Sometimes life is really helpless.

As Hetra's fists grew heavier and heavier, the more he struck, the more he struck, finally broke through the golden shield and landed a punch in Gucius's face. The muscles on his face were beaten high, his facial features were out of place, and a mouthful of golden blood spurted out of his unclosed mouth. The blood sprayed all over Haitra's face, making him even more hideous.

Life is also tragic sometimes, at least Gusius wanted to blow himself up, but was pulled back by Rossi.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't find this feeling, and the tears seemed to be swirling in the tear glands, but they couldn't come out.

Hetra's punches were fast and heavy, hitting Gucius like they were on rag pockets. Again and again, thumping and banging on the sandbag was the kind of muffled sound of punching to the flesh. The body of the god is very strong, and the divine power will always nourish the body and make the body more resolute, but Guseus hopes that he can be weaker at this time, so that he does not need to suffer anything.

Hetra kicked directly on Gucius's lower abdomen, kicking his divine source power for a while, and the whole person was backwards, if it wasn't for his hair being grabbed by Hitra, maybe he would have flown upside down. Hetra grabbed him by the hair and slapped him down with a thud, knocking him to the ground with a thud. The arm violently exerted force, the waist turned, the front changed back, and with a hard blow, Gucius drew a semicircle in the air, and was once again pinched to the ground.

He still wanted to struggle, trying to get up with his hands and feet, and Hetra threw a whip leg on his head. His head was kicked and slammed, and uncontrolled saliva and blood spilled all over the ground, and the gold was shining with a strange beauty.

His swollen eyelids struggled to open, and he glanced at Hytra with a sneer and mockery in his eyes. Look, you are so powerful, you only dare to set such a trap in such a place, and you don't dare to face me head-on in the lake. That's exactly what he thought in his heart, without water, his abilities would be almost useless. He is the god of the sea, not the god of the earth, nor the god of war, and his abilities need a medium to unfold.

Without these mediums, he would be really weak.

Gucius' mocking eyes pierced into Hetra's heart, making him even more manic. He jerked his foot up and slammed it down against Gucius's head. With a pop, Gucius's head sank slightly into the earth. He couldn't die if he wanted to, he couldn't live if he wanted to, so he could only continue to hurt Haitra with his eyes at the last moment of his life.

One time......

Double-click......

Gucius's head had been trampled into the ground, and from the outside it was barely fully shaped, except for an old nightpot that looked like a broken pot, full of holes.

Hetra raised her arm and wiped the splattered blood from her face, spat it out, half-squatting, her fingers spread, and thrust into Gucius's vest, stirring and grabbing it vigorously, bringing out an irregular piece of golden light.

This thing is the Godhead, which dwells in the chest of the god.

Rosie also thought that Haitra would absorb this godhead into his body, after all, the main godhead level was far more advanced than his current secondary godhead in terms of the increase in the output of divine source power. The Godhead is a very peculiar thing, similar to a stabilizer, which can play a role in reconciling the large-scale output of divine power. It is also like an amplification device, which can exert the effect of divine source power to the limit. But it is also a symbol of identity and status, which contains too many things, such as the recognition of the laws of the universe, such as deepening the perception of external forces.

It can be said that the Godhead is a very special thing, and no one can imagine what this thing is useful until they get it.

Losing his godhead, Gucius looked weak, and Hetra pulled his head out of the hole and held him up in front of him by the neck. He held the bloody Godhead in his other hand, "You think I really want to merge your Godhead? You're wrong!"

He actually put the godhead of Gucius in his mouth and bit it down with all his might.

There was a crisp click, and the godhead cracked.

He chewed like a crispy bone slag, biting and swallowing it three times by two. This was not one of the ways to fuse the Godhead, he did it purely to continue to fight Gucius.

What a wayward guy!

Hetra's eyes were filled with a dead silence, a gray despair. The look was extraordinarily hollow, as if the soul had left his body, and all he was left with was a body that could breathe.

A green tentacle plunged straight into Gucius's lower abdomen, and the majestic divine power was withdrawn little by little by Haitra. He glanced over at Rosie, "Give him a healing spell, I'll have to keep him alive." ”

A ray of light in Rossi's hand shot directly through Gucius's head, and he shook his head slightly, "Forget it......"

Hetra frowned, laughed a few times, and tossed the corpse aside like trash. He clapped his hands, dissolved the divine source power on his body, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it. He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole sky, "I suddenly found that the world is really beautiful!"

His eyes were shining fiercely, staring at Rosie, but Rosie didn't care, he said, "You want to fight me?"

Hetra nodded, "You're amazing, better than I thought, I'm looking forward to it." ”

Rosie smiled indifferently, "You can't beat me." ”

"How do you know I can't beat you if I didn't beat you?"

Hetra is a very contradictory person, and Rosie also realized that he is not afraid of Hetra, but he is not willing to do some useless work, "As long as I don't want to die, I will never die." Even if there is a fight, even if you are stronger than me, it is only me who will win in the end. If you don't do your best, it's better not to fight. When you think you have the ability to completely destroy me in a very short period of time, you come to me. ”

Hetra's smile was full of evil, and his answer was a hard punch.

The fists of the two met in the air, and Haitra flew upside down, and at this time he had already contracted back the divine source power, using the power of the flesh. But no matter how strong his flesh is, how can he be stronger than Rosie? Rosie is a guy who can become stronger just by eating meat!

"That's amazing!", Hetra laughed instead, patted his ass and got up, he walked up to Rossi affectionately, and put his arm around his shoulder, "Let's go, let's drink!"

"I haven't taken anything yet!", Rossi smiled helplessly, walked over to Gucius and crouched down, and ripped a string of bloody earrings from his ear. He was suddenly puzzled, and took out a palm-sized golden stick from Gucius's arms, and stuffed it into his arms.

......

"That's it, Gucius is finished. Sitting in a luxurious chair, sipping wine and enjoying the maid's massage, Julius narrated everything to Mira beside him.

Mira gasped.

The legend of the God Butcher has a long history, and there are at least many events that can be traced back to it over the past tens of thousands of years. The god slayers in these stories are often aimed at those secondary gods and subordinate gods, and it seems that there have not been a few times when the battle is directly aimed at the main god level like this. Even if Guseus couldn't use his abilities, he was a presiding god after all, a powerful god that was sacrosanct and inviolable.

This god can only be looked up to by mortals, but such an existence that people can look up to has now become food for wild beasts to compete for.

Kulius was also a little uncomfortable in his heart, "Haitra is too powerful, if he can be promoted to the middle or upper god, I am not his opponent, his ability is very special, and his fighting style is also very brutal." Rossi's abilities are also very special, and even now, I am not necessarily his opponent. You didn't see it with your own eyes, Gucius was really miserable, he couldn't even blow himself up, and he was blown up by Haitra like this. ”

Mira nodded with a heavy heart, he thought about much more than that.

As long as Rossi doesn't die, it's hard to get the huge returns he imagined for his speculation.