And the weapon of steel and lead is rushing towards Him with the gravity of sub-light speed! There is no way to avoid or defend!
This is another trap! A despicable and slender trap!
In this moment, Lansendall almost subconsciously focused all his consciousness on his perception of the surroundings. He widened his golden eyes, and his divine vision penetrated the air and light waves that were twisted by gravity, clear
Miles away, the strange expression on the face of the human who had left the bow and stood on the bridge - the shadow of the hood was further deeper by the haze of the explosion of space, leaving only the pale lips left.
Outside the shadow, the somewhat blood-lost muscles opened slightly, revealing white teeth, as if they were a beast that chose people to eat. But it seemed to be saying: 'What I am waiting for is this moment...'
And this moment is so short and long...
In every god or human feeling, it is just a moment of offense and defense, but in an existence that has accelerated time, it is such a painful and lengthy... torture.
The pitch-black mass bomb hit the silver shell of divine power, and the force field was immediately disintegrated by violent force! The blazing energy luster burst out, covering everything into the indescribable beauty! The air spread out rose a violent storm,
It scattered with the energy that vibrated the space structure! Then, the energy of the second sub-light speed bomb was added to this crazy and gorgeous storm again!
The terrifying shock wave swept through the battlefield like a bright ring.
The color turned into incandescent, swallowing all the scenery. The roar formed a sonic boom, drowning all the sounds... The world became simple at this moment, and there was only a barrier composed of divine power in the field of vision. It showed a slightly dark color.
It was vaguely suspended on the edge of vision, and endless energy was raging and shaking, as if celebrating the arrival of the doomsday judgment.
The terrifying explosion sound was like a screaming explosion and finally regained the world after a few hours... They settled from the high-pitched buzzing sound to the rumbling thunder, and the light was finally sucked in by the heavy gray... The wind was roaring. The dust was roaring.
In friction, and that battlefield has become a vague depression in the hurricane circle.
"ah……"
The low cry passed through the whistling winds. It echoed in the spirit of all gods and also attracted their remaining attention - in the world outlined by energy, the form of the guardian god is constantly being
Struggle. But a huge vine net had entangled him, and a pickaxe pressed his sword-holding hand. The long wooden stick pressed against the head of the god. Finally, a bright moonlight
The long sword pierced into His throat!
All four weapons were shining with a gloomy silver light, which divided the body of the gods and sucked them. In just a moment, the incarnation of the gods with heavy armor had completely lost its appearance. In the faint cry,
, and then disappeared. Only a piece of fist-sized blue remained. Slowly upward, crossed the storm on the battlefield, flew towards the huge warship... and finally fell into an outstretched palm.
The slender five fingers closed and held the tiny blue fire. The psychic sage lowered his head. The blue fire was roaring silently in the blue fire.
Divine power is worthy of being one of the most powerful forces in this multiverse... Although only these tiny and broken bits are left, as long as the deity's seal is still on it, it can still preserve its complete personality, and
Memory. Unfortunately, such a small fragment of divine power is no longer enough to allow God to exert any form of power, and he can only retain a part of his memory.
Edward pulled the corner of his mouth gently.
In his other hand, the silver light was condensing and twisting, outlining the extremely gorgeous shape of the staff... As his slender and pale five fingers slightly pressed down on the staff, the air around him stopped in an instant,
Within six feet of the surrounding area, the passionate storm completely disappeared!
The gorgeous staff with dozens of gems pointed gently on the divine power of the blue. With a crisp crack, the divine power of the blue kept flowing out of his hands, rolling up like mist
The amiable smoke floated in the air and surrounded it. The air was refracted by the slight mist and dyed with a refreshing light blue color, like shimmering water... It actually made everything in the range.
They all seem to be wandering like a dream, but not real,
This scene lasted for a few seconds. When the psychic sage sighed, the rippling mist flowed again, closing in his hand. The slightly wavy appearance was exactly the same as a moment ago, but as long as you observe carefully, you can realize it.
The consciousness that was hosted in the divine power was no longer angry, but was warm and silent, flying up from the hands of humans, and then disappeared into the void as a gap in space opened and closed.
"What did you do?" A mature and lazy voice came from behind. The Spider God Queen quietly stood on the bridge of the Catastrophe Cancer Sun, looking at her: "Put that guy back, are you sure Tyre is not
Will you come to settle the score with you? His losses this time are quite large?"
"I have modified part of Heim's memory. He will only remember that Ransendel and Tyre died together. Let them mix up the rest, of course, if He has the energy from Asmotiel
Get out of the attack.”
