Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Kunguna said in a sinister tone.

"You gods are the real trouble. For example, you, don't you also have a younger version of Kunguna?"

"Then what do you want to do? Just play with Shaoming Kungu, won't you? The two of you are of one mind and body, you can play whatever you want, and even if you die, it's consensual, and you don't need to pay compensation. Why bother us mortals?"

As Liu Zheng spoke, he walked up to Kunguna.

"I told you you'd die, are you ready now?"

He raised his hoof and asked.

"You are the one who should die, mortal!"

Kunguna suddenly straightened up, and the flag he held high pierced straight towards Liu Zheng, like a long spear.

"No, you're supposed to be a god, why are all your moves so low and vulgar?"

He usually complains while waving his hooves.

The horse's hooves collided with its eyes, and the resulting gust of wind made Kunguna's long robes flutter wildly.

"Da da da!"

Liu Zheng was pushed back three steps by the reaction force, while Kunguna took a step back, smashing the beauty's corpse into a cloud of blood mist.

Judging from the number of steps retreated, this wave was a huge advantage for Kunguna.

After all, it's just a cosplay outfit imitating the skill level, and even the cosplay outfit itself isn't very lifelike.

The other party is a genuine god, and a local from the metropolis, not one of those country bumpkin rulers from Atlantis.

However, Liu Zheng remained nonchalant, merely turning his hooves around.

Kunguna, however, stared solemnly at his banner, a hoofprint clearly imprinted in the center of the horse's eye.

"how is this possible?"

His tone was full of disbelief.

This is not a tongue, but His banner, which is essentially an aggregate of divine power.

Even if mortals can harm Him, they cannot change the form of divine power.

Now, hoofprints are left on His banner, which means that the divine structure of that area has been destroyed.

"How could a mortal possibly harm a god?!"

Kunguna cried out.

"No, have you lost your mind from staying in the countryside for too long?"

Liu Zheng remained silent.

"It's one thing for you to brag outside, but there are plenty of ordinary people in the metropolis who could easily beat you up."

Even this low-spec version of the bull and horse had to fight Kunguna to a standstill, let alone the bull and horse itself.

As for the legendary deliveryman, I reckon one punch would be enough to knock the shit out of him.

"Those who insult the gods shall die!"

With his vital organs injured, Kungu was truly enraged this time.

He inserted his hands into his swollen belly and then tore it open.

A fetal version of Kunduna sprang out from inside, crashing into Liu Zheng along with its long umbilical cord.

"Fuck!"

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly spurred his horse.

A fast and sharp jab landed squarely on the head of the fetus, Kunguna.

Normally, the bones of an infant's skull are not tightly joined, so there are many gaps, which are called fontanelles.

The diamond-shaped gap formed by the sutures between the two frontal bones and the two parietal bones on the top of the head is called the anterior fontanelle, which is the largest gap.

Therefore, pediatricians and experienced elders will advise against touching the top of a baby's head.

However, Liu Zheng's hooves did not feel any softness; instead, it felt as if he had stepped on a titanium alloy steel plate.

"hiss!"

He retracted his hooves and retreated on his three legs.

In reality, the fetus Kunguna's strength is not great, but his physique as a cosplayer is far inferior to the original.

So, just now, Liu accidentally injured himself and suffered a minor fracture.

"You've felt the power of the gods, haven't you, mortal? How can your inferior, fabricated body compare to my innate divine form?"

Kunguna said smugly.

"You look more like a clown than a god with that smug look on your face."

"Our battle is less a battle between a god and a mortal, and more a battle between a normal person and a clown."

"No wonder you can only come to this kind of rural bathhouse to vent your frustrations, instead of going to the celestial river where the Great Sun God goes to enjoy himself."

"You weren't banned from bathing in the Milky Way because you're ugly and cheap, were you?"

"How pitiful, how pitiful! Disliked by the other gods, he can only keep himself company."

"There's no god who would want to be paired with you, and this baby was conceived by yourself, wasn't it?"

"A god as pathetic as you should find a place where no one can see you and quietly commit suicide. That way, you can reduce the death rate in the metropolis a little."

"After all, the thought of dying the same way as you makes everyone unwilling to die."

Liu Zheng spoke at breakneck speed, yet every word was clearly audible to Kunguna.

"Mortal, I want you dead! Aaaaaaah!"

Chapter 405 Legendary Deliveryman Set Activation

Amidst Kunguna's roar, devoid of any divine form, the fetus Kunguna's image gradually changed.

The deformed facial features became normal, the rough skin became smooth, and the blemishes turned into a crystal-clear white like jade.

