Chapter 535 Stupid Death (10,000)

Crackling.

Accompanied by a strange sound, at the moment when the impact spread out, a layer of dense, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the surrounding space, and the space was almost completely shattered.

Just this scene, you can see how much power is hidden in Ron's dragon claws and the attacker's sharp claws.

Someone attacked!

After all, Philomena is not an ordinary woman. She will not let herself indulge in shyness. The moment she noticed the sharp claw, Philomena had come back to her senses. The gun that had just been returned by Ron had appeared in Philomena's palm. Without any hesitation, her body rotated with the help of Ron's force, and the gun in her hand stabbed towards the back.

"Collapse!"

This shot was quite sharp.

The moment it was stabbed out, a spiral of mist immediately appeared on the tip of the gun, like a terrifying vortex, instantly shattering the surrounding space and pressing directly against the chest of the shallow figure that had just emerged.

The attacker did not seem to expect Philomena to react so quickly, and she uttered a soft "eh", but it was obvious that the attacker was extremely confident in his own strength.

The sharp claws that were intercepted by Ron before were just lightly raised, and one claw lightly touched the tip of the gun.

Ding!

The sound this time was unusually sharp.

The sound seemed to have turned into a series of sharp blades, cutting around with a hissing sound, and a large area of ​​space was like a silk cloth that was cut into pieces.

Ron pulled Philomena back a step, his face a little solemn. Just when he had just blasted against the attacker, Ron could feel the opponent's strong energy pouring into his body, and the meridians in his body were almost instantly shattered.

Fortunately, Ostara's heart still existed, and all the injuries recovered in one heartbeat.

But this confrontation was enough for Ron to see that the opponent's strength was still above his own.

Philomena did not gain any advantage in the fight with the enemy. With a string of sparks, the Gun of Death was raised high, and the whole gun was buzzing and trembling. Philomena's knuckles were also painful, and the Gun of Death almost slipped out of her hand.

After noticing the existence of the enemy, Philomena immediately controlled the messy thoughts in her heart, quietly pulled a certain distance from Ron, and formed an encirclement of the enemy that was not an encirclement.

"Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being a prophet."

"You are worthy of the blood of the blasphemer."

Not far ahead, there was a slight exclamation.

The voice was a little hoarse, with a voice that was hard to tell whether it was sincere praise or mockery. The shadow became clearer and clearer, and finally when the figure appeared in front of him, Ron frowned.

It was a tall male.

There was a pair of pure white wings behind him. If it weren't for the sharp claws of eagles on both hands, Ron would even doubt whether this guy was an angel.

This is a winged man.

That face was very familiar. Who else could it be if not Noctis?

When they were in the bear tribe, because Noctis dodged in advance and never appeared again, and Noctis had given Ron a substitute doll before, Ron did not kill Noctis because this guy was so tactful.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Noctis appeared in front of him again.

No, this guy is not Noctis.

Ron looked at the figure opposite silently, and quickly made a judgment in his heart. The real Noctis had died long ago, and his body should have been occupied by another soul.

First of all, although Noctis's strength is okay, it is only at the legendary level, and the strength displayed by Noctis in front of him is probably not inferior to Partridge.

Even if Noctis is a genius and has good luck, it is impossible for him to improve so much in such a short time.

Secondly, it is the temperament of Noctis.

The real Noctis is arrogant and domineering, but when facing a stronger existence than himself, he can immediately kneel down and admit his weakness.

But the Noctis in front of him is different. His eyes are sinister and perverse, cruel and crazy. When Noctis's eyes swept over him, Ron even had a creepy feeling, as if it was not a living life at all, but a pure monster without any emotions.

Possessed by a ghost!

Noctis's body has long been occupied by another more powerful soul. As for his original soul, it is probably absorbed, swallowed, or crushed at the moment of being occupied, and completely disappeared.

Tsk.

I didn't expect that even if I let Noctis go, this guy still couldn't escape.

This is possession.

However, normally, when the possession is just beginning, because it needs to adapt to the new body, no matter how powerful the possessed soul is, it will enter a period of weakening and its strength will be greatly reduced.

But this guy, even in the weakening period, his hard power is comparable to that of a demigod like Partridge.

How terrifying was this guy's strength before possession?

Some thoughts flashed through Ron's mind, and his eyes silently stared at Noctis in front of him. After careful observation, Ron could clearly see that around Noctis' body, there were faint traces of gray and black traces, like silky ashes, and like strange fluff growing on the body, swaying gently with the biting cold wind.

His face was very pale.

It was the kind of sickly, unhealthy paleness.

