Chapter 170 You Are the Real Ruthless Person

The essence of divine power is ultra-high concentration of spiritual power that is full of the will of the gods. Projecting it across space is definitely a matter of staggering losses.

This thing is much more shocking than the loss of high-voltage electricity.

In a complex space, if you throw 100 points of divine power from a long distance, you may end up with only 1 point left.

Generally speaking, even if the big bullies the small, unless it is to ensure that one can win and devour the opponent's body or kingdom, no matter how powerful the gods are, they don't like to fight across spaces.

After all, most of the time, even if you win, you will also lose.

This is the advantage of fighting locally.

The current war demon is in such a difficult situation. Compared with the luxurious lineup opposite him, he is just a poor person with ten thousand yuan trying to defeat a bunch of billionaires. Even if the opponent really wants to kill him, the price is a loss of 100 million, but he can still be killed.

The only thing he hopes is that the other party will cherish the feathers and not go crazy.

This is the thought.

[War Demon God] made a decision: "This time, it's our fault! Let you deal with this waste, Botis. I don't have any objections. From now on, my subordinates and I will never get close to Mark* Destiny is within five kilometers."

"No, my lord, you can't...ah!" Butis never expected that the invincible master in his mind would sell him so simply.

All the slaves of Butis opened their mouths wide, as if they heard the most incredible thing in their lives.

But this is just the beginning, not the end.

Just as Botis was about to say something, the phantom head of the War Demon God in the western sky suddenly opened his mouth.

"sieve--"

With black as the tone, countless mottled evil auras were sucked out of Botis's body by the huge mouth. Like a meteor shower, it sank into the demon's terrifying big mouth.

You must know that whether the devil uses this kind of thing as a dog or as a dish, the complex spiritual impurities and the terrifying amount of cursed flesh and blood in its body are the most difficult things to deal with.

Since the War Demon God has given in, there is no need to give in until the end.

Anyway, we are selling the little brother who got into big trouble, why not sell it cleanly?

The demon sucked away the evil power and cursed flesh and blood of Butis, which is equivalent to peeling and deboning the pork before selling it.

It seems very cruel, but in fact the principle is the same.

With the War Demon's understanding in this way, the hostility of the gods in the Celestial Dynasty suddenly diminished a lot.

"Hmph! You are smart!" Such a voice came from the void.

The War Demon God was far away in the void and lowered his noble head to the gods on the opposite side: "[War] is of course for the strong."

Up until this point, he had not forgotten to maintain his ‘divine design’.

However, watching his number one brother scream and have his head ripped off by giant thunder hands, crushed on the spot, and then take away the body, [War Demon God]'s face is like being pressed into a cesspit by the other party. Crazy friction.

However, he really held back.

To be a demon means to be able to do things that others cannot.

To a certain extent, this is also a kind of Taoism.

As Botis's headless body was forcibly pulled into the space channel and disappeared, the pair of incomparably terrifying eyes in the sky closed.

The huge divine power disappeared over the chaotic wasteland. If it weren't for the ruins of the palace, it would seem that the serious slap in the face that just happened was just an illusion.

The exaggerated God King Group left, and in this chaotic world, the War Demon God once again became the only master here.

"Asshole——"

As an angry roar resounded throughout the world, destruction came.

On this day, the chaotic wasteland in the northwest of the 18th floor of the Bottomless Abyss completely turned into nothingness and was completely erased from the territory of the Bottomless Abyss.

Not a single demon remained as a witness.

But in the bottomless abyss, a shameful legend about a demon god began to spread...

On the other side, when Mark just disappeared, Rosalin really didn't react at the first time. She felt that her soul was floating in the sky and never came down at all.

After a brief period of confusion, she realized that Mark had disappeared.

This is very abnormal. Mark is the kind of person who likes to taste the spoils of war over and over again. He will definitely not abandon her like this. He will at least call the maid to help clean up.

He just disappeared into thin air.

As Rosalyn struggled to recall Mark's last moments, she suddenly realized something had happened to Mark.

Wearing just her pajamas, she found Helena as quickly as possible, and then Helena called Conrad, Hank and Renn.

They didn't know how to find Mark, so they could only instinctively conclude that Mark had been dragged back to the Hall of Valor.

Mark had mentioned it before, but unfortunately the Hall of Valor was not yet in normal operation, and they were usually not eligible to enter.

Acting urgently, they immediately passed the Caribbean's preset magic circle and entered the Caribbean in the spiritual world. In Mark's suite, there was a portal leading to the Hall of Valor.

