Chapter 752 The Tragic Betrayal of a Hero

Amid the screams, the snake hair pierced the air and pierced through the heads of the monsters like spears, freezing them in place. As their limbs and bones expanded abnormally, they finally exploded like a bomb, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The snake hair came out, shook off the dirty flesh and blood, and ruthlessly looked for other targets.

"Roar--!!!"

If the leader Ugar was rational, then his consciousness must have collapsed: it was the "mother" who nurtured them and brought them into this world, but now she stood beside those weak prey and raised the butcher knife towards them.

Yes, just like that ▉▉▉▉ who was more motherly than the mother!

We wanted to fight to the death, why did the mother rebel? !

Unsurprisingly, the group of monsters today also suffered a rout. With the lesson of Xiaoti's mother, the soldiers accepted it well. After a short period of daze, they cheered and celebrated another day of victory.

Only little Anna, after killing several lone monsters, looked at the two figures wrapped in purple hair on the city wall, snorted coldly, turned her back, and wiped away a handful of non-existent tears.

It was me, I came first, I was obviously the first one, whether it was a pat on the head, a hug, or being called a child...but why did it turn out like this?

Mother's lap pillow, I want it so much...

"A and B areas have won a victory?" In the palace, Siduri was slightly stunned, a little unbelievable, "But, the generals are gone-"

"It's because of Miss Tia and a new purple-haired woman." The messenger replied respectfully, "Thanks to them, we can repel the monsters so quickly."

"I see, it's them." The head priestess nodded in understanding, raised the carving knife, and carved the words on the stone slab, "In that case, please assign two teams of soldiers to clean up the battlefield. Although the monsters are hateful, they are also resources worth using."

"Yes."

The footsteps gradually faded away, Siduri put down the stone slab, picked up the new document, and suddenly felt dizzy and held her forehead with her hand.

When she reacted, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Even with the blessing of divine arts, the workload of the demigod level is still beyond her ability...

"King, when will you come back?"

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In the netherworld, the spiritual fire lit up the deep darkness.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Red and dazzling sparks fell from the sky, blooming like fireworks, and then disappeared in a flash.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man put down the chisel in his hand, and his figure flew backwards. When everything he had accomplished came into his eyes, he sighed with satisfaction.

It was a painting.

It was as magnificent as an epic, and as quiet and beautiful as a withering painting.

In the outline drawn by the undulating stone wall, there was a petite girl with blood at the corner of her mouth, but she still raised her unyielding eyes, raised the scythe in her hand high, and inserted the sharpest part deeply into the chest of the six-winged goddess.

As if one could hear the sound of breaking from the void, the huge god leaned back, his whole body cracked into porcelain-like patterns at that moment, countless long snake-like hair wailed and fell, but the fierce eyes still retained the hatred that had never been let go, and the incomprehensible sadness...

In the collapsed temple, the goddesses, one big and one small, looked at each other calmly. Behind them, the abyss opened its mouth, waiting to swallow the sacrifice.

The scene was frozen into eternity.

Stretching out his hand, his fingertips touched the girl's devilish eyes, the young man closed his eyes and sighed calmly.

The breath was long, and the white air turned into frost.

The golden red robe floated, quietly brushing past the quiet echo. The young man opened his eyes, without having to look back, he could feel that someone was tilting his head, looking at him intimately and politely.

"What are you doing?"

"Carving, adding scenery to the new underworld of the goddess." Like a conscientious stonemason, the young man answered honestly, "At the same time, the stories that have happened will be forever remembered on the boundary between life and death."

"Hmm..." The goddess pursed her lips and complained in dissatisfaction, "You are talking nonsense again."

"But some girls just like to listen to this kind of nonsense." The young man turned around with a smile, "Fortunately, our goddess is not a simple-minded fool."

"Even if you say that... I won't be happy." The goddess avoided the young man's gaze, her fingertips entangled with her falling golden hair, turning unconsciously, "Yes, yes, the spirit of Uruk, Garula, sent a message that the goddess Gorgon has entered the city."

"Really? . "The young man nodded, not surprised, "Then I wish she can find redemption in Uruk."

The goddess keenly noticed the indifference of the young man's tone, blinked her beautiful eyes, and was a little confused: "Shouldn't this be a happy thing? The current alliance of the three goddesses is in name only, Kingu and Baal Rahmu are at odds, and Uruk City not only has my mother, but now the goddess of warcraft has also joined, and those "killed" servants are ready. No matter how you look at it, the advantage is all in Uruk. "

"However, why do you--show such a worried expression?"

"...You saw it." The young man was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly, "You are worthy of being a smart goddess."

"Hehe." The goddess proudly raised her waist, but she kept a sentence in her heart that she didn't say out loud.

What's so difficult about this, it's just that I have been paying attention to you from beginning to end.

"Tell me, during the time when I fell into the black mud and was helpless, what was our biggest loss?"

The young man's whisper pulled her back. After thinking for a moment, the beautiful goddess answered with a blush on her cheeks: "Is it...you?"

"The answer is right and wrong." The young man raised his hand and pointed the sharp chisel at his head, "To be precise, it's my wisdom."

A omniscient and omnipotent time traveler who can be completely understood as having clairvoyance EX.

He is a prophet, a sage, a sharp blade that turns fate around, and a brave man who is unparalleled in the world.

He chose to help Uruk, so an unprecedented battle city stood in the Mesopotamian world. Even if he was surrounded, he broke the alliance of the three goddesses, risked his life, and even almost completed the restoration of the singularity and even human nature with three arrows.

What if - he chose to betray?

In the window period when the hero fell and the new savior has not yet arrived, how much change can the black robe who has lost his autonomy bring to the monsters who are already dominant?

Whispering voices lingered in hell. Eleshkigal covered her mouth. At some point, her eyes were filled with fear.

No one understood the changes that this man could bring more deeply than her. It was no exaggeration to say that destruction and rebirth were only between his thoughts.

He could easily reverse victory and fate. He had already crossed the wall that seemed extremely hopeless to mortals thousands of times while talking and laughing.

As a mother, as the generation that nurtured humans, how could Tiamat miss this rare light! ?

In this case, she has not appeared yet, dormant in the new world under the ocean... What is she doing!

"Can I surpass my former self? Can we - reverse all the destruction with creation?"

The black robe floated, and the young man's hand brushed over the marks engraved, whispering to himself.

"Before the final end, don't consume them too early, Fujimaru..."