It was like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

Although he was standing in front of him, he could not feel any life at all.

His eyes were like two black whirlpools, as if they could suck people's souls in.

Seeing Noctis in front of him, Ron Fuzhixin raised his eyelids: "You are...Benavid the God of Death!"

The Pantheon Atlas records all the gods, whether they are evil gods or righteous gods, and there is also a record of Benavid the God of Death. The most obvious features of Benavid are the black hair all over his body and the eyes that can devour souls like a whirlpool.

Among the many righteous gods, Benavid the God of Death ranks in the middle. His authority is somewhat close to that of the God of the Dead, and he has quite good means to target souls.

At this moment, Ron finally understood why Noctis's strength was so terrifying after being possessed by someone, even comparable to Partridge in the semi-god realm... No, after being possessed, Benavid the God of Death's real combat power is probably a little stronger than Partridge. At least, Benavid will not be as timid as Partridge, who will run away when encountering a slightly stronger enemy.

From this point of view, the repairman wanted to kill him, but he couldn't do it himself. Maybe he didn't meet certain conditions, and he couldn't even arrange for his gods to do it himself. He could only find a way to let the soul of the god descend on a host. Although it was a possession, the power of the god would be seriously weakened, but it would still have a very terrible power. Perhaps in the repairman's view, using this trick with the evil spirit to kill Ron was a sure thing, and basically there would be no accidents.

As soon as these words came out, Philomena's face changed drastically.

Death, Benavid?

God?

The guy in front of him was actually a god?

In the long time of nearly a thousand years, although Philomena had encountered many powerful enemies, it was the first time she met a real god.

Subconsciously, Philomena held the weapon in her hand tightly. She knew very well how much her existence was unacceptable to these high-ranking guys.

Benavid wanted to show off in front of Ron and Philomena, but he didn't expect that Ron would call him by his name. He was a little stunned for a moment and even forgot to answer.

Seeing Benavid's appearance, Ron frowned.

On the one hand, for Ron now, gods are indeed difficult to deal with.

Even in the state of possession, the power of gods is still so strong that it makes people desperate.

On the other hand, the current Benavid also makes Ron feel particularly uncomfortable.

According to Zhou Yang and Elsa, the so-called gods are just a group of puppets with powerful power but no intelligence. They have no self-awareness, no emotions, no joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and always have a cold face.

The first rebellion of the gods, a large number of gods died in the war.

Some gods were not rescued and still stayed in heaven.

It is said that after the first and second wars of the gods, the administrators of the heavens should have been more strict with the remaining gods. They should have brainwashed these gods frequently to ensure that these gods would not have any self-will.

But why can Ron clearly see pride and surprise on Noctis' face and eyes when looking at Benavid now?

This is obviously an emotional reaction that only creatures with self-will can have. Could it be that the administrators of the heavens have changed their attitude towards the gods and adopted other means to control the gods?

Ron was confused, but it was a pity that this doubt was obviously impossible to get an answer, at least the Benavid in front of him would not give Ron an answer.

The face of the god of death showed only a little surprise, and his eyes like whirlpools stared at Ron quietly, as if he could see through everything about Ron. After a long time, Benavid suddenly laughed: "Ron, you are indeed a guy that the repairman pays special attention to. You actually know my name."

"Since you know my existence, you should understand that you are not ants in front of me." Benavid said proudly: "I am kind-hearted and don't want to kill people with my own hands. I will give you a decent way to die. You two can commit suicide, and you can keep your bodies intact, which will save me trouble."

Benavid has no temperament that a god should have.

Although he has a strong strength, his behavior is just like the arrogant and domineering second generation of nobles in the royal city.

These words made Ron and Philomena look at each other in bewilderment, and even Ron had serious doubts about his own judgment. Is this guy really a god?

Could it be that you are a psychopath who came out of some corner?

You are a death god, how dare you say that you are kind?

You let others commit suicide right away, do you really have such a big face?

If you, the real body of the God of Death, were to go down to the lower world, you might have the power to decide life and death with a single word. But now you, Benavid, are just a body that has been taken over. You have only one tenth of your strength. Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?

Ron felt a little headache. He raised one hand and rubbed his temple. After two seconds, he looked at Benavid again: "Sir, God of Death, I'm sorry to ask you a question..."

"Ask." Benavid said generously.

He felt that as a god, he should show his tolerance in the face of these ant-like lives in the lower world.

Ron pointed to his head: "Are you sure there is nothing wrong with you?"

"Why don't you find a doctor to see it? Early diagnosis and early treatment. If you wait until the late stage, it will be too late. By the way, I know a doctor. Although he is a veterinarian, his skills are quite good. Do you want me to introduce him to you?"

