In fact, from the very beginning, Hao Ren didn't intend to make the Slaughtering Sword really quiet - usually this thing can only be kept quiet for three minutes, not to mention that there is a fellow of the same origin as it right now. That's right, so Hao Ren gave up his heart after the Sword of Killing God, and continued to chase and beat August VII as if he was carrying the BGM with him.
The tooth-piercing sound of tearing space kept ringing, the gravity was unbalanced, the optics were disordered, and the passage of time became fast and slow. In the constant collision of the two God-killing swords, the relationship between Hao Ren and August VII The battlefield is gradually evolving into a illusory zone where the rules are chaotic and the rules are gone. The killing range of the God-killing Sword may not be as thrilling and large-scale as the artillery plowing the ground, but within a limited range, the level of power they stir up is far beyond any weapon that mortals can comprehend—Hao Ren has a demigod August VII has the "blessing" from Loch Marton, so he can survive in such an environment, but for others, this place has become a restricted area!
And in the continuous exchange of the two "weapons", the noise of the God-killing Sword (stabbing a layman) did not stop from the beginning to the end:
"I said buddy, why don't you talk? Why do you look exactly like me? Do you know who made us?"
"Hey, let me tell you, I have a nickname for myself, layman who stabs people, layman, do you know what that means? It's very powerful..."
"Hao Ren, to be honest, fighting and killing can't solve the problem at all. You see, the old man in front of you is also very powerful in fighting. How will the two of you decide the winner? Why don't you sit down and talk about it?" Talk, maybe problems that cannot be solved by force can be solved by talking, you humans call this talk therapy... "
"Hey, the one who didn't say anything, fate tricks people, you said that we should be of the same origin, but now we can only bump into each other here, what is this for, if there are not so many people in this world What a fight!"
"Actually, my dream is to be a kitchen knife. I usually chop dumpling stuffing and cut Chinese cabbage. I don't want to compete with the world and make contributions..."
"But since it has become a weapon, you still have to accept it. The so-called doing what you do and loving what you do is just like the name I gave myself, stabbing a layman—the one who doesn't say a word, do you feel a kind of freedom from fate? and pleasure?"
"Hey, go up and go up! You cut it crooked, you know! That direction can obviously be blocked!"
The chatter of the God-killing Sword never stopped from beginning to end. Needless to say, the veins on Hao Ren's forehead were twitching, and August VII on the opposite side was also showing an increasingly anxious and panicked posture. Bursts of smoke rose, and even more twisted and ferocious black breast lines appeared on the bulging muscles, and his extraordinarily swollen right arm was even more cracked, and the black-red blood flowed down in a torrent of hot air, onto the ground. Small holes emitting light smoke were directly ablated!
In such a level of battle, the slightest difference will bring irreparable decline. Hao Ren immediately seized the slight weakness of the Demonized Pope, and quickly turned it into a huge advantage!
"The great master... the great master... Lockmarton..." August VII was covered in smoke and dust, and corrosive body fluid mixed with black and red blood emerged from all parts of his body. Whispering, finally, following Hao Ren's roar of "Piercing Forest Kicks" and slashing at his arm with a sword, the Demonized Pope let out a roar that was not human, and used it to block the "World Splitting Blade" "He was chopped off by a sword!"
However, after defeating the enemy in this way, Hao Ren was a little stunned—the demonized Pope's combat strength just now was beyond imagination. Although he lost his magic power, the opponent's physical strength and the chaotic power surrounding him were so strong that it was terrifying. At this point, Hao Ren originally thought that this fierce battle would last for a long time, but he didn't expect that the powerful enemy in front of him would be defeated so quickly!
And just when he was so stunned, he saw that the "World Splitting Blade" that was picked up suddenly made a sharp sound, and a large number of black lines bloomed around the blade, and even the nearby ground was cracked inch by inch. Come, and the arm of August VII also swelled instantly, opening countless terrifying wounds as if resonating. In the howling of the demonized pope, these cracks expanded rapidly, and swallowed his entire body in the blink of an eye. Body!
With a soft "snap", the former Pope was so completely broken, turning into pieces and ashes all over the place.
Backlash? He was actually bitten to death by the long sword given to him by Loch Marton
Hao Ren still couldn't figure out what was going on, so he heard Killing God Sword muttering again: "Damn it—didn't you say you were crazy..."
Hao Ren was shocked: "What did you say?!"
"Uh... just a possibility," the voice of the Sword of Killing God sounded particularly weak, as if it had been with Hao Ren for a long time, and it had been contaminated by the breath of Raven 12345, and its personality became more and more weird. "Ben Jian thinks it... Is it possible that Ben Jian called that buddy crazy?"
The "brother" it said was obviously the world-splitting blade in the hands of August VII.
Hao Renru was struck by lightning - this sentence is not adulterated at all, he just stayed like this after being struck by Raven 12345's divine punishment lightning - staring blankly at the world-shattering blade not far away on the ground, his heart ached. The sky thundered.
