The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game

  Chapter 189 Acting on behalf of theocracy (two in one)

   Lynn, Lynn's father, and Lynn's family members are rare unbelievers in this world.

  Almost none of the men in the Blazer family participated in the weekly prayers. Only Mrs. Blazer would go to church because of social invitations.

  In their blood is human pride, revering the gods, but never giving everything to anyone but themselves.

  Human beings are favored by gods after they have developed. In the initial period, no gods gave them help.

   This kind of inheritance made Lin En just use topics to avoid even when facing Yvette's invitation.

  Yvette always said that he was her follower, but in fact, he didn't even have a brand of Slaanesh on him.

   "But I am not the chosen one, so why am I able to stand here?"

   Lynn frowned.

  The champion gladiator must be a confrontation between two god-chosen, there is no doubt about it, but he is not.

  Although it is said that the gaze of the gods does not require his own consent, but the current Yvette obviously does not exist to bless others, nor does he feel any specialties in himself other than the power obtained through his own learning.

   While learning, it is even more impossible

etc.

   "I'm a bit stupid"

  Lin En smiled lightly and shook his head, then raised his eyes slightly.

   A desolate breeze blew through the gap between him and the orc, and they met eyes for the first time.

   "Human." Assadron raised his eyebrows slightly, "I like your eyes, but."

   "That's not something you can have."

  "The weak don't need to be stubborn, the weak are useless, and the stubbornness of humans like you is even more ridiculous."

"Hehe." Lynn stretched lazily, and said casually, "If I say that after thousands of years, all of you orcs will be slaughtered by humans, and the rest of you can only hide in the mountains Can you believe that you can survive in the old forest?"

  The corner of Assadron's ferocious mouth raised a little rarely: "Human, your ridiculous joke is well told."

   "So, I won't refute you." Lynn spread his hands, "After all, the knowledge in your brain is appallingly barren, and it is difficult for ignorant creatures to discover their ignorance."

  “.”

   Assadron's heart suddenly started beating strongly.

   This means that his mood has fluctuated.

   "Human, you have offended me."

  He firmly clenched the cold scimitar in his hand.

  As a more advanced biological race, he shouldn't be angry because the weak ants spoke, but the other party's almost contemptuous ignorance and arrogance as if he was superior to them made him have to raise his anger.

  The weak should be beaten, and he must bear the consequences of infringing on the powerful.

   "Boom—"

   It was the floor beneath his feet that took on Alshardlon's anger first.

  With the blessing of their unique talents, the physical strength of the orcs can even be compared with the same level of monsters known for their physicality in a short period of time. When he charged, he was like an unstoppable chariot, flying dust and floor fragments in his path.

  At least at this moment, it is impossible for anyone to stop him.

   "Humans, it really can't."

   Lynn suddenly smiled, grinning.

  He raised his head and looked to the sky.

  There are no stars on the sky above the wilderness. The only point of light is a purple full moon.

  The moment he raised his head, the entire sky seemed to fall into his eyes, even the moon.

  Close your eyes, then open them again, Lin En stared at the orc who had already walked in front of him.

   Assadron's movements froze.

  At this moment, he suddenly felt that the tiny human being in front of him had undergone a radical change.

  Even though the speed of his blood flowing in the blood vessels did not speed up or slow down, even though his appearance was still the smoothness that orcs hated the most, even though his breath couldn't lift a leaf up and down.

   But Assadron just felt that he had changed.

  He looked at himself like that without blinking his eyes, as if he was in a daze, but in the senses of the orc, he had already seen himself clearly.

  “I probably know why there are rumors that say, ‘God loves the world, but not everyone’—it’s really hard for them to see every black spot under their feet.”

Lin En's eyes flashed with a purple fire that seemed to melt the world, and the majesty in the deep pupils completely controlled every cell in the orc's body. If he had any act of resistance, the orc's heart would be crushed immediately in the next moment. crumb.

   "Ru Ru."

Assadron wanted to yell angrily, insulting his opponent to relieve his panic in the face of difficulties, but his tongue seemed to be cut off, and he could only utter vaguely like A low whimper like an abandoned cat.

