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Chapter 127 Finally Became a God Slayer

Pierce Mercator's heart! ! "Wang Ze ordered. He also had considerations in making this decision, although it is clear that Veleslana, the God of the Eastern Army, is stronger than the Phoenician God King who was seriously injured and barely recovered in terms of combat power and divinity. Some, varied and more difficult.

Even facing two Mercator is better than facing a military god with various means. Wang Ze, who is extremely lacking in means, thinks so.

If Gungnir killed the God of War first, Wang Ze's next pressure would be greatly reduced.

But Wang Ze doesn't know whether Gungnir, who has the attribute of "immediate death", can really kill the military god Veleslana, who is the same personality as Gungnir.

In addition, the two powers of Welleslana are all life-saving or recovery, and the ram as the main recovery can even achieve the terrifying effect of resurrection, which greatly reduces the chance of Wang Ze killing him.

If he is the first to attack him, Wang Ze himself may face great risks. Wang Ze will never gamble with his life on the power of [Gungnir].

Male sheep: It can only be activated in the state of dying, and can obtain abnormal recovery ability, and can even be revived.

Camel: Activated when receiving a certain amount of damage, the body strength increases, has superb fighting ability, and the wound will heal quickly.

[Gungnir] Under Gungnir's terrifying power, even the space rippled, and [Gungnir] shook the gun head, and an invisible force instantly shattered the space. [Gungnir] The whole body was shaken, breaking the shackles of time and space in an instant.In the blink of an eye, from beside Bai Ling in the depths of the forest, he appeared in the battlefield in the sky as if jumping.

Mercator, who was having fun fighting with the war god Veleslana, felt a chill behind his back, and felt a burst of heart palpitations instantly, which gave him a locked-in feeling, and the shadow of death shrouded his body.

At this time, his intuition that had been tempered in the battlefield guided him, and in that instant, he put the [Pursuit] and [Exile] sticks on his chest in an attempt to block the attack of [Gungnir].

As the most powerful sharpshooter in Norse mythology, how could it be able to stop it?
I saw that Gungnir pierced through the two weapons with overwhelming momentum, and continued to rush forward with his invincible posture, which was bound to destroy everything in front of him with his terrifying and desperate power.

The weapon was pierced through, and Mercator stared at the red spear that appeared out of nowhere with eyes that were about to explode.His face was full of astonishment and fear, no matter how hard he tried, there was a feeling that he couldn't escape, the spear had locked him.

Mercator's hair burst like a mouse meeting a cat, and cold sweat gradually left his face.

Like the feeling of facing a natural enemy, Mercator felt that he would really die! ! !He was afraid, he was afraid of the Phoenician god-king.He is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of being aggrieved by death.If dying here today is something he cannot tolerate, he doesn't even know who his opponent is.

The big man let out a deafening roar: "I am the god of this island, God King Mercator!!!"

"Ahhhh!!!" Locusts flew out of Mercato's body, densely packed in a line, charging forward fearlessly.

Around Mercator, monstrous seawater condensed constantly, and the lightning and seawater merged to form a powerful barrier in an attempt to resist 【Gungnir】.

But Gungnir, who has the attribute of "must hit", is obviously not something that can be blocked by these.

In the legendary gun of cause and effect, the [effect] that is killed before the [cause] of the gun hit has already appeared.

The fate of demise was locked before the hit, and Mercator was already dead at the moment it was issued.

So all resistance is useless, and the fate of extinction is doomed.

The spear point pierced the chest, and the flower of blood exploded on the chest. Mercato's huge body was opened with a big hole in the chest, and the hot blood continued to flow as if it didn't cost money.

Mercator clasped his chest with his palms, and the blood kept slipping from the gap between his fingers just like his life at this moment.

Mercator looked at his miserable appearance and smiled: "Warrior from afar, you defeated the great god-king Baal Haddad, can you let me see your appearance. Even the appearance of the enemy I fell down without seeing it, and I will be ridiculed to death by my group of old buddies when I go back."

Of course, what Mercator meant was returning to the mythology, and wanting to see the enemy might be his last stubbornness.

As the god-king of Phoenicia, Wang Ze admired his heroic and open-minded qualities. Even if he was killed like a sneak attack, he didn't have the slightest bit of resentment.

Even though he was killed by the enemy with one move, he did not let go of his pride. He was open-minded in the face of death, which made people feel respect from the bottom of his heart.

Wang Ze took a deep breath, although doing so may put him in danger or even the threat of death.

Wang Ze, who had been calmly facing the battle, admitted that he was impulsive. Even if Mercato hadn't fought back at the deathbed, it would be a reckless act to expose himself when he was clearly in a favorable dark side, and it was not the best choice at the moment.

But Wang Ze felt that he should pay high respect to this big man, as a warrior.

The mental power surged wildly, "Boom!" A big tree collapsed to the ground and made a loud noise.

Mercator's huge body passed backwards, and a young man appeared in his eyes.

That boy stood in the dense forest and looked at him without fear.

"Hahahaha, brave boy, the great Mercator will come back and challenge you again, so don't sneak attack next time."

The big man who had run out of fuel laughed, leaving his last voice in this world.Wang Ze knew that Mercator was returning to mythology. Even if they were killed, these [Gods of Disobedience] would not really die. As long as their myths existed and their legends were sung, they would never die. really die
But maybe we can really meet again in the future?

Wang Ze suddenly felt a force pulling his soul, and suddenly the screen changed, and he came to a vast place.Everything in sight is gray, and even extends to the end of the horizon, and there is nothing but gray.The whole world is like a watercolor in gray tones.

In the haze, Wang Ze's self-awareness began to wake up.

Wang Ze, who was awake, covered his head early.

(End of this chapter)