The neon lights of the night are lit up, and in the brightly lit city, a message spreads like wings.

The behind-the-scenes rulers of Cooper have finally relented and are willing to talk to the big names who stand at the pinnacle of the city's power.

In a low-key office on a 40-story building, a gentleman with monocles laughed heartily.

"Great, my friend, we can finally control the whole of Voltollus, and pay our highest respect to the great god!"

On the sofa in front of him, a wealthy businessman whose name resounded in the southwest of the empire knocked on the pocket watch in his hand, and a strange cold light was reflected in his blue eyes.

"Hehe, stupid people who don't know what to do will eventually bury everything under the gaze of the gods."

The voices were still echoing, and the two were nowhere to be found.

……

The same scene happened in various parts of the city, the gang leaders, the city administrators, the capital giants, and the authorities of the ancient families...... A big man with a transcendent status that is unimaginable to ordinary people was all shocked.

Since the advent of the gods, most of the city has been completely mastered by them.

But the Cooper area alone has not succeeded, and the god believers who stepped into it have disappeared many times inexplicably, and there seems to be someone behind them who is resisting the arrival of the gods.

In terms of power and strength alone, the believers of the gods are confident that they can overwhelm everything.

But the other party is like a mouse, never in contact with them head-on, but only secretly hunts the believers of the gods, which leads to their delay in completing the task assigned by the divine envoy, that is, to control the entire city without any details!

In the southeast of Cooper District, a private territory rises an old mansion with a history of more than 200 years, the material of the courtyard wall can vaguely show the luxury of this place, and the medieval style looks a little eerie at night.

A well-dressed social elite appeared here, glanced at the open door, and they walked in with a smile and without a trace of fear and hesitation.

When a dignitary arrived, the first thing he noticed was an old man dressed in the robes of the Shamanic Gods.

Someone couldn't help but gasp: "It's you!" ”

People of these levels had been exposed to things about the other world long before the forbidden area completely broke out, so they naturally understood what a transcendent status the old man in front of him had in the former Polar Bear Empire.

There are also people with cold faces: "Your Excellency, it's a pity, it's a heretical pope now." ”

"No wonder those people down there have been slow to penetrate Cooper District, so it would be rude for us to see it, the Pope is here, he should have known to come and meet in person."

“……”

The gentlemen spoke appropriately and with humility, but the sneer on their faces revealed their rampant and smug at this time.

After all, in the past, even if they reached the pinnacle of secular power, they could still only be like dogs in front of this person.

In the face of these words, the old man did not say a word, and stood aside with his hands down, as the owner of this old mansion, he was like an old housekeeper at the moment.

At this time, someone also noticed that in front of many members of the Cult of the Gods, including their Pope, the only one sitting was a very young man.

He didn't even look at his own people the whole time, and sat alone on the burgundy dining chair, stretched out a hand, and tapped a red wine glass in front of him with his fingers, looking a little bored.

The young man had a special ring on his finger, like a coiled black dragon, with a hideous and brutal aura.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound of percussion is unhurried, and the interval is exactly the same every time, which means that the other party's mood is very calm, and no matter how many high-ranking people walk in, they can't bring him even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The gentlemen looked at each other, and they all felt a little bad.

At this time, a shadow obscured the moonlight, and an extraordinarily tall figure of more than two meters stood at the door of the old mansion.

Everyone turned their heads, this was a strong man in a suit, but compared to his status, his burly figure was nothing.

"Gotopher is here!"

Someone shouted, looking at the former underground emperor of Voltores, and now the most devout god in the city, the most powerful man in the city.

The strong man walked in, and every step on the wooden floor made a dull sound, and an invisible oppressive force spread in all directions.

At this time, the old man spoke softly: "Everyone is here." ”

The young man finally looked up at the crowd in front of him for the first time, and his first words were, "I don't like." ”

At this time, Gotopfo happened to look at the Pope, and was about to say something, but was interrupted, he glanced at Jiang Chen with a frown, and continued his words.

"If I'm not mistaken, the last time we met was three years ago, when I bent down to present your butler with a gift that had taken half a year to prepare, and you, just passing by, glanced at me slightly."

"That's when I ......"

The words came to an abrupt end.

A black flash flashed, and a bloody hole appeared in Godofo's eyebrows, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

At the moment when he encountered danger just now, a breath in his body instinctively woke up, his flesh and skin cracked, and bloody tentacles came out of his head.

The momentum of that moment faintly surpassed the Pope of the Gods Sect.

However, he still fell, and the mutation of his body was stopped, and he became a strange corpse with a head like an octopus, and his body was still a human being.

Everyone froze, and there was a dead silence.

Some people stared at Godofer's corpse, expecting the "resurrection of the gods" they had witnessed, and the next second he would stand up as if nothing was happening.

However, such a scenario did not occur.

When the death of Gotorfo was determined.

Fear crept up the spine of everyone present like maggots, and they stared blankly at the young man, who had just moved his fingers and the most powerful god believer in the city had died.

This meant that as long as he wanted to, no one present would make it out alive.

After all, the gifts Gotopher received were said to be of another level, far surpassing the rest of the believers.

"You, you......" Someone was frightened.

Dark shadows flickered.

He also fell, his chest split, and a pile of colorful dead snakes scattered on the floor.

"Gentlemen." Jiang Chen smiled and swept around everyone present, and this time, they all lowered their heads without exception.

"I have come here for one thing, to slay your gods."

In a word, it was deafening, making a figure whose name was at the top of secular society tremble uncontrollably.

"I want to ask you if you know what I have to do to get close to your God?"

"Don't worry, think slowly."

"However, Jiang believes in a truth, there is no need for people with no value."

After speaking, he looked at a fat old man on the left side with a pestle and a cane with a smile, and the other party was so frightened that he couldn't breathe, holding his heart, and stammering and shouting: "Pick ...... Draw near to God, I, I, I don't ......"

Before he finished speaking, the old man's body had exploded.

Abnormal entrails and limbs are scattered everywhere.

Then Jiang Chen turned his gaze to the next person, the other party looked like he was only in his thirties, and it was obviously not easy to climb to a high position, but he seemed to have been brainwashed particularly badly, and shouted angrily at this time.

"You're blaspheming!"

"Poof"

A handful of blood mist exploded.

When the rest of the big people saw this scene, their bodies shook like swings, and if they didn't understand what it meant to "don't like nonsense" at first, they now understood it very deeply.

This man is completely, he can kill, and he will never talk much.

This kind of iron-blooded method completely broke through the psychological defense line of a group of people in high positions.

Soon someone knelt down and offered a barely feasible plan.

Jiang Chen laughed, sometimes, people are much easier to deal with than tricks, after all, tricks in the forbidden area are not afraid of death, and it is often difficult to know what it means to be afraid.

These smart gentlemen are very cooperative.

As soon as they killed a few, their attitude immediately improved.