In the blink of an eye, a deformed fetus that could give you nightmares at first glance has been transformed into a little angel that would make adoptive parents fight over it.

If the deputy minister were still alive, he would recognize him as the benevolent god, Shaoming Kunguna.

"Insulting the gods, you mortal, you deserve to die!"

"Young Kunguna said with a sorrowful expression."

"Mortal, you deserve to die!"

Kunguna said with a distorted expression.

The two gods spoke and then fell silent at the same time, and then they leaned forward.

Two flags, one large and one small, suddenly detached from the body, with the smaller flag inserting directly into the eye of the larger flag.

"I am the son of God, Shaoyan, and now I will be punished by the gods and beheaded by the evil demon!"

Kunguna and the young Kunguna reverted to their expressionless faces, their tone filled with arrogance.

Then, the flag was raised high and then fell heavily.

A faint, ethereal aura emanated from the flag and hurtled towards Liu Zheng.

"What the hell is this? A massacre-style technique?"

He couldn't help but complain.

If you were to die from such a move, you'd be too embarrassed to be buried in a cemetery after you die.

If someone from the neighboring cemetery greets you, how will you respond?

"Brother, I was hacked to death. How did you die?"

"Ah, I... I was killed by someone smashing me with a funeral banner."

Yeah, just thinking about it makes me wish I could just disappear completely, body and soul.

As Liu Zheng was lost in thought, he opened his mouth and spat out the butcher's knife.

I don't know if it's the system's weird sense of humor, but after turning into a cow or horse, the way to take out items also became the same as that of a cow or horse.

He gripped the butcher's knife between his two hooves and slashed forward horizontally.

Although this is far less flexible than throwing a punch directly, it is safer.

After all, cosplay can be destroyed, and there are risks involved in direct physical contact with such filth.

"Shh!"

The butcher's knife whistled through the air, leaving a trail of blades in its wake.

Liu Zheng's back was also sunken in, and a large chunk of flesh inside had been devoured by the "Spirit of Self-Eating".

And the butcher's knife, after satisfying its prey, did not falter; its serrated edges emitted a scarlet light, like a shark that had just torn apart its prey.

The shark's teeth quickly snapped into the flag, making a teeth-grinding chewing sound.

Liu Zhengshuang's front hooves sank, and his hind hooves also knelt down under the immense pressure.

The crimson light surrounding the butcher's knife dissipated, and the blade itself bent slightly.

The divine son Shao Yanming, who revealed his true form, was indeed terrifyingly powerful; he damaged a high-quality item just by appearing in the funeral procession.

His power was equally formidable, completely suppressing this incomplete ox-horse.

"Moo~"

At the critical moment, Liu Zheng let out a long, drawn-out moo.

His body, already torn apart by "burning rage," split open further, and a massive amount of blood gushed out, not even having time to be collected.

However, this blood was not wasted; it was all absorbed by the simulated cow and horse skin.

The crimson torrent flowed toward the bull's head, eventually converging at its nose.

"Moo!"

With a short moo, two streams of blood-red steam shot out from its wide-open, round nostrils.

Liu Zheng's kneeling hind legs also lifted up, allowing him to stand upright.

"what!"

He shouted out his true voice, and the butcher's knife that had been pressed against his shoulder by the flag quickly retracted and then slashed out again, directly knocking the flag flying backward.

"Huchi~huchi~"

Liu Zheng resumed standing on all fours, his two blood-stained nostrils opening and closing as he gasped for breath.

Since it's already a simulated body, using such extreme techniques puts an even greater burden on it.

Fortunately, his physical attributes were not low, and he also had the "Flesh and Blood Regeneration" ability to assist him, otherwise he would have died instantly from that attack.

"I must say, as a mortal, your performance has exceeded my expectations."

Shao Yanming swayed his waist, and the flag flying in the air also spun around, turning into a head-forward position.

"Unfortunately, your story ends here."

He suddenly ripped off his robe, exposing his ugly body completely.

Then He bent down and began to sway his body in a certain rhythm, while muttering incantations.

The wailing singing style and exaggerated movements reminded Liu Zheng of Noh, a traditional Japanese drama.

However, he couldn't understand the lyrics at all.

The language didn't seem to be the common language of the metropolis, but rather the language of the gods in this lineage, so the system didn't translate it for him.

However, Liu Zheng didn't need to understand it; he only needed to know that Shao Yanming was unleashing a powerful attack.

"A perfect move, anyone can do that."

He lowered his head and pawed at the floor with his left hind hoof, eventually digging a deep hole.

His horns gradually lengthened, and spiral patterns appeared on them.