Looking at the copper metal fence, Rosie suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but laugh softly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He remembered playing games when he was a child, and those earth-shattering heroes were always blocked by a small rock, or an ordinary little grass. These inconspicuous things, at that moment the gods possess the body, forcing the powerful protagonist to take his daughters-in-law to embark on an earth-shattering detour.

If those heroes were standing here at the moment, would they have torn down a section of the wall in a maddening way, or would they have simply leveled the castle-like village?

Unfortunately, I'm not a hero.

Rossi didn't make any moves, the scream was followed by a screeching twisting sound as the metal was torn, and the copper metal fence was torn open enough for people to pass through. Rosie lifted the hem of her robe and stepped inside.

This foot stepped on the earth, and the contact at that moment vividly presented the two worlds to Rossi's eyes.

One side is full of sunshine and the breath of life, even if there is only the sound of the wind in the ears, but the joy of the growth of all things is floating in the air. On the other hand, there is only silence, a dead silence. There was no sound, no breath of life, the world was gray, and the oppressive atmosphere was breathless.

Rosie smiled faintly and stepped over with another kick.

The breath of light exploded in an instant, dispelling the gray mist that was invisible to mortals, allowing the sunlight to shine in, and the entire castle seemed to be reborn.

In the square in the very center of the castle, a shadow hissed and let out a cracked roar. This shadow constantly drives darkness and gray fog to block out the sunlight and churn.

Eventually, the shadow condensed into a human form. He was dressed in a black robe, the hem of which dragged long on the floor, the hood covering most of his face, revealing only a long, pointed and pale chin, and his hands clasped together against a long sword. Several skulls had lost their flesh, leaving only the white color of the forest scattered at his feet. Suddenly a few dark clouds appeared in the sky, obscuring the sun and casting shadows around him.

A pair of bleak red eyes suddenly appeared on the face covered by the hood, and bloodshot streaks swelled and clinged to the eyeballs, and the eyeballs rolled slightly, as if adjusting the focus, and finally this gaze fell on Rossi's body.

He bowed his head slightly, to show his respect for the powerful aura that overflowed around Rossi's body, "Respected powerhouse, may I ask what you are here for?"

Suddenly, a crow landed on his shoulder, and the pitch-black feathers were not a single variegated color, and the black seemed to be able to swallow even the light. The blood-red little eyeballs shone with an inexplicable brilliance, staring at Rosie tightly.

Rossi looked around, and in a short time, the lively village was in a state of decay, with broken rubble scattered under the broken rubble, some houses had collapsed half of their walls, and dust was everywhere, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

"I heard there's a Deadpool here, so I'm here to see if there's anything I can do to help. ”

"Oh, Deadpool, do you mean me?", a disdainful chuckle hung on the corner of the man's mouth, and a stream of black gas rose from the soles of his feet, these black gases were a little weird, and in the process of rising, they continued to conjure up frightened human faces, which just condensed and quickly dissipated, and the cycle continued. They opened their mouths wide and roared or roared, but there was not a sound in sight.

The black gas filled around him, and he asked, "What are you going to do if there's Deadpool here?"

Rosie did not hesitate, "Dispel evil, protect goodness, and let light envelop here forever!"

The man actually nodded, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Yes, yes, that's so good, many people have said so to me, but alas, they can't do it!", and he drew the long sword stuck in the ground, an ordinary long sword. He suddenly puffed up his chest and inhaled violently, and the black gas around him made a howling sound, and he inhaled it all into his nostrils. Twisted black runes crept out from under his bare neckline as if they were alive, covering his chin and perhaps his face.

He raised his sword, and suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a scarlet, extremely narrow tongue, wrapped in the sword, and licked it inch by inch. Where he licked, faces appeared that were either frightened or grieved. These faces were like living creatures, screaming and wailing incessantly. Several of the faces spotted Rosie, and they actually showed jealous looks, as if they hated why Rosie was alive, and they had all become like this.

Kill him!

The phrases "Kill him" echoed like a spell over the village, either high or low. If it is an ordinary person, or a weaker hero, just hearing this voice, will lose fighting spirit, become drowsy, and unable to concentrate.

Rosie smiled faintly, and the evil spell was directly cast, and a translucent lotus flower wrapped in milky white fluorescent flowers slowly rose from under his feet, blooming one by one, tightly surrounding him in the middle. Some black threads that were hard to see with the naked eye screamed and ignited.

The man, Deadpool, smirked and shook his saliva-covered sword and said in a strange tone, "It's amazing, it's the first time I've seen a mortal who can escape the effects of fear." Who are you? a demigod, or a servant of life or the sun god?"

