Whew, whew!

In order to calm down quickly, Dean took a deep breath, and his gaze fell on his chest-

[Blood of the Gods]!

Dean has always been quite wary of this particular being.

And the qiē just now just shows the necessity of his vigilance.

"What exactly?"

Dean thought back to the other end of the 'line', but just thinking about it made him feel a shudder all over his body, the kind that he didn't control.

And when he thought about it more carefully, Dean's body showed a certain sense of resistance.

Or rather...... Warning of biological instinct!

"Can't even think about it? It's terrifying! ”

Dean smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, his eyes glinting.

He lowered his head and looked at the 'Holy Sword' in his hand again, and then, cutting his fingers again, he waved the Holy Sword in his hand with the technique of 'Cross Sword Technique'.

Suddenly, darkness and thin lines appeared again.

Dean couldn't bear to pay attention to the long, boundless end that led to the void, just looked at the part that connected to his body and the one that thought of the failed product of the Son of Morbius.

He lifted his steps and walked towards the failed Son of Morbius.

Immediately, the 'thread' that connected them became tight and strong.

At the same time, the [Divine Blood] in his chest began to exude the familiar hunger of Dean.

And when Dean backs away, the 'line' becomes loose and empty.

However, the hunger pang has not changed, it is still strong!

But. Dean completely ignored the hunger. His attention. Completely put on this 'line' -

Constrained by distance!

Dean's brow was slightly relaxed at this point, after all, he didn't want to be closely associated with a group of corpses.

However, the other end ......

Dean watched with his peripheral vision.

Not the slightest change!

No matter how far apart he was, the 'line' was still deciphered and unusual, seemingly completely free from the limits of distance.

And this is definitely not good news, suddenly, making Dean just let go of his brow. It wrinkled again.

First of all, on the other side of this 'line', according to the instinct of the body, Dean must be there a very terrifying being!

Secondly, that extremely terrifying existence seems to have a great connection with [Divine Blood]!

Finally, and most importantly, that terrifying being, the blood of the gods, is connected to him like the failed product of the sons of Morbius.

Although he is dead, he is the blood of the gods. There are still remnants, and the impact is still there.

Even the dead bodies. There is no escape......

Dean's face became solemn.

For Dean, and indeed for any person, there is absolutely no desire to be stared at by a terrifying powerful being.

Because, you don't know what the other person will do at all.

Or, even if you know what the other person is going to do, can you resist in such a constant state of staring?

The kind of existence that has not yet appeared, and can make Dean tremble just by memories, with his current strength, it is simply impossible to resist.

And accumulate strength to achieve the same as the other party, or even surpass the process?

Empathy, Dean is absolutely impossible to give such an opportunity to a 'little bug' who is constantly watching, once the signs are found, it is directly stifled.

"This connection must be severed!"

This thought in Dean's heart burned like a flame.

However, Dean's whole body is becoming more and more calm.

He pondered the possible consequences of a qiē.

In the face of this unknown, inexplicable, and powerful being, Dean became more and more cautious.

Instead of starting with himself, he looked at the failures of the sons of Morbius.

Then, Dean slowly stepped back.

When this distance reached the 'line' that allowed the two sides to connect, becoming the most loose and illusory, and would not be changed by the distance, the 'holy sword' in Dean's hand slashed down.

He relied on this 'holy sword' to see these 'lines', so can these 'lines' be cut off by the 'holy sword'?

Such speculation had already appeared in Dean's mind.

At this moment, he is just cautiously testing and verifying his guesses.

Syllable!

There was a crunching sound, like the cracking sound of a hammer hitting porcelain.

The 'thread' broke straight and then shattered.

It turned into flakes of powder and dissipated into the black void.

Then, the black and silk threads disappeared again, and the surroundings changed back to the scene of a barren sky city.

Dean stared at the frost-covered Sons of Morbius.

Observed with the naked eye, there is no effect in the slightest.

However, the [Blood of the Gods] in the chest has undergone the most significant change-

The burning hunger is gone!

"With the disappearance of the 'line', and the qiē disappears...... These 'lines' ......"

Dean subconsciously guessed.

The first thing that comes to mind is what Malcolm called 'reversing cause and effect, fate'!

Of course, according to the hypocrisy of a person like Malcolm, he will definitely not tell the truth, and there will definitely be a trace of cover in it, but the general direction should be right.

"The 'holy sword' that cut off cause and effect and fate?"

Dean groaned.

