The battlefield suddenly fell silent for a moment.шwщ
The red mist slowly extended, covering everything around it with an undetectable layer of blood. It seemed that the sounds remaining in the air were slowly being swallowed up. The waning moon in the sky mixed the blood color into a
The indifference and darkness, like the unspeakable heaviness, silently presses on everyone's heart.
"Be careful. Although this guy's power has lost contact with Aristotle, it is still the power of a god. If we cannot separate him from the divine blood, we will have no chance of winning." He pulled the darkness.
The elf's wrist led her back quietly, and the half-elf lady had quietly sent a message to the psychic.
"Is there any way you can distract him?"
"It's a pity that it can't be done. You have to know that it is the blood of God, a part of God... With the power of me and Rotten Melon, we can't do it now."
"It's so troublesome...it seems we have to dodge first and talk later."
"Listen carefully to what I'm saying! I mean, you can't do it now... But as long as you can find a way to seriously injure him, I think there is still a certain chance. Just give him a few hard blows and make him unable to control the divine blood.
, I’m 70 to 80% sure of getting that thing off.”
"You're so young, don't imitate the old man's breathing. But give him a few hard blows? He almost disemboweled me with those blows just now... You really can't stand and talk without pain in your back."
"I'm not young! Moreover, divine blood is a very useful thing. Even a waste like Aristotle, his blood can be refined into incomparably powerful potions. As long as a trace of this thing is extracted,
I dare say any mage would be crazy about it. What's more, if you leave it to the goddess, she will probably give you more rewards?"
"Give him a few hard blows, right? Let me try..." Edward gently stretched out his hand, letting the fine velvet-like robe slide down to his wrist, revealing his slender fingers... A signature smile appeared on the corner of his pale mouth.
Fortunately, the communication speed of thoughts breaks away from the general time limit, and the conversation between the two people can only be completed in an instant. Otherwise, the gap caused by these boring words may be enough for the old guy opposite to launch several surprise attacks.
When his eyes were focused on the red figure, a thought suddenly flashed through the mind of the psychic.
It's just that his silver-infected eyes shrank slightly because of this - now that his spiritual power is becoming more and more powerful, he will no longer ignore these unreasonable speculations in his heart like ordinary people, but will carefully treat them.
As a reference and reminder.
In a world constructed by psychic powers, idealism represents not just a meaningless word, but the cornerstone of the entire world.
"First of all, I should praise you, young spellcaster. You have really shaken me and had an extremely bad impact on my Lord's plan."
The old voice broke the brief silence, and the red figure stood quietly in the air... He used his blood-colored eyes to scan the alert people around him, and finally returned to the black robe.
With a sigh, he seemed to have sorted out his emotions. The anger and annoyance that was going crazy just now were swept away from his words:
"People like you should be able to understand that the current situation is irreversible. No matter what kind of damage my temple has suffered, it doesn't matter anymore. Me who controls the Rutger family will only make everything worse in the end.
Recovery, even if it just takes more effort. And you are destined to be unable to reverse everything..."
"Irreversible?"
Edward sneered softly and narrowed his eyes.
For a psychic, pretending to be calm is meaningless.
Although the rolling layer of dark red on the opponent's body is like acid, melting away all the tentacles of thought that touch it, the psychic can still clearly capture the negative emotional fluctuations that belong to humans and are constantly escaping.
.
"Since you have such power, why do you want to talk to me? Mr. Priest, you have not forgotten that your god Ares and the Lady of Darkness have had a rift with each other a long time ago.
Right? There is no room for mortals to resolve the grudges between gods. So at this moment, isn’t it true that whoever has a bigger fist will be more reasonable?"
"So, you want to give it a try? Use your weak power? Human beings' stupid inherent thinking seems to always be the root of arrogance. Well, it's very simple..."
In a sighing voice, the attack was launched!
The scarlet color comes from the dagger with tiny serrated fangs he held in his hand at some point! The residual light brought by it is like a red line that keeps changing its trajectory. You can't even see the body of the incarnation of the divine blood.
Making a borrowing action on the ground, he suddenly lifted off the ground... his whole body shot towards Edward like a missile!
It was a matter of a moment...
It was as if everyone pursed their lips and prepared to suck in a breath of cold air, but before their chests could expand, the scarlet, smooth and cold face of the incarnation of the divine blood, with eyes shining with electric blue fire, had already appeared in front of them.
The field of view is close! The terrible changes make people even
There was no time to close my pupils, so the dim red glow turned into an overwhelming cold aura - although it was as red and bright as a flame, at the moment of contact with it, every trace of warmth in the depths of the soul,
Everything will be easily taken away by it!
