Old Man God の小説・ストーリー

an old man behind the second woman said. "Could he be the god of war?" Someone listening to the gossip asked. The women set their eyes on the old man waiting for his response, the old man observed Broderick and said," there is only one god of war in the world." "Is he the one?" "Tell us, is he the one?" Before the old man could respond to the women's question, Broderick shouted like thunder as he beat his chest, "I will destroy kingdoms and break powers. I will crumble principalities."

" His fist was clenched. "Shut your mouth. Shut your stinking and filthy mouth. How dare you mention the gods to cover your despicable and hypocritical act?" The old man slapped back. Everyone was awed and surprised by the old man's confrontational display as they wondered what was going on. "Did you just call the gods hypocrites and liars?" He tried to change the narrative."Don't you dare try to twist my word. You know what I mean, and the truth shall be revealed to everyone here." The old man retorted.

It would only shorten his odds of success in the end. “Gods have classifications. The classifications are in two forms. The kind of power the god possesses and its use, and the age and origins of the god. In terms of age, gods can be classified into Origin, Elder, or New Age Gods. Origin Gods are gods that have been around since the age of the Origin King. They are so called because no one knows their true age. Elder Gods are gods that may not have lived as long as Origin Gods but are definitely not young. They have lived for over two hundred million years. However, over the years people have grown to refer to some of the oldest Elder Gods as Origin Gods because most have forgotten their ori

Give me a break! The old man chuckled. "You don't believe me?" "Obviously not. I could say you're the one that's screwed." The old man scratched his head like he was thinking. After a pause, he said, "Young man, are you headed to Mount Immortal?" "Oh? You figured that out, too? Yeah, I am. What? Are you saying I'll get wrecked there?" The old man shook his head, then said mysteriously, "You'll get thrown into hell."

After all, the old man saved his life, so he still reminded him out of kindness, “Elder, this move is very powerful. Be careful!” Nevertheless, the old man did not seem to pay attention at all. Seeing this, Andrius hardened his heart and launched the Doom Cannon. Swoosh! Just as the powerful shot was about to land, the old man flicked another strand of sword energy which shattered the Doom Cannon’s attack. It was completely anticlimactic. Andrius felt a surge of defeat. This old man was truly unimaginable and unfathomable. “With your strength...” After three moves, the old man shook his head disdainfully. “I’m afraid you’ll end up in the jaws of the sea beasts as soon as you step off this is

The moment Andrew saw the old man, the elder opened his eyes, which were deep and unfathomable, and looked straight at him. For a split second, Andrew felt as if lightning flashed across his vision. This old man was at least on the level of a martial god, and even though Andrew's martial strength had collapsed, his instincts still told him just how terrifying this elder truly was. And even calling him a martial god felt conservative, because the man's presence instantly reminded Andrew of Guillermo, carrying that same mysterious and immeasurable weight.

the Old-Jackson spoke from the Heart-Throne. He sat sixty feet above us, his throne pulsing with the rhythmic, wet thud of ten thousand living hearts. He was eighty years old, his skin like translucent silk, his golden eyes the only thing that hadn't decayed. He looked like a man who had become a god simply by outliving everyone else.

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.

An Oldman around his late 87 appeared on the screen . He whole body had wrinkled and his hair is winter White .He can't walk, properly . He's fragile, holding an walking stick for his limping purpose .The man is fixing his spectacles .So ,he can't identify Sam properly, " Wh....who....are.....y....you... ??? "

A hundreds of feet long red and black blade blade chopped towards the ancient medieval old man, the ancient medieval old man hadn't reacted yet, he only felt that his breath was oppressed, his immortal aura was actually covered by this demonic god's aura. "Boom--" with a shocking sound, under the eyes of everyone, Old Man Ancient Underworld was even directly bombarded by this terrifying force, smashing a mountain below, smashing out a valley so deep that it couldn't be seen from the bottom. Everyone in the distance was shocked, to have chopped an Earth Immortal down hard, just how strong and powerful does this need to be?