The human snorted softly, his eyes falling to the battlefield under the battleship. Four gods controlled by him were constantly expanding their range of movement, gathering a trace of silver divine power from the air.
Unfortunately, it was indeed a lot of wasted. Most of the divine powers of Ransendall and Tyre were consumed in that terrible explosion together with the five consecutive sub-light speed bombs. The scattered parts that can be recovered now are still
Less than two or three of all.
Of course, this idea is just a complaint. In the battle just now, Edward thought that even if he did not maximize his interests, he should have at least 90% of the possibility of seizing two completely.
All the power of the powerful god clone is not impossible, but the slim probability is not worth forcing, otherwise it will be full of greed.
Yes, greed, just like Ransendall's performance just now...
It is this greed that led to the failure of the Lord of Dawn - once the purpose is simply purified, then actions can naturally be expected.
Or in terms of calculation and grasping the timing, Ransendall is indeed far superior to Edward, a mortal, but from He as God, he has divided so much power and has already obtained the existence of Pandorien's power.
If you consider it, failure will obviously not be easily accepted.
Therefore, the only chance to turn the tables is naturally to seize Tyr's divine power, and at the fastest speed... he naturally crashed into a trap that Edward had already used four gods and the main guns of the warship.
Of course. In fact, Edward has also made other preparations. If the Lord of Dawn does not choose to attack Tyre but comes to deal with himself, then the numerous light turrets on the Cannibal Sun can come in handy - although if it is true
In doing so, even Edward could not guarantee whether the core of the floating city would be strongly influenced by divine power and exploded the cylinder... But the biggest reason why this warship appeared here is precisely because of its strong existence
.Make the necessary intimidation. As long as it seems troublesome enough, Ransendall will surely make a relatively 'smart' choice.
But it turns out that the calculations of the psychic warlock did not deviate.
Victory already belongs to him.
"Change the memory of the gods? It seems that you are really an amazing existence now?"
Bellena's eyes flashed and she laughed in a low voice, but the emotionless voice was completely unable to tell whether she was sincerely feeling or sarcastic: "But if that guy named Tyre
If he really intends to pursue this matter, he may not be able to withdraw... Do you think that just the military power of the Lord of the Nine Prisons can completely hold up Paradise Mountain? At least within a few years, Asmotiels can maintain it.
It's already considered good luck to live in the portal you gave him. Although Nethers's defenders are indeed powerful, Astimores is not completely without constraints.
"That has nothing to do with me, either..." Edward smiled.
He turned around and noticed the two gods' eyes turning at the same time and a hint of fear hidden in them--focused in his hands, on the silver staff, although the energy on the artifact was restrained at this moment, without a trace of energy.
Leakage.
However, the psychic warlock was not sarcastic about this. He just held the terrifying symbol that could destroy the multiverse in that legend, and spoke lightly: "Although I am very grateful to your two majesties for help, I think you are here, I am afraid that you will be here.
Not just to give me some advice? Since that's the case, let's get to the point. I don't have much time now."
Rose and Bellena couldn't help but stagnate at the same time.
They obviously did not expect that the humans in front of them would treat them with such a cold and hard attitude - at least on the surface, they came to help out specially, and they have always been his partners. But at this moment, in the silver eyes of humans,
The lightning lingered, but his expression was as cold as if he was wearing a metal mask.
“It’s really unfriendly.”
Someone sighed like this.
It was like a gust of breeze blowing from the surroundings, and a subtle halo emerged from every magic array and every rune of the Catastrophe Settling Sun. It slowly gathered like billions of fireflies, and finally merged into a condensed and standing on the
Female figures in human eyes.
A goddess.
She has an extremely delicate and irrelevant appearance, and is by no means inferior to any female god, or even surpasses most of them. Especially her hair that seems to be casually dispersed, smooth and smooth as black satin, and her black pair of black
The deep eyes made her have a charm that was different from all the women on this continent.
The goddess of magic... Edward sighed so much.
One of the oldest and most powerful gods in this plane... Although there is no ancient existence like the Creator God or the Lord of the Nine Prisons, in terms of power, this master of the Magic Net is definitely
This world's most powerful symbol.
Why did she appear in front of her?
No, in fact, she should have appeared long ago... After all, the reason why Pan Duorion's power was able to block the main material plane was the ability to control the magic net. For such a huge change, it was concretely transformed by the magic net.
How could Mithra be unaware of it?
Therefore, her purpose seems to be particularly important.