So everyone, including the two priests, stepped back in a daze and subconsciously, watching the red light that occupied their field of vision pass by, and then there was a sharp friction sound of toothache and bone pain, followed by a banging explosion sound, and a burst of
When the magic flames burned, it took several glances to notice that the two hostile people had left the space where they were. The red shadows were standing dozens of feet away at some point, and a wall of crystals was expanding.
in front of the wall.
Everyone could only capture this established fact in their disbelieving eyes. Only the psychic could understand the battle that took place in that short moment.
A thrilling and dangerous battle
A moment is one thought, twenty thoughts are a blink. Twenty moments are a snap of a finger, and a snap of a finger is only seven seconds...
But using the word "moment" to describe this encounter is not an exaggeration in the slightest - when the red light suddenly appeared, only Edward could see it. It was the dark red human figure that took him with him in less than a second.
He made three changes of direction, each time crossing the dagger in his hand forward to create a cross-shaped sword mark!
But just before the blade of his sword touched his body, the air seemed to be given life, and thickened on its own. It formed a solid wall, and then collided with the blade with a muffled sound, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye.
With the sword blade as the center, it spread in all directions on the wall of air. Thin cracks immediately appeared on the wall, and then it fell apart and collapsed!
The next moment, the mage's armor automatically expanded on the robe. Layers of halo-like energy ripples solidified the air, supporting the dark red sword body with jagged fangs, and then burned like a flame in the next moment! Just powerlessly.
Hold it up a little, and the blade will move forward.
Behind the blade is the heart of the Psion!
It was a surprise that was enough to make the human body tremble slightly - there was no cold feeling after the panic, because the sweat could not escape the body surface in such a short period of time. The heart did not have time to beat faster, only the pupils suddenly
Only by shrinking can we keep up with the swift and fearful fear.
The silver stream of light is formed in the mind and poured into the crystal. With an indescribable perception of time, it involves the soul of the psychic.
Gray fills the eyes, solidifying everything in a separate time frame.
Time accelerates.
Edward couldn't help but sigh.
In the previous hourglass, in the secret lair of the King of Strategies, he encountered almost no decent resistance. The power that the enslaved dwarves and human workers exploded after gaining freedom was enough to cause chaos there.
The world was turned upside down. But even so, it was still difficult to eliminate the more than 100 people who stayed behind, and it took him a lot of effort.
Now it seems that this obviously constitutes some dangerous waste.
An incarnation of divine blood... If he had known there was such an opponent, he would have definitely saved his strength to the maximum extent to deal with the battle.
This thought only lasted for a short moment, and then the pressure on his chest shocked Edward!
The scene of time acceleration being cracked flashed through his mind during the battle with the Blazing God, causing him to roll back reflexively and leave the place in embarrassment! After rolling three times, he supported his body.
He turned around and looked around, but the world in his eyes was still covered by the silent darkness, which symbolized that the power of psychic energy was still taking effect...
When his eyes were fixed on the figure not far away, the frightened psychic could not help but feel a big trough in his heart!
The dim red figure raised its arms and was still moving forward slowly. Although it was as slow as a snail, it was extremely determined to thrust the serrated dagger forward!
Although time acceleration is equivalent to time stopping in magic, fundamentally speaking, neither of them really stops the event. It is just that the caster's actions enter the operation of another time frame... Let's change what Edward understands.
In other words, it's just that it's almost at the speed of light.
It's just moving itself, but in such an advanced time frame, the opponent is still able to move. In a sense, this is better than the feat of the blazing god who broke the acceleration of time with just a glance.
, something that also surprised Edward.
However, despite being surprised, he felt somewhat at peace in his heart.
Miss Lisa's tip to him was very accurate. What this guy can rely on is just a little power left in his body by the divine blood. Although this power is huge, what drives it is by no means the vast and endless will of the god.
.
Just a human being.
…
Twelve seconds passed in a blink of an eye.
In the perception of the incarnation of the divine blood, all the movements of the enemy suddenly became undetectable, so the bright red eyes swept across the rising and extending crystal wall in front of him, and the old man couldn't help but show a trace of doubt on his face. Then when he turned his head,
Only then did he notice the black shadow, which was already standing in the other corner of his sight at some point - the psychic warlock stretched out a thin wand in his hand, pouring surging positive energy into the
In the body of the woman in his arms.
The female sword master was surprised and struggled for a moment, but unfortunately she seemed unable to exert any force... Although the four wounds on her limbs were closing in the positive energy, it was not just an ordinary long sword that caused this kind of damage - the Duke
In his hand, the ornately decorated sword looked like the simplest battle formation command sword, but a glistening red light turned it into a vicious weapon comparable to a poisonous blade.
