I, the Demon King, Sign in the Abyss for a Hundred Years

"Ball Mountain!"

He wielded the magic sword and slashed at the orc **** of war that was more than a hundred meters high in the sky!

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## Chapter 59 I am God!

On the battlefield covered in blood.

A **** shining with golden light is fighting with a demon with spread wings.

It's not quite right to say fighting, after all, the orc war **** Norman is a 100-meter-high **** body, and Wu Ming is too small compared to him.

The one-meter-high orc-god spirit body is almost the most dazzling existence on the entire battlefield, and his every move attracts the heartbeat of all the orc warriors.

Many people have already left the battle. Zheng and Wu Ming's subordinates are separated from each other, and they have begun to support their own objects of faith.

"Good fight!"

"God of War, come on!"

"Give that devil some color and look!"

Whenever Norman had the upper hand, the orc soldiers, especially those who believed in the **** of war, would yell.

Although Wu Ming couldn't have the same size quickly, he was a bit more agile than the opponent.

At this time, Wu Ming's two hearts were running wildly, allowing him to have more blood supply.

"brush!"

Wu Ming, who had mastered the microscopic skills, slashed the opponent's body with a sword, and the indestructible attack destroyed the opponent's injured wrist armor.

Even for the first time he let the golden blood of the gods flow out, this kind of injury made him angry.

"Wow!"

"What a wonderful blow!"

"God of War, that's it?"

This is Wu Ming's soldiers cheering, and the cheers even surpassed the orcs.

I completely forgot that I was an orc before, and maybe even a member of the **** of war.

The gods roared loudly, and even if he was injured, the mortals underneath even dared to have fun, which made him dazzled by anger.

So he swung his sword heavily, and the sword shining endlessly slashed towards Wu Ming. The strength of the other party's sword swing even caused a small storm!

However, Wu Ming escaped easily, and then once again left a wound on the opponent's divine body with a backhand blow!

God of War Norman saw that his giant body was not suitable for the agile Wu Ming. Although he could make his body similar to Wu Ming, he must find his place before getting smaller!

So he rolled his eyes,...

"What a blasphemy!"

Norman Yi, holding a sword, suddenly began to slash at the evil icon, and chopped the other's sturdy Titan body with a big cut!

Then he put his foot heavily on the chest of the evil icon, and then began to beat up the evil icon like an adult bullying a child.

Although the evil icon will also fight back, after all, the evil icon is only a creation of the dead, and cannot be compared with the real gods, especially the main god-level war **** Norman.

"Ahhhhhhh! Stop ahhhhh!"

The icon of evil will naturally not scream, but it is William the Lich.

Seeing that his most precious summoning object was injured, he was really heartbroken, and he couldn't wait to block the blow by himself!

So William gave up the call decisively and let the evil icon return.

Lich William, with only the skeleton left, once again realized what it means to be bleeding!

At this time, the soldiers at the feet of God of War were looking at Norman himself with half speechless and half contemptuous eyes.

"To be honest, this behavior is a bit embarrassing."

"One said one, indeed."

This time it was Norman, the **** of war, who was strangely angry with both sides.

Norman, who was angry with these words, almost vomited blood, and now the believers are really getting more and more difficult to carry.

But before Norman had time to release the divine punishment, Wu Ming's attack began.

Norman snorted coldly, and the God of War's body was slowly getting smaller, turning into an orc more than five meters tall, barely bigger than Wu Ming, who was more than three meters tall.

And the sword in his hand changed to a one-handed sword, and the other hand held a blue-blue warhammer. There were countless thunder and lightning surrounding the warhammer.

Looks extraordinary!

After blocking Wu Ming's attack, he hit Wu Ming with a heavy hammer.

Wu Ming didn't pay much attention at first, but simply resisted it symbolically.

But what he didn't expect was that he possessed a body with the strength of a myth, but he was still spewed out of black and red blood by the warhammer.

Moreover, the lightning surrounding the warhammer was not a display. The moment it hit Wu Ming, those lightning caused Wuming more damage than that hammer!

Fortunately, his recovery ability is strong enough, coupled with the blood energy stored in the magic sword, so that he can recover in a short period of time.

Norman, on the other hand, had supernatural powers, and he recovered faster than Wu Ming!

"Your strength is good!"

"To each other!"

Norman said that at this time, both of them were full of blood, and they both met rare good opponents.

"Unfortunately you are a demon, cruel and tyrannical by nature, your existence must be eliminated!"

Hearing Norman’s words, Wu Ming did not deny that he was indeed a demon. Although he had the heart to slaughter him to keep him calm, the influence of the demon’s blood was more than that. He also found that he was slowly becoming bloodthirsty. More eager for the existence of war.