Chapter 311 won but not quite
Centipede Emperor deserves to be a figure who suppressed an era. His strength surpassed that of the centipede patriarch by a lot, but with the concerted efforts of Aomori and his six friends, he did not escape the fate of being sanctioned.
With its unwilling scream, the centipede emperor was buried under Aomori's 【Nuclear Bomb Meteor Fist】.
On the other side, Dr. Beaufoy's robot army was belatedly arriving, pouring the ammunition accumulated over the years at the body of the god.
Surprisingly, these weapons work better than Saitama et al.
After a round of artillery bombardment, many potholes appeared on the body of the god.
At this time, the body of the **** was suppressed, and the sacrificial beam of light was reduced a lot under the efforts of Zhan Otome, leaving only one tenth of the original size. It was perfectly intact before.
Everything is moving in a beautiful direction.
"God, your conspiracy has been cracked by us, you should go back to the moon and die alone." Blast said in a deep voice.
"Really?" The **** laughed, clapped his hands suddenly, and said, "Come back, my body!"
A strange wave passed through the seal and spread to the earth.
Bang Bang’s pupils shrank, and said anxiously: “God, what do you want to do?!”
"Break the shackles of fate." Said the god.
The fluctuations spread to the body of the **** in the blink of an eye. In an instant, the originally black body burst into dazzling brilliance, and a bright nebula like the Milky Way appeared on the surface of the body.
A powerful aura and sense of oppression erupted from its body, shaking all the beast gods and others who were close at hand to fly out.
It could only act on instinct before, but it made a different action for the first time—like the soul of the gods outside the sky, it folded its hands together, and made a magnificent voice from its mouth: "Sacrifice, sacrifice!"
Boom!
Under the shocked gazes of Beast God and others, the mountain-like body of the **** turned into a red light and threw it into the sacrificial beam of light.
The supplemented sacrificial beam of light expanded instantly, bursting with radiance, and flew away the war otome who wanted to attack, appearing sacred and inviolable.
Immediately afterwards, the bottom of the beam of light continued to rise, piled up together, passed over the blaster and the others and the seal, submerged into the soul of the god, and dyed it red.
"Could it be that you want to." Blast vaguely guessed the god's plan.
"Blast, we will officially meet soon. At that time, please don't hesitate to enlighten me." As soon as the words were finished, the light of sacrifice wrapped the **** into a huge red sphere, which hung like this outside the earth, as if became the second moon.
"It's troublesome." Bong Bang took a deep breath, his face very serious.
Below, Aomori looked up at the extra satellite in the sky, feeling heavy in his heart.
The crusade against the Monster Association is basically over. In the eyes of everyone, the Heroes Association returned with a big victory.
The weirdo cadres on the list, except for Pochi who was taken in by Saitama, none of them escaped, and they were all buried in the hands of the heroes, and the heroes only seriously injured a few, and there were no deaths.
It is worth mentioning that when cleaning the battlefield, the pig **** who volunteered to swallow the stricken natural water into his stomach, and completely solved it with his strong digestion ability.
And the black spirit who made a hundred cells hide in advance was also found by Darkley in a hiding place, and was easily captured.
"Damn it, so you are a 25-year-old boy!" Hei Jing was restrained by Darkley's mind power, brought it in front of Aomori, and couldn't help yelling.
Aomori, who was focused on handling official duties, said without raising his head: "Time is precious, I will give you three seconds to consider, would you rather die than surrender or change your ways? 1,."
"Don't think about it, I will be your running dog from now on!" Hei Jing said hastily.
If it hadn't been caught by Darkley, it would throw itself to the ground without integrity to show its surrender.
"Okay, then you can work in the research institute from now on."
"Institute? May I ask what I'm going to do?"
"Studied by people."
"????"
After dealing with a series of remaining issues, Aomori put on his grooming, walked to the living room next to him, and saw the mysterious and busy blasting.
"Hello, we finally meet, Blast."
"Haha, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to show up, but that I'm really too busy." Blast said with a smile.
Different from Aomori, his smile is contagious and makes people feel comfortable like a spring breeze unconsciously.
"Well, I know, you've been busy dealing with that guy named Kami." Aomori walked across to him and sat down.
"It seems that Zhan Otome talked to you a lot." When talking about the gods, the bursting smile disappeared all of a sudden.
He said with a serious face: "Yeah, I have been fighting against the gods since I knew it. This is my mission."
"How do you know the existence of gods?"
"It's a coincidence." Blast recalled and said: "When I was young, I awakened the superpower of the space attribute, and I was able to travel to and from different different-dimensional spaces. Some spaces have a slower flow of time. Soon, I will have a strength beyond the reach of ordinary people. So, because of my ability, I started to engage in heroic activities out of interest to help many people in need. Later, during a heroic activity, I found a Black square."
"You must have saved the tornado at that time."
"Oh, you also know about this? Did Tornado take the initiative to tell you? Great, Tornado is very repulsive to that memory, and I'm worried that her psychological barrier will worsen."
Talking about Tornado, a smile appeared on Blast's face again: "I rescued Tornado not long after I decided to engage in heroic activities. At that time, she was as fragile as porcelain. Twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye. She's grown into a great hero, too."
"So why didn't you tell her about the gods?" Aomori asked doubts in his heart: "In terms of strength, she can also be competent."
"Is there a reason?" Blast thought for a while, and said, "Probably because I treat Tornado as my own child. How could a father send his daughter to such a cruel battlefield? Besides, I often don't stay in the Earth, if the tornado is here, I will feel much more at ease, and don't have to worry about any big troubles."
"So that's it, I understand."
"Okay, let's go back to the previous story." Blast said: "That black square made me communicate with the **** for the first time."