These are the gods who are the most antagonistic to the god of the underworld, and they are also his eternal opponents. As a servant of the god of the gods, Deadpool's greatest job is to harvest souls, and then torture these souls to the gods of the dead to please them. The god of the dead is in charge of the world of the dead, lifeless, and he needs to find other ways to please himself, to make himself a little refreshed, not lethargic.

The god of the underworld is a very special deity, some people think that he is the only god in the world who rules over the dead, but others believe that there are many gods of the underworld. All kinds of theories are full of speculation and fear of the god of the underworld, and everyone is afraid of this god. Worship Him, and there will be no more to gain than to bring death to yourself.

Rosie didn't say a word, the middle finger of his left hand pressed against the finger of his thumb, and he said "light" lightly, and a ball of light rose from the top of his head, and the dazzling light was like a sharp sword, piercing the shadows and piercing the darkness.

Deadpool was slightly stunned, the sorrow in his hand slashed violently, and slashed down hard, the sharp tip of the sword tore through the space, and countless terrible souls erupted from the void in an instant, and pounced on Rossi one after another.

The glow from the orb of light continued to dissolve the undead, but some of them still pounced around him, but unfortunately they were blocked by the evil spirit.

Evil warding spells are often used to weaken elemental spells, and many people don't even know that evil warding spells have a special bonus to the undead. In the last world, the mages of the undead were beaten as early as the early days of the establishment of the Holy Light Church, and they were unable to take care of themselves, and gradually disappeared into the years. And in this world, Deadpool and Pluto are not overt gods, they rarely appear in people's eyes. So much so that many apostles don't understand why this magic is called evil magic, not something like weakening.

At this moment, the magic of warding off evil shows its due power. No matter how these undead roared and shouted, no matter how they attacked, the light shield displayed by the evil magic was unmoving, and these undead spirits could not break the protection of the evil magic in the slightest, allowing them to exert their own attacks in every way.

Deadpool was stunned again, this was the first time he had seen such a situation, no matter what kind of god servant, or even a demigod, what he was most afraid of was the attack of the revenant. Because these revenants have no physical body, whether it is physical damage or magical damage, their effect on the revenants is extremely limited. Only those who are truly strong enough to inflict spatial concussions with the simplest attacks can effectively stop the attacks of the revenants.

As for trying to destroy these revenants, it can only be said that it is very difficult, unless it is to send them into the void.

Unhurried, Rosie grabbed the cross on his chest and tossed it hard and threw it into the air. The crystal cross suddenly bloomed with a dazzling halo, and the souls of the dead melted rapidly like ice and snow in the high temperature, and finally turned into a puff of black smoke, disappearing without a trace.

It was an unequal contest, and the Light completely restrained the power of the dead.

The first time Deadpool saw this kind of power, he was not discouraged, and once again used Fear to tear the space apart, a huge white bone palm broke the space, and slapped Rosie from the void fiercely.

Rosie raised his hand, palm facing outward, and in a gesture of refusal, he cast a high-level divine technique, Holy Wrath!

In the Divine Arts, Holy Wrath belongs to the divine art that can only be used by the god level, and it is an upgraded version of the low-level divine magic Holy Light Technique, which combines the divine wrath with the pure holy fire and turns into a pure white flame, which instantly spreads around with the caster as the center. This flame is harmless to all living beings, and can even be said to be ineffective, but it is extremely lethal to unclean things.

Especially the power of the dead, the damage can even be doubled!

The next moment, the white flames and the white bones collided.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no blinding colors, not even any movement.

The moment the white flame touched the white bone, it was like the flame met gasoline, and in an instant, the entire white bone burned, silently, and in less than ten seconds, only a bone residue remained.

Deadpool's pale jaw, covered with black runes, suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of blood erupted from his mouth. A bone spur from the void plunged straight into his chest. The bone spur was like a straw, constantly agitating, and a large amount of blood was drawn from Deadpool's chest. It seemed that someone on the other side of the void was finally satisfied, and the bone spurs shattered into pieces with a clatter, and the void healed.

Deadpool clutched his chest that began to bleed, and glared at Rosie viciously, the whole person was like a deflated ball, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a thin layer of human skin left. The crow on his shoulder fell from the sky, grabbing the human skin and quickly disappearing into the sky.

Rosie only realized at this time that the crow was the body of Deadpool.

A ruling spear quickly condensed into shape, and Rossi aimed it in the direction of the crow's departure, and threw it hard. The spear of judgment passed through the crystal cross, hooked the chain of the cross, and disappeared into the sky in extreme time.

In the extreme distance, the crow that was slowly releasing its full flight speed had just landed on a tree, and before it could pick up the human skin in its claws, it was pierced by the Holy Spear of Judgment in an instant, and it was nailed to the ground.

A glowing cross landed on the crow's body, and the crow let out a terrible wail that lasted for a long, long time......