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Chapter 84

Woer slashed about ten swords in one breath, and each of them hit the magician god Imia Lamperus, which even included an extraordinary divine power God of War Light Blade.

However, there was no result in any battle.

Faced with this situation, even if he was as determined as Him, he couldn't help but worry and quietly retreated a little.

This is a very strange thing. A warrior and a mage fight, not only does not stick to the death and slash it, but instead hurriedly retreated and widened the distance.

The audience who witnessed this scene were stunned. The believers of the Void Mask Church who lacked combat experience and were passionate and could not help but shouted: "Don't retreat! Keep chopping!"

Wo Li naturally heard the words, but did not rush forward, but just smiled bitterly.

He knew his own situation. The attack just now was futile, which not only consumed a lot of His physical strength, but also consumed a lot of divine power. Imia Lamperus is worthy of being a senior master who has been famous for three thousand years. He could see at a glance that His weakness of lacking a hard-core believer and limited reserve of divine power. Through this round of melee battles, he fought with Him head-on to offset his divine power.

The colorful aperture covering Imia not only has terrible defense, but also contains a large amount of divine power. Every knife slashed on it, a large amount of divine power and Wo's divine power would be offset. After these ten or so swords, most of the divine power in His body was consumed.

If I continue to fight like this, Imiya doesn't even need to take action. Just by the consumption of divine power, Wo'er can be exhausted and eventually die.

Wo Wei frowned and thought about what to do.

He was not afraid of death, or was mentally prepared for it. But if he didn't work hard to win, he just died with his hands. It was not his style.

True courage is not only to dare to face and endure death, but also to strive for a glimmer of hope in desperate situations.

That's how those amazing miracles are obtained.

After thinking for a while, he held the black long knife in both hands, raised it diagonally over his head, and took a pose to be ready to slash.

This posture is the most powerful and powerful among sword techniques. A skilled warrior can often cut down all enemies with heavy armor on his body.

Wo Wei stared at Imiya, motionless, but his mood gradually calmed down, like a pool of stagnant water, calm and unwavering, and like a round of mirrors, reflecting everything around him in his heart.

Imiya didn't say anything, but she smiled admiringly.

Faced with this overwhelming strength gap, the warrior who still has the courage to continue fighting, and even can recover his calmness in the battle and use more fierce means is of course worthy of praise!

But He felt a little regretful.

Why do such a person become the god of knowledge?

The God of Knowledge... No matter how you look at it, you should be a spellcaster!

Thinking of this, He couldn't help but sigh secretly. He sighed for the secret sprinkling of the pearl, and also sighed for the incompetence of his disciples and grandchildren.

A group of legendary wizards actually made a warrior rob the clergy of knowledge, which was simply embarrassing to the Styx!

"It seems that I have been focusing on understanding and mastering the power of the world's source over the years, trying to include all the spellcasters in my priesthood at once, and neglecting to teach them!"

He thought secretly, not caring about the battle in front of him.

In His opinion, the only one who can fight against spells is spells. The God of Knowledge has been blocked by His Majesty's Mystery Lord. How could he have a chance of winning against Him by fighting with martial arts alone?

If I lose like this, then my three thousand years will be in vain!

A flash of sword light.

Wo Wei retreated again, his steps were a little staggering.

With the knife just now, He had already devoted all his energy and brought his martial arts to the extreme.

However, the result was no different from before. On the contrary, His divine power, which had already lost a lot, fell sharply again, and it had reached a precarious point.

If he continues to fight like this, perhaps after the next sword, He will fall into a long sleep because of the exhaustion of divine power.

For a new God who has not even had time to build the kingdom of God and the church has not yet had time to build it, this almost means the fall.

"Maybe... the next knife will be the last blow in my life..."

With this enlightenment, He slowly adjusted his breathing and restored himself to peace.

Since there is only one sword left, you must use this sword to the best and swing the most brilliant blow in this life!

Imia's thoughts were slightly disturbed by Woer's sword, so the great magician suddenly realized that he was still in duel.

He smiled apologetically and turned his eyes back to Woer.

"Oh, your condition looks very bad." With His eyesight, he naturally saw Woj's situation at a glance, and he couldn't help but frown and advised, "You'd better give up. If you continue fighting, you'll die!"

Woj answered Him with a calm smile.

