Hunter Tess fired 100% bullets.

Scarecrow Britney picked up the feathers on the ground, inserted them into the scarecrow, and began to cause effective damage.

The spiritualist Kayshar Mali also incited spiritual pollution to the afterimage.

The alchemist stood on the steel monster that Sawyer had gathered again, approaching the afterimage.

He touched the huge wings of the afterimage with his hands and activated the alchemy. The left wing of the afterimage quickly turned into pure gold.

All of these attacks are only conducted in lightning.

Sawyer was so strong that he was beyond the limit. With their perfect cooperation at this moment, maybe he could really kill God... Sherlock sighed in his heart, and at the same time he realized that the level of their joint attacks on themselves before was not the same level as the level of attacking Phoenix's afterimage.

It seems that fear can unite people. When facing a strong man who truly has the ability to destroy all his strength, he can only exert his limits by abandoning all distractions and pride.

Sherlock originally planned to contribute some of his output, but was stopped by the old salmon.

"etc."

Clockdal couldn't help but frown, he noticed an abnormality.

Sherlock raised his head and noticed that Phoenix was still looking at him.

Yes, his opponent Phoenix must preserve his strength.

Suddenly, the afterimage let out a harsh cry.

The body suddenly exploded, and a loud bang devoured the clouds, and a dazzling white light covered everyone.

In the white light, all those who attacked it turned into powder.

Sherlock heard the prisoners' screams and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

It was correct not to take action just now, and no one expected that the Phoenix's afterimage would actually use self-destruction to solve the opponent.

This also indirectly confirms that Sawyer and his attack did cause great damage to the afterimage, otherwise it would not have chosen this method.

This dazzling white light is what Phoenix calls the power of faith! Clockdal was indeed not wrong.

But the previous difficult opponents were instantly killed, which caused Sherlock to panic.

"Sulphur, let's go, we're not the opponent."

The poet Goya stood up.

Sulphur's face was full of reluctance, although he was now using Laubron's face to present this emotion.

Goya spoke and recited poetry.

"Open a door...

Let those who are willing to leave...

Let the hope stay what is left..."

As soon as the words were finished, a light door opened.

Goya took away the sulfur, and he seemed to have some kind of bond with the sulfur that was different from other prisoners.

Goya looked at Phoenix with a side face:

“Praise your kindness.”

Phoenix's eyes were filled with indifference, without any emotion, just like He looked at the believers crept on the ground.

"etc."

Sherlock called Goya and Sulfur, and they looked back at him.

"Boarder, if you hurt my companion, I will not let you go."

"Oh? You'd better survive first."

Sulphur occupied Laubron's body, took off his hat, bowed slightly to Sherlock, and raised his mouth.

"Captain, I'll see you again if you're destined to do it."

Sherlock frowned. He originally wanted to stop Goya from taking away the sulfur, but when he thought that the Phoenix he had to face next was too high, perhaps Laubron would be safer to be taken away.

"Don't worry, Laubron is not in danger of life. The essential difference between a boarder and a parasite is that the boarder will not kill the deity, but will control the deity's behavior. Sometimes, when the host rests, the deity can still gain temporary freedom.

Many times, the boarder and the deity are in a state of harmonious coexistence, mutual benefit and mutual benefit.

Parasites are different. Parasites will kill the deity, or squeeze out the deity's life force to the greatest extent until it is dried and select a new parasite."

Pipicia explained with a round head.

"How is Helling?"

Sherlock asked.

"Fortunately, I just lost consciousness for the time being, but she can't carry Phoenix's soul for too long. Even if it's only one tenth, this guy has lived too long, so you have to find a way to force him out."

After Pipicia said in person, she crawled back into the abyss.

"What's the solution?"

Sherlock asked, but only gained a moment of silence.

Pipicia always loses her links at critical moments.

Phoenix stepped on the clouds with naked feet, slowly stood up from the suspended seat, and his eyes fell on Sherlock.

"Since I'm not dead, I'm not leaving yet. Are you waiting for me to give you a reward?"

Sherlock listened to His familiar voice, but could not feel the existence of Helling at all.

He opened his game horizon and prepared to identify Phoenix.

There are only four words in the line of sight, and the level is not enough.

Even without identification, Sherlock could detect Phoenix's strength, but he hoped to show the other party's strength through digitization so that he could deal with it better, but unfortunately things went against his wishes.

Sherlock looked at Phoenix,

"Give me Herring back."

"Friends, pay attention to your words and deeds."

Willie Pope said nervously, believing in the Archbishop and his judgment, thinking that Houston was the prophetic follower, so he didn't want Houston to have conflict with the new god here.

Phoenix smiled faintly:

"Has the times changed? People nowadays have no faith?"

"You give me my people back, maybe I'll consider standing on your side."

Sherlock peeled a candy and swallowed it into his mouth. He needed to replenish sugar when thinking.

"Your people?"

Phoenix's face changed slightly, and he seemed to care about these three words very much.

A hint of coldness flashed in my eyes, it felt like the toy I like, and you also want to come and grab it with me.

"It seems that I'm still too tolerant of you."

After Phoenix finished speaking, he was like a child, stepping on the clouds barefoot and turning around.

In short, His believers dare not look up at Him.

He was bathed in the orange sunshine, his mouth raised, and tears flowed out, as if he could not control his emotions, or he did not want to control them.

Phoenix laughed, laughing and humming,

"The past will surely pass. I am the master of the new world. No one can crack the secret of Phoenix..."

The song spread throughout Phoenix City and even the Island of Dusk.

Although He did not sing loudly and his voice was not loud, it made almost all living things here hear it.

In His singing, the prostrated people began to fall asleep.

They seemed to be protected by some kind of force, so they fell into a deep sleep.

Those who failed to sleep were those who did not believe in Phoenix, including Sherlock, and the pirates who were sent to the hospital for treatment.

The pirate lying in the hospital had improved under the care of the doctor and the nurse, but suddenly his body twitched, his face twisted, and his expression was painful.

The doctors and nurses also fell into a deep sleep, and no one noticed their abnormality until they declared dead.
Chapter completed!