Under normal circumstances, the heroic spirits guarding the magic circle would not let them in. When Helena explained it anxiously and with Hank's guarantee, the heroic knight agreed.

But at this moment, Botis' huge headless body jumped out of a torn hole in space and fell in front of the bow of the spiritual cruise ship Caribbean.

Mark's somewhat tired figure appeared in front of them: "Well, things are a bit complicated. I was just attacked by a demon general, but I called my friends to take care of it. If you... are worried, just come in."

The five most core people under Mark entered the Hall of Valor with an uneasy mood, such as Rosalin, who came in for the first time.

As soon as they entered the door, they were stunned. Several incarnations of gods who exuded a faint light and obviously looked like Mark were sitting on a few chairs in the main hall of the Hall of Heroes, bragging in a language they did not understand. fart.

Just by looking at the fluctuations on the opponent's body, they knew that the opponent was at least a god-level superpower.

Because a cardinal or something would not have such a powerful fluctuation. This was the result of these guys deliberately suppressing their own power.

Without hesitation, the five of them bowed collectively, with unconcealable nervousness on their faces.

"They... are my fellow villagers. Let's talk first, and you guys can wait outside." Mark didn't know how to explain. Could it be that my fellow villagers have all become god kings and come to support him?

"Okay!" Helena and the others immediately exited the Hall of Valor.

Back in the Hall of Valor, Mark looked at these strange and familiar guys, and finally matched them with the names represented by the gods' brands. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said in Chinese: "Thank you, brothers. I have I never thought that everyone would be so supportive.”

The burly man sitting on the right is the one Mark is most familiar with. He is the master of Basatan, Poseidon Wang Hao.

The seemingly out-of-place handsome guy on the left is McDonald, who just came to help and loves to play with thunder and lightning.

After everyone else reported their names, Mark didn't feel much sense of reality.

Because it feels like the gap in identity, status and strength between each other is too big.

Normally there is no chance to sit at a table.

Mark, who was fearless, felt cramped for the first time.

Wang Hao patted Mark on the shoulder: "Young man, don't be nervous. After all, you are the same as us."

"No, we are too far apart."

McDonald smiled evilly and shook his right index finger: "No, no, no! There are some things that we can see even if you haven't become a god. It's better to say that we are not as good as you."

"Not as good as me?" Mark was stunned.

The guy who called himself Duke smiled bitterly: "McDonald's and I made our fortune purely by relying on the plot of Azeroth. In comparison, we admire you more. You are the real ruthless person."

"How could I be so cruel?" Mark was confused.

Duke seemed to want to say something. He opened his mouth and moved it, but no sound came out.

After several seconds, he suddenly realized: "Damn it! Is it really prohibited by the laws of the world? We are too restricted here."

Not only him, but in the next second, these figures suddenly became a bit ethereal and more transparent.

Wang Hao sighed: "Our clone projection here is very unstable. I can only say that your place is too special."

McDonald responded: "Yes! As soon as something happened to you, we all came here. It's just that I was lucky enough to find 'you'."

McDonald's aggravated tone made Mark realize that the other party had something to say.

Wang Hao patted Mark's shoulder again, but this time, his clone's palm turned into a shadow and passed directly through Mark's shoulder. Looking at his own hand, he sighed: "Oh! Mark, if you have anything to do in the future, please do it again." You can continue to call us, but it’s hard to say whether we can make it in time.”

McDonald simply said: "I'll help you change the head of that bastard Buttis. It can be used, but try not to use it for fighting. If you don't have the knowledge of the Demon God General, you will be at a disadvantage if you use the Demon God General's power."

Seeing these fellow villagers arrive unexpectedly and leave in a hurry after helping, Mark felt extremely strange.

Mark couldn't help but ask the question he was most concerned about: "Wait! I have a dice that can tell the future destiny. Why don't I have to pay for using it?"

McDonald was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He was speechless, but he could take advantage of the situation.

He moved his lips, and from that movement, Mark could understand that he said three words - paid!

Have you paid?

What does it mean?

At this time, the shadow of Wang Hao's incarnation was so faint that it was almost invisible. During the last time that his will stayed in this world, his words floated into Mark's ears.

"Be bold...think...and do it! This is...the only...life..."

After that, all Mark’s fellow Chinese people disappeared out of thin air in front of him.

Mark looked at the place where they disappeared, feeling disappointed and unable to recover for a long time.

Soon, Mark heard footsteps.

Helena and the others came over, and Helena looked a little weird: "Those gods left us with some insights and knowledge about power in some way, we..."

Mark waved his hand: "Use it! It's absolutely safe!"