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"The God-Slaying Demon King?

Perseus laughed,"Your Highness Athena, are you collaborating with such a cruel demon king?""

Athena said coldly:"Compared to the God-killer, I hate steel heroes like you even more. You are the undying enemy of the Mother Goddess like us."

"What is a cruel demon king? Fang

Chen was very dissatisfied,"We, the God-killers, are here to save the people from the ravages of you disobedient gods. We are real saviors. How can you, the disobedient gods of the cholera world, say that we are cruel?""

Perseus said proudly:"The coming of the gods only brought natural disasters and caused some people to lose their lives, but you demon kings have existed in the world for a long time, squeezing the people and causing them to completely lose their freedom."

Fang Chen always felt that these words sounded familiar and became furious:

"Fart, when did I exploit the people? Did you see it? Just open your mouth and come?"

"Demon King, your rhetoric is meaningless. What the people long for is the battle of heroes, the deeds of heroes killing the Demon King. Come and fight. The one who wins is the hero!"

Perseus raised his exaggerated sword and pointed at Fang Chen,

"Throw down the weak branches in your hands and have a fun battle!"

Fang Chen shook the branches on his hands, and dewdrops were dripping from the delicate peach blossoms:

"No need, a peach branch is enough to kill you"

"Arrogant!"

Perseus raised his broad sword high, like a white comet, and struck at an unimaginable speed.

It was a blow that was enough to break through the mountain and kill the dragon. It was as fast as thunder.

Fang Chen held up the peach branch. When he faced it, he saw that it was a fragile branch that could break at a touch, but it showed amazing strength. Perseus felt that Fang Chen seemed to be holding a magical weapon of the same level in his hand, which was unimaginably strong.

A hurricane that was enough to tear apart the wilderness. Like a bursting water ball, the hurricane swept in all directions, and the ancient arena was destroyed immediately. The huge stone pillars were broken and rolled back into the air, and the marble-paved ground was shattered inch by inch.

Until At this time, the screams of the earth and the thunderous explosions could arrive.

But even so, the peach branches in Fang Chen's hands were still safe and sound, and even the peach blossoms on the top were swaying in the wind without any damage.

"I smell the breath of the monotheistic god from this. Is this a divine tool? But I don’t remember them offering peach blossoms"

"you guess?"

Fang Chen smiled mysteriously. The sword in his hand was St. George's sword, but the appearance of the peach blossom was his illusion.

It didn't have the slightest lethality, it was just used to show off.

After all, killing a god with a sacred tool , and killing a god with a branch are two different concepts. If he were not embarrassed to take it out, Fang Chen even wanted to disguise the sword as a pink fur rabbit.

No one can bear the humiliation of being killed by a pink fur rabbit, but Fang Chen couldn't bear to fight Perseus with that thing.

A chill surged into Perseus's heart. Before he could think about it carefully, he swung the second sword, and the pure white storm swept across again. Fang Chen's body also lit up with white light, firmly melting the storm that swept up. The vast sword energy roared towards Perseus, but was blocked by him with his exaggerated scimitar.

"Demon King, your bravery is beyond my imagination."

Perseus took a step back, hung the scimitar on his waist, and said,

"But I am not just a hero who kills dragons and snakes."

A sun disk appeared behind him, and his whole person became more brilliant, like the sun. A horse fell from the sky and came to him, and he also had a bow in his hand:

"In Rome, I was also called Mithras!"

The Roman sun god Mithras was served by the military god Veleslana, whom Fang Chen killed before. Among Veleslana's ten incarnations, the white horse representing the sun is the power of Mithras.

He stroked his dazzling long bow, mounted his white horse and ascended into the sky:

"Then come and experience my power as the sun god."

He opened the long bow, and an illusory arrow of light appeared on the bowstring, covered with a layer of golden flames. A subtle buzzing sound sounded, like fire coming from the sky, and the light arrow fell from the sky with a torrent of red water. It was unimaginable. The heat burst out.

The same golden flame surged from under Fang Chen's body, turning the nearby area into a sea of ​​fire, with the aura of the same origin.

"Oh? That was the scent of Veleshrana."

Perseus smiled,"Don't you know that his sun comes from me? How can the sun burn the sun to death?"

Just when Perseus was so confident, a flash of cyan emerged from the golden flames, and Fang Chen's flames became more violent, swallowing up all his light arrows.

"Do you think you can escape by flying into the sky?"

Fang Chen was like a white rainbow, carrying a sea of ​​​​fire and attacking Perseus.

The peach branches released thousands of white lights in his hands:

"I am also very curious about whether the Sun God can be burned to death, but the answer to this question can only be verified if you survive my sword."

Perseus waved the curved blade to block the Cross Sword. Unimaginable force came from the Cross Sword, which made his hands bleed from the mouth and he could hardly hold it.

Perseus was a little unimaginable. What a god-killer. At that time, his physical fitness was even better than that of the God of Disobedience? Also——

"That is indeed a sword of yours, right? You used some unknown means to package them into branches of a peach tree."

"You guessed it right, but there's no prize."

Fang Chen kicked the horse under Perseus hard, and his head exploded. Golden blood sprayed into the sky. Then he split the scimitar with his sword and stabbed straight into his heart..

As Perseus’ life came to an end, he laughed:

"As expected of the Demon King, take my life and my power, but don’t die at the hands of others. When I come back again, I will take back the victory with my own hands."

"I hope you can really win that goddess by then."

He blinked, and Fang Chen showed a smile that all men knew, and then it disappeared like a spot of light.

Not far from the Roman Coliseum, a younger figure appeared. It was Perseus. He showed Sly smile:

"The sun will rise again after setting in the west. This is the natural principle. Therefore, isn't it natural that the sun god can be resurrected after death? That devil is still too young"

"oh? Yeah?"

Fang Chen suddenly appeared in front of him, raising his sword towards Perseus,

"There is no need to know that Pandora did not summon me to perform a ceremony, which already means that you are not dead yet."

Shua——