Chapter 450 If You Are Not My Buddy, You Are Fucking Idiots, Right?

Amid the crazy praise, a black crack suddenly appeared in the center of the huge full moon in the sky. The crack was very thin, like a black line, running through the full moon from top to bottom.

Suddenly, the black line suddenly spread and opened!

Inside, an extremely huge vertical pupil was revealed, with a holy pupil, indifferent eyes, and bloodshot eyes like spider webs.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu seemed to have seen the strange angel in a trance, because this eye was very similar to the angel's eyes, the same holiness and blood, two completely different colors filled in the same eye, that kind of weird feeling made people feel uncomfortable.

For a while, the crazy praise became more and more grand. This time, the weaker Fatty and Zhao Hao also had crazy piety in their eyes, staring at the moon, and began to make inhuman praises.

Yang Ming and others were immediately shocked, and hurriedly mobilized their own spirituality to frantically resist the pollution of this huge eye.

Only Fang Xiu remained calm. He was not polluted, because he had seen the Weird Angel countless times and was considered an acquaintance. Naturally, he would not be polluted by the child of an old acquaintance.

"Captain, what should we do now? This angel's son gives me the feeling that he is stronger than the seventh-level forbidden weird." Wuwei Laodao was a little flustered. Facing this level of existence, he, a sixth-level person, did not feel safe at all.

The former sixth-level strongman, standing in front of the angel's son, was as fragile as a child.

"Is he the eighth-level?" Fang Xiu asked.

"It shouldn't be the eighth-level. Although I have never seen an eighth-level person, I have seen the limbs of a seventh-level forbidden weird. Although the angel's son gives me a strong feeling, it does not seem to transcend the scope of the seventh-level. However, even if this angel's son is not the eighth-level, he must be at least the peak of the seventh-level! Captain, now is not the time to discuss his strength. Whether it is the seventh or eighth level, it makes no difference to us at this stage! If the seventh-level can't beat it, the eighth-level can't beat it either."

"No hurry." Fang Xiu's tone was still calm, as if he didn't take the angel's son, who was suspected to be at the peak of the seventh-level, seriously at all.

However, he was not in a hurry. Wuwei and others were almost anxious to death. Not everyone could face the gaze of the descendants of the strange god. Even if they were at the sixth level, they could still clearly feel the pervasive whispers pouring into their hearts.

At this time, the voice of the black god suddenly sounded.

"Fang Xiu! Because of you, I have to let the son of angel come in advance in an incomplete state. Do you know your sin!"

His voice was indifferent and grand, and there seemed to be whispers of the strange god in his words, and the direction of the voice was from the huge eyes in the sky.

Wuwei and others were shocked after hearing this. Such a terrifying son of angel is not a complete body? If it is not a complete body, it has exceeded the seventh level of forbidden strangeness, and it is suspected to be a peak of the seventh level. If it is a complete body, wouldn’t it be the eighth level! ?

Eighth level! What is that concept? No one knows, and no one wants to know.

The sixth level is already a terrestrial immortal, and it can withstand nuclear bombs without dying, which is completely beyond the scope of humans. The seventh level of forbidden tricks can be used to seal all space nodes. What about the eighth level? Isn't it an existence that can destroy the world with a breath?

In response to the black god's accusation, Fang Xiu only replied: "Don't blame others for your own waste."

The black god was instantly enraged, and his voice became more and more crazy, as if he was on the verge of losing his mind: "You damn heretic! I will judge you personally!

Do you know that it is because of you that these pious people will die! They could have lived peacefully and happily until the age of 30, and then dedicated everything to the Son of Angel, but now the Son of Angel has come early, and these pious people can only sacrifice everything now for the growth of the Son of Angel!"

"My Lord Bishop! It is our supreme honor to be able to dedicate everything to the Son of Angel!" Countless devout believers who knelt on the ground raised their heads, looked at the huge eyes in the sky fanatically, and shouted wildly.

"We can't wait until we are thirty, we can't wait even a moment, we have to dedicate ourselves now!" The believers became more and more fanatical.

Yang Ming, who was standing by, saw this scene. Even though the praises gave him a splitting headache, he still couldn't help but complain: "No, buddy, you are fucking idiots, right?"

However, no one paid attention to him, and everyone was immersed in enthusiasm and piety.

At this moment, the crazy voice of the black God was trembling a little: "Good! Good! Good! You are all the most devout believers, and the glory of the Son of Angel will always shine on you!"

As he said that, the huge eyes in the sky were faintly filled with tears of emotion.

"For the Son of Angel!"

"For the Son of Angel!!"

The devout shouts were deafening, as if everyone in the entire holy city was shouting in unison!

At the same time, they pulled out the daggers they had prepared and stabbed them into their hearts fiercely. The weirdest thing was that even before these people died, there was no pain on their faces, only piety!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of bodies falling to the ground continued to be heard. For a moment, the entire holy city became a dead city. All the believers committed suicide. After their death, their bodies began to fade and melted like candles.

The entire ground was full of colorful liquid, as if the earth was a huge palette and someone had spilled and mixed the paint on it.

Everyone was shocked by the crazy scene in front of them. They had come all the way here before, and roughly estimated that there were probably hundreds of thousands of people living in the entire holy city, and now, hundreds of thousands of people were all dead, or they committed suicide.

The next moment, the paints made from the corpses began to float as if they were not affected by gravity, and then turned into tens of thousands of streams of water, flowing madly towards the sky and into the huge eyes.

The chaotic paint covered the huge eyes in the sky, just like a child mixing all the colors of plasticine together and kneading them into a ball.

Now, Fang Xiu also completely understood why those people lost all colors after they died. It turned out that everything became the nourishment of the Son of Angel.

The Black God's voice sounded in tears: "Fang Xiu! Look at the good things you have done! It was you who forced these devout believers to death. They were so pious and kind, but now they died because of you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, are you fucking wrong? How can you blame us for everything? Do you know that the way you look now makes us look like villains?" Yang Ming cursed in dissatisfaction.

"Young friend Yang, there is no need to waste words with him. Haven't you realized that he has gone mad? If what I have predicted is correct, the Son of Angel must have a carrier to come to the world, and the Black God is His carrier. He has been severely polluted and has gone mad. It will probably not be long before even his own consciousness is annihilated."