Blood.

It was the blood of God.

The eyes of the eternal scorching sun were filled with intense anger and horror, his eyes flickering rapidly, and his body stood motionless on the ground like a stiff statue, allowing drops of red blood to roll down in the center of his forehead, into his eyes, and over his cheeks.

Until now, the eternal scorching sun will not forget that scarlet light.

Through the eyes of the doppelganger, it went straight to the center of his eyebrows.

The fierceness displayed at that moment reminded the Eternal Sun of the biggest and most terrifying nightmare in his mind, and it was something that he could never forget until now, even if his strength continued to improve and he took the position of the six gods.

The woman.

The Lord of Storms fears the Lord of Destruction the most.

But, the eternal scorching sun is different.

Although the Eternal Blazing Sun also shocked the powerful strength of the Lord of Destruction, in the heart of the Eternal Blazing Sun, there was one person who was even more terrifying, and that was the existence that the Eternal Blazing Sun would never have the confidence to defeat.

I can't forget that day, the woman's voice suddenly sounded in my ears, mocking the power she possessed, as weak as an ant.

In the heart of the indignation, the eternal scorching sun appeared in the place that the woman said, and then ...... One move...... With just one move, he was a complete failure.

No, not even a single move, to be exact.

The woman didn't even move at all, she just released her own breath, and the strong tsunami-like pressure already made him unable to move, like falling into an ice cave, like facing an abyss.

Suddenly, the eternal scorching sun even suspected that he had a delusion, as if what appeared in front of him was not a charming woman, but the most terrifying demon in the world.

His body could only tremble in front of the woman, and even his legs could no longer support his body, and he knelt on the ground.

At that moment, Eternal Sun finally understood what power the true powerhouses of this world had.

He couldn't even raise the courage to fight, although he told himself countless times in his heart for 27,000 years that he was no less inferior to that woman now, no, stronger than that woman, that woman dared to appear in front of him again, and she would definitely be able to easily pinch that woman's neck.

But the eternal scorching sun knows very well that the thoughts in my heart are just fear.

But wasn't that woman dead 27,000 years ago?

Why could you still feel the breath of that woman on the spear that was thrown at you?

The self-righteous and strong had all been crushed to pieces the moment he sensed that woman's breath, and it was not until this moment that the eternal scorching sun understood how afraid he was of that woman in his heart.

At this moment, there is no more obstruction from the little *** of Faos, if the deity does not leave, the Lord of the Storm will really die in the hands of Roger, but the body of the eternal scorching sun is stiff in place, and there is no movement at all.

It's on the other side.

The soul of the Lord of the Storm and Roger stand facing each other.

Roshan's body was prostrate on the ground, only tentacles squirming slightly, and Roshan opened a pair of eyes, staring at the soul of the Storm Lord in front of him.

The Storm Lord's soul is almost translucent.

Any powerful being can see that this war is over, and the soul of the Storm Lord is long gone.

It seems that even a gust of wind can easily blow away the soul of the Storm Lord.

"Lord of Destruction?" A tentacle scratched his Roshan-like head, and a face full of puzzled expressions even appeared on Roshan: "When did I have such an ugly nickname?"

"Destruction? What have I destroyed?"

The Lord of the Storm, who had long been at the end of the crossbow, had somewhat regained his sanity because of the return to light, and after a few squirms, the soul actually recondensed into the appearance of the Lord of the Storm.

On that face, there was even some mockery

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"Thirty thousand years ago, how many people did you kill that you didn't have any points in your heart?" The Storm Lord's voice was tinged with some flirtatiousness.

As if he knew he was about to die, the Lord of the Storm no longer had the slightest concern.

"30,000 years ago?"

Roger was even more strange, scratching his tentacles on his head: "Thirty thousand years ago, although my personality was a little irritable, it seems that I didn't kill a few people, that is, dozens of dragons, hundreds of elves, hundreds of evil spirits, plus a bunch of believers in your religion."

The Storm Lord's soul body trembled a little, and he seemed a little helpless.

This guy really doesn't have any self-knowledge.

Dozens of dragons? Just because a dragon took you as a prey, you directly killed someone's hometown and destroyed the Dragon Valley and the Dragon Cemetery.

Do you know how many dragon eggs have been smashed to pieces by the collapsed Dragon Valley because of you?

