This Hero Is Scumbag

2022-05-05

Chapter 266 Thank you, the Guardian God

skeleton is exposed. At this time, Geralster suddenly discovered that every change in Christine Neither is random. From the gushing of blood to the now exposed skeleton, he has been “becoming” false.

“Christian, what are you doing?!”

Geralster noticed Christine’s thoughts, he looked shocked, and then shouted angrily: “What are you doing? ?!”

“From the day you died, I started to build the Great End.”

The skeleton was slowly drawn out and inserted into the ground. At this time, Christine no longer looked like a human. At this time, his skeleton was turned out, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his hideous body made him look like a false Avatar in front of him.

“I know, the Gospel will not give up. Sooner or later, he will return in a swirl of dust.”

Hands are already joined by flesh and blood, Chris Ting’s voice was hoarse, as if his throat was full of blades. Geralst gritted his teeth, trembling all over, his eyes full of pain.

“The establishment of the finale can’t be hidden from him, and I don’t want to hide it from him.”

“This is what you taught me, weirdness always enjoys the feeling of planning strategies .They like to play us humans with applause, happy to watch us do useless work.”

“So, the finale I made is full of loopholes and makes people laugh.”

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The neck has been covered with black substance, and every inch of Kristin’s skin is burned by the air, but he doesn’t care, he just grins, and his voice is hoarse: “But ah, I’m here to make people laugh. A small change has been made in the final stage.”

A black, human-like “tentacle” slowly stretched out from behind him and took off Christine to cover his eyes. of cloth. When the pair of jet-black eyes reflecting the black goat appeared in front of Fake, Fake felt a shudder from his soul.

He stole his authority.

“In addition to every node and every rune connected to the Great Ending Realm, there is also an additional connection.”

In the black and red eyes, full of Madness and extreme calm. Kristin opened his mouth, and it was the wildest laugh he’d had in several decades.

“The soul of Lao Tzu.”

Christine never likes political intrigue, you come and go. Until now, he was not a qualified politician.

Because he can’t be calm, he can’t stand on the sidelines, and he can’t be a politician alone.

He still loves to gamble, just like in the grotesque disaster, he always bet with Kristen on whether he can kill more monsters. He would fight with his subordinates, trade wounds for injuries in the grotesque fight, and bet his own life.

Christian always wins, not because he’s lucky or because he’s smart. Kristin can win all the games by relying on madness.

“I’ve been a sheep for a few years, do you really think I’m eating grass?”

When the plague spread, Christine noticed the strange energy gradually eroding in the finale. Without any hesitation, before the finale was completely infected, Christine fell to the end.

This move did not surprise Roja and the Gospels behind him too much. They didn’t think it was Christine’s act of realizing his identity. Both Roja and the Gospel believe that this is Christine’s act of revenge against the nobles he hates, and it is the basis for him to take the opportunity to cleanse Yingnan.

Yes, Christine, deceived the false gods.

It’s just that Zhou Li deceived the false god with his performance and ability. Christine, on the other hand, used all the truths to pile up a true lie.

“I hate nobles, and I also hate these greedy commoners.”

Opening his mouth, his festering mouth was full of black silt, at this time Christine was completely gone Once neatly military, he was like a monster facing another monster.

“But, I don’t hate humans.”

A mocking look came from the gradually cloudy eyes, piercing the heart of the false god.

“My daughter adores me.”

“She has been proud of my name as the Guardian God of Jordan for a long time.”

Jeros I know it’s over.

The human body cannot carry the power of the Ancient God. Up to now, Christine is already unique. He looked at Christine, who was gradually collapsing in front of him, closed his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, “Are you going to leave like this?”

“Or else? Yes, you and I saw it too.”

Christian had lost his human form at this point, and he was now a shrunken fake rather than a human. He didn’t look at his body, he smiled and said to Geralster behind him: “You have to do me a favor.”

“Tell little Eli, her father is not dead, just go to the book I’m done.”

“Little Lass loves to play and doesn’t like to read books. If I really die, I have to worry about her.”

The chains and the needles slowly closed, closed, and closed again. . Every inch of his false body was torn to shreds by his own strength, and he howled in pain, but couldn’t make any sound.

Christine ‘sees” the fake, he has lost his eyes, but has the same senses as the fake. At this time, the world in his mind is a crazy, terrifying purgatory full of twisted colors. Humans become broken bones, buildings burn with blue flames, trees are nightmares made of flesh and blood, flowers are eyes one after another.

“I’ll take a step first.”

The false body made a terrifying tearing sound, and bursts of explosions shattered the surrounding glass and thin bricks. Kristin’s body began to crumble, and pieces of black fell off him and fell to the ground without any light.

“Help… you… scold… Roja… this smelly brat.”

Christine, dissipate.

Leaving only the terrifying skeletons standing on the ground, like the remains of monsters. However, no one was afraid of him.

The eyes of those humans and soldiers who were unable to move and saw everything were filled with the skeleton. No fear, no fear, these humans gazed upon Christine, upon the remains of the Sublime.

Christine, age sixty-seven, occupation is warrior.

Rank, God-given.

At the age of 30, he served as a major general and also served as commander of the Templar Knight regiment. He has many names and is defined by the world as the most powerful warrior ever. Thirty-five-year-old Kristin began his political career of more than 30 years after stepping back from the curtain. However, he did not succeed in the end, and he would never become a qualified politician.

Because at no time could he abandon Jordan, whom he loved, and the people who always admired him. He has always been like the teenager who was fighting in the grotesque disaster, and he has not forgotten the praises of the people he saved on the road.

He still remembered that on Mink Street, the girl holding a wreath was full of twinkling stars. She looked at him with pure reverence on her immature face. The girl didn’t expect that her sudden words would accompany Christine’s life.

“Thank you, Guardian God of Jordan.”

(end of chapter)