Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

"Becoming a god?"

Lin Qiye was very surprised. Why was it so sudden?

Lin Xuan on the side was also stunned.

Wang Mian's deification means the fall of Chronos, the god of time.

In the original work, Chronos fell because Zeus joined forces with Lucifer, who defected to Cthulhu, and killed him with a two-on-one fight.

But it is hard to say whether Chronos is really dead.

After all, at the end of the original novel, the other party reappeared and caught everyone off guard.

Lin Xuan was more inclined to believe that the other party was faking his death and hiding in a space-time rift.

Or he was brought back from the past time and space by the god-like King Mian.

After all, the time thugs don't care about the order of time.

A barely perceptible sadness flashed across Wang Mian's eyes.

He recalled the moment when he was a child and was about to be hit head-on by a truck.

At that moment, the fear of death enveloped my heart.

At that moment, time was paused.

The God of Time with white hair and white clothes appeared in front of him and stretched out his hand towards him.

Ask yourself if you want to live.

I held that hand myself.

Although becoming a god's agent means that he has to fulfill the agent's mission, the other party has never urged him and has not set a time limit. It is almost a very Buddhist attitude.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to survive the accident caused by the slippery road, and I wouldn't be alive until now, and I wouldn't have met so many companions who are worthy of trust and formed the Masked Team.

But now, the other party is dead.

The time rings in Wang Mian's eyes became brighter and brighter, and with every move he made, it seemed as if the ripples of time were flowing through his fingertips.

His breath continued to rise until it finally broke through the shackles.

The divine power of the God of Time spread out like a giant silver hammer falling from the sky, striking everyone on the head.

Time and space are trembling.

Just as everyone was about to step forward to congratulate them, they heard a loud bang.

A wisp of blood mist suddenly appeared on Wang Mian's body, and then turned into a wisp of white silk thread, floating in the air.

A series of blood mists burst out from his body, like a bunch of blooming scarlet flowers.

Wang Mian covered his mouth and coughed violently, with scarlet blood dripping from his palms.

He imitated the old king and activated the power of time where the white silk thread exploded, and gathered it back.

To others, the silver circles connected at both ends in his eyes kept flashing.

“This is the Dao of Transformation.”

Lin Qiye looked serious. Having seen Zhou Pinghua's Dao before, he naturally knew what was going on.

The essence of the Dao of Transformation is that the human body is unable to bear the strength of its own realm.

No one else can help with this.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was standing by, looked at Wang Mian and recalled the silver threads that had originally dissipated, and reminded him,

"Don't over-reverse time, as this will consume too much of your divine power.

You must try to control the force and reverse the flow of time within the small area of ​​the Dao. Otherwise, when your divine power is exhausted, that will be the time of your death."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mian immediately began to manipulate the power of time, trying to control it within the smallest area.

During this process, the speed at which his body exploded significantly increased.

The pain of transformation assaulted his mind all the time.

No one knew his expression beneath the mask. All they could see were his silver eyes, as bright as stars, twinkling constantly.

……

The Battle of Chennan Pass was completely over. The two celestial masters chased Zeus into the depths of the fog and disappeared.

The Greek gods also fled in all directions.

Who knows when those two great Xia Tian masters will come back.

They don't want to die.

But when they returned to the Greek base, they saw a strange, pure black creature sitting on the throne.

The creature looked like a four-legged cricket walking upright, with an extremely thick trunk, limbs as thin as bamboo sticks, and a narrow head.

At this moment, the other person was holding a human mobile phone in his hand. There were two irregular slits on his head without facial features, which seemed to be his two eyes, staring at the phone screen in a daze.

"Who are you and why are you sitting on the throne of the God King!"

The gods did not attack immediately, but asked cautious questions instead.

The figure ignored him and seemed to have seen something interesting on his phone, and he actually let out an extremely sharp and unpleasant laugh.

It was a soul-screaming cry. The moment the sound was heard, the gods only felt a buzzing in the space, as if countless tiny voices were whispering in their ears, luring them into an endless abyss.

"You are Cthulhu!"

The gods' faces instantly turned extremely bad, and alarm bells rang in their hearts. Some even turned around and wanted to run away.

But before the man could take a step, his body suddenly shrank, as if something had neatly cut it open from the inside and taken away all the fillings, leaving only a piece of skin floating in the wind.

The wrinkled skin fell to the ground, and the originally three-dimensional facial features were reduced to holes. They could even see the bloodless scalp behind through the holes.

Deathly silence.

Not only were they afraid to move, they even dared not swallow their saliva for fear of making a noise.

The gods only felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

This is really weird. The person who wanted to leave just now, although not the main god, was also considered to be quite powerful among them. In the end, he died inexplicably without even putting up any resistance.

Until now, they still don't know how the other died.

This dead silence lasted for a long time, until the black and red shadow's phone ran out of battery.

He tutted in dissatisfaction, put down his phone, and finally turned his gaze to the gods below. A new crack appeared below the two cracks on his face.

The three dark cracks curved into crescents, and He seemed to be smiling, but in this scene, it was so strange.

"Let me introduce myself. From today on, you are my new subordinates. You can call me Chaos, or Wonton."

Seeing that no one responded to his Daxia pun, [Chaos] tutted his words and felt bored.

"Of course, you can also choose to withdraw. I'm giving you this opportunity. If you want to leave, you can leave now."

The gods looked at each other, and finally their eyes all turned to the wrinkled divine skin on the ground.

Not a word.

"It seems that you still like me, the new God King. Very good."

[Chaos] clapped his hands happily, and the crack that could be called a mouth suddenly split open, almost penetrating the entire head.

"Well then, welcome your new students."

As the words fell, countless gray embers fell from the sky.

A crack suddenly appeared on the foreheads of the gods, and they grew a third eye.

Rather than an eyeball, it was more like countless tadpole eggs crammed together. As the eyeball turned, those tadpole egg-like things kept bursting and being squeezed into smelly black mud, and then kept splitting and piling up layer by layer.

It makes one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

"what--"

"Kill me, please kill me!"

Countless tumors emerged from their bodies, and the gods felt as if their bodies no longer belonged to them, and the pain was so severe that they could hardly breathe.

They could never have imagined that even though they had escaped from Daxia, they still could not escape the fate of death.

No, it would be worse than death!

They fell to the ground in pain, and some stretched out their hands to pinch their eyeballs on their foreheads.

There was a loud snap, and the eyeball shattered. Then there was a sharp scream, and then the person lay on the ground, motionless.

But the sarcoma is still growing.

Some of them chopped towards their own necks, intending to end their own lives, but suddenly stopped mid-attack.

Their bodies no longer belong to themselves.

Gradually, the cries of pain stopped.

This was followed by low laughs, as if a thief who had stolen a rare treasure was suppressing his excitement and joy.

Finally, at a certain moment, the snickering laugh turned into a torrent of laughter.

"Hahaha, finally, I finally understand everything. So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

"What joy, what greatness, praise the great Cthulhu!!"

“Praise the great Cthulhu!!!”

[Chaos] put one hand on his chest, stood up, and bowed to the people below, like an elegant gentleman or an actor welcoming the audience.