Whether it is lamenting the inopportune birth or the sad situation of Michael, no one knows. The current Fang Shou is completely different from the previous Fang Shou, just like what was said a long time ago, although the two are a common individual, they have a soul and share a single body. But no matter what aspect it is, Fang Shou and the white-haired Fang Shou are two different people.

If it was Fang Shou before, he would definitely not attack those bewitching and beautiful goddesses.

If it was Fang Shou before, he would never have made a move against such a loyal Michael, let alone absorb the only proof that the archangel was superior to this world.

If it was Fang Shou before, he would definitely not hold a living person like Chen Chuliang in his hand like a livestock like now, and absorb the power from him very unceremoniously.

"Let go of me!" Getting closer and closer to the space-time rift, Chen Chuliang struggled more and more, his body kept shaking, trying to break free from Fang Shou's hands.

"Hmph!" Fang Shou just snorted slightly, Chen Chuliang paused as if he had been struck by lightning, and then he became honest, like a rabbit who had been fed red wine and wilted, his whole body was full of hopelessness. Just like this original sleeping place, yes, the gods here are in front of Fang Shou's eyes, and there is not much difference from this Chen Chuliang, who can only act as a humanoid power source, gods?

"The remnants of the army are just defeated. Fang Shou no longer looked at this special space, but jumped out and jumped in the direction he came.

Originally, he thought that he could meet some real powers here, such as Michael's master, or the gods of Olympus who were really chaotic in your circle, but it was a pity that after he arrived here, he saw a group of seriously injured losers who still clinged to the name of gods. Today. I don't even have the desire to do it, and I don't even have the heart to kill those dying pieces that are hidden in the shadows.

......

Not long after Fang Shou left, several pairs of large hands swept away the fragments of stumps that were pressing on them, and slowly crawled out. There is no majesty that belongs to the gods at all, and it is not at all like a legend recorded in a myth, but it is more appropriate to say that it is the kind of remnants of the army who finally escaped from the death in the big battle in Fang Shou's mouth.

Yes, it's just a remnant of the army.

"Dead, dead...... All dead...... "The first to come out was an old man wearing a flower crown on his head, and he trembled and glanced at the surrounding mountains of corpses. Finally, he looked at Michael in the middle with an incredulous gaze and knelt down with a pop.

"Michael-sama!"

"How is it possible, even Michael-sama has fallen!"

"The last Lord God-level existence has fallen, what should we do?"

There were only a hundred people who survived, and they seemed so small and powerless in this sleeping place.

They didn't survive the catastrophe because they were strong enough. It's right to say it's because they're weak enough. Because they were too weak, they didn't rush forward in the first wave when Fang Shou appeared, they were lucky to survive the hurricane that swept the entire sleeping place, because they were weak. and was not looked at by Fang is eyes, so he survived......

However, Fang Shou was right, it was just a group of remnants of the defeated army. In the 21st century, when the powers of the gods are deprived, a group of so-called gods like them cling to the past. In his eyes, it is not as good as a pheasant in the mountains. If anything, killing pheasants can at least give a full meal, and killing this group of gods who have lost their use value in every way is just a kind of effort without any return for Fang Shou.

"What then? None of the rest of us are gods who are good at fighting. One of the middle-aged men clenched his fists very aggrievedly: "Although I have a godhead of the god of fire, but, but...... I'll only make some utensils and weapons, and the man just now is just too strong. Not to mention the rest of us, even if the King of Olympus hadn't fallen, he wouldn't be his opponent. ”

"Boost the morale of others. The oriental woman with a light veil on her face crawled out from below, and cursed Fang Shou hatefully: "My nine-tailed fox has never suffered such a loss again. Fang Shou, hmph, remember to the old lady, I will make you doomed!"

"Su Daji, a man who can't even be tempted by the god of beauty, are you okay?" sarcastically her, it was a man covered in flesh and blood: "Bah, I'm not dead, boy, Shandelzare Silkwood curses, will curse you forever!"

has been completely chaotic into a pot of porridge, and there are less than a hundred gods left, without the backbone, because of each other's new hatred and old hatred, because of the fear and anxiety in their hearts, there is a faint tendency to fight. Tsk, don't you say that you are gods, aren't you the same as humans? When you lose the threat, the first thing that comes to mind is to kill your kindred, get the best resources, and enjoy the best of everything.

Even if there are only a hundred or so gods left, the title of King of the Gods has not yet been decided.

I don't know who it started, but the gods present took out their weapons one by one, staring at the person closest to them, guarding each other, hating each other, and there was a tendency to fight if they didn't agree with each other.

Once, the Eastern Immortal Court, the Western Sanctuary, the Olympus Holy Mountain, the Odin Gods and other great gods once broke out one war after another because of the title of the king of the gods. Just as the bald eagle now competes for a series of strategic reserves such as camel oil, each god wants to be the bald eagle, beating up his neighbor to win the best faith and the best resources.

Even now......

There are less than 100 gods left, and they will still fall into infighting at any time, no wonder they will be defeated in 1999, and while human beings are intriguing, these gods are not watching out for each other?

Looking at this ugly appearance, a black smoke floated from a corpse, and then dissipated little by little.

“......”

After a few moments of silence, the old man who spoke first stepped out of his way, revealing the figure of a black-haired young man.

"We've done as you say. The nine-tailed demon fox trembled all over, and glanced at the place where the black smoke dissipated: "That man won't leave any more behind, right? ”

"Rest assured. The black-haired man held his scabbard like this and smiled with satisfaction: "Do what I say, I will naturally save your lives." (To be continued......)