The Godslayer in the Sky of Fate

"Divine Counterattack." Reflecting back fifty percent of the damage taken in the next 3 seconds in the form of spell damage.

After the reflection was another Holy Punishment that stunned the opponent, the Black Knight's characteristic was to keep attacking, and when the attack wasn't sharp, it would become weak.

Besides, Sakamoto Ryuta who had heard the news of his demise had lost part of his sanity and failed to make excellent judgement, so he just held back and failed.

"Trash will always be trash." Kuro said. "From now on, you only deserve to kneel on the ground and add our feet." The voice was so overbearing.

But not a single Japanese man stepped forward to speak, "They have failed utterly." Yuu said so, stroking the black song in his arms.

"A nation that has lost its soul." Yo said. "There is already a power out."

。。。。。

The game continued next, with Jasnah taking on the Evil Messenger.

Well, Jasnah got the win to advance successfully, Behemoth Hoo vs. Kirito, Behemoth Hoo got the win, and Kirito's double blade stream was finished off in front of the summoning stream.

Hitzcliff defeated Black Evil and went into 8 Guns, Yo defeated Window. Kuroyukihime defeated Seishi, and Black Song defeated Caesar 。。。。。

In the end, the ones who entered the top 8 were, Yo, Black Snow Hime, Black Song, Black Dragon, Jasnah, Hitzcliff, Pumihoo, Chinese Spirit, of which there were actually 4 from the Japanese camp.

And there were also 4 from the Chinese camp.

This match has become a Sino-Japanese showdown.

But, pointlessly, it's completely considered an internal Chinese battle, because Japan is now also China.

"This must have opened the G." "There's a conspiracy in there." A bunch of white activists are screaming like this. "Why it's all those yellow monkeys."

"This game is absolutely fair." The official explained so. "You failed because you didn't try hard enough, and according to the data, Chinese players are online on average more than 15 hours a day and spend twice as much as you do."

"Oh my god, these Chinese people don't want to die."

"Moreover, the average weapon of Chinese players has been strengthened to +10, while your average value is only +6," the official explained thus. "Chinese players, on average, complete 6 quests per day, while other regions only have 3 - 5."

"Chinese players, on average, make 7 copies per day, while you guys only have 3. "

"Chinese players wash their equipment an average of 2 times a day, you guys only have 0.5."

"Chinese players make over 30,000 gems per day, you guys only have 10,000."

"This is the difference."

In all senses, did China win.

Chapter 19.

Chapter 19

The top eight in the game are facing off against each other, and at this time, something remarkable and significant is happening in reality.

Africa established the African Mutual Aid League, all the African countries joined hands under the leadership of South Africa and Egypt, and not only in Africa, but all the Muslims in the Middle East established the Great Islamic Empire.

The world was in a state of flux.

"These guys actually got along in such a way." Yo said so looking at their show, and yes, Yo is saying that there is only one winning country in a region, but what if it's a united country?

"Thought that would be a loophole." Yo thought so. "Let me add fuel to the fire."

"There's the possibility of a split in the United States, too. Like the year. The Soviet Union."

Yes, a country that once dominated the world should split up for various reasons. At this time, the United States of America, the native race whose name was once called Indians, had become slave-like because of the invaders.

A player playing Havoc today obtained an epic item.

"Demon God's Contract: Epic special item, after using it, you can get the chance to sign a contract with Demon God Baal."

This Indian joined the neutral camp and became a raging barbarian, aiming straight for the Mad God line, and this item was an item he had obtained from the NPC Demon God Baal in the Sky City.

"Want to establish immortal greatness. Mortal." Misty voices came out from it, as if it was an incredible voice from the heavens, filled with incredible allure.

"Speak your heart's desire mortal."

The black-robed man in the black magic circle in front of him was so trembling that incredible pressure extended from his body.

The mere sight of ordinary eyes put him into the hell of degradation, and the great black robe on his body depicted an ancient god holding the sun, holding a thunder hammer in his hand, as if he were the supreme god-king.

In ancient mythology, and in European culture, was called by various names, Odin, Zeus, or one of the roots of Slavic mythology. Eventually became the immortal king of the seventy-two demons of Solomon.

The demon god that was split by Yo, Baal.

"Mortal, speak your wish." So said Yo. "Or, let me fulfill the dream that your heart desires, or the problem that has plagued you all your lives."

"The problem that has plagued you all your life?" He looked at him in horror.

"That's right," said the devil with such a smile. "The source of your Indian misfortune."

From this point on, he understood that he wasn't dealing with any NPCs, but with a real demon, a real evil god. Baal.

"Let you, become a part of hell." The black flames in his hands were poured into it, and countless undead rushed into his body, not just any undead, but the hated souls of the Indians that Yo had captured from Hell.

All the pains that the Beautiful Kin had inflicted on them were infused by Yo.

Countless souls roared on the Indian's surface, becoming a demon with countless faces. No, not a demon. Rather, a creature identical to the Lord of the Shades of the Shadow World.

A collection of the dead, the fear of all the living.

"Roar!!! "The silent roar radiates out unchecked, the roar of the resurrected dead who have returned from hell to unleash their hatred on the world!!!!

"Come on, come on." Barr's magic continued to pour into it. "Very well, that's it."

"Your revenge will be fatal to this country, so. Resurrect it." Both hands let go, and the magic stopped transporting.

Endless hatred, endless despair. This was the Lord of the Shades, the collection of the dead, the hatred of the world.

"The Lord of the Shade Souls, Mirkor, has met my Lord." This Lord of Shade Souls kneeled before Yo thus. "I thank the great Demon God for granting me endless life and power."

"Very well." Yo said as he looked at him thus. "Remember what happened before you were born no."

"Remember."

"Then go and get revenge back,,," said Yo. "I give this world to you, and the final victor will get it."

"Us?" He couldn't understand the word.

"I don't need waste 。。。。" Yo said so. "I also create a few existences just like you. The one who wins in the end will be the ruler of the entire hansje. Understood...."

"Yes, great master."