The God Killer in the American Comics World

The extremely arrogant and arrogant words, accompanied by the aftermath of the five thunders, rippled through the world.

The declaration full of murderous intent swept the whole city together with his power.

Whether as a melon-eater or a participant, Ange reluctantly admits that Black Adam, who looks very much like [The Rock], can definitely give him 99 points for this appearance. The 1 point less is due to fear. He is proud.

But even the widowed sister in Ange's arms could easily tell that he really didn't expect Black Adam to come and kill him at this moment.

To be honest, a real hunter would never mind if his two prey bite each other, and only after they are exhausted, they would run out and kill both prey.

But Kratos (Ange) ran out early and killed the people of the motherland. Now Black Adam comes to kill but can't find an opponent. What the hell is this?

A new type of head-stealing?

This scene was so ridiculous that even the widowed sister, who is known to be accustomed to big scenes, was dumbfounded by it.

Over there, Black Adam had a strange look on his face, and he was muttering.

Could it be that the so-called man from the motherland who wanted to attack me was killed by just one blow?

How dare you, such a novice, come out and show off in public?

This typical mismatch made Black Adam unable to deal with it.

The widowed sister gritted her teeth. She still hugged Ange's neck with both hands, but her face was not affectionate or sexy, but serious.

"Kratos! I know you are not the one who caused Black Adam. But Black Adam is undoubtedly the enemy of the world. Can you please fight him to protect New York?"

Ange opened his mouth and said, "No..."

He himself has no resistance to killing Black Adam. After all, Black Adam should be pretty strong and can provide him with some basic attributes. He was just very unhappy that the people from his motherland were so cruel that they even died and left him a hole.

What’s interesting is that as soon as he said the first word ‘no’, the style of the second half of the sentence changed and it became “You don’t need me.”

The widowed sister understood it at a glance.

In the sky, I don’t know when there was a majestic being wearing a blue coat and a red cloak.

The ceiling of Earth's combat power - Superman, makes a grand appearance.

The strong wind blew through the sky, lifting Da Chao's eye-catching red cloak.

He stared at Black Adam with his piercing eyes, and his clear voice echoed in the sky: "Black Adam! I don't care what grudges you have with the motherland and the Seven. This is not your killing spree in New York. reason!”

Black Adam has never been a good-tempered guy. He crossed his arms and slowly flew higher than the Super Bowl, deliberately overlooking the patron saint of New York and even the earth: "I can give you a face, Superman. Hand over that bastard from the motherland. I’ll take his head and leave.”

Dachao was stunned.

How can he find a native to give to Black Adam? This is already the headquarters of the Watt Group. If the native is not here, where else can he go?

Dachao actually had no choice but to fight, because the newspaper office he worked for was only three blocks away from here, and the shock wave just now had already harmed his newspaper office!

However, as an extraordinary being with the most powerful [clairvoyance] and [wind-proof ears] on earth, Dachao tilted his head and easily locked onto Ange, who was a kilometer away.

Ange did not avoid Dachao's sight.

He tilted his head, and Dachao's clairvoyance immediately followed his gaze and saw the black widow holding a broken stars-and-stripes cape in his arms.

This time Dachao was also dumbfounded.

Ange knew that Superboy could hear it, and he opened his tiger lips slightly: "That bastard from the Motherland is going to rape my comrades in the Battle of New York. After I received the news, I came over and killed him first. Superman, you can kill Black Adam." Give it to me."

What the hell is this? This consecutive own goal is huge.

If it had been anyone else, Dachao Guan wouldn't have really given it up.

It happened that the person who said this was Kratos - the man who had protected him many times.

Da Chao has long recognized in his heart that Kratos is a good buddy that he must never betray.

Dachao turned his head: "Black Adam, sorry news. The people of the motherland died before you came."

"Dead?" The word "disbelief" was written on Black Adam's face. He sneered: "You said you are dead? Then who should bear the sin of being offended by me!?"

He is worthy of being a famous anti-hero in history. His words are more arrogant and domineering than Ange remembered.

This is where things get interesting.

Ange's expression became a little exciting. Not to mention the girl next to him, even he couldn't tell whether the smile hanging on the leather case that clearly reflected his facial expression was a joke. Is it cold? Or is it excitement?

Before killing the gods, Ange's mentality had always been to give priority to the word "gou".

Now that he is the real God of War, it would be too boring to continue.

He slowly put the widowed sister down and raised his right hand slightly. The Tragedy of Troy, which was connected to his soul, immediately appeared from the void. The neighing of the three divine horses was extremely clear in the sky that had just become silent.

He turned over and jumped onto the chariot, and two Amazon female warriors were already accompanying him.

Just like that, this shining golden chariot crossed the sky and entered the center of the battlefield.

Seeing the menacing Anger trio, Black Adam felt unhappy.

He snorted coldly: "I hate it when others stand taller than me!"

The violent thunder came almost at the raising of a hand.

Black Adam borrows the power of the ancient Egyptian sun god Aton: it not only provides energy for Black Adam's magical thunderbolt, but also gives Black Adam the ability to control lightning.

Unfortunately, he hit the wrong target this time.

Anger's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm: "You have the nerve to use the borrowed power to play with it?"

Anger stretched out his free left hand, and the moment his five fingers opened, the entire space in front of the chariot seemed to tremble slightly, and countless purple-blue wind element law lines spread out from his fingertips.

These lines intertwined with each other, weaving into trapezoidal squares, and then forming a huge net.

The lightning thrown by Black Adam hit the net heavily, and at that moment the violent thunder suddenly slowed down and turned into a sharp electric current sound.

The thick lightning turned into thousands of struggling and twisted lightning snakes, as if trying to break free from this net of wind element law with more powerful control. However, when they twisted, except for emitting dazzling light, all struggles were in vain.

Only the most discerning people could see that the lightning actually stopped slowly, turned into a docile thunder ball, jumped into Kratos's hand, and let him roll it into a round and flattened ball.

"How is this possible!?" Black Adam finally lost his voice.

Anger's cold laugh echoed everywhere: "This is New York! There is no place for the six Egyptian gods to run wild!"

Suddenly, his true identity was exposed, and the blood on Black Adam's face faded on the spot, and his originally black face became even darker.

Being able to borrow the power of the six Egyptian gods is indeed an amazing achievement.

The problem is, how can the borrowed power be compared with the real gods?

Black Adam finally realized that he had hit a wall.