Do you know how hard it is for the dragon clan to give birth to a dragon egg?

It can be said unceremoniously that the weakening of the dragon clan starts with you.

Hundreds of elves?

I don't know who it was at the beginning, just because the elves forbade you to enter the elven forest and scolded you for being rude, you almost knocked down the elf mother tree and drained the elf mother spring.

I don't know who it is, just because the whispers of disgusting evil spirits are too noisy, they directly set off fireworks in the starry sky to sweep away all the evil spirits around you.

As a result, all the evil spirits who have no reason will know the name of your Lord of Destruction, and all the evil spirits will turn away from you wherever you appear.

As for the believers?

How many are that?

That's millions, tens of millions.

Thousands of strongholds, hundreds of branches, twelve branches, and the only headquarters were all planted with mushrooms by this guy, and the believers who had been recruited with great difficulty all disappeared under the fire and impact.

How many people are this called?

"Why do you keep targeting me...... Against us?" Hoarse, the Lord of the Storm asked in a deep voice.

Until now, the Lord of the Storm had not understood what had offended the Evil Star, who had been following him like a hyena, clenching on. ap.

Even the head of his sect deity was plucked off by this man's own hands, giving the Lord of the Storm a taste of death.

Roger's eyes widened suddenly, he didn't expect the Lord of the Storm to ask such a question.

There was a moment of silence.

It was only after a long time had passed that Roger slowly spoke, "Praise the sun, but your prayers?"

"Yes."

"Bone armor, but your outfit?"

"Yes."

"In that case, then you didn't find the wrong person, do you remember the Ballett family? Why did you slaughter my house and burn my territory 30,000 years ago?"

"In the entire territory, there are 674 people, and not a single one is alive, and now you are still asking why I keep chasing you?" Roger's voice grew colder.

The tragedy of 30,000 years ago, every time I think of it, Roger's chest is filled with anger and fire.

"House Ballet?" The Storm Lord's soul seemed to be a little confused, dazed.

But soon, the bitter smile on the Storm Lord's face gradually disappeared, and all that remained was helplessness and a bitter smile.

He probably understood.

Thirty thousand years ago, he and the Eternal Sun did kill many people.

They cut off the heads of those men, gouged out their hearts, and collected their blood to offer sacrifices to the ethereal gods in prayer for greater power.

It wasn't until later that they learned that there were no gods in this world.

Later, even they became gods.

Perhaps, the so-called Ballett family died in these massacres.

Knowing this, it is a pity that when choosing the sacrifices, they should have been carefully selected.

Roger didn't say anything more, 30,000 years ago, how his family would be slaughtered, Roger was no longer interested, the important thing was the fact, it was enough.

What's more, looking at the appearance of the Lord of the Storm, this guy has obviously forgotten the Ballett family, in the eyes of the Lord of the Storm, the lives of more than 600 members of the Ballett family are no different from the other people killed by them, and there is nothing worth noting at all.

It's just a trivial matter, that's all.

For a moment, there was silence.

Silence.

"Why did you come back to life when I killed you?" After a long time, Roger asked again.

The Storm Lord's pupils flickered slightly, and a wicked smile appeared on his face, "You think I'll tell you?"

"No, it won't."

Roger's eyes drooped.

He wanted to know something from the soul of the Storm Lord, which is why he kept the Storm Lord alive until now.

But there was no doubt that the Lord of the Storm didn't care about the slaughter of the Ballett family, and it didn't even leave a strong impression on the Lord of Storm's heart.

Like themselves, they treat human life like a scrappy.

The Lord of the Storm would never have told Roger the secret of his resurrection, so if that is the case, go and get it yourself.

Tentacles stretched from the ground and wrapped around the Storm Lord's body.

At this moment, the Lord of the Storm, the remnants of his bones have been completely destroyed, his soul is also weakened, and the energy that was once huge enough to bring disaster to the whole world is not much left in the mad squandering, he no longer has the strength to continue to mobilize the raging lightning, the raging hurricane, and the strength to raise his sword again.

In the face of Roger's outstretched tentacles, he had no ability to resist at all.

Laugh at!

In the faint shadows, it seems that a sound like a cloth being torn can be heard.

The soul of the Lord of the Storm is torn in half by Roger.

This powerful existence, which had been spreading in the Senluo Continent for 27,000 years, finally lost its life completely at this time.