When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

Chapter 508

"…hateful!!"

The speed of wheat is faster than bullets. Under the circumstance that it is unavoidable, it is difficult for Yongye to completely block it for a while. It can only be petrified with the magic eye of petrification. power, curb their kinetic energy, so that they can fall to the ground by themselves after being turned into stone.

But... these are not bullets or bullets, which can be easily petrified, and the time is too short to have much effect at all, so Yongye can only keep waving the long knife in an airtight, airtight manner. May be completely shot down.

In the eyes of outsiders, the **** with infinite divine might drove the divine envoy to launch a frantic attack on this powerful blasphemer whose origin was unknown but far surpassed that of first-level adventurers. During the whole process of attack and defense, these adventurers He couldn't get involved at all, he could only retreat far away and watch this daring blasphemer accept God's punishment.

This is a battle that does not allow others to intervene, but is not equal to the standard.

boom! ! boom! ! boom! ?

The rapid sword dance, the specially strengthened super-standard Tegu dead march and the god-made Maimang collided rapidly, making a sound that was not like the collision of steel and steel, but more quiet and light... a strange and indescribable sound.

Although most of the Maimang were blocked, there were still fish that slipped through the net into Yongye's body, splashing clusters of blood.

"Damn...it's not over yet!!"

The flashing blade pierced through the gust of wind, swam in the air, cut a giant vine that came, and made fake moves to induce the rest of the vines to slap the cut vine, and then burst into the body of the goddess again. , broke into the goddess's side.

"Earth Guardian!"

The goddess stretched her hands forward and interfered with the world by calling out her name without chanting. The divine power quickly built a rock wall with all-round defense on the floor tiles, which would form an obstacle between herself and Eternal Night.

In the eyes of others, the incomparably terrifying swordsman did not use the magic of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and his fighting method was not savage and random swinging his sword, but the most direct slash without any tricks, but this most direct slash had a powerful effect. The degree of shock.

This is something that can never be achieved by relying on talent alone. After hundreds of thousands, millions or even hundreds of millions of sword swings, the true skill achieved is the existence of standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

The powerful slash that drew the arc was enough to tear the armor of the tank, but when it cut into the vulnerable point of the rock wall, it only created a sword mark, but did not tear the rock wall.

"It's not over yet! Try this! God!!"

Feeling the shock and numbness in the hand, Yong Ye suddenly kicked the wall with a stampede of war, only to hear a loud bang, and the rock wall that was attacked at the sword mark collapsed.

"Shouldn't...you shouldn't be able to break through this wall."

The rubble that brushed past was automatically bounced off by the faint golden light, and the goddess frowned and looked very puzzled.

"The difference in strength can be made up by combat experience! As long as it is a living creature, it will die! So...you die too!!"

Yong Ye's front foot smashed the ground heavily, setting off a large number of floor tiles on the ground. The huge shock even made it impossible for the onlookers to stand firm, taking away the eyesight of everyone nearby, but Yong Ye raised his blade and aimed at it. Between the brows of the goddess, she intends to break through the fog in the additional attack set off by the trampling of the war.

However……

"You may be right, but no amount of combat experience can make up for the absolute strength gap!"

The goddess Demeter's scepter slammed on the ground, and the smoke and dust on the ground and the floor tiles that were lifted instantly fell back in violation of the physical rules. After passing the light defense, it plunged into the brow of the goddess.

"---pain!?"

Demeter, who has never really felt pain in the state of the gods, burst out with more powerful golden light, forming a strong repulsion just like before. Before he could use the petrified magic eye, he directly bounced him out.

Different from the decapitation of the human body before, the goddess Demeter at this moment was injured, and her low mind was completely eroded by anger.

"Don't slap your nose on your face!—Lower creatures!?"

The all-round golden light spread to every corner of the surroundings, and from a distance, the wrathful onlookers were all crushed to the ground, and instantly knelt on the ground under enormous pressure, unable to stand up, no matter how hard their whole body worked, Unable to break free from the invisible gravity, his body completely lost his freedom, his head slammed on the ground, and the floor tiles were smashed into the mud.

The adventurer may be physically strong enough to withstand it, but... daring, ordinary people who think they will be fine if they hide away, but they smash their heads on the ground, even if the ground is originally muddy, it will also be affected by this. The pressure was so heavy that his ribs were broken, and his body lost his human shape.

The surrounding houses collapsed under the heavy pressure, but no dust was raised. They were all pressed to the ground and could not rise, and the ground began to sink.

Yong Ye's figure became extremely heavy. Although he could barely stand, his feet fell into the floor tiles, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath. The speed of blood dripping from the part of his body that was hit by the wheat was much faster than before. , he had invested a lot of power in the previous attack, but the result was only a cut in the forehead of this goddess. The injuries that were fatal to ordinary people seemed completely insignificant to this god.

