I am God Chapter 660: : Romil, what kind of **** do you want to be?

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In the cold and snowy world.

Under the dim moon, there is ashen snow falling.

Two unreasonable beings stared at each other, one with a painful expression, and the other with a distorted face.

After a while, the eagle demon's face froze, perhaps because of Nit's question, it was Mijina who appeared.

Migina answered Nite's question.

"Nit!"

"I have become the person that everyone yearns for, and you also yearn for!"

"I should be your favorite mother now!"

Migina's expression is full of joy, and it can even be said to be happiness.

Nite burst into tears: "Why do you always bring me the deepest pain, why don't you give me a little love, and leave me a little light."

Migina said: "Because, I hope you will become a strong man, the strong man I yearn for."

"If you are a strong person, nothing can hurt you, everything is just the driving force for you to move forward."

Nite: "Do you have to go through this to become a strong man? Are the hearts of those strong men made of iron and stone?"

Mijina shook her head: "Nite, you are always so weak, talking only for the weak."

Nite is suffering unspeakably: "Then why do they want to become strong, just to torture themselves?"

Migina said: "Because they have a reason to be strong."

Nits were initially absent.

Later he had.

He used to become stronger for his mother, and for the gods, then he became stronger for the people in the town who served the night hotel, and then he became stronger to save everything he did.

His desire to become stronger deepened step by step, until it reached the point where he could not give up.

The more he fell into darkness, the more he longed to become stronger, and the stronger he became, the more he fell into darkness.

He asked Miggina: "Mom, why don't you do it yourself?"

Migina: "Because my mother can't do it, I pin all my expectations on you."

"Unfortunately, you can't do it!"

"You let me down so much."

Nit lowered his head, and he asked in a low voice: "You built the town just to sacrifice them to gain power."

Migina said: "Yes."

Nit asked again: "You gave birth to me just to destroy the kingdom of light."

Migina said: "Yes."

Nit already knew about it, but he still asked, and Mijina responded to him mercilessly.

Nit stopped talking.

For when words speak, when no illusions are left, only despair and sorrow remain.

At this time, the eagle demon's face became struggling again, and the black wings spread further, and the white wings gradually became completely black.

It was as if another world was calling to her, trying to drag her out of this world.

Her voice gradually distorted.

"Yes... yes... yes..."

"I lied to you all, you are not important at all!"

"You are just a tool I use to get everything, but in the end you can't do anything, I can only destroy everything."

"If you can't get it, destroy it all."

"I hate the kingdom of heaven, the king of angels, and... this world."

"Why?"

"Why..."

"All those good things don't belong to me."

Mijina seems to have been completely swallowed by jealous desires, and the evil eyes of jealousy penetrated into her eyes and into the depths of her spirituality.

The monster laughed wildly and stared at Nit with its red magic eyes.

"Why?"

"Why are you born with the bottle of original sin? You are destined to possess great power and have the qualifications to walk on the road to becoming a god."

"Why, why are you different."

"You have everything I can't have, but you don't cherish it, and you don't know how to work hard."

"Damn you!"

"Nit!"

"Damn you!"

Mijina's voice was no longer rational, and she raised her head and let out a frenzied voice.

"Nit!"

"Everything you cherish is about to fall into the abyss with me."

"Wait a little longer, and she will become an ugly existence like me, and merge with me."

Standing in the snow, Nite suddenly woke up and looked at the ugly monster who was possessed by jealousy, and watched her go down in the midst of a mental breakdown.

As if he couldn't accept this scene, he kept shaking his head.

"You are not my mother."

"You are not my mother, who are you?"

"Yes."

"My mother wouldn't do this to me, she wouldn't do this to me."

The monster struggled, twisting its joints and walking towards Nite, as if it couldn't control its body.

"I am your mother!"

Nit stepped back again and again, and he stretched out his hand.

He said, "No, you're just a monster."

Terrifying shadows stretched behind him, overwhelming the sky.

He wants to kill the other party.

Kill the monster that pretends to be its own mother.

Seeing that Nit made a move, Mijina was not only not afraid, but even more excited.

She kept approaching Nit, speaking crazy and evil words to the extreme with a gradually decaying and ugly posture.

"That's right, that's it."

"Kill me!"

"Kill me, and you will become a strong man."

"Don't hesitate anymore, don't be weak anymore, kill me!"

Migina is probably really crazy. This feeling of destroying everything for others makes her feel addicted.