"Did you talk about it?"
"Basically, its temptation can't shake my will. Later, I tried every means to find information about the gods. Until one day, I accidentally entered the different dimension space opened by the gods, which is the domain of the gods."
"Are those apostles?"
"Well. They are very strong, very strong. I dealt with them for more than two years, captured a few prisoners, and collected almost all the information about the gods from them. After understanding the dangers of the gods, I suddenly had a There is a sense of mission, and I am going to stop it. No one else can do this except me."
"After that, you started to constantly look for that black square and like-minded comrades in arms."
"That's right." Blast nodded.
"Exactly, I also picked up a black cube before, can you see if it is what you are looking for?" Aomori took out the black cube that had been idle for a long time.
"Huh?" Blast took it, looked carefully, and said, "It looks pretty similar, but it doesn't have the effect of communicating with gods. Normally, ordinary people will immediately experience space distortion when they touch it, unless it's someone like me. Spatial ability user. Can you take it back and study it for me?"
"Okay, please. If you find anything, just let me know. I'm curious about it too."
"Okay." The explosion broke through the space, and the black cube was thrown into the space gap before closing the space.
‘What a convenient ability. ’ Aomori was a little jealous, space and time abilities are always the highest-end skills, but unfortunately he can only teleport at present.
"My story has been told, so the next thing to talk about is the most important thing." Blast said very seriously: "This time, the conspiracy of the gods can be said to be a failure or a success."
"Huh? Why do you say that?" Aomori gave a puzzled look: "Is it related to the extra red moon in the sky?"
"Yes." Blast nodded, and said: "At that time, we had pushed the gods to a dead end, so it put all its eggs in one basket and sacrificed its direct flesh. With such a huge amount of energy, it can reshape the flesh When the crimson moon breaks open, it will be the time when the real **** is born. At that time, the dimensional seal may not be able to stop it. But the good news is that it will take a few months to complete its physical body. Moreover, the new gods will be a little weaker than the original ones."
"How many months?"
"I don't know how long it will be, but it will definitely not exceed one year."
"Less than a year." Aomori's face couldn't help becoming serious, he only had less than twelve times to enter the instance.
If you want to defeat the gods, you can't pin all your hopes on Saitama. He has to work hard to grow up, at least to be on par with the gods.
"Blast, what are you going to do next?" Aomori asked.
"I will lead my teammates to deal with all the remaining apostles in God's Domain first."
"Need our help?"
"No, there are only a few homeless dogs left. They can't last long, and the few of us are enough to deal with them." Blast said with a smile: "During this period of time, you'd better get rid of all the restless forces on the earth , lest they be bewitched by the gods and cause unnecessary trouble."
"good."
Blast left, he took a look at the unconscious tornado, and hurried back to the different dimension.
Aomori also went to the hospital to visit Tornado, Atomic Samurai, Ihaan, and Banggu.
In front of Banggu's hospital bed, he saw a hungry wolf.
"I didn't expect that you would come to visit Mr. Banggu."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that the old man will die and ruin my battle with him." Hungry Wolf turned around and looked directly at Aomori.
"Facing an old man in his eighties, can you really deal with it?"
"In martial arts, there is no distinction between men, women and children."
"Well, Mr. Bangu doesn't mind anyway." Aomori smiled and said, "Then do you still want to challenge me?"
"Why not?" Hungry Wolf suddenly exuded a terrifying aura and smiled excitedly: "I think about defeating you all the time!"
"Okay, then let's find a suitable place and learn from each other."
In the deserted Gobi Desert, there was a loud noise suddenly.
Hungry wolf and Aomori turned into phantoms and collided with each other in mid-air.
Aomori didn't use any other fancy abilities, but only used his own martial arts skills to fight the hungry wolf.
Baihaishenshaquan and Leiguang Liangyiquan faced off again after more than half a year.
The violent air current swept over the ground countless times, blowing all the dust into the air.
An hour later, Hungry Wolf lay down on the ground panting, his eyes dimmed: "I lost again."
"It's great, it can push me to this point." Aomori had already used all his strength, and his hands were still shaking.
"If you lose to me, it means that you will become some kind of absolute evil. What's the matter, do you want to help me?" Aomori stretched out his hand to him.
Hungry Wolf's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he slapped Aomori away with one stroke, and said viciously: "Even if I lose to you, it doesn't mean I accept your idea."
"Heroes are also mixed with a lot of superficially dirty things. From now on, I will stare at you. If I see such people, I will not hesitate to shoot. That's right, heroes are responsible for punishing weirdos. I will be responsible for sanctioning heroes. From now on, I will be a hero hunter!"
At the end, Hungry Wolf stood up and looked at Aomori without fear: "If you don't want your precious heroes to become the scum that everyone shouts and beats, you'd better kill me now!"
"Free prosecutor, why should I kill?" Aomori shook his head and said, "You are doing me a favor by doing this, as long as you figure out whether the target is really not worthy of being a hero before you act."
"Hmph, maybe, I will only act according to my preferences."
"Really? If you hit the wrong person, I'll hit you once."
“.”
The day after the end of the mission to attack the Monster Association.
Since his home was affected by the fighting, it had become dilapidated, so Saitama had to set up a tent and sleep outside.
In the morning, Saitama woke up, yawned and stretched, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Why is your head so cold?"
He had an ominous premonition in his heart, and quickly picked up a mirror.
"ah!!!"
The next second, Saitama's shrill cry resounded through the neighborhood, causing Pochi to straighten up in fright.
"Damn! Why am I bald?! Where did all my hair go yesterday?" Looking at the bald man in the mirror, Saitama couldn't help but shed tears.
(end of this chapter)