Uranus, the first god king in the mythology of the Seven Hills Empire, was covered with the most original blood of the gods.

Before his birth, the Earth Goddess Gaia was a seed that had not yet sprouted, huge but stable and balanced. Uranus was the first spark of creation and the most primitive driving force that started the creative process. He was the sky, tightly attached to every inch of the earth's skin, his power was absorbed by Gaia, and Gaia's environment was transformed by him. The power of the two was combined, and then the subsequent Olympian gods were created.

He is not stronger than the two generations of gods who later replaced him, but in his body, all the possibilities of the gods are contained.

Amy once asked the sky: "Can a person as humble as me really be protected by the first generation of God King?"

The sky answered her: "Aphrodite, from my body."

In mythology, the God of Love was born from Uranus's body. At this moment, it was supplemented and completed.

In mythology, the God of Vulcan is the great-grandson of Uranus. At this moment, it has become incomplete.

Amy could not understand all the nature of Uranus. The only forces she was familiar with were the God of Love and the God of Vulcan. Uranus also responded to her with these two powers.

So she became the unquestionable and only guardian of Uranoska.

She had no doubt about this power of protection. Those ordinary people could get the elf-level protection by just understanding the nature of the gods at home. And now she has stepped through the vast sea of ​​stars and found the lonely Uranus who had been exiled for tens of millions of years from that billions of hope.

She felt the sky surround her and kissed her.

The sky was filled with dust that had not fallen.

When she looked at Ivar again, her eyes changed, as if she was looking down at the world from the high sky: "I feel... now... can kill you."

Ivar took a step back unconsciously. It doesn't matter how Amy sees him. The key is that even himself feels like this in an instant. But he is Ivar after all. After a moment of fear, he laughed happily:

"Amy...you can always bring me new surprises."

He spread his hands and released all the power in his body. The rolling flames instantly involved everything around him.

"I use all my strength to show my greatest respect to you." In the endless fire, Ivar shouted, "Come on, let me see how strong your strength is!"

Amy raised her wrist silently, and the fire immediately went out. At the same time, the whole air became extremely dry, like a desert, rubbing against people's skin and throats.

"I tried to remove the 'dry' from the fire, leaving it with only 'hot'. Sure enough, you can't control 'hot'."

After saying this, Amy looked at her palm again. She had not yet fully understood her power, so she stayed silent most of the time.

A layer of sweat oozed out from Ivar's forehead.

"This level of power reminds me a little bit of the time I was facing. " He smiled and said, "I changed my mind. It would be no good for me to fight head-on with you here. So, what should I do? Should I beg for mercy from you? Or turn around and run away?"

"What I hate is Nesawar Koyotel. As for you, Ivar, our hatred has long been settled by your death."

Amy still looked at her palms and felt the power flowing out of her body. She only responded to Ivar's questions at will to the limits:

"Leaving Aztland and not appearing in front of me again, we will not overturn the river."

"Yes, calm down and judge. Even if you want to continue to be enemies with you, you should retreat temporarily and keep a low profile. I have always done this. My father has ruined my legs and I just hide in Ireland."

Ivar took a long breath, but suddenly, he laughed loudly again:

"But why? I just don't want to retreat now! I just don't want to beg for mercy! In order to achieve my goal, I shrank for the whole life, but the reputation of killing Ragna fell into the hands of Scipio. In the end, I was still the stupid and weak 'boneless person'!"

After laughing, tears rolled from the corners of his eyes:

"Amy, you killed me and indirectly killed my brother. I like you and hate you so much that I hate you. I am a warrior after all, I am tired of hiding. At least at the end, let me make a big fuss!"

After crying, he laughed again, transformed his body into an invisible fire, and rushed towards Amy with his teeth and claws.

"Ivar... You are indeed affected by Nesawar Koyotel's spirit body?" Amy raised her head, "You have helped me, but since death is your wish, then I will do what you want."

Magic power flowed out of her body, as if endless. All the fire touched by its magic power turned into "hot" that could not be controlled by Ivar. The earth became increasingly dry, and finally even dried up layer by layer into sand and gravel, rolling in the air with the ashes formed by the trees and dancing.

Ivar's flame was ruthlessly compressed. Even though he gritted his teeth and tried his best, it was still like a mantis armed mantis chariot.

Before the flame was completely extinguished, he stopped and returned to human form.

"Have you given up?" Amy asked. "If you want to escape, I can let you go. Anyway, you are already a dead person, so just leave your body to me."

"No...Amy, let's play a game at the end."

Ivar smiled and pointed behind him, where Draguè was still trapped in a fire cage.

"Now, I am blocking between you and her, like a shield. If your magic touches her, you must first pass through me. You can choose to leave my body so that she can live; you can also choose to burn my body, as long as you can make sure that she will not be burned to death by me before this."

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"It was just a little trick." Ivar replied, "The trick was originally created to be weak and powerful."

"Do you think I dare not kill you? When you threatened those villagers, I killed all of them without falling."

"You have been in pain for a long time after that, right?" Ivar smiled, "Amy, our spirits influence each other, just as Nesaval Kojotel influenced me and made me recite poems. I know you too much. You know that Draguè is innocent, and now you can't do such things."

"Then--Ivar, I will give you a death."

Amy attacked Ivar without hesitation. Starting from his fingers, Ivar's nails began to fall off, his skin became shriveled, and his hair turned into dust. Ivar was shocked and turned around and grabbed his hand. The flame cage surrounding Draguer immediately shrank, and the hot flame that was enough to melt the rock surrounded Draguer's whole body.

Unexpectedly, Draguè was not burnt. The surface of her body seemed to be covered with an invisible shield. Ivar's flames disappeared immediately, exactly the same as when facing Amy's magic.

"When you attacked the village of Zeland, I was just a self-level guardian of Aphrodite. In order to protect His Majesty, I can only choose to kill those villagers."

Amy approached Ivar step by step.

"But now, I have the ability to protect everyone. Give my own power to others. This is the power of love God - complete, the power of love God."

Ivar's whole body was dehydrated, and his lower body was as dry as a mummy. He opened his mouth and made the last sound with great effort:

"How do you...get...that's such a power?"

"Is it the real Loki Guard? Whether it is the God of Love or the God of Vulcan, aren't it all his power?" Amy tilted her head and smiled, "Didn't Loki tell you?"

"Ah...Loki..."

Ivar showed a look of wanting to cry, but the moisture in his body had been consumed by Amy and there was no tears left to leave.

"I deserve to be the God of Scheming... I shouldn't have sought protection from you from the very beginning."

When the wind blew, his body turned into dust, mixed with trees and sand and gravel, and wandered in the air for a long time.

Amy sighed.
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