On Godez, there are many rumors about cause and effect, fate.

Even, during the period of the conquering king and empress, there was a legendary hero who manipulated the thread of fate: the hermit!

Wait a minute!

Thread of Fate?!

Dean was stunned, and subconsciously recalled the silk threads under the black void just now.

"Are these the so-called threads of fate?"

Dean couldn't help but guess.

Then, Dean's face became more and more ugly.

Because, if his guess is correct, then at this moment he is. It's connected to the fate of a certain being!

One person's fate is connected to another's fate. Sounds so good. People can subconsciously think of lovers, lovers and the like.

However, when the relationship between the two is strange, and one of them is so strong that the other can only look up, such a connection is obviously not good.

Especially when you think about the appearance and characteristics of [God's Blood].

Dean instinctively conjured up one word: feed!

Looking at the Ring of Morbius and the Cult of God, especially when Malcolm manifested an illusion similar to the statue of Morbius, Dean was able to confirm that Malcolm had also received the Blood of the Gods and had made some modifications to his body.

As for Susanna?

Think of the appearance of each other's ugly and the monsters in the burial queue. Dean wouldn't have doubted either.

The blood of the gods is capable of devouring each other!

But ordinary devouring is obviously not enough, what is needed is a kind of life-and-death battle, and the one who devours all the competitors is the winner!

And the ultimate fate of such a victor ......

Subconsciously thought of the boundless thread of fate that led to somewhere in the void, and Dean shuddered in his heart.

That unknown Cun Zài, who paid his own blood to create such a situation, is definitely not engaged in a charity event!

Definitely because of things that are beneficial to each other!

And this is a good thing......

"I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the end of devouring!"

It was the only possibility that Dean could think of.

Call!

Dean took another deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly. He slashed his finger again, blood soaking the blade of the Holy Sword.

Dean once again saw the black void and the thread of fate.

And when you have a general understanding. Dean looked at the thread of fate no longer as puzzled as before, at least he understood why Malcolm and the leader of the 'seekers' were so scarce.

Life has ended, and as the thread of fate, it will naturally come to an end.

And the dying?

Naturally, it is a fate that cannot be ended even by death.

Dean is not difficult to understand this.

After all, Dean believes that there is a similar fate in him!

However, it is definitely not the root that connects to the blood of the gods.

Lowering his head, Dean looked at the thread of fate connected to the inexplicable existence in his chest, and then, raised the 'holy sword' in his hand, and then slashed down-

Clang!

Although there were no sparks, the sound of metal clashing was incomparably clear.

Then......

That thread of fate is not damaged in the slightest!

"This?!"

Dean was stunned, his brow furrowed.

Although this one is tight and strong compared to the thread of fate that was cut before, this steel-like strength is really beyond Dean's expectations.

Moreover, even steel, with the sharpness of the 'Holy Sword', coupled with his strength, can be broken with a single sword.

Clang!

Dean didn't have the slightest room to spare, and with all his strength, he slashed out with a sword again.

However, the results have not changed at all.

"It's not because of the strength, it's not because of the 'holy sword' itself......"

Dean ruled it out one by one.

Eventually, Dean attributed it to the Blood of the Gods itself.

"Because the [blood of the gods] is in my body, do you keep slashing?"

Dean guessed.

And before Dean could confirm it further, a huge will suddenly loomed on the other side of the line of his fate.

Even though it has infinite length, that huge will still affects Dean.

After the uncontrollable tremor of the whole body, it was as heavy as lead.

At this moment, Dean seems to have changed back into an ordinary person in an instant.

The 'Holy Sword' in his hand also became extremely heavy.

His whole person was even more dazed from the bottom of his heart.

And the 'Dragon's Prison', which Dean was gradually able to perceive clearly, began to blur.

Only one place hasn't changed.

The Way to Kill!

Even, it's getting clearer and clearer.

The rich blood-red light shone like the scorching sun.

Killing Intent!

The pure and extreme killing intent converged into a countercurrent and slammed into Dean's soul.

The one who changed my life...... Kill!

The heart is a knife, which means a blade...... Wherever you look, you can kill!

Dean's own cry erupted in Dean's heart.

The brief moment of dazedness disappeared in an instant, and Dean came to his senses completely.

"When I lose my courage, I am like an ant—I will never be an ant to be slaughtered!"

Feeling the huge will that was getting closer and closer, Dean suddenly turned the 'holy sword' and stabbed it at the [Divine Blood] in his chest, without hesitation.

……

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)