I set off the Night Parade of Hundred Demons in Tokyo

The divine blood is sprinkled on the heaven and earth. Wherever it drops, the earth heals and flowers and plants are reborn, filled with divinity.

The blood of gods is worthy of being the treasure of heaven and earth.

People's attention was not on the divine blood, but on the fatal wound on Quetzalcoatl's huge body pierced by the sword of God, where the blood shot out.

"Use your blood to revive my heaven..."

As soon as God said this, his pupils shrank sharply.

They were very close to each other because of the fatal wound. Quetzalcoatl didn't hesitate at all. He opened his mouth to spurt out blood. The majestic bloody divine light moved and bit the god's head fiercely.

"ah!!!"

God screamed.

Quetzalcoatl's attack was too fast and decisive. Even if the god reacted and retreated in time, his head would still be cracked by the bite. Most of his face was bloody and bloody. A large amount of sacred blood spurted out, like a golden rain, falling to the heaven.

This scene is thrilling, suffocating, and scalp-numbing.

At the same time, he suddenly realized that Quetzalcoatl knew that he had reached his limit and could no longer deliver a fatal blow, so he planned to use his last body to fight.

The heart is shaken and the soul is in awe.

Is this the god who can survive from the center of the initial battlefield?

He is decisive in killing, even if he loses 800 to himself, he will injure a thousand to the enemy. He knows that he is about to die soon, but he will not let the enemy go. He will fight for his life and drag the enemy with him to be buried with him.

God was seriously injured, most of his head was bitten open, and half of his face was missing. He turned his back without hesitation to distance himself from Quetzalcoatl.

Now that Quetzalcoatl's injury has broken out, his body cannot support him to exert his peak combat power, his divine power is almost exhausted, and he is on the verge of death. There is no need to fight with him now, just surround him and fight.

You must know that Quetzalcoatl cannot display his peak combat power, but his body is still really powerful. In a hand-to-hand fight with him, God is no match.

However, God retreated, Quetzalcoatl did not give him a chance, burned out the last remaining divine power, and displayed all the terrifying speed.

Looking from afar, a huge figure can be seen rushing towards God, like a dark starry sky rushing away.

The sky in this paradise rumbled, and the mountains turned into powder. It was completely caused by the endless wind. In fact, neither of them touched any mountains.

Sudden.

God's eyes flashed as Quetzalcoatl approached him. He had no time to think or escape. God struck the God's sword on Quetzalcoatl's body, and at the same time he felt a sharp pain in his body.

The jet-black feathers and snake scales danced, and divine blood splattered.

Quetzalcoatl's body was almost cut into two pieces, and the back half of the body and the front half were left in pieces.

People's attention is not on him, but on Quetzalcoatl's mouth.

His mouth was covered with blood, which was the blood of God. Unexpectedly, half of his body was hanging on his mouth, which also belonged to God, and was the lower body of God.

The believers seemed to have lost their ability to think, forgot to breathe, and forgot to remember. All they knew was the scene in front of them.

Quetzalcoatl bit the god half of his body and swallowed it.

Terrible!

Shocking!

Horror!

crazy!

At this moment, the world seemed to have lost its voice, and it was eerily silent, with only the shrill scream of God left.

At this moment, heaven is stained with blood, and God is also stained with blood.

At this moment, Quetzalcoatl's divine power burned out.

The Mayan gods in the distance were stunned and rushed towards them at all costs. The seven archangels also arrived with their angel legions.

"Lord Quetzalcoatl!!" Maya, the giant spirit god, cried.

They frantically attacked God, surrounded Quetzalcoatl, and guarded him. They watched the seven archangels and the angel legions vigilantly. At the same time, their eyes were wrapped around the divine fire, and they stared at God with a burning gaze. Their eyes were so cold that people could feel deep chills all over their bodies.

The seven archangels also protect God's surroundings and watch the Mayan gods with their swords drawn.

At this time, the world is still quiet.

No one made a sound, or even wanted to breathe, for fear of destroying the solemnity and awe in front of them, and they wanted to remember the scene in front of them.

Today both Quetzalcoatl and God are alive and dead.

However, the result is no longer important, because the battle is so tragic that no one cares about the result. They only want to know about the feathered serpent who is willing to burn his last drop of blood and tear for his people and make a fierce name in the first battlefield. Is God dead?

I want to know if the God who is truly merciful or hypocritical and also crazy is dead. If he dies, will it mean the collapse of the world's largest faith?

The holy light on God's body was dimmed to the extreme, and the light of Quetzalcoatl's jet-black feathers and snake scales was extinguished and uncertain, like the flame of a candle that might disperse with the slightest breeze.

at this time.

A rumbling sound sounded that was extremely weak but had not lost its majesty and dominance. Quetzalcoatl seemed to be too weak, its divine power was burned out, and its injuries were so severe that it was hopeless. Even speaking out was extremely difficult, but it still used all its strength to speak.

"Go and massacre the United States."

These five short words echoed and shocked the soul.

Instead of talking about killing God, he first talked about avenging his people.

Even now, even if he is about to die, Quetzalcoatl is still thinking about avenging his people. He has never forgotten the promise he made to his people, to protect his people from wind and rain. Even if his people die, he will still protect them. To bring glory and let the world remember that there once lived a group of people in this part of North America, and they were the Indians, the people protected by Quetzalcoatl.

The world was silent, even the believers in God were silent and did not curse.

Can't curse.

How can you scold such a god who values ​​his people more than the death of the highest god in a myth? Can't scold.

Even cold-blooded people are in awe.

The world understands that in the eyes of Quetzalcoatl, no ancient gods or the supreme leader of a great myth are as important as an ordinary citizen.

It's raining.

Gray drizzle, pattering

A steady drizzle falls all over the world, watering every piece of land in every place. The raindrops fall on the flowers, plants and leaves, forming water droplets sliding down the tips of the flowers and leaves, just like tears dripping down, splashing crystal tears.

The rain makes the world hazy, blurs people's eyes, and rains on everyone's heart.

This is the gods weeping, causing heaven to cry.

"Lord Quetzalcoatl..." The Mayan gods were crying.

The fierce giant-like Maya god who was so powerful before, sweeping across all directions and even defeating one of the seven archangels, had water slipping down his rough face and was no longer majestic as he cried.

He held the knife and made no movement, his eyes full of sadness.

"Lord Quetzalcoatl, please take care of yourself, you are almost dead."

Obviously he is unwilling to leave, because once he lets any Mayan god leave to slaughter, the seven archangels will most likely come with their angel legions. One less god will increase the chance of killing Quetzalcoatl.

"Go." Quetzalcoatl said weakly, the dim snake eyes blazing with determination.

The voice was very weak, almost extinguished, but it revealed something undeniable.

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