Uncontrollable, unable to extricate oneself.

Even if everything is destroyed.

It's her son.

Because, she is also jealous of the other party, jealous of everything the other party has.

Nit decided to make a move, and the overwhelming black shadow wrapped around the monster that couldn't control himself from behind him.

But at this moment, another face struggled to appear on the monster's face, shouting at Nite.

"Nit!"

"Don't!"

It was Miss Messenger's face, which made Nite stop all his movements for a moment.

Migina's words came over: "What are you hesitating about, Nite?"

Nit said blankly: "Miss Messenger said no."

Miss Messenger shouted: "No, stop Nite."

Mijina: "Nite, you are really useless!"

Nit said: "I..."

Mijina laughed wildly and shouted: "The abyss has come, let's fall into it together!"

The depraved and distorted power continued to rise, and the black feather gradually swelled and swallowed everything on the opponent.

Nite's movements were frozen at this moment, and he didn't dare to make a move for a long time.

At this moment, the appearance of the messenger seems to overlap with countless people passing by, people from the town, people from the Night Hotel, and the three Yiren brothers and sisters who are looking at him in the cold wind.

His one and only remaining light is in front of him, and he is about to lose it again.

Suddenly, Shadow Nite suddenly appeared behind him, squatting on the rails: "Don't you dare to do it?"

Nit stared at the front: "Miss Messenger is also among them."

Shadow Nite: "Of course, because Miss Messenger is about to fall into the abyss with her, do you want to see this scene?"

Nit: "That must never happen."

Shadow Nite: "Then kill her!"

Nit: "I can't, I will go crazy."

Shadow Nite: "Then let me come, I can help you."

Nit seemed to grab a life-saving straw: "Is it really possible?"

Shadow Nite grinned: "Of course it is true."

Nit closed his eyes, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Then... please."

Shadow Nite stood up and gradually walked into Nite's body.

Terrifying power transformed into countless shadows, completely engulfing the monster in front of it.

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Bright tomorrow.

The battle has reached a fever pitch, with countless dead sky messengers and angel puppets, and the dense crowd of spirits flocking to the transformation pool, there is no more movement.

And more, even the spirits were completely torn apart before they could escape.

The same is true for monsters and ghosts. A large number of ghosts were torn apart, and the flesh and blood of monsters piled up at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Light, dyeing this sacred country into a kingdom of flesh and blood.

Angel Romir relied on this kingdom of God as his home field, and fought against the King of Lust and the King of Hell from day to night.

Not only was he struggling, but he was taking a huge toll on both.

Now.

There are hardly many ghost bodies and monsters in the entire Bright Kingdom, and of course there are not many sky angels and angel puppets left.

But Romil's eyes remained firm, and he believed that he would win.

"Judgment of Light!"

Romir wielded the lightsaber, judging the powerful ghosts and monsters that rushed forward one by one, and also slashed at the sickle of death and the stick of primitive desire.

His sword has no real shape, because his real artifact embryo is the holy mountain of light under his feet, and this lightsaber seems to be something evolved from something in his heart.

But for some reason, this sword is as tough as the Sickle of Death and the Rod of Primal Desire.

And no matter how badly you suffer, you will continue to recover.

Even though the Death Scythe and the Rod of Primal Desire were covered with scars, the lightsaber in Romir's hand was still sharp, and as he slashed it again and again, it continuously released powerful power.

Naproseth once again attacked the holy mountain and was repelled. He looked at his death scythe distressedly: "This guy is really tough."

The King of Lust seems to have seen the source of Romir's power: "Spiritual power, the firmness of the heart, his magic is performed through this power."

After fighting for so long, the king of **** and the king of **** are also a little anxious.

The longer it is delayed, the more accidents are likely to happen.

The king of **** has made up his mind.

"I will summon my altar of the law of lust, and you will summon your hell."

Naproseth: "Why do you summon an altar when I summon the kingdom of God?"

King of lust: "You have the ability to summon the abyss, and I have no objection."

Naproseth is still hesitating, because it was okay when the **** was hidden deep in the dream world, and being exposed to the human world meant that he had lifted the cards of life and death.

However, the king of **** has already summoned his altar of the law of lust.

It looks like a decisive battle is about to be launched.

The altar of evil descended from the sky, and the bottle of original sin shone further, as if trying to communicate with hell.

