The fire of the sun brought by the white horse was infected by the night that turned into a magic sword. It seemed like ink dripping into the water and continued to spread, causing the white horse to howl. …… Scenes like this kept happening, and the more they fought, the more troublesome Veleslana felt. No matter how the ten incarnations are used, how they are combined, and how they are constantly changing, they are all broken by Tony's sword. It is not easy to turn an invisible and vast object into a magic sword. However, under the influence of the knight's sword, Tony just followed his instinct and swung the sword. With a thought, he turned what he needed into a magic sword. Tony's swordsmanship has reached the "state of no thought". He relies on instinct to swing the sword, and the sword is already swung before his thoughts come to mind. "What's the name of that sword?" Veleslana now transformed into an adult man, with a resolute face, sharp eyes, and a serious expression. Tony replied: "I don't have a name yet..." "Although V2V seemed to have a good name, after I swung the sword. She said: Even if you choose a name, it will eventually be like the [Star of Eden], shining because of one person, marking a name that is unique to one person. mark."
"So, this sword has no name. If you really want a name, then call it..." Tony's eyes moved, "[Wu Ming] will do." Hearing this, Veleslana smiled happily. "Ha ha ha ha--!" "That's it. It's not you who got the sword, but the sword got you. Because only you can this sword shine like gold, making the gods look askance." The war god of the East declared this. "A sword is best only in the hands of the right person." As he said this, the golden particles condensed in his hands and solidified into a golden sword. "Come on! Dictator of Rome, which sword between you and me is the strongest!" Tony smiled when he heard this, and faced the pressure of the gods and moved forward without fear. Golden thunder fell from the sky, and the silver sword glowed like a tower, piercing Qing Ming. ---- Ps: Velvet is so cute, but she has spent twice as much money to get rid of her sins, but her swimsuit is also very nice... Never lie to your lover: Chapter 88 Probably not A white sun hangs upside down in the sky. A handsome man holds a silver bow and has gentle eyes. He is the god of light and the god who shines on the world. Apollo, even though he is the same god as the god Woban killed 300 years ago, has certain differences in his performance and divinity. "Beggar, how many warriors do you have left?" Apollo chuckled at his old friend's overestimation. It turned into a maze, and in the blocks closed by tall walls, countless corpses of the dead fell to the ground. Woban had turned into a tall giant wolf, and his loud roar often sounded in Rome.
Arrows often fall in the white sun, which is a heavy rain of light. Each arrow is enough to melt human buildings, burn the earth, and fill the air with scalding heat. It was arrows like this that rained down intermittently in the previous battle. The giant wolf on the ground had cold eyes and slowly opened its huge mouth. boom----! Dazzling light gathered in his mouth, and the dazzling white light made everything on the earth lose its color. With a "boom", a white beam of light pierced the sky, trembling the void, and shot towards the God high above. That was the light eaten by Woban in the previous battle. After Woban transforms into a giant wolf, he not only improves his physical fitness, but also increases his wildness. He is better than most martial artists by relying solely on instinct. And it can swallow sunlight, eat the sun's brilliance, increase its own strength, and can also shoot it out and turn it into a sky-shattering light cannon. The white beam of light came into his eyes. Apollo smiled slightly and waved his hand casually. The light cannon, which could destroy the city, dissipated like the wind. Both of them were squandering the power of the God of Light. As if they were angry, Vauban and Apollo kept playing like this. "How sad..." Apollo lamented. "As a general who is always victorious and undefeated, there is no one following him." "As the king who ushered in a new era, there is not even an inch of land under his feet." "I am a scholar who spreads science, but I can't hold a book in my hands." Apollo felt sad for the man before him. "Beggar, why are you so rebellious? If we call it a period of rebellion, 300 years is a bit too long." Following the words of the god, Woban's huge wolf body gradually shrank, like a deflated balloon, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to a normal human being. The blond young man pursed his lips and looked at Apollo's lament with cold eyes. Beside Woban, there are countless corpses, which are living dead slaves made using the power [Servant of Death Cage], but at this moment they have been purified by Apollo, and the imprisoned souls have been buried. All the undead souls he collected over the years have been lost. Although there are still many mythical beasts in the Romanian base, they are of little use at this time. Apollo looked at the other party sadly and sneered: "Beggar, how long are you going to be rebellious?" "------" Woban raised his head, stared coldly, sneered, and his crazy voice echoed. "You are as annoying as ever. You talk about love, happiness, wishes... all ridiculous words." Light appeared in his hand, and a thick magic book appeared in Woban's hand.
