Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The ammunition compressed by the elements is pouring frantically towards the enemy in front of you. The light and heat generated when it rubs against the air at high speed illuminates the entire cave like a flare. It is simple and rude, and has great lethality. You don’t even need to change the bomb, just continuously. It is enough to provide elements for it. Hot blood was flowing and spreading on the hard and cold ground, wailing and sharp howling intertwined.

There was fire reflected in Ge Xiu's pupils, and his clear eyes looked at the scene indifferently without sorrow or joy.

Suddenly, there was a faint breaking sound in my ears.

The light noise, mixed with the loud roar of the surroundings, seemed extremely insignificant.

However, Ge Xiu didn't know why, he felt that his heartstrings were fluctuated by some unknown force. This strange intuition made him look to the right. One of the magic puppets behind him was under his control. He rushed out quickly and stood in front of him—

A huge, pitch-black net firmly trapped the magic puppet. The tiny spikes entwined on the net ropes were surrounded by tiny black mist spreading outwards, which instantly made the magic puppet lose its ability to move. Kang Dang Kang collapsed locally.

This is... the dark element?

Ge Xiu was taken aback.

Are the necromancers who are looking for him also here?

…It's a bit difficult now.

He originally wanted to deal with one wave before dealing with another wave, but most of these necromancers act separately, and they always hide in the night habitually, so they are not as easy to grasp as the whereabouts of the Templar knights. They arrived. The speed was much faster than Ge Xiu expected.

but-

Ge Xiu turned his head to look into the darkness in the cave on the left, and frowned thoughtfully.

He didn't actually see the direction in which the spell was cast just now, and the battle disrupted the flow of elements in the cave. Necromancers are often good at masking the breath. It is logically difficult to determine the enemy's location.

However, he didn't know why, he just knew that the other party was hiding less than a hundred meters away to his left.

This feeling is very strange, as if some kind of gravitational force is close to intuition, and as if it is just a guess for no reason.

But Ge Xiu just felt that his own feeling was not wrong.

Under such a powerful and terrifying spell shooting, many Templar knights fell before they even had time to resist, and the remaining knights in the first round of attacks retreated to the huge rock in the cave under the cover of the mage. Behind the column, the crushed person couldn't lift his head at all, and couldn't find out what was happening outside.

Ge Xiu chanted a light spell with his excellent memory under the cover of the noisy surroundings, and then threw it towards the place where the group of necromancers had hidden their bodies. Then, he suddenly stopped confronting the magic puppet. With the supply of our elements, he turned and ran towards the depths of the cave.

So, when the Templars rushed out from behind the stone pillars in full arms, they happened to encounter the necromancer who had been disguised for some reason.

Hearing the chaotic voice behind Ge Xiu, his lips slightly curled up.

The Templars and the Necromancers are incompatible with each other, especially this time they came for the same purpose-this is very interesting.

Let them kill each other and consume each other's strength, just to buy time for themselves.

The sound of the swift wind swept past her ears, and the whistling of spells in the distance and the metal clamor was thrown far behind her.

Ge Xiu thought for a while, and finally decided to raise his hand to summon his frog back.

After quickly reviewing the information that the magic puppet had sent back during this period of time, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

-When the full moon came, it was slowly approaching, but Elanor has not had any news so far, nor has it appeared within the detection range of his own magic puppet.

So, what is he getting stuck in his footsteps?

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Under the moonlight, a giant wolf staggered from the sea of ​​blood on the mountain.

Its scarred fur was wet with blood, and the shredded flesh and blood remains on its sharp white fangs. A pair of scarlet mullions gleamed in the cold moonlight. It was purely primitive and barbaric. The desire to spread among them.

The red claws slammed on a man's chest, and the claws sharp enough to tear the space were deeply plunged into the opponent's skin, and they could tear the opponent into pieces with a little effort.

The giant wolf lowered its head, and the white gas erupting from its mouth was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

The fear of death strangled the man's throat, and he shouted in horror: "Ye, Elano! Believe me! It's really not that I have any hostility to you, yes, it is the **** of light he..."

"Believe...?" The giant wolf's voice was low and hoarse, with a sullen smile: "This word is actually spoken from the **** of fraud, how ironic."

