“How? Do you want to think about it?” Kurumi looked at Rama. “Shout out fate or something and go to hell.”
“I can send you to a world where there are no godslayers and no gods who refuse to obey.”
“In that way, the power of the last king will not be stimulated. Whether you hold the sword of salvation is entirely up to you.”
Although he was talking to Rama, Kurumi slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.
“You… are you looking for my patron – the god of fate?” Lying on the ground, Rama laughed with his arms covered.
“Shelter? Are you not just a wage earner?” Kurumi glanced at Rama. “If you want to die, you can’t die, as long as you are awakened, you must hold a knife.”
“Killing all the godslayers is like a tool man and was thrown into a deep sleep.”
“Hey… how many years have you seen your wife?”
Rama’s hand was clenched tightly, and there seemed to be tears streaming down his arm.
What Rama didn’t see was that Kurumi looked at the power disc on him, narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly.
The sword-shaped pattern that symbolizes Guinevere is shining brightly.
Fight!Fight!
Crazy three is really a bad guy.
“Then… God.” Rama raised his right hand that covered his eyes, his eyes were red and red. “Can I send you a letter of resignation?”
“You heard me too, I’m tired.”
“The world is so big, and I really want to go out for a walk.”
The Divine Salvation Sword in his hand was buzzing, and the white-gold light continued to wrap around Rama.
“It’s just the boss of a black-hearted enterprise. He doesn’t even pay the salary. It’s better to just run away.” Kuangsan looked up at the sky.
She pulled open the pitch-black shadow field, and Rama did not resist at all. Obedient to Kurumi, he was dragged into the shadow, leaving only the white gold sword of salvation stuck on the ground alone.
The starry night in the sky suddenly turned into an unusual appearance.
If you want to describe it, it is probably to draw the starry sky into huge silk threads, and then weave them into pieces.
So is the earth.
Withered forests and lush forests, even cities…the ocean, have been drawn into countless silk threads and woven into a carpet-like appearance.
The braid spreads all the way to the end of the horizon, endlessly.
This is where the real enemy is, the realm of Fate.
At this time, Kuang San’s mission progress finally jumped to 99%.
Kurumi looked up at the sky——
The Divine Sword of Salvation suddenly seemed to have come to life, flying towards the sky, and finally fell to a certain point, and was caught by a young child’s hand.
Only at this moment did Kurumi find her in the sky.
The childish girl who had been standing there all along looked like she was only seven or eight years old.
The whole body is red fruit, the skin is as white and smooth as snow, and the bright blond hair covers the vital points of the body.
She held the Divine Sword of Salvation in her hand, looking weird and long.
She is… the executor of destiny, the one who weaves destiny.
Just as Welleslana thought at the time, the three sisters who are in charge of fate also have the attitude of goddesses.
Under Kurumi’s gaze, the petite goddess swung a knife at Kurumi.
Mandala’s technique unfolded in an instant, more powerful than in Rama’s hands, the incandescent sun hung in the woven world, and the divine thunder of salvation slashed at Kurumi.
And Goddess of Destiny’s offensive was far more than that, and a giant fell from the void.
The black giant, with bulging muscles and bones, his messy hair and beard, was eye-catching. He fell down with a thud, and he was still holding two big clubs.
The god-king worshipped by the Phoenicians, Mekal.
“I just slept for a while, did we meet again? Little goddess.” Mekal laughed proudly, his voice sounded like thunder.
But the helpers drawn by the goddess of fate are far more than Mekal.
The boy riding on the wild boar smiled and charged forward with unstoppable momentum, holding the golden sword that was sure to win. “Tokisaki Kusan, this time, I will never be defeated!”
“I am the Light of the East, long time no see, Veleslana.” It was Perseus…
“Cuckoo cuckoo!” is the eighty-eighty god of the sun…
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The gods of disobedience who returned to the mythology came again, but Kusan was fortunate that the two most troublesome people were not there.
Valda and Galadriel were not there.
Facing all kinds of divine tools or mortal attacks, Kurumi looked up at the God of Destiny very calmly.
Well, don’t say it, it’s pretty cute.
It’s just that his expression has always been cold, colder than the Bafeng at home.
You finish reading I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 1191
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