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Chapter 93: Helping Brothers (Please subscribe, recommend monthly tickets, invest in collections)
Boom!
Diana fell heavily to the ground, creating a big hole and splashing a lot of venom and mud.

Martin didn't pay much attention to her, just threw out his cloak.

Colorful feathers fell and the cloak waved gently, blowing a breeze that turned into a cyclone, preventing the plague from approaching Diana.

The gentle breeze, like a spring breeze, brought life and prevented Diana's sores from getting worse.

This was all Martin could do now. He had already started fighting against the power of the demon god who had transformed into the plague, and had no time to take care of other things.

Compared with the giants who can easily raise huge waves and throw away mountains, the power of the demon god transformed into plague may seem insignificant, but it is more deadly.

"You are pretending to be weak on purpose!"

The power of the demon god roared, every wisp of plague, every insect, every drop of poisonous water... were shouting the same words to Martin.

"How can I catch you, a cunning bastard, if I don't pretend to be weak?"

Martin transformed into the appearance of Quetzalcoatl again, but only the size of an ordinary man. He flapped his wings, blowing out an endless breeze, which brought vitality and epidemic energy together.

Resurrection and decay, healing and disease, these two forces act simultaneously on every corpse and every grain of soil on the island, making everything take on two different forms of life.

Poor Barbara fainted again, and Diana's boils became even worse.

"You three bastards, you are not very good at fighting, but you are very good at playing tricks."

The moment he stepped into this place, Martin realized something was wrong.

"You actually managed to connect your divine authority with the royal authority of mortals. When the tide of the changing times comes, you let mortals die for you. Although this trick is shameless, it is indeed effective."

"You're a much better priest than that arrogant fool Quetzalcoatl."

The demon god still refused to show up, hiding in the plague and making sinister sounds.

When he mentioned this, he couldn't help but brag about it to his former enemy.

"When we saw the beginning of the change of the times, I almost collapsed. But the darkness came up with a way. He bewitched the most powerful king at that time and placed our divine power in the royal power.

Although we served as servants for this for three hundred years, when the times began to change, the royal power collapsed, the kingdom fell, and that mortal died in our place.

The times have forgotten the dead kingship, and we have survived because of it."

The power of these three guys was not damaged much. No wonder the ancestral spirits all huddled in the holy lake and dared not come here.

Martin suddenly realized.

Then, he flapped his wings and slapped a bunch of poisonous insects to death, and laughed coldly: "No one remembers you, and you can't leave this place. What's the point of surviving? You are no different from being dead."

"I am a god. I have witnessed the birth and death of an era, and I will witness the rise of another era. And you, you lackey of Quetzalcoatl, will die here today."

The demon god looked at the shining image of Quetzalcoatl in front of him, and felt jealous and hateful in his heart.

Why?
They endured humiliation and served as servants of a mortal for hundreds of years, pretended to be dead for hundreds of years, and still could only move around in a small area.

And Quetzalcoatl, that damn dazzling guy.

Why, once his priests return, they can walk under the sun and do whatever they want.

The fire of jealousy burned fiercely in the demon god's heart.

This was consistent with his mission of secret conspiracy before his death. His divine power surged, stirring up the plague and countless poisonous insects, launching a counterattack.

"caught you!"

Martin's eyes burst into brilliant golden light, like two large lanterns, piercing through the turbid plague and illuminating the demon god hiding in the dark corner. "Demon god, you are just a worm crawling in the dark corner!!!"

The so-called gods are actually the materialization of abstract concepts and objects of worship.

The reason why the old gods were destroyed is that they were not really the abstract concepts themselves, but because of human worship. Because humans believed that the gods were the abstract concepts themselves, the gods became gods.

But as time passed, humans moved away from the gods, and the gods moved away from the concepts they controlled.

To put it more simply, the gods lost their power and had to leave this world and go to a world more suitable for their survival.

Although the three guys in the pyramid escaped the ruthless crushing of the old gods by the times, their control over their own divine power also declined significantly.

Martin stimulated the jealousy in this guy's heart and used the collision of the two powers to lock his body.

"You mean bastard."

The demon god looked like a mass of something so rotten that its specific shape could not be seen. He screamed loudly and tried to hide in the plague again.

But Martin's eyes were always fixed on him. No matter what he looked like or where he ran, he could not escape Martin's eyes.

"It's time to hunt. Old man, give me some gold coins!"

Martin flapped his wings, and the breeze suddenly became swift, blowing away the thick clouds and bringing out clean rain that dripped onto the island in the middle of the lake.

Spring rain is as precious as oil, bringing endless vitality.

The barren and polluted land came back to life, vicious poisonous insects died screaming, and patches of green broke out of the ground and began to purify the filth on the island.

The demon god struggled and crawled twistedly. The spring rain, which was extremely precious to life, was deadly poison to him.

The ubiquitous plague was dispersed by the rain, and his body began to dissipate.

"That's impossible. Quetzalcoatl's divine power does not include rain."

"Country bumpkin, Quetzalcoatl is the god of agriculture. It's normal for him to control the rain that can affect the harvest of crops!"

Martin flapped his wings continuously. The wind became stronger and stronger, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

He also took the time to pull the corn bridge over, and plump corn kernels fell into the revived soil. In the blink of an eye, the entire process from germination to fruiting was completed. Blown by the wind, they were like a green Great Wall, constantly compressing the scope of the demon god's activities.

The pathogenic qi that can instantly turn a person into a cluster of serious diseases with just a little contact is diluted by the fresh air blowing in from outside.

The demon god was running around in panic, facing this dilemma but had no idea how to resolve it.

He felt that his existence was slowly disappearing, and the fear of losing everything lingered in his heart. He no longer had the arrogance he just had.

The priest who transformed into Quetzalcoatl broke the balance of the island in the middle of the lake, the illusion of the death of the kingship was exposed, and the hidden divine power was exposed to the world.

"There's no place for old folks like you on this brand new ship of the era."

"I will punish you on behalf of the sun!"

Martin began to call upon the power of the sun, and a spot of light appeared in the high black sky and expanded rapidly.

A golden beam of light dropped from the sky, tearing open the black sky, and rushed towards the earth with endless light and heat.

The demon god panicked and shouted to the pyramid: "For the sake of our alliance, give me a hand!"

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