Broly God Of Destruction Mga Nobela at Kwento

he laughed. “Yes, we would,” Achilles said coldly. “So, you would. Are you working with Russo?” Brody looked at him with disgust. “I work only for the government,” he hissed furiously. “Everyone else is just a pawn.” “So, for POTUS?” He doesn't answer. Achilles looked at me again and I nodded, rolling off the right foot’s small toe. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Brody squealed. “Shit, that was a tough one,” Emilio laughed, watching us. He has already almost beaten him half to death yesterday, so he was much more relaxed now.

Now, he was being asked to shatter the foundational code of his universe. "Steel wins battles," Brog muttered, his pixelated eyes narrowing. He gripped his heavy forging hammer with both hands, lifting it high above his head. The hammer began to glow with a brilliant, fiery orange light—an unscripted, raw manifestation of his awakened will. "But gold wins wars!" Brog roared. He brought the hammer down with the force of a falling meteor. KRAK-OOOOOM. The impact sent a shockwave through the digital dungeon that threw Ren and Jax to the floor. The golden firewall shattered like a fragile glass bauble, dissolving into a rain of harmless sparks.

Just as I’m about to respond, my designated mule of a stepbrother decides to interfere. “Holla…” he begins as he walks in, but then he switches to his usual asshole mode when he spots Bryan. “What the fuck are you doing here at this time? When every employee in America should be resting, you’re still working.” In one short sentence, he looks like he just stepped out of a UFC fight. His nose is bleeding, his lip is busted, his eyebrow is wounded, and there may be more injuries I can’t see right now. What the fuck happened to him?

Elia’s eyes fluttered toward her, desperate but lost. “Lucien is the God of War,” the healer said, each word deliberate and powerful. “Yes! But he does not kill his own people.” Her thumbs pressed against the back of Elia’s trembling hands. “He protects them.” Elia’s breathing was still fast… too fast, ragged, shallow, dangerously close to spiraling. Her chest heaved like she was dying on a dry land. But the healer didn’t let her look away. Her hands tightened around Elia’s trembling fingers, anchoring her with sheer will.

the Supreme God Destroyer said. He took off his robe, revealing a muscular body covered in scars. He was taller than Aeolus, with even blacker fur and even more fearsome eyes. Aeolus's eyes widened in shock. "Julius?" he said. "Yes, Aeolus," the Supreme God Destroyer said. "It is me. Your long-lost brother." Aeolus shook his head in disbelief. "Impossible," he said. "I thought you were dead." "I was," Julius said. "But I was resurrected by a powerful dark god. Now I am back, and I am here to destroy you."

Brody was in disbelief at his good luck, in addition to his surprise. As Brody mentally prepared, Kayson sat down cross-legged and projected his godsoul. His godsoul, which was not unlike his own self but was invisible to others, hovered in the air. From the eyes of Kayson’s godsoul, he could see a flame-like energy flickering at the back of Brody’s head. That was the mind energy that had been tormenting Brody’s mind power. The person who did this to Brody not only wanted his health to deteriorate and drain his energy, but they also wanted him to be restless and mentally tortured until his death.

The Boundless Stele was extremely strong and seemed as if it could crush an entire universe. “It’s a remarkable Chaotic Treasure.” James looked at the Infinity Steles in the distance with satisfaction. Immediately afterward, James put them away. “I’ve been in seclusion for so long. It’s time I went out for a stroll.” James stood up and stretched his body. He was already a Quasi Ancestral God at the Theosophical Rank. Moreover, he mastered a new Supernatural Power, the Grand Destruction. Compared to when he first came to the Thirteenth Universe, he was much stronger now.

Edward/Dagon shouted from above. Richard/Amon screamed a challenge at the Elemental Gods. Suddenly, vines sprang up and grabbed onto his arms. Richard/ Amon burnt them off, but four more appeared and grabbed onto his body. Every time he got free, double the vines appeared. They were dragging him down to the ground. Thick ones covering his body, stopping from even wiggling. Ice was starting to cover the vines, making it even more difficult to move or burn them off. “How dare you!” Amon/Richard screamed, “I am a direct descendent of the Demon of Destruction !” “Oh,” said Nerida amused, “That would be impressive, except that we are the Gods of Creation. We banished your Father to the abyss. You

“This won’t save the realm. God Kaelvor’s plan will destroy the entire universe!” She remained composed, her gaze steady. “Kaelvor is the God of Destruction, yes. He holds the power to obliterate anything in existence. But despite this, he has refrained. Have you ever wondered why?” I hesitated as her question was unexpected, and I found myself shrugging, shaking my head, utterly clueless. “Why?” I asked, my voice quieter now, though still laced with defiance.

“Yang Xiao, trash! Trash! Trash! You dare kill my brother?! I’ll kill you!” One was at the peak of the War God level, while the other was at the forefront of the pack. The peak-stage War God who had just died was his younger brother. The death of his own younger brother, that type of hatred!