"Aren't you a mage? No, should you be the so-called magician and martial artist? Cunning guy, you do have a little bit of luck, but you should understand that luck cannot always be with you."
The old man frowned and searched for possible explanations for all this in his mind.
If the enemy was just a simple mage, his throat would have been slit long ago, but if he was a magician and a martial artist... I'm afraid he would only die faster. Although this world has the rules of magic,
But when fighting against an assassin who has been blessed to the limit by divine power and can only be described as invincible, whether it is pure swordsmanship or magic, I am afraid that he will only end up being killed instantly.
No, it's obviously not that simple. You can see a strong aura of purgatory on his body... Then his power far beyond ordinary people should come from the transaction with the creatures in the lower world. But then this is not a problem, the power of the demons
.No matter how much you instill, you can't fight against a real god.
Any resistance is meaningless in the face of absolute power.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the old man's body trembled violently!
Because there was another incarnation of him standing there dozens of feet away, the bloody humanoid figure who was once a giant sword swordsman. At this moment, he was making a ridiculous gesture - he turned his head and seemed to use all his strength.
To twist the body, to catch the blackness in the field of vision
He looked at the beautiful hilt of the sword, but he couldn't do it - the huge sword that was more than five feet long and originally belonged to him had been pulled out from the ruins at some point, and then was driven by a force, stabbing tenaciously.
Entering his body, and then breaking through the blood-like body.
On the cut section of the blood-red body, the mist made a hissing sound, but the huge force on the giant sword never stopped. It just pressed the steel downward and crossed the final distance. This last step
The resistance was so negligible that the next moment, the lifeless scarlet was completely broken, leaving only the sword blade hitting the ground with a dull roar.
The blood-red monster raised its head, and then the movement froze there, and finally turned into a long-lasting cry... His body violently disintegrated, turning into countless mist, and scattered in all directions.
The smoke disappeared.
What's going on!
The face of the incarnation of the divine blood twitched, and in the blood-red eyes, the blue luster flashed endlessly, symbolizing the surprise in his heart that could not be increased!
Now that he has lost the direct protection of the god's will, he is unable and has no time to give any instructions to his clone - in fact, he did not command the duke to cooperate with his attack for the same reason...
...But he didn't expect that in just one moment, his opponent had already severely damaged both of them at the same time!
Who is he? No, is he really a simple 'person'?
Is that really something a ‘person’ can do?
In the mind of the incarnation of the divine blood, such a question could not help but arise. The power given by the gods was so powerful that it was almost beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Just a moment ago, he was still immersed in the ecstasy brought by that unmatched power, confident.
He could control everything, complete the greatest strategy, and become the most glorious existence under the gods. However, right now, that kind of ecstasy and confidence began to dissipate involuntarily——
In that one after another blow.
Of course, he had no way of knowing the panic his opponent had felt, nor the worries in the mind of the psychic - even if possessed by divine blood, his soul was still just a mortal, and he had no time to deal with such successive attacks.
Keep a clear mind
, his lair was overturned, he was short of manpower, his plans were chaotic, he lost the blessing of God, and he had to make progress in the plan without having an advantage in strength. With these terrible problems lingering around him, it was enough for him to be able to think normally.
The mood is calm enough.
And it is impossible for a psychic to give his opponent the opportunity to gain insight into his own thinking.
He stared at the young man's face. The long hood was slightly drooped, and the shadow covered the upper half of his pale cheek. It also covered all his expressions in darkness. Only a touch of paleness could be seen on the corners of his pursed mouth.
The cold smile, and the silver brilliance emanating from the eyes in the shadow.
It was cold, like the afterglow of metal.
The monster created by God involuntarily tightened his body. He took a deep breath, and the wisps of red mist around him were splashing towards the surroundings like water waves, spreading in circles in all directions.
.But that is not a wave of water, but the power of darkness that brings destruction. They easily concentrate, invisible erosion, to kill the enemy invisible!
Threads of divine blood are constantly concentrating on him, gathering together, and stabbing towards him!
But in an uncontrollable way.
In other words, it was not a stab or an attack at all, but it was being absorbed by something unstoppable...!
This terrifying realization shocked the incarnation of the divine blood!
The red mist twisted and jerked back towards its original owner! However, he soon discovered that this process had become irreversible! The power in the mist was no longer like an arm, but had become extremely difficult and heavy.
The part closest to the enemy rushes towards the enemy as if it has found a new destination!
This is simply unbelievable. The blood of God represents the power of God. It is the most magnificent and unfathomable power in this multiverse. How could it be so easily used by other beings...