Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

With indescribable hatred in her soft voice, the white-haired woman stretched out her palm towards the dark moon. The next moment, the black moon suddenly erupted with majestic magic power, and the pitch-black mucus flowed down into countless pieces. The endless black arms, they fell from the sky across the sky, heading towards the countless soul fragments of the god of death.

Whether it's the corner of the forest or the dark clouds in the sky, nothing can cover these soul-hunting arms. The main consciousness of the God of Death, who is trying his best to escape, has crossed the plain and fled to the territory of many evil gods that Roja once passed by. Invading the palm of the territory, the unscrupulous evil gods and monsters fell into a deathly silence, and no one dared to speak out.

The bloody moon represents the anger of the mother god, and under her rage, even the terrifying evil gods are afraid, and not many rational monsters will instinctively avoid disasters, and in this unimpeded situation, the god of death The soul can no longer escape.

"Wait! No! No!"

Under the shadow of being chased by countless black arms, even the Grim Reaper couldn't hide his fear. A terrified roar came from his soul, but it didn't cause any fluctuations on the face of the silver-haired woman in the distance. In just a few seconds, the soul was firmly grasped by the black hands, and then retracted into the sky.

Under the light of the red moon, tens of thousands of arms gathered towards the dark moon, pulling all the souls of the god of death into the black moon. Amidst the crisp sound of corrosion, the crazy wailing of ghosts echoed in the sky. This execution-like scene It lasted for a long time before all souls were swallowed up by the black moon in the sky.

The chilling scene was staged under the eyes of everyone, and the killing of the gods deeply shocked everyone on the plain. The people following the mother god kept praying on the ground, and the gods Inside the tower, the clan heads who hurried back looked at the center of the ruins, their faces pale and silent.

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The divine tower is a creation known as a miracle itself. It is not made by any race, but one of the most important temples in Shia in this vast world. Legend has it that the original goddess looked at the moon here and felt that the night was strange. Solitude, thus creating many nocturnal races.

Thousands of years later, the heavenly pagoda was built here, making it a gathering place for many nocturnal races, and the ivory white one became the holy place in the hearts of many races, but today, this holy place that is worshiped has suffered To unprecedented destruction.

Under the extreme anger of the mother god, the barrier that the gods could not break through the tower of Tongtian was like thin paper, and even the tower body that had been blessed by countless gods also had huge cracks, but even so, the situation of the mother god Still not stable.

Under the crimson moon, the silver-white haired woman at the top of the ruins was covered in blood, holding the boy in her arms trembling violently, while in the distance, numerous guards surrounded the ruins, maintaining a deathly tranquility .

For the guards responsible for protecting Roja's safety, the boy's serious injury was enough for them to apologize for their dereliction of duty with death. Whether the tower-centered urban agglomeration can still exist this problem.

The Mother Goddess has gone berserk, this is a fact known to all people under this sky, and it is also a burden that this world cannot bear.

As a ruler, the Mother Goddess is not and cannot be a benevolent person. She has also been angry, and has punished and sanctioned others, but she has never lost control of her emotions like now.

When the strength reaches a certain level, even anger will turn into a disaster, and now the anger of the mother goddess can be called a natural disaster. Under this disaster, fear and worry fill people's brains, making everyone Panicked, while inside the ruins, the woman with silver-white hair watched the boy in her arms, wiping his blood-splattered face over and over again.

Before today, the mother goddess never thought that she would be out of control. After all, for her, the death of children is actually a very normal thing. Let alone the life that naturally withers every day, it is just the upcoming war , will bury countless lives.

The selection of the king is indeed a special existence, because it is the child who has given her the most company during the long time. As time goes by and time changes, the king selection family is always by her side, no matter how fair the children are. It is difficult to avoid a preference for her mother.

But...it should be nothing more than that, because the mother god knows that the existence she cares about does not regard her as a mother, just like most people in this world.

