Chapter 1201 Demigod Son of the Golden Eagle

"True God?"

Muria, who didn't feel anything at first, almost couldn't laugh out loud when she heard what this hide-and-seek guy said. It took a lot of self-confidence to feel that she could become a god with the lives of hundreds of mortals.

What is the true god in his thinking, anyway, it is also the existence of eternal life standard for all employees. He actually wanted to rely on such a formation to ascend to the throne of God.

This is what the legends of Erasia who desperately developed their beliefs under the siege of the Church of the True God and wanted to hold the throne high.

"what are you laughing at?"

Muria's immature and expressionless face suddenly showed a mocking smile, which immediately stimulated the existence hidden in the hall.

In his eyes, he is only one step away from the final success, and this last step is about to be completed. At this time, he wants to find someone strong enough to share his joy and also witness his strength.

"I'm laughing at you!" Morea's smile became more wanton.

"What's so funny about me?"

"I thought that I would meet a god who was desperately eager to return here, or a lunatic who was so talented and despised the gods, but I didn't expect it to be an idiot who tried to steal the power of the gods."

"Since you know that I am stealing the power of the gods, then you still dare to despise me so much, and witness the wrath of the first true god since the opening of the new world!"

The hoarse and dry voice became more and more majestic. A nearly seven-meter-long threaded bone spear condensed in the hall, and then went straight to Muria.

"Such power, are you kidding me?" Muria, who was going to let her real deity take this opportunity to move around, looked helpless. Under the watchful eyes of the godstealer who presided over this blood sacrifice, a white-skinned, slender-fingered The palm of his hand turned into dragon claws, and then a claw shattered the bone spear.

"What kind of monster are you? Why can you resist my divine power?"

After being stunned, a hysterical voice echoed in the hall. An old man with a stooped figure and a staff of human skulls appeared, surrounded by a thick blood mist that couldn't be dispelled. The coercion of looking directly at it.

"Hahahaha, you barbarian aborigine is going to kill me from laughing, and you have the nerve to call such power a divine power."

Before Muria could answer, a wild laugh sounded, and then under the gaze of Muria's plain eyes, a man with the head of an eagle and golden wings on his back, holding a spear in his hand, pierced the space and strode out ,

Then let the coercion of surrender of all things permeate.

"What are you?"

Seeing the non-human being who tore apart his field and forcibly breaking into his "land of the gods" with his tyrannical way, the old man who stole the power of the gods was completely panicked, because he could feel the innocence in the body of this bird man. The terrifying power contained in it.

"Ants who try to blaspheme the gods, you should call me Your Highness."

The man with the bird's head and wings covered with a layer of golden light reached out, grabbed the old man in his hand, and said in a very proud tone, "I am the son of the golden eagle, Giovanni!"

"I, I've never heard of it!" The old man whose body was held by a nearly five-meter-tall birdman tried to struggle, but he sadly found that the moment his power left his body, he was caught by the existence in front of him. Erase, he couldn't cast any spells, but even so, he still retained this last stubbornness.

"Of course the barbarians and natives of the different world won't hear my name."

"You are the true god of another world!" The old man stealing God's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood that it must be because of his behavior of stealing God that he attracted this existence.

"No, I'm a demigod. The power of a true god is beyond your imagination. I'm still far behind." The arrogant demigod was extremely humble at this time.

"How is it possible? You clearly possess divine power, why are you not a true god?" The old man said he couldn't understand.

"Of course not. Who told you that having divine power is a god? An idiot." The demigod, the son of the Golden Eagle, Giovanni asked with contempt, "Only someone like my father who can exist forever and has boundless power Existence is the true God."

"True God..." The old man sighed, but before he could say it, the sound of bones breaking could be heard, and the demigod from another world clenched his palm, crushing this man to death in order to steal the power of the gods. I don't know how long the old man has been planning.

Golden light burst out from the palm of the son of the golden eagle, and the filthy flesh and blood was evaporated in the light, and then the demigod turned his head to look at Muria who was quietly watching what happened.

"It's your turn, strange mortal, in front of the great son of the golden eagle, do you still want to carry out your clumsy disguise? Haven't shown your real body yet?"

"Let me release my real body?" Muria looked at the rampant child of the gods, feeling quite amusing, and couldn't help laughing.

And at this moment, there was a piercing whistling sound, followed by a violent explosion, as well as the flames that swept along with the explosion, and the shock wave that wanted to tear everything apart.

"A world without gods would actually look like this. Ordinary things can develop killing skills to such an extent that it can already pose a threat to the most heroic fighters under my command, not bad."

In the saturation bombing of dozens of bombs, the unmoving son of demigod praised the destructive power of the attack launched by the human army, but in an instant, he showed the arrogance of being a son of god,

"That's all. Ants from different worlds, prepare to bear the consequences of attacking a great demigod. You should learn how to respect the noble existence with the blood of a true god flowing in your body!"

The eagle-headed god, the son of a demigod with wings on his back, swept the spear in his hand, and instantly wiped out all the aftermath of the explosion that was still raging around him. It was exposed at the top of the bombed-out building.

Thus, a demigod-level existence from another world appeared undisguised in a world where technology dominated the mainstream, facing the emergency forces of a metropolis.

And facing the panic-stricken eyes of humans with him, there is also a black dragon squatting beside him in an elegant posture.

Compared with the dozens of armed helicopters around, most of the demigod Giovanni's attention fell on the black dragon with bright golden scales on the opposite side of him.

In his eyes, those mortal steel mechanical creations are not worth mentioning at all, and they pose no threat to him.

"This is your real body? It looks very suitable for use in war. Lucky native of another world, son of the great golden eagle, give you a chance to submit to me and become my beast of war for me to drive. This will become The glory of your life!"

Muria's reshaped body of the black dragon was captured by a demigod from a different world with just a glance, so this demigod with a lot of vision, but not enough vision, naturally thought that he shouldn't have.

"You are dead!" Hearing the arrogant words of the bird man opposite, the black dragon tilted its head, and the dragon body over ten meters instantly disappeared in place, leaving an afterimage, and appeared in the In front of the bird man, the slender dragon tail was thrown out like a magic whip, and it was drawn onto the demigod's chest.

boom! boom! boom!

The demigod, whose body was glowing with golden light, immediately flew upside down under this blow, smashing obliquely to the ground, where skyscrapers were smashed through, as fragile as It's a piece of tofu.

"Hahahaha, what a wild power, I like it, only such a beast is qualified to be my son of the Golden Eagle's battle pet, and win endless glory for me."

The bright golden light came from thousands of meters away from Muria, the demigod

The place where Giovanni fell soared into the sky, belonging to the majesty of a demigod. It spread in this metropolis inhabited by tens of millions of people, and the sky was awash with wind and clouds, forming a terrifying and huge vortex.