Such a fierce battle, such a thrilling battle, and the final victory was because his weapon made the opponent's weapon crazy... Where is the reason for this
This is definitely the most bizarre victory ever!
But the situation before him clearly did not allow Hao Ren to continue thinking about the logic of this victory, because after the Pope was dealt with, there were still remaining Annihilation Cultists, and there was even a Lavinia who was fiddling around in front of the Ark of the Covenant!
Accompanied by a loud howl of wolves, two Annihilation Cultists who sacrificed their lives to block Lily flew out like tattered sacks. Willie roared, but he could only back away angrily. His body was covered with scars, black and red magic blood It flowed down the wound and formed a small pool on the ground, which looked shocking, but Willie, who was already on the verge of breaking out of the human category, seemed unaware of this level of blood loss, he just waved his arms frantically , looking at the werewolf girl with terrifying power emitting a faint white light all over her body in front of her.
Around the two of them, heretics who were either seriously injured or dead lay all over the ground, and the knights and monks of the Calassius church, as well as the barbarians of the sub-races were also killed and injured, and the blood of various races soaked the holy ark. In the nearby land, there was a depressing smell of blood in the air.
The few surviving cultists formed a circle around Willy. Not far away, Calassius was holding the platinum staff firmly. A long wound on his chest was dripping with blood, and black air was continuously emitting. The power of the healing technique was There was a surge around the wound, but it was obvious that the high-ranking bishop would not be able to recover his fighting power in a short time.
The church warriors who were still standing swarmed around Calassius, and the battered sub-race brutes huddled around the alpha wolf.
It seems to be evenly matched, or to say that both sides suffer.
Lily is probably the most powerful fighter on the scene. She has only a few minor injuries, and those wounds are already wriggling and healing quickly. Her fangs are dripping with the blood of cultists in the air, and her animal-like golden pupils Zhongman is full of fighting spirit.
"Come on! Fight again! You are not so human!"
"Bah—beast." Willie spat to the side, his tone full of mockery, but even more angry than mockery. He looked at the few subordinates around him—these were his most loyal dead soldiers, the "holy ones" who supported him far more fanatically than the black-robed Lamore and others. The subordinates who sacrificed and turned into guardian puppets can be said to be his real personal cards in the Annihilation Sect. However, in the short battle just now, most of these precious soldiers fell down.
Those barbarians and church soldiers were easy to deal with. Although the high-level monks not far away were powerful, they were only mortals after all. It was the "wolf" who really caused such great damage.
But he couldn't do anything about her. Even with the infusion of the Great Lord's power, Willie discovered this fact with some frustration.
Because the power of order around the head wolf happens to be dedicated to restraining chaos.
But these are not important anymore.
Willie put away the indignant expression on his face, and replaced it with a treacherous smile.
He knew that his purpose from the beginning was not to defeat these enemies in front of him, but to delay the time so that Lavinia could complete the ceremony.
He looked in the direction of August VII. The failure of the old Pope did not cause him much emotion. The Annihilation Church members never stood together by solidarity and mutual assistance. He was just surprised that Hao Ren also had a fist in his hand. "World Splitting Blade", and it seems to be very skillful in use, but unfortunately, it seems that there is no time to figure out what's going on.
Lavinia's spell is nearly over.
Hao Ren happened to see this scene, and only had time to yell, "Damn... wait..."
Lavinia lifted the seal on the disk.
In fact, before she actually finished chanting the mantra, the seal had already been broken from the inside out, and the last few syllables of the mantra were read out entirely under inertia.
A dazzling white light erupted from the disk, swallowing Lavinia's body in an instant, and the latter assimilated into a torrent of light without even making a sound.
The white light continued to spread outward, but the speed was so slow that the naked eye could catch it. It seemed to become some kind of substantial fluid. It first hit the surface of the Ark of the Covenant, and then flowed around along the crystal pyramid. The middle four overflowed, except for those like Hao Ren and Lili who had already adapted to this divine aura, everyone who looked at the white light had the urge to worship!
However, just when Hao Ren thought that those runaway powers would erupt and completely wipe out the place, a strange scene appeared:
The white light suddenly calmed down, as if judging something cautiously, and then they rippled layer by layer, and quickly rushed towards the twenty-one high-class prison officers around the holy ark!
Almost in the blink of an eye, these divine powers disappeared into the bodies of the wardens who were bound and corroded by the magic power of chaos, without a trace.
Everyone at the scene was a little dazed, but Willy was the first to react. He realized that all the plans and all the information had deviated from his previous expectations. The great resurrection of Lockmarton had turned into a farce!
Right now is his last chance to escape!
This idea quickly spun in Willy's mind and immediately turned into action. Before everyone could react, he had already cut his finger, ready to activate the secret technique of escape.
However, as soon as this action was completed, he suddenly saw layers of ripples appearing in the air in front of him, and then a small red princess shoe protruded from it, kicking him with an impact force of at least two and a half tons. face. (to be continued~^~)