"Edward, right?" The goddess's black eyes reflected the expression of a psychic warlock, and she smiled softly. She omitted the boring shabbyness, but her eyes were moving up and down the human body, as if she wanted to see him completely:
"It seems that you are really cautious, but if it's because of my relationship, then relax. I'm not here to learn from that little guy Lansendall to fight you. I'm just listening to my friends
It’s very interesting to talk about you, so I just want to come and see it.”
"Oh, that's really... a mortal like me. I thought the respected magic goddess Her Majesty would carefully outline her circle of friends." The psychic smirk laughed.
However, it was obvious that the goddess's sarcasm was not at all concerned about him:
"Your Majesty Spider Queen and I are friends, right? You know. Even the most annoying person will have one or two friends... What's more, our little Ai Luoshi is so cute
What about? Ah, by the way, don't be fooled by her fierce appearance. In fact, she is very lonely... OK OK. I won't say it, in short, it's all about Edward, I know a little about you
Some, so I want to help you.”
"Help me? Or help yourself?"
Edward sneered.
He will not be deceived by the other party's appearance and actions. Mithra, the goddess of magic, the controller of magic net. If she said that she would tolerate an existence that can also control magic net, and may even be more direct and powerful than her... No matter what, she...
How many people are willing to believe this kind of thing? But Edward is absolutely impossible to believe it unless one day Cartzejek recovers to become a living soul-eating monster and eats his head.
"All of them." A charming smile appeared on Mithra's face: "Okay, you don't seem to like going around in circles, but I don't like it either." She smiled and said, "I'll just say it."
Her eyes were in the hands of the psychic warlock, and she paused slightly on the silver staff, and she slowly spoke word by word.
"Can you give me that royal power?"
A moment of silence.
On the bridge of the Cannibal Sun, the air surrounded by magic shield suddenly rotated, and in an instant, it was already whistling like a storm, becoming more and more exciting! In front of Edward and the Magic Goddess, a small piece of space with its eyes facing each other, as if
Twist and tear in the positive light...
The change of the crack flows out like liquid... floating in the air, the hazy light seems to be refracted by a layer of slight mist, and everything seems to be wandering like a dream, not real.
“There is nothing in this world that cannot be abandoned.”
Edward spoke.
With his voice, the twisted space, the storm and the mist, had disappeared in an instant. He raised his head, and the smile in the hood seemed particularly sincere: "But the premise is that there is something better, replace it
, is it? Her Majesty the Goddess?"
"Ah, that's right." The Magic Goddess nodded: "But you stumped me... Now, I really can't take out anything, I can exchange it with you...power or something,
I don’t seem to be able to compare with you now, and I heard that you don’t like to be a god… Oh, by the way!”
The smile on her face expanded, full of strange charm: "If you like girls, I will give me to you, how about it?"
Give me to you...
The meaning of this sentence usually appears to be self-evident if it is spoken by a lady.
Edward's eyes narrowed slightly.
The silver-white long skirt worn by Her Majesty this goddess, but the large V-shaped neckline that was too low seemed to be used to show her proud ravines. Facing Edward's gaze, the goddess was also
With a straight chest, the plump chest swayed gently with breathing, swaying mature charm. The slit under the skirt is almost the same as the armpits. The slender legs are straight and exquisite, exuding a long-standing love-tested
Strong temptation.
That's right, it's been tried and tested.
In those legends that have been circulated throughout the continent, the goddess of magic has an official orthodox husband... Azus, the god of wizards, who was particularly promoted from the gods. But in order to gain more reliable voters, she also incarnated into the earth, and
Another mortal gave birth to seven daughters, and even had many descendants, and had extraordinary relationships with many of his own male voters. Among many secret jokes about the mage, the goddess was loyal to her.
Rewards and grace are the same as the spring breeze.
Of course, these legends will be mixed with some exaggerated elements, but even if they are cut in half and halved, many of them still have a certain degree of credibility. The gods' almost infinite long life and merciful personality make this person
The Magic Goddess is comparable to the Goddess of Pleasure in some respects - if Rose is called ** in legend, most of which are also maliciously rendered by humans... Then this Magic Goddess is real
People can do their best.
Well, it is not correct to say that people can do their best. At least you have to get her favor. You must have some special capital, for example, you are handsome enough, pious enough, or have other special charms.
It is said that just like a great sage, you should be stronger and stronger, you can still see countless girls in your thirty years old, or you should be as powerful as a leader, and you should be as focused as a young man as a miserable green?
Unfortunately, the psychic warlock obviously does not have anything.
If possible, Edward wouldn't mind having a little bit of interaction with a romantic woman... But is this kind of existence really OK? (To be continued...)