

Although the number is small and small, their gaze is far more determined and decisive than that of ordinary people.

Even though the scattered prayers began to sound around him, no one stopped or made some radical moves.

They just gradually came out of the hidden corners, standing on the streets, in the parks, in the open spaces......

The portal of the gods has actually been slowly descending, and the boy standing at the highest place in the north of the river has actually felt that he can touch the portal of the gods that seems to be a bottomless pit as long as he jumps slightly.

"It's a shame I wasn't born a few years earlier."

The boy looked at the majestic scene in front of him with a look of loss.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be a pity, doesn't it let you catch up?"

Beside the boy, Jiang Cheng, who was hurrying back and forth, returned here.

"Uncle, you haven't left yet?"

"Why should I go?"

Jiang Cheng looked at the zodiac god expressionlessly. The wind that suddenly became fierce made Jiang Cheng's long hair dance wildly in the air, almost covering half of his face.

Only a pair of slightly cloudy eyes remained, staring at the world all the time.

"That's how you slipped away last time, uncle."

"But didn't there be no accident last time?"

"Then why did Uncle stay this time?"

The boy raised his head and tilted his head to look at the tall Jiang Cheng beside him. He wanted to grow up so he wouldn't have to look up at these guys all day.

"What did I say before?"

Jiang Cheng didn't look at the boy, but his voice was a little undulating.

"I forgot ......"

The boy spreads his hands.

"Then I'll say it again." Jiang Cheng put his hand on the boy's head, "But this time I want to tell the entire Jiangbei people." ”

The boy looked sad, but finally made a gesture to the sky.

"Whoever slays the gods, draw his sword!"

The sound of the north of the river is like a tide.

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