Chapter 868: The Black Hand

Il's so-called reinforcements are actually wrong, because it was just one man, the supreme god of heaven, named Isaac.

Isaac had instructed him to make sure that no one else was nearby in any case, and the so-called others, needless to say, naturally referred to the three evil gods. If this were not the case, how could these humans be allowed to do such a disrespectful act.

However, for some reason, Isaac's order to attack has not been given until now.

"Anyway, let me go too far....... ā€

Illa took a look at the reloaded Star-Destroying Cannon, and even had the illusion of a cold sweat on his back, which he hadn't felt since he became a god, but it was so clear that it was awkward.

Seeing that the Starry Destroyer Cannon was reloaded, Iller let out a loud roar.

"Destroy those cannons!!"

At this time, Isaac's orders could no longer be ignored, and if he were to endure another large-scale attack of that kind without dead ends, this time it would be the turn of Il, who was in charge of defense, to be wounded himself, so he did not hesitate to violate Isaac's orders to a certain extent, and also to prevent the next attack.

Isaac will understand me, for we are brothers. It's not an excuse to be lucky, but I really think so.

As soon as Isaac opened his mouth, he could kill all these foolish people who blasphemed the gods, and the corners of Il's mouth could not help but rise at the thought of this, and he could not help but want to see this group of people use their lives to make up for their mistakes.

The surrounding gods hesitated for such an order, which conflicted with the orders of the higher authorities, but eventually obeyed Il's instructions and flew towards Babylon.

"That's it. ā€

A confident smile appeared on Il's face again, he had already seen the next punishment, which was the heavenly punishment of blasphemy, blasphemy, and gods, so that the lowly humans should also understand what the gap between them and the gods was.

"That's—"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand suddenly grabbed his throat.

It was a thin and weak palm, with some hard calluses on the knuckles and palms, which seemed to be practicing swordsmanship, and the first phalanx of the middle finger was slightly deformed, caused by the long-term use of the pen.

So the question is, whose hand does it really belong to?

Subconsciously wanted to call the other gods over, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch the other gods get farther and farther away from him.

- Look back, fools! Look back, just one look! I beg you to look back!!El cried out frantically in his heart, but how could such a cry be heard?

No one noticed him at all, and Iller began to realize the problem, and the other party did some kind of small trick.

Then Illa felt himself being dragged, and the palm on his neck grew stronger, causing his spine to make an unpleasant noise, and in this way, he was restrained into an unfamiliar space without anyone noticing.

A god is a god after all, and after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down, and began to quickly analyze his environment and the enemies attacking him.

"It's good luck that there are such fools who have left the team. ā€

The body was thrown to the ground, and before Iler could escape, the hand changed positions and pinched his neck from the front, and then a young man's face appeared in front of him, a featureless face, which did not look like an important person no matter how he looked at it.

"It's a bit stupid, but I'm not a picky person, props, just use them. ā€

Props, props, props! This sudden human actually called God a prop?!

Ile tried hard to break free from the control of this palm, but no matter how hard he tried, he failed, there was some strange suction on this palm, and all his physical strength and divine power were sucked away by this hand, and as the power was sucked away little by little, the young man's hand gradually loosened Iller's neck, and golden spots of light gathered between the hand and Iller.

These are the powers known as 'divine powers', and they are the powers that were given to the gods when the mechanism was established.

The flares swirled between the two like a small whirlpool, each rotation drawing more flares from Iller's body, and as this process progressed, Iller's body aged and withered to the naked eye, eventually turning into a skinny, bone-covered corpse.

This is because the divine power required to maintain the body is forcibly withdrawn, and there is no strength to maintain the original posture, resulting in the appearance of the original form.

The divine power was withdrawn, but Yumu's expression did not have a smile, there were deep wrinkles between his eyebrows, and he kept looking back and forth at the divine power in his hand and the dried corpse on the ground.

"Something is wrong. ā€

The extracted divine power is much, much less than Yum imagined, and it looks like it is about to dissipate at any time, to put it bluntly, there is no root. But how is this possible, this is the divine power he just extracted from Il, the original owner is next to it, why is there no root?

And...... Iller crouched down and picked up Iller's dried corpse with his fingers.

The so-called gods are things that are born to the truth, in a sense, they are alien life forms that are beyond the present world, and they should be the purest aggregate of divine power, completely composed of divine power, but why did this god leave a corpse?

Something was wrong, something was beyond Yum's expectations.

Lucia slumped on the soft couch like this, constantly changing her position as if she was rolling, and seeing Yum talking to herself very much by herself, she still gave a hint.

"That's human. ā€

Yum looked up at Lucia, still confused in his eyes, and it was clear that he didn't understand what Lucia meant.

"Humans, but I'm capturing gods?"

It won't be replaced in the middle of the way, even if someone has this ability to hide from the world, how can the divine power in his hands be explained?

"So ....... ā€

Lucia stopped moving, and pointed her finger at the corpse of Il's on the ground.

"It was a human from the beginning, not a god. ā€

Recalling that she had seen this situation once before, Lucia asked with some curiosity.

"Is there a way for humans to become gods?"

Einstein denied this kind of thing very definitely at the time, but it is not ruled out that there is a lack of information or the emergence of new technologies, so I don't know if Yum has updated and more comprehensive information.

"No way. ā€

Yum immediately asserted.

There are no miscellaneous examples, no lengthy explanations, because these things are not needed.

"Yes. ā€

Lucia had a sly smile on her face, like a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

"So, what if you don't let him become a god, how about just forcibly infusing divine power into your body?"