Chapter 2489: What's the matter

simple?
maybe.
But to be weak... are you sure you are joking?
You who have been regarded as disasters, if you can all be called weak, what about the group of human beings who brush you off?
Doesn't everyone have a pile of shit?
Your words are not insulting yourself, but mocking the humans of all Hefeng Continent.
I was vomiting in my heart, and Luke's low voice came in my ears: "Weak? Antun, when did you become so cowardly? You used to be, but the ruler of the planet is enough to be called a'god'. !"
Sure enough, as soon as he heard the word ‘weak’, Luke, the apostle, immediately changed his face and sneered.
"Aren't you the same?" Antoun retorted: "The monarch of Hebron, who is called the creator of everything, an excellent scientist...you, surrounded by countless auras, after being transferred by that woman , How is it done?"
Luke's three eyes flashed cold at the same time, and he snorted disdainfully.
"You are not strong. Instead, you are cowardly like a ball of cotton, you can knead and beat you at will, and you behave more like a dumb old man with no arms and no memory!"
"Shut up! You big turtle! Don't insult me ​​anymore!"
The roaring Luke's thin body suddenly swelled like a blow, and instantly changed from a little old man over one meter high to a big man over two meters high.
What changes along with the appearance is the momentum.
Originally Ruoyoruowu's aura suddenly resembled an eruption of flash floods, blowing all the surrounding vegetation and gravel away, and even standing closer I was unbearable to the wind and staggered back a few steps.
On the contrary, Anthun, who was also an apostle, let out a cold snort of disdain: "The little guy said that you were resurrected through a heart. I didn't believe it before... But now I believe it, your strength is weakened. Too many, completely unworthy of the title of an apostle."
"I didn't intend to be an apostle again." Luke, who was as strong as a young man, looked up at Antun's huge head and six magma-red eyes, and said every word: "I want revenge. To humans, to that woman!"
"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha..."
Antun suddenly sneered uncontrollably.
"What are you laughing at!" Luke said furiously.
"Did your smart brain and how wise soul were also destroyed in that conspiracy?" Antun sneered again and again: "Vengeance against humans? Do you really have this ability?"
"Of course!" Luke said proudly: "Human beings are just like ants, and I will regain my strength in a very short time and reproduce the glory of the Sovereign of Hebron!"
"If you could do it, why were you killed in the first place?"
Antun ruthlessly shattered his glory and dragged him back into the cruel reality.
"The reason why I am going to die is because of the conspiracy of that woman! And the shameless sneak attack by a humble human like an ant..."
"All in all!" Antun interrupted him loudly: "You are defeated and dead. This is a fact that cannot be changed!"
Luke's head raised high finally fell down after holding on for a long time. He sighed weakly, and his strong body was held back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon he became the weak and weak old man again.
"Antoun, you are right, I died once, and I died in the hands of those ants."
Luke's gasp was slightly quick, and he could hear that he was still excited, but his physique did not allow him to transform again, and he could only maintain the image of the little old man in humiliation.
"But" he lifted his head vigorously, and said in a bitter tone: "I still want to repay this grudge!"
"Although there are grudges and revenge, it is true that there are grievances and grievances, but do you first recognize the target of your revenge before you start?"
Suddenly I thrust in and spoke out.
"rude!"
Luke stretched out his hand and grabbed me again.
Humph, do you think my soft persimmon is easy to pinch?
With a cold snort, he drew the knife out of its sheath, and aimed it at the big hand that was grabbed.
At the moment of swinging the knife, the killing intent erupted like a spring, and instantly enveloped the whole body. In the next second, the black and red blade flashed with faint and cold light, and it spooked at the knuckles.
My intention is obvious. Since you have many hands and fingers, I will chop off a few, which will not affect the overall number, but can also serve as a lesson.
Luke gave a'huh', and at the same time stretched out his other hand to assist his left hand. At the moment when the blade was about to cut the joints, he clapped his palms together and slapped the blade firmly. The force was so strong that he couldn't pull it out for a while. The knife comes.
"Stop!" Antoun's voice sounded like a landslide, instantly attracting the attention of Luke and me in the battle: "Let him go, Luke."
"How could you use such a strong tone for this kind of little guy to force old friends to be soft?"
"You are not my old friend, Luke" Antoun said: "But I used to want to treat you as a friend, but how do you treat me? Pretending to be amnesia, pretending to be dumb, Luke, among people Interaction requires equality and trust. In this regard, the little guy does a lot better than you, although he likes boring pranks."
"What if I refuse to let go?" Luke stubbornly said: "Antoun, what are you going to do to me?"
"I didn't intend to be your enemy, Luke" Antoun said, "I like this planet, and I am just like you. I don't plan to go back to my homeland, let alone continue to inherit the title of apostle. I am having a great time now. Comfortable, eat seafood when hungry, eat rocks, drink sea water and lava when thirsty, and there is no chaotic and irritable energy here, there is a gentle energy that can make me sleep peacefully."
"Luke, once I go to war with you, no matter who wins or loses, it will cause irreparable damage to the beauty of this planet. And, are you really sure that with your ability, you can win this little guy? ?"
"Are you really going to fight him?"
Luke glared at me for a while, slowly let go of his hand, and said: "You are right, Antoun, this little guy makes me creepy. His existence makes me even more troublesome than a black nightmare, even though he is now It’s still very weak, but my instinct tells me that if I want to kill him blindly, the person who will die in the end must not be him, but me."
"Are you trying to find yourself a step down?" Antoun smiled: "If the subjects of Hebron are still alive, will they be ashamed to commit suicide when they see the appearance of the monarch?"
"Don't make fun of my subjects, it's not funny at all."
Luke found a big stone, sat down slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Antoun, did you bring the little guy here to see the scenery or to find me?"
"I'm here to see the scenery," Antoun said, "but the little guy is here for you."
"Hehe, are you looking for me?" Luke looked at me up and down and said arrogantly, "What's the matter?"
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