Uriel smiled bitterly: "You can tell by looking at my embarrassed appearance. I used the Holy Blood Sacrifice and sacrificed hundreds of divine guards to escape from Zeus. This is because he has not yet been able to master the laws of manipulation. reason."
"Loki, I'm going to die. The impact of the Holy Blood Sacrifice on my body is irreversible, like an unquenchable flame ignited in my body. I feel that my life force is constantly dissipating. Let me use this last life It’s time to go meet the God King and inform him of the matter.”
As arrogant as Uriel, he begged in such a soft voice. It is probably because everyone's temperament will change before death.
Loki sighed softly: "Okay, let me inform the God King." After saying that, Loki took two steps forward and patted Uriel on the shoulder as if to comfort him: "Thank you for your hard work, Uriel. Sir." Then he put his mouth to Uriel's ear: "But do you really think I will let Michael know the strength of the human race?"
Loki patted Uriel's shoulder with one hand, but the other hand was hidden behind his back.
And the palm in the shadow holds a dice.
A wave of law suddenly emerged!
"This law... you are the awakened one of the natural law! Who are you?" Uriel was shocked in front of him, but at this time, a light mask had already shone down on his head, like an enlarged version of a blowing bubble. Uriel, who was trapped in the bubble, shouted loudly and used the law to destroy it, but there was no response. Because he is already trapped in another space.
Loki looked at the dice in his hand and curled his lips: "Two, what a bad luck. It seems like we have to take him away first."
He waved his hand casually, and the dice that bubbled into his palm disappeared.
Uriel seemed to have never appeared before.
At this time, a figure strolled over.
His face was very compassionate, like a compassionate saint.
"Gabriel? Why are you here?" Loki greeted him familiarly, as if he had never seen Uriel before.
Gabriel smiled and shook his head. Almost all the gods were not used to Loki's very human-like lifestyle: "No, I heard that Uriel returned home seriously injured. I will see if there is anything I can do to help him. Yes. Yes, have you seen him? I heard that he came all the way to the tower."
There was confusion on Loki's face: "I saw him. When he heard that Lord God King was retreating, he left. I don't know where he went."
Gabriel heard this without doubting his presence, nodded and said: "Okay, I won't bother you."
… …
Loki walked calmly outside the city.
Along the way, any protoss who saw him bowed respectfully. After all, the status of the elder of the protoss held the most powerful position.
His figure jumped down towards the outside of the city.
This city was built on the clouds of the Nine Heavens, so he jumped down.
Loki's face continued to change as he fell rapidly, and his figure became slightly shorter. He was no longer nearly two meters tall like the protoss just now. And the huge wings behind him also melted like snow.
And his face was like a ball of soil that was constantly being rubbed, gradually returning to a familiar face.
Gao Jin.
Gao Jin exhaled: "It's more comfortable like this."
He took out the dice in his palm again.
On the side of the word "two", a blazing golden flame can be vaguely seen.
"I'm sorry, I can't let Michael know the details of the human race."
… …
time flies.
For some people, three years seem to fly by in the blink of an eye, let alone just two months.
The two-month preparation time for this so-called final battle was decided by You Long.
Because these two months are like a year.
It was also the fourth year since the war broke out that year, and it was also the shortest period of time that You Long learned from the mouth a year ago that it was possible to recover from serious injuries in the Ten Thousand Souls Formation - one year.
Of course, You Long can also bet that Michael cannot recover within a year, but this kind of "gamble" is not You Long's character. If the bet is wrong, humans will be attacked without preparation.
One is active and the other is passive.
Taking the initiative is still in line with Youlong's character.
In the past two months, both the East and West sides have been preparing. Players in charge of logistics, such as Fenni, Dao Bujianxue, and He Shen, have spent all their efforts to equip the legion with all the equipment they can mobilize.
As for the West, which suffered heavy casualties due to the war, part of its combat power was replaced by law pistols.
As long as you have a law pistol and several rows of bullets, you are a fighting force.
Indeed, with the joint efforts of researchers and life players from the East and West, countless law pistols were mass-produced. Each is armed on the warriors of the east and west sides.
It can be said that everything that can be prepared has been prepared.
Now, just waiting for the final war.
That is, three days later.
… …
You Long's eyes glowed with a strange light, like stars in the dark night.
Although this is a brightly lit martial arts training ground in the palace, the brilliance in Youlong's eyes is clearly visible.
He is dancing with the spear in his hand.
He danced the Hanyan Spear extremely slowly, as slowly as a turtle.
It's just that the airflow in the entire space fluctuates with every movement of the spear in You Long's hand. It seems that what he is dancing is not a gun, but a mountain peak, a river, and a towering tree.
On the surface, there are no lawful fluctuations, but in fact, this is not the case.
Because all the power is contained in it, hidden and hidden.
If this power is completely spread, it will be as dazzling as ever. The sky is filled with fireworks and ice and snow.
But when this kind of power that is enough to cover a local area is concentrated at one point to attack, it will become very scary.
Ice, fire, hegemony, and laws blend together.
It possesses the power of the Law of Tyrannical Character but also possesses the explosive power of ice and fire.
Just like Zeus used Haoran's righteousness to drive the power of wind and thunder, when the thunder fell, Haoran's righteousness was contained in it.
This is what You Long has learned in the past two months.
What You Long didn't know was that there was a gaze watching him from a distance in countless dimensions and another terrifying space.
… …
"Mr. Bai, this kid's shooting skills are really good."
"Master, it depends on who this so-called good person compares with."
"It's not bad compared to Higbee."
"Master, Shige has many practitioners now, and he is no longer specialized in swordsmanship."
"... Mr. Bai, please stop saying a few words. Speaking of Shige, I have a headache. The beast god is always trying to compete with me to be Shige's successor."
"Yes Master."
A figure shuttled between the phantoms.
His figure was motionless, but it was as if there was no wind. There were various phantoms running backwards around him like a marquee.
The man had a short ponytail tied behind his head and his eyes were slightly narrowed. The overflowing eyes seemed to contain countless sword lights, as if one glance could pierce the sky and the earth, and the sword could pierce the sky.
What he is in is the passage between worlds.
But this passage was opened by himself. This was a short space passage built by piercing the barrier between worlds with a sword.