Novel & Cerita God Of War Manhua

The tall man gritted his teeth and lowered the gun toward Caspian's leg. The others remained still, still aiming their guns at Caspian. If he made any move, they'd pull the trigger without hesitation. However, they had yet to realize that standing in front of them was none other than the Diatoranian God of War! The moment the tall foreigner pulled the trigger, a sudden glint of cold light flashed. A whooshing could be heard! It was followed by the tall man's screams. His hands had been pricked by silver needles. His entire hand throbbed with excruciating pain, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

This wielder of the Sinalawatan is no other than the tyrant sea God—Amanikable. Amanikable—the sea God with ferocious-looking oceanic-blue eyes, and an ill-tempered attitude that resembles the waves changing its approach on the shore from time to time. Why hadn't I notice it until now that this man they call master, the man who had held me here captive, and the man who had just saved me now is no other than the sea God, Amanikable? Is it because he's too modern-looking to be a God? He's too human in my vision to be compared to a mythical God? I shouldn't be surprised. I've already met the moon Goddess and even encountered the moon-eating beast, why would I even doubt their existence now?

His words worked somewhat, for although the killing intent that was radiating from the two men didn’t cease, it reduced to a manageable degree. “You aren’t a god,” Elder Hanuman reasoned. His words showed both his distrust concerning Mane’s words and the reason why they had never felt the power of gods on Mane. “No, but my parents are. I am a born god; just immature now. You can call me a godling…that’s what those who love and care for me refer to me as anyway.” Mane shrugged and said. “How?” Elder Hanuman wondered. How did this kid notice that they were gods. “Simple. In a world where humans train their outer body and billions of men and women are Body Wielders, how is it that there are hum

He looked up at me and shook his head. “Funny joke. But,” he beckoned her closer to him with his finger. Oh god. Oh god. She moved closer to him, her face still terrified. “If I was KGB your fat mouth just got me shot. So thanks,” he winked at her as she basically ran away. He looked up at me. “Really?” “What? She just fucking called me KGB.” He threw his arms up. “And you made her shit her pants.” “Good. But now is she going to take our order?” He peeked past the booth. I had to laugh as I took a sip of my wine.