The giant wolf continued to approach, and the terrifying fangs exuding a strong presence forced the opponent to turn his head tremblingly, trying to stay away.

Leno narrowed his eyes slightly: "However, I did not expect that you would be able to leave God's Domain."

The cheating **** instantly changed his face: "Did you remember?"

Elena snorted: "How is it possible? My godhead is gone, don't you remember?"

"Like this—" The sharp claws popped out instantly, tearing the flesh easily, slashing the ribs, and tearing open the soft belly in the opponent's wailing roar, and then continued to deepen until a sharp and hard spar was embedded. The giant wolf stared at him coldly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, just let you taste how I felt at the beginning."

Scarlet blood splashed out in the moonlight.

"Crack" and "Kacha".

A sharp howl erupted from the throat of the deceitful god. His godhead was crushed abruptly in his body. He passed out from the pain, and was still shivering even though he was unconscious, half-dead on the ground. Twitching.

Leno exhaled heavily.

The **** of fraud will cooperate with the temple to lay an ambush, which is indeed unexpected.

It seems that the light and darkness on the continent are now returning to balance, so that there are gods that can leave the realm of the gods and come to the continent.

However, it should be limited to the small role of the **** of fraud.

Powerful gods like Guangming God are much more restricted, so they can only use the temple and other weaker gods to exert influence on the mainland.

The dizziness hit instantly, causing Elano's body to sway a little-the wound on his body was scratched by a divine tool, almost incurable, and he was consuming his life force quickly.

Although Fenrir is an extraordinary existence that can kill the gods, there is still a gap between whether there is a god.

He was only a marginal victory this time.

Leno turned his head and looked at the shattered golem behind him, a trace of anger flashed deep in his eyes.

That was the gift Ge Xiu gave him... he was treated like this...

He coldly swept the unconscious God of Deception under his feet, and suddenly felt that he was too light to strike.

Unfortunately, there is not much time left for him now.

Eleanor looked up at the moon, and the moon's shadow was reflected in his scarlet pupils, like two small light spots.

Tomorrow is the full moon.

—You must go back quickly.

The wings behind the giant wolf spread out and flapped, and the huge wind that rolled up lifted his body and flew towards the distance under the cold moonlight.

at the same time.

Ge Xian dealt with the group of people trying to catch him in the dark cave.

After living here for nearly a month, Ge Xiu has already mastered the terrain here. Although most of the magic puppets were sent out by him, most of the remaining are elites who have been strengthened and improved. He dismantled and studied the large-scale destruction weapon in the starship, and combined the product with the magical element system of this world. If used properly, a magic puppet can even destroy an army.

—And in this world, there is no one who can use these weapons more than Ge Xiu.

Although the number of opponents far exceeds him by nearly a thousand times, and there are more reinforcements coming continuously-whether it is Templars or undead spells, the number is increasing rapidly, but in front of Ge Xiu, they almost It is equivalent to a child with bare hands, that is, there is no advantage in terrain, and no advantage in strength. In addition, there are unresolvable enmities and entanglements between those teams. It is simply impossible for them to revert to each other.

If it weren't for the fact that those teams were too scattered, and new support continued to join the battle, this game would have ended long ago.

Ge Xiu leaned on one of the demon puppets and yawned sleepily.

While he was able to do his job, he even felt a little bored—the sleepiness came to him again, and even worsened.

He flattened his mouth and blinked away the wet tears from the corners of his eyes. Within his sight blurred by the mist, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes without warning-suddenly and strangely appeared in the air not far away, There is almost no elemental change.

Drowsiness disappeared instantly.

Ge Xiu woke up abruptly, and the surrounding demon puppets suddenly transformed into a defensive posture as his mind changed, and the pitch-black muzzle bit the human figure in front of him.

It was a man with a long stature. The long hair hanging down to his waist and his eyes were both brilliant gold, and his red and full lips with a slight smile walked towards Ge Xiu slowly.

"You are not human." Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes: "God?"

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise: "So fast? Not bad."

He stopped a few steps away from Ge Xiu, his lips deepened with a smile: "I heard that you are smart... I've seen this once in tens of thousands of years."

The man stretched out his hand and easily snatched the gun it was holding from one of the magic puppets, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

He looked at the weapon forged from metal in amazement, and praised:

"Very exquisite...unbelievable, these are all designed by you?"

