Chapter 282

This means that Thor is either long gone or has never existed!

Rody is more inclined to the latter.

In this world, there may not have been a place called Asgard.

Naturally, there is no Thor.

Without Thor, the experience of the evil god Knull will definitely be different.

But Rody is not without a way to find him. At least Rody can try to find out if there is a symbiote black dragon on the blue planet?

If it really exists, it means that the general experience of the evil god Knull has not changed much, but the person who defeated the symbiote dragon may not be Thor, but another person who is powerful or just restrains the symbiote.

In any case;

Rody has set his sights on Knull!

This guy is the only target in this universe that he thinks is worthy of being devoured by him.

The evil god Knull, including his lost weapon-the all-black death sword!

Are all Rody's targets!

However;

The most important thing is the evil god Knull himself.

The all-black death sword is just an incidental one.

......

In order to devour Gnar's ability, Roddy must first make him a complete existence.

The body and consciousness cannot be separated.

In that case;

No matter which one is killed, it will not work.

Kill the body, but the consciousness is still alive, and it is not dead in essence.

So it cannot be devoured!

Kill the consciousness, it is really dead, but the body is not nearby, and it cannot be devoured!

So;

Roddy must find both.

Only in this way can he achieve his goal!

"Gnar's body is easy to find. It should be on the symbiote home planet. When the time comes, we will find Venom and find out."

Roddy thought to himself.

"The key is Gnar's consciousness. If he is really trapped in the body of a symbiote dragon, then there should be another living symbiote dragon on the blue planet."

"As long as she is found, we should be able to know the whereabouts of Gnar's consciousness."

Speaking of which, Gnar, the god of symbiotes, is also sad.

His body is suppressed by countless symbiotes, and his consciousness is trapped in the body of a symbiote dragon and cannot escape.

The only other symbiote dragon who knew about his situation abandoned him.

The so-called God of Symbiotes really has no face at all!

It's embarrassing!

It's not easy to find another living symbiote dragon.

Because this special symbiote dragon has transformed into a human image and has been living among humans hiding his identity.

If Roddy wants to find her, he needs to search for a special individual like her among billions of humans around the world.

Fortunately!

The mental power fluctuations of symbiotes are different from those of humans and other animals, which is quite special.

Roddy had observed the two symbiotes, Venom and Toxin, at close range before. Through observing them, Roddy already knew roughly how to find a symbiote hidden in the crowd.

So when Roddy began to look for the whereabouts of this anthropomorphic symbiote dragon around the world, it only took more than an hour to successfully find the place.

This was faster than he calculated at the beginning!

Old Mo.

A certain underground black boxing venue.

The venue was noisy, with hundreds of men and women waving tickets in their hands and shouting at the two boxers fighting in the iron cage in front of them.

"Auntie! Kill this sissy!"

"Fuck this bitch! Show your manly spirit!"

"Kick him in the vitals! Yes! That's it!!"

The audience was excited, and the two boxers in the iron cage fought more fiercely.

Both sides waved their fists and tried to knock each other down with various means that were not allowed in regular boxing matches.

At this time;

The door of the venue was pushed open.

Rody, wearing casual clothes, came in from outside.

As soon as he came in, he smelled a bloody smell.

This was caused by years of fierce fighting, and the smell was so strong that it was almost impossible to dissipate.

It may also be related to the fact that the organizers of the underground black boxing did not want to deliberately purify the smell.

After all;

The strong smell of blood can not only stimulate the enthusiasm of the audience, but also make the boxers in the iron cage fight more fiercely!

As soon as Roddy came in, he saw a strong female boxer in the iron cage knocking her opponent to the ground with one punch.

The man on the ground screamed and tried to get up.

But he was kicked in the face by the female boxer!

Bang~!

Blood splattered everywhere!

The male boxer's face was rotten.

The blood flowed out as if it was free, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

The female boxer roared and raised her hands to face the audience around her.

And those spectators who bet on the female boxer also shouted excitedly, and correspondingly, the spectators who bet on the male boxer tore up the tickets in their hands one by one in anger, and cursed the male boxer who had fainted on the field.

"Damn sissy~! Can't even beat a woman!"

"What a waste of my money, what a rubbish Purgatory Demon King! You deserve to be called a demon king? You are not even worthy, demon boy!"

"Go to hell, bastard!"

The audience cursed, and the male boxer who had fainted could not hear it.

At this time, the host of the boxing match opened the iron cage and walked in. He grabbed one of the female boxer's hands and raised it high, while shouting excitedly, announcing the result of this match.

Roddy stood in the aisle, watching this scene.

Wait until the female boxer turned and left.

He also turned and walked backstage.

Those who were watching the scene on the road seemed to have completely ignored Roddy's existence.

They turned a blind eye to him.

......

"Auntie, good job! Another win!"

Backstage, in the locker room.

Auntie changed her bloodstained clothes, took a shower, and then changed into her own clothes.

At this time, the behind-the-scenes boss of the boxing match came up with a laugh and hugged the auntie hard.

"Do you know how much money we made in this match?"

The behind-the-scenes boss was very happy.

Auntie was his favorite boxer, no one else!

Because of Auntie's female identity, many spectators who came to watch the boxing match would bet on the boxer opposite her.

But Auntie always wins.

She is simply an invincible general!

Occasionally, this behind-the-scenes boss would take Auntie to participate in some "exchange events" in their circle. Such competitions are not open to the public, and are generally bets between several bosses.

And every time;

He is the biggest winner.

This made him earn a lot of money.

The money that the aunt made for him in the past few years is several times more than what he made in the past ten years!

"How much do you plan to give me?"

The aunt looked at the human in front of her with a faint gaze and said calmly.

"By the way, I brought a bottle of good wine for you!"

The boss behind the scenes seemed to have not heard what the aunt said at all, and waved to the bodyguard behind him to bring the bottle of red wine he brought.

"Here! This is what you deserve!"

He said with a smile.

The aunt took it casually. She didn't expect this stingy guy to share some of the money he earned with her.

Although she didn't care at all.

The reason why she came to boxing was just because the violent cells in her body were at work.

It's not that she wanted to use this profession to make a considerable income.

After all;

She has lived for countless billions of years and no longer cares about these things.

Even on this planet called Blue Star.

She has lived for thousands of years.

What kind of luxurious life has she not enjoyed?

Since she got rid of the control of the God of Symbiotes, she has never been as free as she is now.

She is so free that she even misses the days of fighting everywhere in the past!

"If there is nothing else, I'm leaving."

The aunt took the bottle of red wine in her hand, stuffed it into her bag, and then said to the old man in front of her who was less than 1.7 meters tall and more than a head shorter than her, and turned around and left.

"Boss, this woman is too arrogant, isn't she?"

The bodyguard behind him said with some dislike.

The old man laughed and waved his hand, saying indifferently: "It's okay, this is a tigress. Have you ever seen a tigress without a temper? I want her temper, otherwise how can she make me a lot of money?"

Isn't it just a bad temper!

He doesn't care at all.

He cares about how much money the aunt can still make for him.

As for what to do when the aunt loses her usefulness?