Chapter 2489 What’s the Point?

simple?

maybe.

But when it comes to being weak, are you sure you're not joking?

If you, who were once regarded as a disaster, can be called weak, what about the humans who formed a group to slay you?

Isn’t it true that everyone is a piece of shit?

What you are saying is not insulting yourself, but mocking the entire human race in Hefeng Continent.

As he was murmuring in his mind, Luke's low voice came to his ears: "Weak? When did you become so cowardly, Antuen? You used to be the ruler of the planet, and you were a being worthy of being called a 'god' !”

Sure enough, as soon as he heard the word 'weak', Luke, as an apostle, immediately changed his face and said sarcastically.

"Isn't it the same for you?" Antuen retorted: "The monarch of Hebron, known as the creator of everything, and an excellent scientist shrouded in countless auras, what did you do after being transferred by that woman? "

Luke's three eyes flashed coldly at the same time, and he snorted disdainfully.

"You are not strong. Instead, you are as cowardly as a ball of cotton. People can knead and beat you at will, and you act more like a mute old man who has no strength and has lost your memory!"

"Shut up! You big turtle! You are not allowed to insult me ​​again!"

Roaring Luke's thin body suddenly swelled up like a puff of air, instantly changing from a little old man over one meter tall to a big man over two meters tall.

What changes with the appearance is also the momentum.

The momentum that was originally there suddenly seemed like an erupting flash flood, blowing away all the surrounding vegetation and gravel. Even me, who was standing relatively close, couldn't bear the wind and staggered back a few steps.

On the contrary, Antuen, who was also an apostle, let out a disdainful snort: "The little guy said that you were resurrected through a heart. I didn't believe it before. But now I believe it. Your power has weakened too much. You are completely worthy." Not worthy of the title of apostle.”

"I have no intention of ever becoming an apostle again." Luke, who was as strong and tall as a young man, looked up at Antoun's huge head and six orange-red eyes like lava, and said word by word: "I want revenge. To humans, to that woman!”

"He, hehe, hehehe."

Antoun suddenly couldn't help but sneered.

"Why are you laughing!" Luke said angrily.

"Did your clever brain and wise soul also be destroyed in that conspiracy?" Antoun sneered repeatedly: "Revenge against mankind? Do you really have this ability?"

"Of course!" Luke said proudly: "Human beings are just like ants, and I will regain my strength in a short period of time and regain the glory of the Lord of Hebron!"

"If you could really do it, why were you killed in the first place?"

Antoun ruthlessly shattered his glory and dragged him back to the cruel reality.

"The reason why I died was because of that woman's conspiracy! And the shameless sneak attack by a human being as humble as an ant."

"In short!" Antuen interrupted him loudly: "You are defeated and dead. This is an unchangeable fact!"

Luke's head was raised high, and after holding on for a long time, he finally dropped it. He sighed feebly, and his strong body also held it in at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, he turned into that frail little old man again.

"Antuen, you are right, I died once, and it was at the hands of those ants."

Luke's breathing was slightly rapid, and it could be heard that he was still very excited, but his physical condition did not allow him to transform again, so he could only maintain the image of a little old man in humiliation.

"But" he raised his head vigorously and said in a resentful tone: "I still want to avenge this!"

"Although it is true to seek revenge and complain when there is a grudge, but do you have to first identify the target of your revenge before taking action?"

I suddenly intervened and spoke out.

"rude!"

Luke stretched out his big hand and grabbed me again.

Huh, do you think I'm a soft persimmon?

With a cold snort, he drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed it at the big hand that was grabbing him, and gave it a sharp blow.

The moment he swung the knife, murderous intent erupted like a spring, covering his whole body in an instant. The next second, the black-red blade flashed with a faint cold light, slashing at the knuckles of his fingers like a ghost.

My intention is obvious. Since you have many hands and fingers, I will cut off a few of them, which will not affect the overall number, but also serve as a lesson.

Luke said "huh", and at the same time stretched out his other hand to assist his left hand. At the moment when the blade was about to hit the joint, he put his palms together and clamped the blade firmly with a snap. The force was so strong that he couldn't pull it out for a moment. Here comes the knife.

"Stop!" Antoun's voice sounded like a landslide, instantly attracting the attention of Luke and me who were fighting: "Let him go, Luke."

"You would actually use such a tough tone to force your former old friend to surrender for such a little guy?"

"You are not my old friend, Luke," Antoun said: "But I once wanted to treat you as a friend, but how did you treat me? Pretending to have amnesia, pretending to be mute, Luke, the difference between people Communication between each other requires equality and trust, and the little guy is much better than you at this point, although he likes boring pranks."

"What if I refuse to let go?" Luke said stubbornly: "Antuen, what are you going to do to me?"

"I have no intention of being your enemy, Luke," Antoun said: "I like this planet, and like you, I have no intention of returning to my homeland, let alone continuing to inherit the title of apostle. I am living a very happy life now. It’s comfortable. I eat seafood and rocks when I’m hungry. I drink sea water and lava when I’m thirsty. Moreover, there is no chaotic and violent energy here, but gentle energy that can make me sleep peacefully.”

"Luke, once I start a war with you, no matter who wins or loses, it will cause irreparable damage to the beauty of this planet. Moreover, are you really sure that with your ability, you can do nothing to defeat this little guy? ?”

"Are you really planning on enmity with him?"

Luke stared at me for a while, then slowly let go of his hand and said: "You are right, Antoun, this little guy makes my hair stand on end. His existence scares me more than the black nightmare. Although he is now He is still very weak, but my intuition tells me that if I insist on killing him, the person who will die in the end will definitely not be him, but me."

"Are you looking for a way out for yourself?" Antuen said with a smile: "If the subjects of Hebron were still alive, would they be so ashamed that they would commit suicide when they saw the monarch like this?"

"Don't make fun of my subjects, it's not funny."

Luke found a large stone, sat down slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Antuen, did you bring the little guy here to see the scenery, or to find me?"

"I came here to see the scenery," Antuen said, "but the little guy came to see you."

"Haha, you're looking for me?" Luke looked me up and down and said arrogantly, "What are you doing?"