Ange stepped back, leaving the space for him for the first time.

He retreated to his previous position and stood at the entrance, the lava-like golden boy looking at the woman who had suddenly appeared with a solemn expression.

Trickling blood dripped down the ground along the cracked wound on his arm.

But as if he didn't feel the pain, he clenched the folding knife harder and harder.

At the same time, patches of fine scales emerged from under his skin, covering his exterior.

The tendons and bones in his body were tightened like steel bars at this moment, full of terrifying explosive power.

Three Degrees of Blood!

Ange under the third-degree storm blood is like covering a layer of exoskeleton, which looks extremely hideous.

Breaking free from the edge of Ange's deadly folding knife, α did not have the slightest joy, but was covered in cold sweat.

Facing the woman who appeared in front of Meyer, α, β the four of them, there was only awe and fear in their hearts.

If they had known that there was a certain god standing behind the Rothschild family, they would not have cooperated with Rothschild at all!

Because now, they are no longer qualified to cooperate with Rothschild.

Mortals can never stand in the same position as the gods.

The gaze of the god who appeared fell on α few people, and α few of them felt the weight of the god's gaze for the first time.

This weight was so obvious that it fell on their bodies like a mountain, so that their already old bodies became more and more awkward, and finally couldn't help but crawl on the ground.

When mortals meet the gods, they must prostrate themselves to show their reverence for the gods.

Then, the god's gaze fell from the old man of the Gattuso family to Ange.

In the face of the god's gaze, the vengeful old man stopped his spine, and a cold voice came out of his mouth, "Don't confuse me with those filthy and filthy rats who are greedy for life and fear of death. ”

"The dragon king I've seen is not inferior to you!"

"Humble humanity." The gods don't seem to care about what humans think, and they don't care about human attachments.

She didn't like the person in front of her, so she swiped lightly towards Ange.

The elements of heaven and earth were mobilized at this moment, and a scarlet crescent moon seemed to be abruptly woven out, and the moment it appeared, it surrounded Ange in the middle.

Subsequently, the sides of the crescent, in a rapid closure.

Ange didn't know what would happen when the crescent moon closed into a ring, and he didn't want to experience it.

Time zero on.

As far as his eye could see, everything slowed down.

The scales on his body closed and spewed out scorching hot gas, and the surging dragon blood increased his body's abilities by dozens of times.

The folding knife in his hand swung out a cold light and slashed directly at the crescent moon.

Suddenly, the terrifying power erupted in the slash, and the scales on Ange's arms exploded one after another, and the hot blood continued to splatter.

But the attack from the gods was also cut out by him.

Ange was out of range from the breach.

Ange dodged her attack, apparently taking the god by surprise.

Her gaze quickly fell on Ange's folding knife.

"I see." The obscure and ancient language rang out, and the curiosity she had just raised dissipated.

At the same time, the thin layer of mist that shrouded her face suddenly lit up with a bright light like the sun.

The light was too dazzling, too majestic, to be looked at.

The solemn words of the ancient Ao were then sung from her mouth, "I say, your future will be before my eyes." ”

As a result, a golden silk thread appeared on Ange's body.

The thread stretched like a finely woven golden thread from Ange's mind to the void.

The golden thread was so conspicuous in the dark castle, but it felt unreal.

Seeing the dotted line like a golden thread, Ange Tongkong shrank slightly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the future was boundless.

It seems that something terrible is about to happen.

He tried to distance himself from the dragon king.

However, no matter how far he was from this dragon king, that virtual golden wire was like a fixed position in the void all the time, and there was no concept of distance.

"I say, time will bury it, and your future will be cut off in it." The majestic old language sounded again.

And so, the golden thread that stretched out from Ange's body immediately tightened.

And Ange's constantly retreating body couldn't move again at this moment.

Ange could even feel the pain in his head.

The space fluctuated slightly, and the other party was like a virtuous wife, slowly picking up a pair of scissors.

The scissors seemed to be made of pure gold, and they were engraved with dense tiny words.

She took the scissors and aimed them at the golden threads that stretched out of Ange's body.

"Poetry?" Ange's hole kept enlarged, and he struggled hard, but it was useless.

In the face of the powerlessness of the first generation, it swept up again.

Even if he is already in a state of third-degree violent blood, even if he is in a half-blood, he is unique.

But he's not a dragon after all.

In "Norse Mythology", Scotti, one of the three goddesses of fate, has the ability to judge the future and cut the future.

This kind of ability is extremely weird, and it is no longer even in the category of words and spirits, and it involves the level of rules.

The spirit of speech is only a superficial manifestation of the rules.

The person in front of her is obviously the poet who has touched the rules!

Her identity is extremely special, and humans have not known about her until now.

"I said, fate cannot be manipulated, and the future cannot be judged." Just as Scotti's scissors were aimed at Anges' destiny line, which symbolized the future, a cold voice seemed to descend from the sky.

It seems that the owner of this voice is the real god.

As the voice fell, Ange's manifest thread of destiny, a symbol of the future, disappeared into the void the moment before the scissors of Scotti closed.

This sudden scene shocked everyone.

Who can interfere with Sycotti, one of the three goddesses of fate?

Everyone looked up, and saw that behind Ange, a woman wearing a moon-white priest's robe seemed to have walked from the illusion to reality, crossed Ange, and came to everyone.

Like a waterfall, her long silver hair fell down her hips like swaying stars.

Her delicate and flawless face was so cold, like a snow-capped mountain in the distance.

Her childlike holes were so clear, so clear that it made people feel that in her eyes, there was no one present at all.

At this moment, she is arrogant, and even more so.

"It's you!" Shi Kodi, who was originally unfazed, finally had a wave in her eyes the moment she saw this woman.