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Chapter 89 One shot and two parts, everyone is done!

Almost everyone was staring at it, the piercing murderous intent filled the air, and even the mighty glacier was covered up.

"That's all, that's all, I, I admit it..."

Suddenly, a voice came out, making Shougucheng freeze.

Sikong walked out step by step, staggering and desperate, his eyes were empty, his face was ashen, his lips twitched: "I, I resigned to my fate, I resigned to my fate..."

When everyone heard this, the murderous intent that was ready to go slowly subsided, and they turned to look at Sikong and the other three mockingly.

'Ding dong...'

The bronze mask fell from Sikong's hands, stained with dust with a crisp sound, and the faint sneer on the mask became humble.

Sikong lowered his head, carried the rusted sword in despair, and walked into the temple step by step.

"King Yue! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Huo Wu bit her lips that were as red as blood, her guilt condensed into tears. She looked at Sikong's desperate and desolate back, feeling extremely self-blame.

But on the face of Shougucheng, there was a look of struggle.

Sometimes it is calm and dull, and sometimes it is angry and crazy, and there are strands of killing intent mixed in it.

The wooden sword in his hand was about to strike several times, to kill... Sikong.

It seemed that the moment Sikong accepted his fate, Sikong was no longer worthy of being protected by Shougucheng, let alone his friend.

Rather than accepting his fate and becoming a sacrifice, Sikong might as well be punished by him guarding the lonely city with a sword!
"If I knew today, why did I have to do it back then! We need to spend so much money!"

The eleven holy priests had hatred in their eyes, and the frozen blood was still hanging on their lips.Because of Shou Gucheng's shot, they broke the forbidden curse, and they also suffered injuries that could not be healed.

At this moment, they supported each other and stood up from the stairs, watching Sikong accept his fate and walk towards the statue, feeling very happy.

There was another person with a sinister look on his face, and he spat bloody phlegm on Sikong's face.

Thick phlegm slid down from Sikong's face, but Sikong sneered and did not hide, his eyes remained empty.

Seeing this, many people let go of their guard.

"Come on, lost believer. The Moloch God will forgive your ignorance, and will eventually guide you to wisdom, and you will no longer be ignorant."

The divination priest stroked his beard and smiled kindly, but behind that false smile was a cold, sharp knife.

Knife, heart.

Sikong nodded dully, and murmured: "Yes, yes, the true god will forgive me, I deserve to die, I should be a sacrifice. I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

The divination priest laughed out loud when he heard the words, his white beard trembled like strands of white mold flying in the wind on the stinky tofu.

"Go, my child. Return to the embrace of the true God Moloch in front of the statue..."

Sikong nodded subconsciously, staggered, and slowly walked up to the statue.

The statue is quiet and majestic. Even though it is only carved from jade, it has no flaws. Instead, it exudes a faint vitality, like a clone of a god.

The statue's face is smiling, the love is thick and watery, and there is a touch of majesty flowing between the brows.

A supreme emerald staff is dazzling, and even more holy light emanates from the supreme emerald at the top of the staff.

If you look closely, you can still see a remains floating in the Supreme Emerald, which symbolizes the true meaning of magic in Middle-earth.

This is the remains of the true god Moloch.

As long as the sacrifice is offered, he will walk from the darkness before dawn to resurrection at dawn.

Sikong stood under the statue, looking up in confusion.

The idol was silent, as if waiting for a bloody sacrifice to be offered.

He slowly lifted the rusty sword.

Seeing this, a group of outstanding people laughed mockingly, with indifference in their eyes.

"It's ridiculous, how can you, an ant, change the trajectory of fate..."

Huo Wu turned away, feeling ecstatic. The shrewd woman left, leaving only a girl who was extremely self-blaming.

A wooden sword suddenly clanked, the tip of the sword trembled continuously, and a little bloody red light bloomed.

Shou Gucheng, he slowly raised the wooden sword.

The sword pointed at Sikong.

"Sacrifice, start..."

As if responding to the words of divination and sacrifice, Sikong's weak right hand clenched the rusted sword tightly and raised it slowly.

Sikong resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes, the cold wind from the glacier remained, messing up his blond hair.

Far away, a troubadour sounded——

When the god's body fell, I returned to the starting point, flipping through the bloody covenant.

In the final chapter, it is written that the world will eventually be destroyed.

Leave the wilderness.

"The world is destroyed, leaving the wilderness..."

Sikong murmured, the sacred light shines on the earth and illuminates the Three Realms.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, he slashed to the emerald staff with a sword!
'Crack, click! '

Cracking sounds came out one after another, and the flawless Supreme Emerald was covered with cracks ranging from small to large.

The remains of the true god floating in the Supreme Emerald jumped up suddenly like a frightened rabbit, took the Supreme Emerald directly to break away from the shackles of the staff, flew into the sky, fled into the white clouds, and disappeared.

God escaped...

escaped...

……

Everyone's ridicule was still on their lips, and their minds were in a mess, and they couldn't react for a long time.

Sacrifice him, it seems that a sword cut the remains of the true god?
Then, the remains of the true god escaped?

Afterwards, everyone was blown away, furious, their blond hair stood up, and their bodies were bloodshot, like enraged dragons.

Sikong turned around abruptly, laughing unscrupulously!

The laughter gradually became louder, and finally laughed wildly!
Want to take me as a sacrifice, and then kill the gods?
The gods are all gone, killing the gods is a waste!
If you dare to take advantage of me, the worst we can do is break up and let's finish playing together!
When the end of the world comes, everyone will love each other and die together!
Sikong flattened the beard and white beard of the divination priest with a sword, then kicked him on the ass, kicking him to eat shit.

Then, he rushed to the holy priest who had just spat thick phlegm on him.

'Martial arts awareness! '

Without hesitation, Sikong agitated the coolness on his wrist, restoring his spiritual domain to its peak, turning it into a mental storm, and captured it in this person's mind.

Sikong swung his sword angrily, and the mottled rusty sword passed by, taking down a big head!
Poor this holy priest, even if his strength reaches the peak of the first dimension, he even got the angel's last tear, but he was seriously injured because of the attack by Shougucheng before, and he was in a trance because of the reckless escape of the remains of the true god.

At this moment, he was actually punished by Sikong with a sword!
What is the injustice in the world?
This is it!
Sikong only felt that the depression in his chest was completely vented, and he wished he could shout and dance his sword.

He is a real villain, since he can't bear it and can't hide, then he will drag everyone into the water together!
"His grandma's, I'm going to kill him!"

"Kill a fart, hurry up and chase the remains!"

"Ah—I hate it!"

Everyone was originally an elite of the empire, highly educated, and they always kept their looks unchanged when the mountains collapsed, but at this moment they were swearing, wishing to cut Sikong alive and swallow it in one bite!

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting! King Yue, I Shou Gucheng really recognizes you as a friend!"

Shou Gucheng knocked back several incoming enemies with a sword, then glided over and picked up Sikong.

Many people's faces were cloudy and uncertain, and they finally chased after the remains of the true god.

"Come on!"

Huo Wu came here riding a fire dragon, but her face was also brilliant and beautiful.

Only my sword light visualization method!

With one sword out of Shougucheng, there are three thousand sword lights, clearing away the chasing and reluctant enemies in front of him.

Then Sikong and the others turned on the dragon, and the fire dragon's fleshy wings covered the sky and the sun, and flew up into the dust, like an arrow leaving the string, soaring high into the sky.

"King Yue, I won't kill you, I swear I won't be human!!"

(End of this chapter)