It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

The golden hair swayed slightly in the hurricane of destruction, the white eyelashes were long and thick, and there was a smile in Edwin's eyes.

"I asked you to come over and play, and you played it quite uniquely."

Ling Chen glanced at Edwin with cold eyes, "What are you doing here?"

Edwin raised his eyebrows: "Alas, I gave up some opportunities and came to find you."

Ling Chen twirled his gun: "Really? Then—how about we have a competition?"

Let’s see who can kill faster.

Edwin looked at the nine golden magic circles and smiled wickedly, "That's exactly what I meant."

The Moon Goddess's presence on the battlefield made Fu Zijin's expression pause slightly. He leaped into the sky. No matter where he went, the moon hanging high in the sky would always be watching his every move.

……

The players never dreamed that a group of gods were fighting not far away.

They only saw flashes of light and shadows on the horizon. It was not a battlefield that mortals could set foot on.

The game that was originally about finding question cards was forcibly attracted by the battle lights and shadows.

Suddenly, someone pointed at a streak of light in the sky and whispered, "Why is the nun there too? What happened there?"

After the nine magic circles appeared, the pupils of the Goddess of Judgement dilated slightly. She didn't expect that there was a strange person in this game.

When she arrived at the battlefield, the battle was almost over.

Everything around fell into deathly silence, with dust flying and corpses scattered everywhere.

Countless Zerg remains were scattered across the ground, the filthy corpses mixed with the bodies of several players, and blood seeped into the soil.

Feng Wu's torso was almost torn apart by the Zerg, leaving only his head and a few body tissues.

He thought he was cunning and could reap the benefits, but in the end he was just the first cannon fodder to die on the battlefield.

The Goddess of Judgement stood on the dust, looking at the people in front of her in disbelief.

The long black hair fluttered in the wind, and the person standing next to Ling Chen was actually the high-level god Edwin.

He stood tall and straight, with a playful smile in his eyes.

Apart from a few blood stains on their bodies, the two men were spotless and had nothing to do with this battlefield.

In comparison, Fu Zijin had long lost all his previous madness. He looked half-dead, covered with scars, blood oozing from his wounds, and one of his arms had already been broken.

In the face of the suppression of absolute power, he had nothing.

Fu Zijin was forced to retreat step by step, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his gums seemed to be shattered.

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple moving up and down, and he looked calmly at the god who was looking down on them, and finally smiled softly.

Sang Zhi was seriously injured, her abdomen was pierced, and her face was as pale as paper, but she was not worried about herself.

Because this is not her real body, even if she died here, it would only be a substitute that died.

However, Fu Zijin is different. He came here in his original form. Now that he has died, it will be difficult for him to be resurrected and start over again.

Fu Zijin is very powerful in combat, but his strength has not yet recovered.

These gods were truly merciless in their attempt to strangle him in the cradle.

"Do you think I won this round or you won?" Edwin raised his eyebrows lazily and looked at Ling Chen beside him.

Ling Chen raised his pistol, aiming at Fu Zijin's head. As he uttered the words "I win," Sang Zhi yelled.

"Hurry up!" Sang Zhi rushed towards Fu Zijin with almost all her strength, pushed him away fiercely, and blocked the fatal blow for him.

At the same time, she crushed the purple beads. In an instant, a dazzling light burst out, and a dazzling purple nebula appeared out of thin air.

Sang Zhi blocked Ling Chen's fatal attack. Her body trembled violently at that moment, and she began to disintegrate, turning into countless dust particles that drifted away in the wind.

Fu Zijin didn't care about Sang Zhi's life or death. The time she was fighting for could not be wasted. He gritted his teeth and ran towards the purple nebula.

His eyes were fixed on the purple nebula that was so close to him, and he almost dragged his broken body towards it.

But just as he was about to touch the nebula, a cold star-moon cut through the darkness in the sky and slashed down like a sharp blade.

"Puff——" a muffled sound.

Fu Zijin's right leg was ruthlessly chopped off, blood spurted out, and pain instantly engulfed him.

His body staggered and his knees slammed heavily into the ground, making a dull echo.

Edwin tilted his head and smiled: "I win?"

Fu Zijin's eyes were bloodshot and his forehead was covered in sweat. After all this time, he was just a toy played with by the two gods.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips almost touching the brilliance of the nebula, but in the end he was powerless to move forward.

Just when he fell into complete despair, a faint chuckle sounded in the darkness.

"Heh—what a mess. Zijin, I didn't bring you back to this place to let you be so weak and cowardly."

Fu Zijin widened his eyes and looked up with difficulty. A figure slowly walked out of the nebula - Qi Ye.

Qi Ye smiled softly. He looked up at the gods not far away and bowed deeply to them: "Hello, my Lord Gods. My evil god has a gift for you."

My evil god?

The evil god Loki.

He threw a gift box onto the ground. In less than a second, a clown doll popped out of the box. Suddenly, Loki's power erupted and the entire battlefield was swept by a gust of wind.

Screams were heard everywhere, shaking the air. The sound pierced the eardrums and made the head buzz, as if it would be torn into pieces at any time.

Even the powerful gods frowned and covered their ears in pain, trying to block out the invasion of this noise.

The power of the evil god... has become even stronger...

Qi Ye acted as if nothing had happened, with a teasing smile on his face. He walked up to Fu Zijin, his purple hair blowing in the wind, and looked down at him as his ear bled.

Qi Ye didn't care whether his men were injured or not. He easily lifted up Bo Zijin's collar and lifted him up like a helpless doll.

Fu Zijin closed his eyes tightly, and before he could make a sound, his body was forcibly taken away from the battlefield by Qi Ye.

Qi Ye waved his hand as if saying goodbye. The light of the purple nebula gradually dissipated and the two disappeared in an instant.

After a long moment, Edwin rubbed his ears speechlessly and said, "It's not Loki who's coming."

Ling Chen picked up the gift box and tried to find any trace of the evil god.

Mingluo looked at Edwin and Ling Chen, "Don't you... want to say anything?"

Ling Chen is a god who only appeared in the second level. In this battlefield and ruins, the Zerg he prepared would probably be useless.

Ling Chen turned his head and smiled: "What is there to say? There are too many people who covet Xiao Huai, don't you think -"

His eyes fell on the white-haired figure in the distance. Chaos didn't know how long he had been standing there. It seemed that even if he didn't have to come, Chaos would not just watch Xiao Huai being bullied by the God Eater.

Ling Chen is unruly and indulgent. He doesn't care about these rules and regulations. If he doesn't like someone, he will fight until the person submits.

He has commanded countless battles. Is it possible that he can't even protect a human who is interested?