Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others

Duge’s lips curled up as he reached out to slash at Thorne God-king’s wrist.

Just as his hand broke through Thorne God-king’s Force Field Shield, he grasped at nothing.

The First Saint had timely used a spatial channel to move Thorne God-king out of the way.

Thorne God-king was furious, "Saint, help me, I must get the Origin of Mankind..."

"God-king, restrain yourself, you’ve been tricked," the First Saint shouted. "Your face is already covered in the character for ’fish.’ Once he touches you, you’ll become his puppet."

"..." Thorne God-king shivered. "On my face?"

A mirror appeared in front of Thorne God-king, reflecting his countenance.

Looking at the dense fish characters on his face, Thorne God-king was startled, "When did he write these?"

"Who knows," the First Saint retorted with annoyance, "God-king, kill Duge. Only by killing him do you have a chance to seize the Origin of Mankind. The weakness of an Alien Warrior is in the neck. I’ll help you with space, find a way to cut off his head. Kill Duge, get the Origin of Mankind..."

"Right," Thorne God-king said as if hypnotized, his eyes bloodshot.

"Saint, didn’t you look at yourself? Your face is also full of fish characters!" Duge watched the two discussing tactics and laughed, "Thorne God-king’s beloved is the Origin of Mankind. Guess who your beloved is?"

The aura of black mist around the First Saint trembled. In the midst of battle, he had glanced at Planet Sara several times, fully aware that he’d been affected.