That is the smile that has been awakened and ready to accept death.

Imiya frowned even deeper, and he couldn't help asking, "Why? There must be a reason!"

"Reason?" Woj finally replied, "Why do you need a reason?"

"You are going to die!" said Imia. "People can live without reason, but they can't die without reason!"

"Betrayal requires finding reasons, and persistence is not necessary." Wo Ling smiled, his smile calmly and calmly.

"Loyalty should not transcend ideals and beliefs!" Imia frowned and said, "You are not the god of knights. Your clergy is knowledge, the promotion and dissemination of knowledge, and the promotion of civilization... Loyalty should not be more important than your philosophy!"

"Everyone has different ideas, and I don't force you to understand me." Wo Ling replied with a smile, "For you who have been through three thousand years and witnessed the rise and fall of many dynasties, loyalty is meaningless. Perhaps even in the face of the great Lord of Mystery, you are just following Him as a student rather than a minister. But to me, His Majesty the Face of the Void is my lord, and as His minister, I am very grateful for His support and kindness to me. If it weren't for His help, I would probably still be in the library, hiding from the library collector, avoiding possible pursuers, and aged in obscurity day by day, until the years finally wiped out all the courage and strength, and became an ordinary member of the cemetery..."

"His Majesty of Void guided me to the direction of my progress, helped me find my life's goal, and achieved it. He sublimated my life, liberated me from the life of a panic-fated escapee and a hatred Avenger, became a singular great figure, and eventually surpassed the limits of the living and entered immortality."

He was silent for a moment and said, "What moved me the most was His equality and kindness to me! Such an attitude is far more precious than the various benefits He gave me. Compared with it, the enthronement of God may not be a big deal."

"Life or something is simply unremarkable!"

He rarely said so many things in one breath, and after he finished speaking, he started to laugh.

"Okay, Master Imiya Lamperus, I've finished talking nonsense, let's end this battle."

As he said that, he took a step forward with his left foot, leaning against his body, black blade crossing his chest, pointing flat to Imiya Lamperus's chest.

"I will do my best to stab this, and I hope you won't be injured."

The God of Spellcaster was silent for a moment and sighed deeply.

He took out a wooden stick that looked very ordinary and slowly raised it.

The golden light condensed at the top of the wooden stick, turning into a ball of light, spinning rapidly.

"This is the spell I was best at when I was in the world." He said, "A person like you should not die from exhaustion of divine power. Let me use my most proud spell to send you a ride!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight to the final decisive battle, Morani's face had become very serious, even her body was slightly arched, her knees were slightly bent, and she was ready to rush forward.

"I stop that spell, you save people." Yol Gadman said so, and a light flashed with his right hand, and his usual axe appeared in his hand.

However, their plans were not implemented.

Because just before Voye launched the final sprint and Imia Lamperus made his most proud magic, a sound of anger that was as angry as a volcano erupted came from the ground.

"Die old man! Have you ever heard a word?" Sui Xiong's roar was so scared that even dead people jumped up, "Don't show off! Pretending to be struck by lightning!"

A dazzling light of lightning erupted from the ground and instantly came to the god of spellcaster. It hit the colorful aperture of His body, and emitted dazzling white light.

This light made almost everyone present temporarily lose their vision. Only the powerful God of Justice can resist this strong light and maintain a clear vision.

So before the light dissipated, everyone heard His crazy laughter.

"Hahahaha! So funny! So funny!"

Interesting? What's so interesting?

With such doubts, everyone who had regained their vision saw Wo Li standing in the air in a daze and still maintaining a stabbing posture.

Huh? Where is Master Imia Lamperus, the God of Spellcaster? Where did He go?

More than one person searched around in confusion, looking into the distance, but he could not find the figure of Master Imia Lamperus.

Morani used his divine power to search everywhere, and had seen at least a hundred miles in a radius, but he could not find Master Imia.

So He looked at Yol Gadman beside him in confusion. He felt that His Majesty the God of Justice who had just laughed out loud must have known something.

But before the God of Justice could speak, Sui Xiong's voice came from the ground again.

His voice was a little sighing and a little dissatisfied: "Let me go! This old man is as hard as a turtle! When I raided the electromagnetic cannon, I just bombarded him, but I couldn't even break his turtle shell!"
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