"Let you see it! The horror of God's wrath!!"

The goddess Demeter waved her scepter, causing a huge golden phantom extension to appear on the scepter. The phantom, accompanied by a huge roar, swept away towards the slow-moving Eternal Night.

The gods in the labyrinth city of Euler, far away have no reaction, because in order to fully enjoy the game, they are really just like ordinary people, but the close ones noticed the liberation of the goddess Demeter. Divine action.

After all... half the city can see the dazzling golden light, and hear the loud noise of a large number of buildings collapsing.

"Who is it? How dare you resist us?"

"Is it the remnants of those heroes or brave men who opposed us to the lower realm thousands of years ago?"

The two gods who were drinking together looked in the direction of the goddess Demeter, and could hear the angry roar of the goddess Demeter, guessing what the situation was now with a joke.

The gods arrived in the lower realm as gamers. Although there are many local residents of the lower realm who welcome them, because the gods can bring them power, there are also many people who oppose them.

Because... the descent of the gods, excessive intervention in the lower world will inevitably lead to the collapse of the process of civilization itself.

The inheritance of heroes and warriors who can fight monsters on their own will inevitably be cut off in large numbers because of divine grace. The magic that originally existed on the earth was originally an innate magic that was cultivated by personal aptitude and racial blood, and now it is mostly lost. The acquired magic inspired by the grace of God is replaced and occupies an absolute dominant position.

The vast majority of people prefer god-given magic to the day-to-day penance of meditation, so now almost everyone is seeking divine grace to obtain magic, not penance.

Although it is indeed a good thing to simply gain power, it is a good thing only for individuals. This is a very fatal behavior for the race. This will lead to the race's own magic and martial arts, even if they are preserved, they will never be developed.

The ability obtained by divine grace is good, but for humans and lower world creatures, divine grace is essentially nothing but water without a source and wood without roots. Same on the body.

Nether creatures rely on gods to survive, and gradually they can't resist the monsters emerging from the dungeons if they are separated from gods.

Maybe it's okay now, the gods are still interested in the lower realm, but no matter how fun the game is, there will be a day when the gods are tired of playing and leave, and the world should perish. After all, the gods do not want to protect the lower realm. It's just a playground, it's normal to leave when you're tired of playing.

As it is now, maybe the gods get along well with the beings in the lower realms, but in essence they just treat the beings in the lower realms as pets. Why do you say that? Because... no matter how good their relationship is and how good their relatives are when they die in the dungeon, they will be sad at most, and then recruit new people to supplement the loss of the family.

The lower world of the gods has been like this for thousands of years. There will never be a situation where you hear the death of your family and you lose control of your emotions, break the rules of the game and burst into the dungeon to save people, and the gods who really have that kind of situation will also Sent back to the realm of the gods.

After all, to the gods, it's just a game, so in the face of the death of a close relative, they are just like ordinary people's pets killed by a car. It's okay to be sad and sad, and then continue to raise the next one. only pets.

But don't be deceived by the word "God", the gods are gods if they say it nicely, but if they say it badly, or in terms of their essence, for human beings and the beings in the lower world, they are actually just powerful and powerful creatures from another world. Aliens, looking for fun in their own world, and that fun is their weak nether inhabitants.

Perhaps these gods have no malice towards life in the lower realm, but... their actions are fundamentally cutting off the possibility of progress in the lower realm.

For thousands of years, the dungeon has been used as a large-scale arena, and the lives of the lower world have been put into it one by one to act as gladiators, and the gods act as the audience of the arena.

The thinking of the inhabitants of this world has stagnated, and they have been living the lives of their relatives for thousands of years.

Because change means breaking away from God, breaking away from God, what about God’s entertainment? How will the gods react to this change? It doesn't take much thinking to guess.

Now it's completely in the form of a wisher's bait. It's not surprising to die in a dungeon, but... If you don't go to the dungeon to destroy the monsters in the dungeon, those monsters will come to the earth. Now those monsters on the mainland are a long time ago. , the descendants of the monsters that ran out of the dungeon.

This is nothing, God is giving adventurers the strength to fight monsters, and it is still good to suppress the dungeon, but if... this dungeon itself was created by God? Wouldn't that be equivalent to building a gladiatorial arena, giving life force to the lower world, and then throwing it into a dungeon to become a gladiator?

However, no one can know whether it is true or not, but it is certain that the gods know what is going on in the dungeon, and the suspicion that the gods jointly created it is very large. You must know that most of these Greek and Nordic gods in mythology are not. what a nice guy.

Those heroes and warriors who could resist the monsters in the dungeon without relying on gods in ancient times, there are many people with talent and foresight, so now human beings can only rely on gods, like domestic pets, they cannot live without their masters (gods). They could have expected it, but...there was nothing they could do.

The continuation of a race depends on the mood of other races. For a race, there is nothing worse than this.