Fang Xiaoyu's expression became even weirder, and she quickly turned her head away, fearing that Frigga would see something.
Among the people present, she was the only one who knew that Wan Lei was the son Frigga said, but she had no intention of telling it.
Whether she admits it or not depends on Wan Lei herself. She cannot make the decision for Wan Lei.
At this time, on the battlefield in the sky, the battle between Wan Lei and Geer had already reached its most intense level.
At the beginning, the two of them were relatively restrained, going back and forth and picking off each other's tricks. But later on, unable to defeat the enemy, the two became angry and their attacks became unorganized.
Nowadays, the fights are basically exchanging injuries for injuries, completely ignoring defense, and frantically trying to kill the opponent.
Both of them are extremely strong people. In the current moral plane, it is not an exaggeration to call them the strongest.
Their fight, every attack, caused the space to be broken and the rules to be chaotic. When people looked up, everything in the sky was twisted and chaotic. If people with weak cultivation came to their battlefield, the twisted rules and
Space can crush it.
Wan Lei's defense is strong, and most of the damage caused by the God-killing Sword on his body is offset by the armor and dharma body. Even if he is injured occasionally, the wood thunder in his body can heal quickly.
The same is true for Geer.
Although his defensive power is not as extraordinary as Wan Lei's, as long as he is still holding the God-killing Sword in his hand, it can heal his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye and continuously provide him with strength.
boom!!!
The two struck hard again, and then both retreated, neither of them able to do anything to the other.
Gal's face, as pale as a floating corpse, became even whiter, looking terrifying and sinister. He looked at the man in armor in front of him and grinned, revealing his big yellowed fangs.
"Who are you? Why can't even the God-killing Sword kill you?"
"Because I am not a god, I am an immortal."
"Fairy?"
Geer had obviously never heard of this word. Even a few days ago, he was a mortal without any divine power.
When his daughter was about to die, he begged the gods to save his daughter, but no one in the sky came to help him. In the end, he picked up the God-killing Sword and became the God-Slayer, vowing to kill all the gods.
But before he could take action, Laufei came to his door. Laufei told him that he alone was weak and could not kill all the gods. Only by cooperating with Laufei and invading the army could he kill all the gods.
Laufei told him that no god could stop his sword, and if they cooperate with Laufei, no one in the world would be their opponent.
Geer believed it.
If Laufei was still alive, Geer would definitely grab him by the neck and say, I believe you, you are such a bad old man.
Doesn’t it say that the God-killing Sword is unstoppable? Doesn’t it say that it can destroy all gods?
What's going on with the person in front of me?
"I don't know what a fairy is, but you are very strong."
Geer twisted his neck, the fighting spirit in his eyes undiminished.
"I am indeed very strong, but you are too weak. Your strength comes entirely from the God-killing Sword. Without it, I could crush you to death with just one finger."
"Haha... No matter how the power comes from, as long as you have the power, it is enough, right?"
"Of course not, you can't hold this sword forever. When you don't hold it, you are extremely weak.
Speaking of which, this sword is really a good thing. It can allow a mortal to immediately have the combat power of the Golden Fairyland, the pinnacle of the fairyland. It is almost the strongest among saints. This is not something that ordinary artifacts can do.
This is not something that a saint can refine. It should be regarded as an innate spiritual treasure.
Just like the innate spiritual treasures the Wheel of Morality and the Nest of Sins that were nurtured by the Moral Plane back then, after losing these two, the Moral Plane derived this god-killing sword in order to check and balance the newly born gods.
It’s really awesome.”
"..."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
Geer was confused. He was just a mortal, how could he understand the words in Wan Lei's mouth.
"I mean, I happen to be short of an artifact-level weapon for combat. This sword is very good..."
Wan Lei licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of greed,
"I want it."
"Hmph, that's ridiculous. You have to defeat me first."
Geer's eyes were full of ridicule.
"It's actually very simple to defeat you. After fighting for so long, I've had enough fun. It's time to get rid of you."
"Oh? Why do you have that? After beating me all day and all night, you couldn't do anything to me..."
"Just because..."
Wan Lei suddenly rushed in front of Geer, his tone became cold, and he whispered,
"I am the God of Thunder in this world!" Geer suddenly raised his head and looked at Wan Lei in surprise.
And Wan Lei has begun to guide the origin of thunder in this universe.
"This is the moral plane, I am originally from this world...
The Supreme God of Thunder!"
"Natural thunder, rise!"
Wan Lei's body was surrounded by a natural thunder.
This is the natural thunder coming from the moral plane, not the thunder inside him.
"Thunder of Cultivation, rise!"
"Gengjin Divine Thunder!"
"Otuki Divine Thunder!"
"Kui Shui Divine Thunder!"
"Bing Fire God Thunder!"
"Xu Tu Shen Lei!"
"Thunder of Heaven!"
Eight thunderbolts all appeared from the void and came to Wan Lei's side, surrounding and rotating.
Geer was forced to retreat continuously.
At this time, Wan Lei, regardless of his own cultivation level, these eight thunders alone have restored him to the strength he had before time travel.
The God of Thunder at that time also used these eight rays of original thunder to light up the runes on the eight rays of Thor's hammer, and became the first person under Odin in terms of combat power.
"If your ability is limited to this, I'm afraid it's not enough to kill me."
Geer just held the God-killing Sword in his hand and pointed at Wan Lei.
"Really, then you should be optimistic."
Wan Lei smiled slightly, and the thunder hammer in his hand turned into thunder, and together with the other eight thunders, surrounded his side.
In his previous life, when he was at his strongest, he only had eight thunderbolts, and the last thunder of origin could not be found no matter what.
The reason is simply that Gouzi was taken to the Thunderwind Realm.
Now, he has returned to the moral plane, regrouped the eight thunders of the past, and coupled with the thunder of origin that originally belonged here, he finally gained the complete authority of the God of Thunder.
The Supreme God of Thunder!
The God who transcends all!
Thousands of thunders looked up to the sky and roared, and nine thunderbolts entered his body in an instant and turned into nine runes.
He no longer needs Thor's hammer to carry the runes, he is the God of Thunder himself and can carry all the thunder.
Wan Lei opened his eyes, and the eyes on his faceplate were flashing with thunder.
He raised his hand, and a bolt of thunder with a great and supreme aura appeared from his hand.