Poof!

Benavid hadn't reacted to these words, but Philomena next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ron was really mean, he actually wanted to introduce a veterinarian to a great god, and he didn't even use a dirty word to curse people.

Seeing that Benavid didn't seem to react, Ron sighed helplessly: "If it doesn't work, you can find a dog as a brother and let it take care of you. After all, dogs are smarter than you."

At this moment, Benavid finally reacted. Even if he was not smart, he could hear that Ron was scolding him.

He actually wanted to introduce a veterinarian to him. Isn't that cursing him as a beast in a roundabout way?

He actually wanted him to be a brother with a dog, and he even said that the dog was smarter than him?

Damn, damn, damn... It's a great shame.

Benavid's face instantly turned liver-colored, red, and clusters of fiercely burning flames seemed to burst out of his vortex-shaped eyeballs. The strong anger even made Benavid unable to control himself, and his body was trembling.

The breath in his throat was as rapid as a bellows.

"Ron, you dare to insult me ​​like this, insult a god, blasphemy, you are blaspheming."

Benavid's voice was extremely gloomy: "Blasters like you should be punished by God."

Originally, Benavid still had some patience, but now all his patience disappeared in an instant. Benavid did not have the coldness and calmness that the god of death should have. He was like an angry lion, rushing towards Ron with an angry roar, and his sharp claws directly grabbed Ron's head.

That's not all, his pupils spun violently.

Benavid's performance confirmed Ron's guess that the managers in the heavens did change the way they treated the gods, but this method was just as cruel. Perhaps they understood that brainwashing could not last long.

Perhaps these gods could be made obedient in a short period of time, but what about a thousand years, two thousand years? Ten thousand years, twenty thousand years?

In a long time, a loophole will appear if you are not careful, and the disaster of the first war of the gods may be repeated if you are not careful.

Therefore, they changed their methods. They allowed these gods to have self-awareness to a certain extent, but limited the self-awareness of these gods to a very low level, and would never let these gods become too smart. At the same time, they adopted other methods to ensure the loyalty of these gods.

These gods with low IQ are easier to control than pure white paper, after all, white paper is easy to be contaminated.

But no matter what, gods are gods after all.

Even if they are not smart, the power they control is still strong enough to make the creatures in the lower world despair.

At the moment when the vortex in Benavid's eyes began to spin, Ron felt his soul was uncontrollably agitated. In an instant, his soul seemed to want to break free from the constraints of Ron's body, leave his body, and get into the dark vortex.

Even Ron's consciousness was briefly blurred.

Fortunately, Ron's will was extremely firm, and his mind was restored to normal in just a trance. In just a blink of an eye, Benavid's sharp claws appeared in front of Ron's face.

Ding.

At this moment, a long spear suddenly stretched out from behind, almost brushing Ron's neck and pointing at Benavid's sharp claws, and the sharp claws of the god of death paused slightly in mid-air.

Taking this opportunity, Ron crossed two fingers.

Snap.

Along with the sound of snapping fingers, the ancient bell hanging high above his head also rang melodiously.

Dang!

The bell sound spread, and Benavid's movements suddenly became stagnant.

Time slowed down.

As the god of death, Benavid could naturally sense the abnormality in himself. He frowned slightly, and then the dense hair on his body slowly rippled as if floating on the water.

Those hairs that seemed to be just decorations began to release some kind of hidden power, just like ripples on the lake, circles of invisible mist gradually spread around, and then formed a special area, isolating the power of the law of time outside.

It must be said that although these gods are not very smart and have very low IQs, they are extremely strong in combat.

Moreover, once they enter the combat state, these gods seem to have triggered another system, and the aura of the entire existence also changes instantly. The anger in Benavid's eyes was quickly swallowed by the dark indifference, and the dark light burst out from his eyes.

A deep, almost solidified darkness appeared around Ron and Philomena, and in the darkness, countless strange and twisted shadows could be clearly seen slowly wriggling.

These strange shadows opened their mouths one by one, and they seemed to be wailing silently.

Their arms and feet seemed to have turned into soft venomous snakes, slowly wriggling in the air, winding towards Ron and Philomena's limbs and necks.

Almost at the same time, Benavid also opened his mouth: "Your soul should return to my arms."

With a cold voice, Benavid opened his arms.

Ron only felt a buzzing in his mind, and it turned pale in an instant.

The next moment, a gray-black shadow had completely separated from Ron's body, floating in the air, drifting towards Benavid.

Chapter 2, 10,000 words, is here.