NOVEL NEXT Chapter 230: The Myth Of Being Driven Crazy
Gerald couldn't help shouting with excitement in his heart.
As long as this undead dragon is killed, the treasure it guards is his own, and this kind of boss who was once a true god, the treasure he guards, even involves the props for becoming a god.
Why didn't this make Gerald excited, and even the death of his teammates didn't affect his excited and excited mood at this time.
"Aww!!!" With a dull dragon cry, the power of the domain instantly condensed into a ball and enveloped the undead dragon at this moment, and the powerful force wiped out the flame that should have been inextinguishable.
It exposed the undead dragon that had been burned to black charcoal, and even some places had been burned to ashes. Even its soul fire became extremely weak.
But at this time, several people on Gerald's side were panting heavily, especially Gerald, who couldn't even stand still. He used up all the divine grace and spiritual power to use the incomparably powerful skills just now, but now they are still wiped out.
"Fanny," Gerald growled, "go over and give the boss the final blow!"
"But..." Fanny looked at the dying Markas, if she didn't treat him and hang him, then Markas would die immediately.
But now Gerald can no longer delay the undead dragon. At this time, they have only two choices. First, give up Markas and kill the undead dragon.
"Captain, we can retreat first, the boss will definitely not be able to recover so quickly!" Fanny whispered.
"No, we can't be sure if someone will come to steal our treasure after we leave," Gerald roared in an almost sharp voice, this is his chance to become a god, if he loses it, he will go crazy!
Suddenly, Gerald said to Fanny in a gentle voice, "Fanny, I know your feelings for me, and I love you too. After I go back this time, I will marry you and hold the most grand wedding in the world for you. Even our gods will bless us. And you will become the queen of gods. I promise, this is my chance to become a god..."
Fanny was shaken by Gerald's endless love words. She looked at the male god she had been secretly in love with for several years, and said in a daze, "Really? You will marry me?"
"Yes, I swear to my god! We will get married immediately after we go back." Gerald assured with a very firm tone.
Hearing this, Fanny finally stopped the healing technique, and Markas looked at the pair of dogs and men with his gradually graying eyes, with blood pouring out of his mouth, "F**K!!"
"Papa papa..."
Just when Gerald fantasized that he would become the first, or even the only true god on earth, a series of applause suddenly entered his ears, making his whole body tremble.
"This time the war is over, and I'm going back to my hometown to get married... Wow, you should stand for Geral's death flag," Xia Yu's voice gave Gerald a bad premonition.
"Dragon Kingdom, Necromancer! Why are you here?!" Gerald roared.
"Fanny, Fanny, kill the boss quickly, don't let him take away...Fanny?" Gerald shouted anxiously at Fanny, but when he looked at Fanny, he found a seraphim loli wearing a golden armor holding a lightsaber and beheading Fanny's head. Fanny's eyes were even full of happiness.
"No no no no!!!"
Gerald uttered the loudest voice in his life. He tried his best to attack the boss, but in the end he was taken advantage of by someone or the enemy. This made him unacceptable and wanted to resist, but now the mental power he recovered was only able to use an intermediate skill.
In the face of myth, there is no threat at all.
There is no more grace on him.
"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, I have the grace of God, killing you is like killing an ant, why, why did you appear here by such a coincidence?" Gerald yelled at Xia Yu like a lunatic at this time.
On the other hand, Xia Yu had a calm face, and even looked at him with a smile. Although he didn't say anything, Xia Yu's ironic words about him sounded in Gerald's mind.
"The person in front of me now is like a dog, he knows how to bark like crazy."
"Hey, yo, maybe he thinks he can bite me if he yells loudly."
"It's so cool to reap the benefits of being a fisherman. These idiots who worked so hard to help me and lose their lives, hahahahahaha..."
"..."
Countless sarcastic words echoed in Gerald's mind, causing his face to become more distorted, his limbs swaying wildly, and at the same time he was still chanting words.
"Impossible. I'm a genius favored by God. How can I lose to the Necromancer of Dragon Kingdom? Impossible!"
"I'm going to become a god, hahahaha."
"I won. I have already won. I will become the god of the new world. Kneel down to me, mortals."
"..."
This even made Xia Yu, who was watching from the sidelines, a little puzzled, why did this person seem to be getting more and more crazy? Really crazy?
A crazy myth can be said to be unprecedented, at least after the emergence of a professional, I have never heard of a myth professional going crazy.
But now the facts have appeared in front of Xia Yu's eyes, and Xia Yu has no choice but to believe it.
"Send him on his way," Xia Yu, who had no habit of torturing others, ordered the saint.
"Shua!" The sword light flashed, and Gerald's body, who was dancing on the spot, suddenly became quiet, and then his head flew into the air, spinning 18,000 degrees before hitting the ground heavily.
"That's the end, it's really boring," Xia Yu yawned, after all, they were all people who had slaughtered gods, and killing a quasi-god would not be as disturbing as before.
"Next, it's you, the ancient dragon!"
Xia Yu raised his head, and Deathwing was resisting the undead dragon over there. The seriously injured undead dragon was obviously not Deathwing's opponent. At this time, the soul fire on the skull was almost extinguished, and he was obviously dying.
The two giant dragons kept colliding with each other, with black scales and bone fragments flying around. Although Deathwing was powerful, the opponent was an undead, not afraid of death or pain. He traded his life for his life every time. Deathwing also suffered a small loss, but overall he was about to win.
"Saint, go and help him get rid of it."
"Yes, master."
With six wings and one leaf, the saint has disappeared in place, and the next appearance has come in front of the skull of the undead dragon.
The lightsaber in his hand quickly became larger, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters!
"God's punishment!"
The white light flashed across, as if the sky had been opened, cutting through the space.