Ge Xiu looked at him calmly.

According to the strength that the other party has just shown—and the almost condescending attitude of admiration right now, the gap between them may be even more terrifying than imagined, and it is the sky moat that cannot be crossed by all the magic puppets he has created.

Extreme confrontation of force is unwise.

Ge Xiu raised his finger, only to hear the rubbing sound of a piece of metal, all the magic puppets put away their weapons under his command.

He leaned back to his previous position again, curled up like a boneless cat, and raised his eyebrows lazily:

"Isn't it basic politeness to introduce yourself before asking questions?"

The man gracefully bowed to Ge Xiu: "I am the **** of promises."

"Ge Xiu." Ge Xiu reported his name concisely: "However, you probably knew it a long time ago, didn't you?"

"Nature." The God of Promise nodded: "But I still prefer to hear it from your mouth—Did you take this name yourself? After you escaped from the control of the demons?"

Ge Xiu shrugged noncommittal: "After all, those idiots are not interested in naming the experiment."

The God of Promise stared at him and asked, "Do you know why I came?"

"Of course it took my life." Ge Xiu lazily raised his eyelids: "Since the Temple of Light is dead or alive, no matter whether I am dead or alive, that door will definitely be able to open—"

He seemed to suddenly want to understand something, and suddenly stared at the tall **** in front of him, his dark and deep eyes were astonishingly bright:

"I am actually not the key...I am the door."

In this case, everything makes sense.

To open the door to the reverse side of the continent, the key is indispensable. If the key is destroyed, the front and back sides of the continent will no longer be able to connect—but not vice versa.

Those pattern totems that deeply imprint the depths of their bodies will break free of their bodies and appear in the air every time the full moon, because they themselves are "doors"! Just being sealed in the depths of your body, then, as long as you kill the host... "door" can break the seal! The back and the front of the mainland can become one again!

So "it doesn't matter if it's dead or alive."

Because the purpose of Guangming God was actually to kill him!

Ge Xiu straightened his back and stared deeply at the **** in front of him: "However, there is one thing I can't figure out. Since I can be killed, the door can be opened-but the group of demons, from the beginning until now, they have not killed me. Attempt. Even these sent necromancers will avoid deadly parts when attacking, why?"

The God of Promise asked, "What do you think it is because of?"

"Because they don't know."

Ge Xiu answered very quickly, as if he already had an answer in his heart.

His eyes were pitch black, and there were two compelling firelights shining at the bottom of his eyes: "You made the'door'. It was you who sent the'I' to the back of the mainland. You just made the demons mistakenly believe that you have found it. The way to open the door, so they don’t know the real way to open the door from beginning to end—so they dare not kill me."

The smile on the corner of the lips of the God of Promise has completely faded at this moment.

The handsome face became cold, and the human face was reflected in the golden eyes.

He slowly said: "I really didn't expect you to be able to reason to this point."

Ge Xiu looked back at him, his face calm and peaceful, as if he didn't have the slightest sense of panic that his life was threatened, he curled his lips: "Then?"

This time, the God of Promise smiled instead: "There is no more."

He slowly walked towards Ge Xiu, looking down at him high up, with the corners of his lips curled up, as if he had mastered the situation again: "Even if you know how much it is, your life is over, you The reason why you are still breathing and heartbeat now is because I have rewarded you with these few minutes, understand?"

The man's tall figure cast a deep shadow, completely covering Ge Xiu's thin figure.

The golden eyes are backed by light, ruthless and unfeeling, like two inorganic glass beads, killing intent and threatening are like silk threads around the neck, slowly tightening—

Ge Xiu did not resist.

He didn't move a finger, and he didn't even call out the devil's stubborn resistance. He just raised his head obediently and quietly looked up at the man who was about to kill him, as if he had already lost his fighting spirit and calmly accepted the landing on him. fate.

In the next second, a bright and dazzling flower of blood suddenly appeared on the thin chest of the young man, and the man's ten fingers plunged deeply into his chest. The bright red and hot blood instantly dyed his clothes red, like an unstoppable spring. The gurgling dripping, splashing on the ground, condensed into a pool of blood in an instant.

Cruel joy flashed across the face of the **** of promise.