  The orcs who didn't know the truth stared with eyes like light bulbs, and their mouths were so big that they could stuff an ostrich egg into it.

  A strong man several meters tall, a top warrior in the tribe, made such a weak voice when he was most likely to be praised by everyone.

   It is eye-popping and surprising to everyone.

   They looked at Lynn on the opposite side at the same time, wanting to find out what he did.

  The next moment, they saw the lips of the human who was extremely weak in their eyes slightly opened and closed.

"go back."

   Assadron's huge body suddenly began to tremble violently.

  His will is constantly trying to resist this command, but every cell in his body is telling him.

   "Obey, obey him, obey him."

   So Elshardron started backing away.

Step by step, according to the trajectory when he came, even the footprints returned to the place where he was standing at first, with his hands hanging down, and the long knife hanging down to the ground, as if he had returned to the state when he was preparing for the battle, or as if he had given up. resistance.

   "Ru Ru."

   Assadron's face, which can be said to be extremely ugly from the perspective of human aesthetics, has ferocious blue veins bulging.

  The will of a brave man tells him that he must not succumb to this, but his body, which has experienced many battles, is completely unwilling to obey the orders of his brain.

  Just a little bit, he was going to kneel down.

  Lin En walked slowly and leisurely in front of Elsardron, just like the orc before slowly watching Lin En flee in embarrassment, but now his opponent can't move.

  The footsteps stopped, Lynn raised his head slightly, and asked with a smile.

   "You want to ask, how can I do it, right?"

   Assadron nodded stiffly.

   "Hehe." Lynn smiled, "Why do you think I will tell you?"

   "Who does the gods prefer, do they need a reason?"

  The orc's pupils were instantly bloodshot, which was a special phenomenon caused by emotional fluctuations.

  At this moment, he felt as if he had penetrated the truth other than fighting.

  No matter what kind of gods, it seems that no one has engraved the word "fairness" into the scriptures of their believers.

   God loves the world, may not be able to love everyone, but can still show favoritism if He wants to.

  The chosen ones are the chosen ones because they are chosen by the gods.

   Has anyone ever said that God's Chosen One cannot be a stepping stone for others? Has anyone ever said that the competition for the God's Choice champion must be decided by the fairest judgment?

   No, never.

  The latter's justice is entirely based on the fact that creatures take it for granted under the gaze of the gods.

  But when the gods also participate, this "justice" is like their own entertainment.

  Looking at the orc in front of him who had begun to doubt his life, Lynn waved his hand lightly.

   "Back off."

  This declarative sentence seems to be just a simple statement, but when the purple bronze throne behind him quietly emerges in the void, no matter how simple the sentence is, it will become one of the truths at this moment.

  The orc closed his eyes.

  His body could move suddenly, and the long knife in his hand was no longer as heavy as a thousand pounds.

   As a warrior, he should pick up the machete and continue fighting.

   But in front of him, is he really a warrior?

   Assadron shook his head with a wry smile.

  He raised the scimitar and sent it into his chest.

  Blood slowly passed from the gap in his chest. The last thing Elsardron could do was to raise his eyes.

  He saw Lynn sitting on the throne, saw the prostrate beings who greeted him.

  They shouted and cheered hoarsely, as if they were celebrating the birth of the champion.

   But the orcs know, no.

   They are afraid of that person.

that.

   A person who acts as a substitute for divine power.

"good."

  In the dense forest, Yvette, who had returned to Lynn's head, patted his head lightly.

   "Savvy, not bad."

  Lin En smiled, but didn't answer.

  In fact, he should have thought of it earlier.

   This is a contest between the gods of Slaanesh, and the winner of the competition is the champion among the believers of Slaanesh.

   And Lynn, do you need to fight with them, rob them?

  The answer is no need.

  As the only human who may be able to sign an equal contract with the gods, why would he bother to compete with the believers of his collaborators for that kind of thing.

   Just ask Yvette directly!

