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"Shenzhen Iron!" Hanuman looked at the silver-white figure in front of him with the front half of the horse's body as the lower body, and thought that the subtle head of the horse between his legs was very funny, but he would not let his guard down, but the moment he saw this "made in heaven", he flicked his tail and drew a golden pillar carved with cloud patterns in the space.

Before Heaven had time to react, it was instantly bombarded by the golden pillar, and after Hanuman raised his tail, the time when the attack was brewing and sending out the final hit was completely wiped out! There are only two causes and effects left, the intent of the attack and the result of the attack, but there is no intermediate implementation process, which is also very awkward.

Cell walls are shattered, cell membranes are pierced, organelles are disintegrated, proteins are broken down, molecules are cut off, atoms are ionized, electrons are expelled – every cell made in Heaven is killed in an instant! Only a black charcoal ash was left in place, but not even a small grass buried under the charcoal ash was not injured.

But then, Hanuman once again felt a fierce mental quantum field coming from far away, entangled with the mental quantum field that had basically dissipated here, repaired it, then reassembled, and finally, the quantum entanglement effect opened the wormhole and instilled a large amount of energy.

Hanuman watched silently, a second ago it was still made of ashes and made in heaven, and in this second, it reverted to a familiar inch-headed black-skinned fruit man, and then the lower half of the fruit man's body raised a horse's head, and his skin became silvery, and finally changed into the appearance of the heaven made in the first place.

"Enrique Butch, Made in Heaven." Hanuman sneered, flicked his fingers, and there was a golden golden pillar carved with cloud patterns The appearance of the Divine Treasure Iron fell from the sky, completely killing the Heavenly Creation to the slag again, and then at the moment when the Mind Quantum Field that was transmitted over again appeared, Hanuman blew a breath and sent out another Divine Treasure Iron.

The mental quantum field is repulsed, defeated, broken! Then, through a brief contact, Hanuman sensed the master of this mental quantum field, Dagon! One of the Old Rulers, the High Priest and Servant of Cthulhu, the Dominator of the Half-Fishman Divers, and the Elder of the Giant Divers.

"Interesting, I didn't expect Butch to be a fake priest who was quite popular with Cthulhu, otherwise Dagon wouldn't have been so active in helping him survive." Hanuman felt the anger and confusion coming from the tumbling and dissipating mental quantum field, yawned nonchalantly, and slapped Enrique Buch's soul into the Lethe River.

"My dear friend... Before Butch was completely banished and left this world, his soul let out a sigh, full of worry for Dio, who had not yet fully resurrected and awakened, and lamentation for his own powerlessness.

Repelling the last blocker, Hanuman slowly floated into the warehouse "down-to-earth" and saw the man with the perfect body of King David's toned and manly body with the golden ratio - Dio Brando! He stood there silently, with a pair of terrible red pupils filled with evil and arrogance, and there was only an unknown void at this time.

"Friend, can you take a step to speak?" Just as Hanuman was about to make a move, a tall, thin black man with a hearty, subtle smile shining with white light appeared in front of him, blocking his vision and spoke, using the strange power contained in words to eliminate Hanuman's intention to attack—otherwise, Hanuman would most likely ignore the black man in front of him, and even he and Dior would be beaten to ashes.

Hanuman looked at the black man in a neat suit with a familiar look, and asked with some confusion, "Oba... No, you have a high-dimensional message unique to the evil god! You are the ruler of the old days! Looking at your image, I think, you are one of the incarnations of Nyaratotip, right? ”

"That's right, that's right, I'm the Creeping Chaos, Nyaratotip! Of course, you can call me now, Mistabara cough, cough cough! Well, it's okay to call me Nyaratotip! Dear Strong! "Oba ... No, Nyaratotip smiled and nodded.

"So, why are you stopping me here?" Hanuman frowned, his gaze locked on the tall, thin black man with a very hearty and dazzling smile, "Let me guess that Dio will become a vampire in the first place, and you provided the method!" He'll learn about the Old Dominators, and you'll provide you with the information! And he will know how to make himself a god and usurp the power of Shaugonar Fagern, and the plan is also provided by you! Therefore, the entangled fate of Dior and the Joestar family was also contributed by you, right? ”

"No, no, no, you've wronged me," Nyaratotip shrugged and swayed so that Hanuman could see Dio's body clearly, "I just accidentally lost a mask of my own making, and this mask just has a strange mechanism that pops out poison needles when it sucks blood." This little guy will become a vampire, not that he wants to be a vampire himself. ”

"As for him to know about us, and to know how to usurp the power of that Ganesha, it's all because this kid is superhuman in intelligence and incredibly ambitious! I just happened to be secretly observing this child, and I lost the book I was looking at in my hand in the university where he was studying, and the old house of the Joestar family, and then he found it and understood it very coincidentally! ”

"The rest, it's all about me!" As soon as Nyaratotip turned, she changed her form into a petite girl with long, straight silver hair and a dull hair on the top of her head, and as it swirled, the skirt of the sailor's suit fluttered, revealing an alluring absolute realm.

"Pull-" Hanuman stretched out a hand, the space collapsed in his palm, and the strong gravitational pull instantly sucked Nayarathotep in front of him, and then Hanuman grabbed her face fiercely, and then held it up in midair.

"Aren't they all the same? Wouldn't it be nice to say that you did it? Hanuman and Nyaratotipura's big emerald eyes looked at each other, and a wild sneer appeared on the corners of their mouths.

"However, the author can't count the words!"

"Huh?"

"Oops! Just kidding! Forget what I said! ”

"Uh-huh?!。。。" ...