"Apollo, 300 years ago, my answer was: the good things you said were worthless!" The huge mantra erupted like a volcano, and Woban's momentum rose steadily. In an instant, Qingming trembled, and the earth knelt down in worship. "Three hundred years later, my answer remains the same." Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-! The strong wind flipped the book in his hand, making another noise, and then countless mysterious papers were written on them, dancing wildly in the air, like dancing butterflies. "——This is the moment, gods, fear me——" The young man's face was full of madness, and Woban frantically recited words on the battlefield. "——I will use everything I have to rebel against this absurd world——" Following the words, countless flying books lit up with mysterious light, and the earth began to tremble. The power of [Death Servant Cage] to defeat the harvest of Egyptian mythology and usurp by the god of the underworld [Osiris], in addition to turning the people he killed with his own hands into servants of the living dead. It is also rumored that he once saw the lives and fate of those who died here in places such as ancient battlefields and cemeteries, and even forced the deceased to answer questions. At this time, Woban is summoning the undead, summoning former warriors from his past life. Apollo looked up at the flying scrolls, frowned, and said calmly: "Baphomet's curse book...what do you want to do?" [The chanted curse book] is the power that Woban usurped after defeating the evil god [Baphomet]. He can forcibly seize other people's knowledge and magic, engrave words on paper, and store them in the curse book. The spellbook performs magic according to Woban's instructions. Later, I felt that [Death's Servant Cage] was more convenient, and I also hated flipping through books, so I didn't use it very much. But at this moment, all the servants of death in his collection were lost, so it became the best choice. Relying on the power of Osiris, a great spell to summon the undead was completed. Countless undead souls emerged from the ground, forming one legion after another in an instant. "This is……" Apollo was speechless. Simply because what caught His eyes were countless various people of different eras, different nationalities, and different races. They were Woban’s former followers during his 300 years of life. At this moment, just because of Woban's needs, they crossed life, death and time and came to his account again. Among them are ordinary soldiers from the French Revolution, scientists who were persecuted by the Holy See, thinkers who were sheltered by Vauban, rebels from the colonies during the British Empire, workers who died tragically in the [-]th century, and soldiers from Latin America... … They are rebels from different eras. Apollo was speechless for a moment, because he could not understand why this group of people would be willing to wake up from death because of Woban's words, just to follow a rebel again. But he didn't have to think about it, because Woban spoke. "Kill the disobedient god."
Ruthless words spewed out. Apollo's expression changed, because Woban's words were trampling on the loyalty of the soldiers, just treating them as slaves in the arena and using their blood to please him. This demon king has no respect for the warriors who are willing to follow him, and their loyalty has not changed even after death. He can only laugh at them. but…… "------!" Shocking roars resounded throughout the sky, and countless undead souls rushed toward Apollo. Soldiers holding weapons from different eras charge forward, commanders dressed in different clothes issue instructions, literati write furiously, and people who have experienced suffering play music... Beyond time, Vauban's followers came to him. They understand that this is the last battle of their lives. No one could ever follow Woban for long, because he rejected the faithful. No one could ever know what Woban was thinking, simply because he never disdained words. Countless people met him and got to know him, but in the end they were all exiled by him, just because Woban was not interested in loyal dogs. But... so what? When he shattered the authority of the Holy See in Europe 300 years ago, he gave everyone the opportunity to gain knowledge. When he was in America 200 years ago, he grabbed the aborigines by their arms and forced them to mount war horses. When he hanged the rich and nobles living in high-rise buildings from street lamps in the north 100 years ago. They were already determined to follow Vauban, even though Vauban despised them, even though Vauban laughed at them, even though Vauban never approved of their ideas. But so what? ! They just want to follow in the footsteps of this rebel until the end of time. The mood of the undead is something modern people cannot understand. Because modern people will not be forced to work in factories until they die of illness at the age of 15, without even having a full meal. Because modern people will not be robbed of what is left, and they will be asked to kneel on the ground to thank the masters. Because modern people don’t even know what hospitals and schools look like because they don’t have enough material resources. …… "The person you are following should not be him..." Just because this man never agreed with their ideas, never supported their war, they never even really knew Woban, he just followed an ideal phantom. Apollo wanted to say this, but he couldn't say it. Just because of that guy who is willing to rebel against this absurd world...
There is only one cruel bastard! What an irony. No one believes in the most benevolent God, but the lowest and worst devil is worshiped. This world is really absurd. Therefore, the god could only pull the bowstring numbly under Woban's mocking eyes. ----