  Although Yvette's power is not as good as before, and her majesty is less than a ten thousandth, she is still a real god, and she is the existence that those creatures must prostrate on the ground to offer their piety.

  This trait has nothing to do with strength or weakness, but a higher level of difference.

   Shaking his head, Lynn shook out the past thoughts and asked.

   "As long as this is the case, is it all right?"

   "Enough." Yvette said lightly, "But the timing may have to be a little bit more accurate."

   "You need to drag the guy on the other side into the gladiatorial fight the moment he intervenes."

   "Even if there is only a short moment of error, it is enough to destroy the weak body of human beings."

  “.”

  Lin En looked around at the **** student corpses around him, and nodded silently.

   Having learned the general situation from Yvette, he already knows who did these things.

  Although he has no friendship with these so-called "classmates", human biological instincts always reject this kind of inhuman massacre.

  His performance is actually not bad.

  The little princess behind him was too scared to open her eyes.

   "Teacher, where is the teacher? Don't they care?!"

   "Dean!"

  A room in Roger Tower was forcefully opened, and Dean Mansfield, who was immersing all his energy in the magic center of the tower, almost didn't turn around and slap him.

   "Goddess is above." Mansfield crossed his chest and turned to look at the teacher who hurried in.

  The old dean's prayer was very calm, but his mood was completely opposite to his expression.

  Just now with the help of his lucky moment, he was able to catch the naughty little guy wandering in the center almost immediately.

Mansfield didn't know where the strange magic power came from, but he could clearly sense that it was this inaudible magic power that broke the operating rules of the entire tower and caused Roger Tower to stop operating. More than two full months.

  Recently, under the vigorous research of the teachers, they have already gained confidence in catching it. Today was supposed to be a successful day, but this sudden bump directly knocked months of research into the sea.

   "Green, if you don't give me an explanation, in a minute, you can pack up your things and go home with your baby."

   "Go back, go back, go back now!" The teacher called Green shouted loudly, "Before that, Dean, we lost contact with the candidates!"

   "Pa-ta-"

   Mansfield's cane fell to the ground.

  The coolness that hadn't risen for decades once again covered his haggard back, and a dazzling light burst out from the muddy eyebrows and eyes that hadn't trembled for a long time.

  The soles of his feet kicked the ground, and the magic power flowed. While waking up all the teachers in Rogers Tower who were still immersed in their research, he walked towards the door and asked in a quiet voice.

   "What's going on! Tell me clearly!"

  Mr. Green took a deep breath, sorted out his words, and said solemnly: "Just now, when we inspected the teleportation arrays on a daily trip, we found that all 18 teleportation arrays had been destroyed by humans, and all the teachers in the monitoring room were also killed."

   "Destroy all. Kill all"

   Mansfield's chest rose and fell, and he was trying to suppress his boiling chest.

  He didn't ask why someone discovered the abnormal situation now, and he didn't immediately scold who should be held accountable.

  He wrapped his voice with magic and delivered it to every corner of Roger Tower.

   "All teachers, give up Roger Tower and go to the test site immediately."

   After the voice fell, he left Green and rose into the air.

  Mr. Green, who was thrown off, swept away the dust brought up by the old dean, and looked at his back with solemn eyes.

The third-level magician already has the ability to at least not be afraid of monsters. It is not uncommon to master flying magic, but Catalina City is an absolute no-fly zone, even if it is one of the only three powerful people with a title , and cannot violate this rule.

as expected.

  Not long after the old dean left the academy, there was another golden light shining in the distance.

   That is the brilliance of the knight leader who must protect the dignity of the kingdom.

"Damn it."

  Green cursed angrily.

  Since its establishment, the Rhine Academy has been as stable as a peaceful and prosperous age. For hundreds of years, there has never been a major accident in any exam. The students who died for some reason were all killed by themselves.

   Now that the teleportation array is destroyed, and all the teachers in the monitoring room are killed, it is even more unheard of.

  This is the capital of the kingdom, who can be so bold?

and

  Mr. Green suddenly thought, if there is something wrong with the students in the examination room at this time.

   "College, it's not going to end."

  (end of this chapter)