It was raining in the sky, and it was very raining. The dark clouds had no boundaries, completely covering the sky, and the rain line had no boundaries. It was covered with every corner of the dark clouds, and the coldness of the doomsday was in the world. Blue lightning streaks spanned hundreds of kilometers in the air, passing through thousands of meters thick clouds from the top of the clouds, winding and falling down. From time to time, towering trees turned into scorched earth in the thunder of the sky. Whether it was humans or animals in this world, they were already stationed in place like wooden stakes, staring blankly at the visions between the sky and the earth, stupid. This is the wrath of God.

No matter which plane is in, an abnormal celestial phenomena can be understood as God's wrath. God's power makes everything abnormal, such as this heavy rain that seems to be invisible. However, what they don't know is that this is also a way for God to protect himself. At least for this plane, this is exactly the case at this moment.

Under the boundless rain line, a colorless transparent ripples were passing through. The lightning had faded away the bright green and became traceless. Only the water splashes left by the invisible circular obstacle avoidance when the raindrops fell, and the ripples formed in the air marked a long trajectory brought out by the flying meteor. The trajectory could not see the vanishing point at the tail, because its speed was close to the maximum speed that this plane could carry. If it was faster, it would rush out of the plane.

The meteor is a human-shaped monster, some like a lizard. The lines on the back gather behind him and extend to the tip of his tail. The lizard's head is bare and no difference from ordinary lizards. The hands and feet have human fingers, not claws. The lizard man is holding a ball of flesh in his hand, and the things inside are slightly squirming. Tiratmes was a little unexpected. He stopped and glanced at the ball of flesh, patted it gently, and then comforted in a low voice: "Your Highness, endure it for a while, and you will be free soon."

Tirathimis's stop was very strange. He almost suddenly changed from a speedy running to a stop state. There was no stopping process at all. What was even more unexpected was that at a certain point on his original route, dozens of black death scythes suddenly stretched out and swept through all directions.

Since the place where Tirathimus was stopped was, the sickles naturally slashed in the space silently. So, there was an illusion that he had known for a long time that something messed up here would appear.

In the distance, a thin figure in a black robe took back the Death Scythe, opened his mouth wide, looked at his empty sickle blade in disbelief, and then slowly said: "Ilena, run away quickly, we are no match for him!" The Death Scythe, which had never been cut before, had not yet subsided. The sword of the sickle still had a little space force that was stuck when it tore through the space, which reflected the blade slightly turbulent vibration.

But Ilena didn't move. She looked at her faintly and said, "Run?... Where can we run?" The thin figure was stunned and slowly put down the Grim Reaper's sickle. Looking at the raindrops all over the sky, she also said to herself: "Yes, where can we escape?"

Suddenly, the space behind the two was torn apart without warning, and a figure stepped out from a very distant place, gently swung the long lizard tail, and said with a scent of teasing: "You want to run! Of course you want to run!" The thin figure was startled and instinctively used the Scimitar to cut the place where the sound came from. He was extremely fast and brought out a series of afterimages, but although he cut out, there was nothing. It was not that the figure of Tiratmes was not there, but that the thin figure was cut out. The thin figure had no trace of the Scimitar, and he only made a slashing action.

Somehow, the Grim Reaper's Scythe appeared in Tiratmes's hand and floated a thousand meters away as Tiratmes drifted in front of him. It seemed that they would worry that more small movements would hurt themselves, or that they would have the influence of divine power on the Grim Reaper's Scissy, Tiratmes retreated a thousand meters. Grim Reaper's Scissy was heartbroken. As the Grim Reaper who cut the dead twice in history, his heart was dead and could not die anymore. If there were history books in the God Realm, he even had a heart to destroy his soul. Tiratmes gently stroked the Grim Reaper's Scissy, allowing its blade to cut through his fingers, and a shiny golden blood stuck to the cold blade. The blade tasted the taste of divine blood and suddenly emitted a buzzing vibration. "Well, it's a magic weapon, but the ability to destroy space is a little weak."

He stretched out his finger and bounced a little on the Grim Reaper's sickle, and then the Grim Reaper's sickle burst out with a gray mist. The fog enveloped the Grim Reaper's sickle, and it rolled violently inside. The faces of the demon and the angel appeared in the mist surface, with painful roars and whine, and even the thin shadows themselves felt unbearable.

Countless white petals appeared around Elena. The white petals opened instantly, and white light flashed out to block the excessively strong aura of death. But even so, Elena's face turned pale and a mouthful of golden blood spurted out, obviously she had suffered a lot of injuries.

"Huh? It's good vitality." Tirathomes' eyes lit up. His eyes turned a few times, smiled slightly, and grabbed Elena. Ilena was shocked, and her body was radiant in an instant. Countless illusory and real flowers grew out of nowhere like shining stars. The flowers contained countless powers of life, and actually changed the shape of the space due to their rapid and powerful vitality. Suddenly, the flowers, and the raindrops of broad beans in the sky, floated in a bizarre mirror, rolled into waves and attacked Tyrathomes indiscriminately.

This is a death zone where energy and space are cut from each other. The thin figure has already jumped to a safe place far away. Not to mention the petal phantoms formed by the twisted space, just the overly strong breath of life released by the physical flowers made him feel frightened.

However, Tirathomes smiled, very satisfied. His hand was slightly squeezing, and the huge wave of the visible sea of ​​flowers was narrowed into a streamer by an invisible force, falling into his hand. So from a distance, the scene at this time made the thin figure forget that he was the god of death. There was only an unforgettable scene in his eyes: Tirathomes covered a transparent ribbon with countless white petals in his hand. The ribbons rolled and rolled, stretched thousands of meters away, and slowly wrapped Ilena at the other end, where there were flowers in the sky, either transparent or opaque! He had an illusion that it was not the God of Life in the plane that was attacking the God of Invasion of the plane, but the God of Invasion of the plane, and in every move, created the goddess of the four lives of the plane!

This is a matter of a moment.

Divine power has always been two-way. When it allows God to attack enemies, it also allows the opponent to touch God's body.

Tirathomes pulled lightly, Ilena let out a slight cry, and then crossed a thousand meters and appeared directly in front of Tirathomes! What kind of existence is it that can play with God in the applause?

A thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, as if he was to tear the space apart with a sound. The sound should not exist in this world, but it was coming to this world at this moment. "Well, they are almost the same." Tiratmes looked into the distance, then turned the ball of flesh with his left hand, shook twice, and slapped the shaking thing into Ilena's body. Then he smiled brightly, and a smiling solidified light ball floated out of his face, sank into Ilena's forehead, condensed into a green forehead flower.

Ilena was stunned. She could feel the strong breath of life in Tiratmes' every move, but in this world, who could use this power so easily, but who else could have her own power?

And Tirathimis was laughing: "This is what you want to do."

Then, he gently threw Elena, raised his foot, and kicked Elena's butt. Elena brushed it and disappeared.

In the distance, the slimming figure suddenly felt something was wrong. He ignored it and turned around and ran away.

But Tirathimus turned his head and looked at his back and smiled bitterly again.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!