Kane hadn't broken his promise, and his yellow, thin, skinny right hand had indeed clenched the caterpillar-like necromantic maggot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The necromantic maggot, which made Seraphim Miller miserable, was like a harmless ordinary insect in Kane's hands, powerless to resist. But his next action made Miller furious and frightened.

Kane's hand holding the necromantic maggot penetrated Miller's skin and into his body.

Sure enough, as the Viper Lord Alan said, under the influence of the necromantic maggot, Miller's skin with an exceptionally strong physique was easily punctured like the tofu sold in the market.

A stream of heat came from Kane's fingertips, and the vast and endless divine power came from that heat, and an unquestionable voice suddenly appeared in his brain.

"Child, this is Godhead, take it!" Kane didn't know where the voice from the depths of the sea of consciousness came from, but he couldn't refute it, and he couldn't afford the slightest thought of resisting, his five fingers loosened and tightened, and he pulled outward, and a palm-sized, shield-shaped milky white crystal was taken out by him.

Is this Godhead?

Kane looked curiously at the warm crystal in his hand, and seemed to see countless looming threads radiating from the crystal, stretching towards the endless night sky and earth. One by one, mysterious characters breathing the breath of supreme divine breath poured out of the crystals and fell silent, as if thousands of elves who had never been born were rolling excitedly.

"Hmm-" Miller snorted, and as the Godhead departed, his whole body paused, like a deflated balloon, "You damned, cursed people of original sin, how dare you break your oath,"

With the godhead out of his body and the wreak havoc of necromantic maggots, Miller's divine power has gone nine times out of ten.

But even so, the remaining divine power is beyond Kane's strength.

"I didn't break my oath. Kane's left hand swept quickly over his right hand, and he pinched the necromantic maggot the size of his index finger between his left index finger and thumb, "Besides, I didn't promise not to take your godhead." ”

"Hahaha-" Eren laughed wildly, his voice full of sarcasm at Miller, "How does it feel to be my great, wise, holy six-winged angel Mistress Miller, to be put on the table by what you call the people of original sin?"

According to the oath, Kane only needs to take the necromantic maggots, and Miller will fulfill his promise to use divine power to save the thousands of petrified residents of the small town of Trist.

"Filthy humans, disgusting maggots, even if my strength is greatly reduced at this time, it is not much more difficult to kill you without crushing a bed bug. "Miller, the third-level god who used to be high up and made the gods of the world prostrate and fearful, look no better than a shrew who scolds the streets.

"I believe it. Kane slowly stepped back, his eyes flickering with a crazy green light like a ferocious little beast, "Then you won't be able to do that until you've saved the thousands of townspeople!"

Miller's eyes flashed with a hint of struggle, and he struggled to stand up, floating into the air, his eyes full of murderous intent.

At this time, Miller has long lost his previous invincible and arrogant appearance. Four of the six angel wings that had been shining with milky white brilliance withered, and the remaining two also faintly flashed a faint grayish-brown color.

The gods who have lost their godhead are not much stronger than ordinary archangels, and the strength of Miller at this time is comparable to that of the Viper Lord Allen in his heyday.

"And let me fulfill my oath before I crush the bones of your ant-like human. Miller's tone was disdainful, but the sense of helplessness was palpable.

Gods, noble and noble, cautious, no hatred, aversion to killing.

At this time, Miller, who was angry and murderous, still had a little dignity and nobility, and had lost his dusty godhead, and Miller was gradually drifting away on the road of no return to depravity.

Divine power gushed out from Miller's chest, and the dazzling light radiated like the scorching sun at noon. The thousands of humanoid stone statues in the small town of Triste under the Holy Gate are like ice exposed to the hot sun, quietly melting, and vitality is being restored.

The first to wake up was Father Ada, who looked fixedly at Miller in mid-air, his eyes changing from confusion to horror to fanatical admiration. Then he remembered something, and fell to his knees, whispering the teachings of the Light Bible, his stiff spine trembling with excitement and fear.

This is a miracle, and any mortal gaze is disrespectful to the gods, blasphemy against the gods.

As Father Ida fell to his knees, the four Holy Cult soldiers and thousands of townspeople fell to their knees in his imitation, not daring to look directly at the light of God.

Except for the girl tied to the campfire, Kane's sister, who looked around worriedly, looking for Kane's whereabouts.

In the face of the threat of death, this fragile girl still remembers the safety of her only dearest, her brother Kane.

At this time, Kane held the necromantic maggot in his left hand, and the godhead of Miller in his right hand slowly retreated behind the viper lord Alan, as if he could feel a trace of safety there.

"Hey, don't be afraid, little one. Alan winked at Miller, who had retreated behind him, and whispered, "I really didn't expect that your immature body actually hides the heart of a powerful abyss demon, and your lies and treachery, even if the abyss demon who specializes in deception and cunning comes to you, you will be impressed by it." ”

For Alan, who comes from the dark world, this is a great compliment.

"I still have a killing move left, and after killing this self-righteous Bird of Paradise, the deal between the two of us will still work!" Alan seemed to have seen the Dark Demon God waving at him with the Spear of Victory held high, and immediately ignored the divine power raging in his body, and gathered the power of darkness to find an opportunity, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Miller.

The brilliance of Miller's body floating in mid-air gradually faded, and the fluctuations of divine power slowly subsided.

Miller, who was even more aggrieved than before, had a faint killing intent on his face: "Human, hand over the godhead, and then die!"

It is far more difficult to create than to destroy.

In his heyday, it would be a little more than a struggle for Miller to awaken the thousands of townspeople who had been killed by demons with divine power.

can be hit hard by the necromantic maggot first, deprived of Godhead by Allen, and rescued thousands of humans with the purest divine power, Miller at this time is already at the end of the crossbow, which is better than the oil lamp extinguished.

"I'll give you a mallet. Miller was answered by a scolding from Allen, and a ball of energy that was fired from the power of Allen's death.

"You—" Miller exclaimed, but before he could say anything more, he was blown away by Miller's sudden attack, and the only thing that awaited the former god was eternal destruction.

"Quick, give me the Godhead!" Alan was no better at this time.

Having lost the power of death, he has begun to be unable to suppress the raging divine power.