Chapter 524

It is the King of Scaled Fangs.

At this moment, his right shoulder has almost disappeared, and his abdomen has a penetrating wound that is transparent from front to back and cannot heal.

Staggering and holding his intestines, he ran wildly toward the crack.

"Join forces! Let's kill our way back together, cut off the space connection, close the space gate, and come back to settle accounts with them in one hundred thousand years."

The Star of Flesh and Blood didn't know where he popped out from, his spikes like stars were broken clean, half of his head was gone, and half of his mouth was roaring hysterically.

People's expressions were a bit strange.

Isn't this just elementary school students making threats to fight?

Like "Don't leave after school if you have the ability." This kind of cowardly threat.

297. Cutting Mountains, Burning Seas!

Subsequently, bursts of laughter sounded all over the world.

"Hahaha, laughed to death, and they are gods? Elementary school students making threats?"

"Kings: Give some face, I'm a god after all, can't say I'm cowardly, right?"

"Roaring with the most arrogant tone: Hero, spare my life!"

"Saying the most cowardly words with the most arrogant tone."

At this point, everyone knew that this event had ended. What? There are still seventeen gods?

No, you saw it wrong, they are just seventeen corpses that haven't died yet.

They don't think only Gilgamesh is this strong, and the other four are just eating dry rice.

Weaklings can't distinguish who is stronger between gods and Servants.

At their level, it's no longer measured by simple destructive power, otherwise nuclear weapons would have been invincible long ago.

If they really let go, relying on magic, they might be able to create a big explosion of billions of tons, trillions of tons, or even enough to annihilate the planet.

But it makes no sense to gods.

So they fundamentally couldn't measure who was stronger between Servants and gods through simple destructive scale, so they were a bit uneasy before.

Now it's fine, facts have proven that Servants are still the version's son.

People relaxed, and even some high-level officials from various countries began to discuss the division of territory and resource integration in the new world.

Someone smacked his lips: "Still feel that compared to the gods seen in the Sky-Curtain, these few are weaker."

The brother next to him rolled his eyes: "Isn't this nonsense? The ones that appeared in the Sky-Curtain are all big shots who can leave their names in mythology.

Below the big shots, there is a large area without names, just one of a huge number, like eight hundred subordinate gods, millions of angels, etc."

Just think about it, those who can call out their names in an industry are all those who have made it.

Most are only qualified to be the base.

Thinking about it this way, the new world's King of Scaled Fangs, Star of Flesh and Blood, King of Sky-Clouds, etc...

Countless people couldn't help but sigh.

"Shallow water has many turtles, big brothers everywhere."

"My god, I'm afraid in the eyes of big shots like Gilgamesh who even resisted the gods in his lifetime and joined forces with Enkidu to hammer the main gods, these few are just small fries, right?"

"What do you think? Gilgamesh clearly had some anger at first, and later he was too lazy to care; no other reason, they are not worthy."

New Dongmu settlement area.

Satomi Rentaro was expressionless, completely numb.

Once the Servants came out, the Kings who brought despair to their world and wiped out the world in an instant became small fries?

"Don't worry about the others, go help the Lord of Dark Sun, Agassas, and gather our strength to kill our way out of this world!!!"

The Star of Flesh and Blood, while stuffing his internal organs back into his stomach, ran wildly toward the Reality Marble covering the crack.

"It looks like a different-dimensional space between the spiritual world of the realm and the material world..."

The King of Scaled Fangs was really scared.

This world is problematic.

This kind of weird essence of conceptual projection seems to be rooted in history; unless space-time can be destroyed together, even if the five life forms before them are killed, and even if their true bodies are smashed to ashes, it is meaningless.

Uh...

Let alone their true bodies, which are definitely stronger, even the few reflections projected before them, they couldn't beat any of them?

That tough guy who didn't even move and smashed the Lord of Pale, I'm afraid he would be hammered by him in his prime?

Damn it.

The Lord of Pale is the strongest among their brothers and sisters, right?

At least he can fight three or four ordinary Old Kings, whether it is will, brain, or ability, he is much stronger than Him.

As a result...

The King of Scaled Fangs looked at the light flow scattered like brilliant fireworks above the troposphere, and felt a chill.

Damn, this King of Gold is so absurd, what about the woman in the different-dimensional space?

Who knows if she will be even more awesome, and be wiped out as soon as she enters?

You are a True King of the Center, maybe you can sacrifice me to resist a wave and run away; I am not, I don't have this ability, do you know?

In the flash of a brief thought, They subconsciously ignored a problem...

"Retreat?"

The King of Gold's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly.

"Did this King let you retreat?"

Extremely self-centered, taken for granted, completely showing the domineering and tyrannical nature of a King who decides everything and wants the world to revolve around his own will.

A voice fell.

In pieces of gorgeous golden ripples, ancient auras floated, knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes... shot out!

Turning into the sharpest and most domineering edge, cutting heaven and earth, slashing down directly.

Boom.

The earth collapsed, the clouds exploded, and the two gods who had just escaped the battlefield were stunned.

At the moment of facing this golden edge, they knew how absurd this thing was, and knew what the Lord of Pale was facing.

Before, there was still a trace of self-comfort in their hearts, maybe the Lord of Pale was too empty, so he was knocked down in two or three moves.

As a result now...

My god, Old Nineteen, how the hell did you hold on for so long?!!!

Even if they joined forces in despair and erupted with extreme power, they were torn open in an instant, their divine bodies were torn open, and divine blood spilled into the long sky, like a blood-colored waterfall pouring down.

It smashed through the earth's plates and sank into the depths of the bottom layer.

Well, I guess various countries will develop toward the underground in the future...

Divine blood is also extremely important essence even for gods.

But the two gods had no time to care about these, while divine blood was spilling like money, they helped each other and stumbled and fled for their lives toward the crack.

Go to hell.

I don't believe that everyone is as strong as the King of Gold!!!

Suddenly.

Like the sound of glass breaking, around the crack, the different-dimensional space (Reality Marble) covering the vast earth, cracks lit up.

Faintly through the cracks, one could see scenes of what seemed to be another space-time.

Boundless yellow sand, beautiful sunset, quietly rotating heavenly wheels.

The two gods were happy.

Just said it's impossible for everyone to be so...

"Run, run, run away quickly!!!!"

In the shrill voice.

A pitch-black long vertical object rolled out, grew two legs and climbed up, making a shrill howl: "Run, the one I'm facing is definitely the strongest, let's join forces to kill the others first."

"Who the hell are you... Agassas?!!!"

The Star of Flesh and Blood and the King of Scaled Fangs almost didn't recognize him.

The last of the three resurrected True Kings of the Center, the Lord of Dark Sun?

What's going on with this chopstick? When did you become so thin?