He continued to push his palm slowly toward the depths, and his sharp fingertips tore the flesh and blood vessels.

He stared at Ge Xiu's suddenly pale face, as if enjoying the moment before his death.

Suddenly, the look of the **** of promise changed.

He stabbed forward with more force, but, for some reason, his palm could not move forward, as if there was an indestructible barrier blocking the body of this young man before him. Even the power of God could not break through.

How... how is it possible?

Ge Xiu quietly examined the other party's expression, his pale paper lips were stained red by the blood constantly pouring out of his mouth, and he ticked down along the sharp and fragile chin, dampening the opponent's cuffs.

His voice was very low, weakened by blood loss, but his steady voice did not tremble at all:

"You know that I escaped from the hands of the demons. Do you know how I survived in the abyss on the opposite side of the mainland?"

The palm of the **** of promise was groping in the cruelly broken chest of the young man, and an incredible expression slowly appeared on his face. The previous victory had completely disappeared from his face at the moment—

This, what is this?

Could it be...?

The boy's blood-stained lips approached, and a low breath was sent into his eardrum: "Do you know how many times I have been gnawed and only half of it is dying?"

In the next second, the face of the God of Promise was distorted with horror.

His fingers finally touched the area close to the heart—outside the lively, throbbing muscles, a long rib tightly protected it in it, and the terrible energy contained in that bone made the promise. God felt extreme fear and horror.

In his entire life, he had only felt such a terrible feeling almost deep into his soul once.

That was 30,000 years ago, when the God of Darkness swept his gaze from him in the battle of the gods that spread across the continent.

That pure sense of being suppressed, and the instinctive fear that spread from the depths of his soul, made him unforgettable even after 30,000 years.

This is…! This is a **** bone! !

how come? ? ?

How can it be? ? ?

The God of Promise was almost panicked, and the Six Gods fixed their gazes on the face of the young man in front of him without a master.

Ge Xiu lifted the dazzling red lips stained with blood, with a happy expression: "It seems that you are not clear about this. It can only be that the demons on the opposite side of the mainland did not act as you imagined...but can Let you show such a funny expression of horror, I am afraid it is higher than I previously imagined-then there are only the two innate gods."

He continued: "I read in a book before that the bones of the gods have the ability to attract each other, plus the group of necromancers can always find my place inexplicably, and I can always be in the dark. Knowing where they are... Then, so to speak, I am afraid that the bone in my body is a bone of the Dark God."

The face of the **** of promise has been distorted.

He could not imagine that there is such a human being who can carry out purely rational logical thinking and judgment under the premise that a big hole is punched in his chest by his opponent...

It's terrible!

However, according to the current situation, he may not be able to kill Ge Xiu, so the best choice now is to leave temporarily, and first explain the situation-

As the **** of promise thought, he pulled out his palm.

However, the weak young man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist. The cold fingers seemed to have no temperature at all, like the soul from the netherworld. The strange feeling made the God of Promise all over the body. With a tremor, he subconsciously stopped the action.

Ge Xiu held the man's wrist tightly, and even sent the other's palm into his chest again.

The corners of his lips were slowly raised, the red lips exuded the fragrance of blood, and the sharp snow-white tiger teeth pressed against the lower lip, with an almost sly malice:

"Let me guess, you are not the only one who left God's Domain to perform the task? One of you is responsible for dragging Elano, the other is responsible for killing me."

The pupil of the **** of promise shrank suddenly.

Those dark and deep eyes are like bottomless black holes, as if they can **** human souls in. In the depths of those eyes, excited and happy flames are tearing and clamoring, as aggressive as beasts. .

The boy leaned slightly, his low, hoarse voice was like a whisper:

"Guess, why should I tell you so much?"

There were heavy footsteps behind him, cutting like a blade on the heart of the God of Promise. His back was stiff as iron, hot sweat oozes out, almost completely soaking his clothes-he didn't even dare to turn his head.

The arc of the smile on Ge Xiu's lips deepened, as if the devil's strategy finally succeeded:

"...Because the magic puppet I arranged at the entrance of the cave told me that the master here is back."

The face of the **** of promise was horrified and terrifying, the previous calmness and contempt had long disappeared from his face, and all that was left was horrible fear and cringe.

—So, from just now, he has been... wasting time.