At this time, the nine wings on the back of the angel Romir waved, and the holy mountain of light under his feet turned instantly, and unexpectedly hit the evil altar abruptly.

"Boom!"

The evil altar cracked layers of cracks in an instant, and the Holy Mountain of Light did not stop at all.

At the same time, Romir also showed his flaws.

The King of Hell immediately waved one hand, entangled layers of chains towards Romir, while the sickle held by his other hand slashed at the angel at an extremely tricky angle.

A huge ritual array opened behind Romil, and countless feathers of light scattered between the sky and the earth, welcoming the King of Hell.

But suddenly, all the light feathers faded away in an instant and gradually dissipated.

The ritual array also flickered in an instant, unable to stop the king of hell.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"Romir, you have shown your flaws."

This caused the king of **** to slash on Romir's body with a sickle, directly cutting off two wings on one side of Romir.

Holding back the instinct of screaming in pain, he fell directly from the holy mountain of light.

A large piece of the Holy Mountain of Light also cracked, as if his injury could be transmitted to the Holy Mountain of Light.

Lomir covered his shoulder with one hand and looked behind him.

"What happened?"

Romil was not worried about his injury, but at this moment he felt that he was gradually losing his spiritual authority.

And he turned his gaze to the other people on the Holy Mountain of Light, those sky envoys.

It was discovered that the form of the opponent's sky angel was about to lose its hold.

And this trend of collapse is not temporary, but irreversible.

"What's going on?" The sky on the holy mountain made everyone panic.

"My wings, my wings are melting." Everyone was terrified, and that fear came from deep inside.

"My power is becoming pure wind." Someone calmed down and noticed the change.

"This is the initial strength of the wingman." The power of the sky angel is receding.

"Where is the power of God, the power bestowed by the King of Angels?" Everyone looked at Romil.

Romil was stunned for a while.

Then, he suddenly understood something.

He looked beyond the kingdom of heaven in disbelief: "Lord Duma."

The king of **** behaved very indifferently and indifferently, she seemed to have known this moment long ago, and the action just now was for the present.

When Romil showed his flaws, he was going to kill him.

The King of Lust moved closer to the Holy Mountain of Light, and also turned his head to look outside, but kept walking.

Standing on the altar of the law of lust, she walked forward step by step.

"Unfortunately."

"The last core of the Trinity has not been obtained, and the personality has been destroyed."

"It's time to take back the spirituality bestowed by God."

Lomier looked at the King of Lust, and instantly understood: "It's you?"

After listening, Romil yelled out hatred to the King of Sexual Desire.

"She is your daughter."

Meld, the king of lust: "So, I'm here to pick her up."

Romir was extremely angry: "She is the **** of the Kingdom of Light, and she has never belonged to the abyss."

Similarly, the King of Lust also looked at Lomir with disgust.

The dissipation of Duma's personality also made Melder's loathing of Romir to the extreme. At this moment, her mood can be said to be extremely bad, and the loathing on her expression is so unconcealable.

"Duma said she wanted to make you a **** until the end, but it's a pity that she still didn't persist until the moment you became a god."

"You lost."

"Sure enough."

"How can a humble servant become a god!"

Romir was completely stunned after hearing this.

Then he suddenly covered his forehead and let out a miserable smile.

The laughter was only for a moment, and it stopped abruptly in an instant.

Then, with the hand covering his forehead, he forcibly dug out the stone of the Sky Envoy between his eyebrows.

Taking the **** stone in his hand, he transformed it into a lightsaber.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, Romil showed extreme hatred in his eyes. It was a distorted look that should not belong to the sky angels and the angels under the throne of God.

He also ignored the power that was being transformed into ordinary power, and burned all the power at the moment when the final power had not dissipated.

The power of the entire Guangming Sacred Mountain gathered on him, turning into a sword and slashing out.

The blood from the big hole in his forehead stained Romil's entire face red, leaving only a pair of eyes still bright.

He said: "Judgment!"

His words this time are no longer understated, full of hatred for evil and depravity, and obsession with eliminating evil.

And all the hatred and persistence seemed to be transformed into strength and poured into the sword in his hand.

The light shoots to the sky.

Bright light covered the sky and the earth, shining down from the high sky in an instant.

The sun seemed to appear for a moment in the dark night, causing countless panicked and frightened figures on the ground to raise their heads.

Looking towards the direction of the holy mountain.

The King of Lust had already been on guard, and also intended to provoke Romir to let him show his flaws again.