The identity of mother is long gone in the eyes of the world. Compared with it, there are other identities. The highland elves who are loyal to her regard her as a ruler, and the people under her rule regard her as a god. The races sided with the savior and regarded him as the greatest enemy.

The saddest thing in the world is that she regards them as her own children, but in the eyes of everyone, she has nothing to do with her.

Under such a difference, the Mother Goddess has actually gradually given up, but what she didn't expect was that just when she was about to give up this identity and bring death to many enemy children on the battlefield, she once let her get close to her. The selection of the king who can't get up has changed.

When the black-haired boy looked at her who was merciful, not taking it for granted but showing a puzzled face, the Mother Goddess's heart inevitably fluctuated, because what flashed in Roja's eyes was to explore the connection between the two. Light, in this light, the Mother Goddess's attitude towards it is constantly softening, and the change in Roja's attitude is becoming more and more obvious.

Between the thrones, when the black-haired boy was in a dilemma because of lying, the mother goddess felt a faint emotion after a long absence. The awakened mother's love in her heart made her want to do something, but she was worried that it would scare Luo Luo. Ya, the end result is to leave it in the safest place.

From the very beginning, the mother goddess never thought that Roja would betray her, but what she didn't expect was that her actions were spotted by the enemy, and love turned into a disaster, and it came to Roja in this form body.

Witnessing the blood-stained child, the tears in the mother's eyes were uncontrollable. The moment the young man said the word "mother" after a thousand years, the mother's heart was already broken, and the self-blame in her heart was even more difficult to describe in words.

"Mother God, please calm down!"

The familiar voice rang in the ear, which made the mother goddess's chaotic consciousness a little clearer. The silver-haired woman raised her head and found that the person who walked up to her was the familiar patriarch of the highland elves, but it was a pity that even Michelle could not It was difficult to divert the attention of the mother god. After a slight glance at the man, the mother god looked back at the child in her arms.

The tower made a rumbling noise and seemed to be about to collapse, but the huge amount of mana power that was continuously released with the emotional fluctuations of the mother goddess did not stop, and even intensified. Looking at such a mother goddess, Michelle felt anxious However, at this critical moment, a weak call interrupted the grief and indignation of the mother goddess, and also won peace for the world.

"...Please calm down, I'm fine, mother."

"!"

At the critical moment, the black-haired boy said this weakly, and opened his eyes in the arms of the mother god.

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"I really didn't expect that I would come to this place under such circumstances."

In the dark library, Roya Acate looked at the rows of towering bookshelves nearby and said this, with a little surprise and doubt on his face.

When sleeping in the historical fragments, he would occasionally meet with the guidance of the ancient gods. This is something Roja already knew, but the situation today is a bit different. Roja did not go through that grotesque world, but directly appeared in the in front of Adavia.

"Is a coma also considered sleeping? Or are you the one who brought me here?"

"Hehe, although I really want to communicate with you, it's a pity that I don't dare to act rashly in the presence of that guy."

Seemingly propping her cheeks happily, the brown-haired girl said so with some excitement, answering the doubts in Roja's heart.

"It's not because of me that you can come here, but because of death."

"Huh? What?"

???

Hearing the little evil god's words, the black-haired boy was slightly taken aback, then his eyes widened, and he asked a question in disbelief.

If Roja's memory is correct, he did see the Mother Goddess before he fell into a coma, that is to say, the attempt to communicate with the soul through Adavia was successful. In that case, Roja would be fine.

Although the mother goddess has no rumors of a divine doctor, she is so powerful that it should be very easy to heal Roja's injury. In fact, the young man did feel the wound heal before he fell into a coma.

The so-called death puzzled Roja, but Adavia gave the answer with a giggle when he saw such a boy.

"Yes, it is the real death, or you have already died once."

"what do you mean......"

"Hehe, it seems that you don't know much about death. Human death is roughly divided into soul and body. Strictly speaking, your body has already died before."

"..."