[BL, MTL] Anti-God (Quickwear)

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"Why do the gods supre over us?"

"Why do the gods occupy the key to eternal life?"

"Why are the gods so sought after by wanton slaughter?"

In the basement of a planet, a speaker stood on the stage and said with ** incitement. There was a huge light screen behind him, and the word "adversant" on the screen was faintly jumping, just like the hearts of the people present who were constantly being teased and stimulated.

"What on earth are they on?"

"There are billions of people on every planet in our star for 30,000 years. We have occupied countless galaxies for 30,000 years. Why let thousands of gods give orders?"

"Today, let's stop counting on the alms of the gods. Take up your weapons! Of course, we have to take back what belongs to us by ourselves!"

"That's right! Let's take it back by ourselves!"

Although everyone below had different thoughts, they followed the speaker to swear at this moment. Maybe they just want to get the chance to live forever, maybe they just want to take a breath, or maybe they want to save the world with great righteousness. The same purpose of killing gods made them join this suddenly emerging organization.

"Then let's continue today..." The speaker lowered his head and manipulated the light brain in his hand to carry out the most critical analysis activity, but the basement, which was still hot and noisy, suddenly became quiet. The speaker frowned and looked up in doubt, but only saw the young man in front of him looking behind him with a fearful face.

The speaker's heart cooled down in an instant. At this moment, he did not choose to look back, but roared loudly with red eyes: "The gods will die!!!"

Then he fell into eternal darkness. The last sentence he heard before his death was:

"Kill it all."

The man who suddenly broke in lazily shook his right hand stained with hot blood. His voice was hoarse and low, and he was born with the condescending power of the superior.

"It's Pan, the god of death! How could he come here!!!" A voice that was higher than just now suddenly burst out in the basement, and the sudden fear of death made everyone lose their way. However, this scream did not last for a few seconds, and they were slaughtered clean by the third-level gods brought by Pan's space.

Pan didn't pay attention to the howl in the basement, nor did he pay attention to when the group of people dared to hurt the gods with laser guns. He turned the light brain of the speaker just now with an expressionless face. When the man saw the inflammatory lecture, his thin lips moved up a few degrees.

"Are you asking why our gods are wrong?"

"Then I'll give you an answer. Of course, because... I'm strong enough."

Pan Rao's interested whisper was extremely prominent in the screams of the crowd, and the man's gloomy golden eyes seemed to be coated with a hazy and obscure halo by the light screen.

"These things..." After talking to himself, Pan continued to look through the information on the other party's brain. The more he looked at it, the darker his face became.

The activity that the speaker did not have time to carry out just now is to analyze the weaknesses of each god, which is also the reason why the "rebellious" attract the participation of the masses.

Naturally, they are not targeting the eight main gods, but the group of the weakest third-level gods. The speakers of this organization got so much information from somewhere. They began to analyze directly from the appearance, personality and habitual behavior of the third-level gods. Luo listed the places where the gods were most likely to go, and even boldly and thoughtfully guessed the weaknesses.