She immediately put away the altar of the Law of Lust, and blocked this powerful defensive device in front of her.

However.

She underestimated Romir's sword.

Also underestimated the importance of Duma in Romir's heart, and the decisiveness of Romir's sword.

The moment the rays of light collided and touched, Romil shattered the altar of the law of **** of the king of lust.

The king of **** immediately stretched out the stick of primitive desire to block it, but even the stick of primitive desire was cut into two pieces, and the lightsaber forcibly cut on the king of lust.

"Ah!"

The king of **** let out a scream.

She looked at Lomir in disbelief, this servant she despised could burst out with such power.

The King of Lust retreated again and again, but Romir, who was holding a lightsaber, followed closely, watching the blade approaching the opponent step by step.

At this time, the King of Hell also made a move. When Romir killed Meld, the King of Lust, he was also cut by the sickle of the King of Hell's sneak attack.

This time, instead of cutting off the wings, it cut towards the middle of Romil's body.

However.

Romil didn't care about the scythe at all, he only had Meld in his eyes, and he stepped forward desperately to kill Meld.

It doesn't matter whether you become a **** or not.

Because, he no longer has the reason to become a god.

But just as the lightsaber cut into Melder's body, his body was cut in half by the death scythe.

"Winter~bang~"

This injury was also directly reflected on the Holy Mountain of Light.

The entire Holy Mountain of Light was also broken into two pieces, because the Holy Mountain of Light had already been integrated with Romir.

The holy mountain collapsed, and a large number of sky angels enveloped and blessed by its power also fell from the sky in an instant, screaming in horror.

"Master Romil."

"How could this be?"

"There is no way, without the power of the King of Angels as the cornerstone, there is no way for Lord Lomir to succeed."

"If you fight them, death will not make them feel better."

The only remaining sky envoy also roared, fighting with the monsters and ghosts who were besieging from all directions.

The power of light dissipated wildly from it, filled the seal of the bottle of original sin, and turned into a terrifying tide.

Romir also completely lost the support of his strength, his body was a little light, and he was about to dissipate in the air.

Before Romir's body dissipated and exited the scene, the King of Hell immediately moved again, waving the scythe of death in the form of a terrifying **** of the dead.

It's just that the target is no longer Romir, but another existence on the side.

Because of the loss of the altar of the Law of Lust, the stick of primitive desire was cut off again and became Meld, the King of Lust.

Naproses, the king of hell, showed no mercy, and said as he struck.

"Okay, Duma is yours, and the kingdom of heaven is mine."

"Now, you got what you wanted."

"It's time to get out."

Naploses, the king of hell, took advantage of the darkness to completely defeat the king of lust's stick of primitive desire, which was tantamount to interrupting the king of lust's path to becoming a god.

There is only one spar that emits the light of color desire, which turns into a ray of light and hides away.

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The laughing and triumphant voice of the King of Hell came from above, but Romir couldn't care less about listening.

The angel wings on his back slowly dissipated, and he visualized a young man with wings, and then the body that had embarked on the road to becoming a **** then turned into light, and then dissipated.

Unstoppable, nothing seems to be left behind.

Romil didn't care at all, he just looked at the sky and murmured the name of the King of Angels.

"Lord Duma!"

He stretched out his hand, and there seemed to be that beautiful but cold figure in front of his eyes.

He closed his eyes.

Time seemed to go back to that day, back under the Bell Tower of Heaven.

At dusk, Lomir followed Duma cautiously, looking at the lights in the world.

The wind lifted her long hair, she pointed to the distance and said.

"Romir, if you can become everyone's god, what kind of **** do you want to be?"

At that time, Romil failed to answer, but asked Lord Duma what kind of **** he wanted to be.

Duma told Romil: "At all costs, protect everyone's god."

"A merciful, loving God."

"No matter how powerful she is, she is merciful to mortals, because she is our god."

Duma smiled sadly. She always showed such a sad expression. She told Romil that she was a naive person with naive wishes.

At that time, Romir did not dare to tell Lord Duma, but now he can say it.

In a world where the snow is falling, the holy mountain of the kingdom of heaven breaks and collapses and falls from a high place, following Romir to the finish line.

In the wind, his outstretched hand seemed to want to touch Duma's always sentimental face, so that she could really smile happily.

He said to the sky: "I want to be the **** who guards your innocent ideals and dreams!"

The radiance dissipated, like a shattered dream bubble, or a dream come to an end.