"Femont, I think you should know what this means, right?"
Boyd asked in a creepy voice.
Although his volume was not loud, it was able to be heard clearly by everyone in the entire Eagle City who was pulled into another dimension.
The other three Hands of God looked at the slightly embarrassed Griffith with expectant eyes, as well as the handsome face twisted with anger.
There is no doubt that the creation of "Etch" stems from the resonance caused by a certain strong desire.
What triggers this longing may be the desire for life, the unwillingness in the heart, or even unsatisfied desires.
In short, as long as there is still nostalgia for the material world and there are people and things that you care about, you can perform a second sacrifice whether it is an apostle or the hand of God.
Although this kind of sacrifice may not be as spectacular as the first sacrifice, on a human level it is the last and crucial step towards the dark side.
Especially the Hand of God, when it completely cuts off its connection with the real world and no longer has any concerns, it will completely merge with the evil thoughts in the abyss.
Therefore, the Hands of God before Boyd did not mysteriously disappear, or were killed by the Skeleton Knight, but became part of the God of the Abyss.
Otherwise, if the Skeleton Knight really had the power to kill God's Hand, he wouldn't have made several sneak attacks in vain.
The reason why Boyd can survive to this day is also thanks to the grudges between him and the Skeleton Knight.
To put it bluntly, he has not cut off his connection with the material world, and still has the slightest concern.
But now, Griffith, the Hand of God who was born last, actually took the lead in launching the second sacrifice because his ambitions and dreams were shattered.
Such an outrageous situation has never been seen by Boyd since he became the Hand of God, and it does not conform to the law of cause and effect given to him by the God of the Abyss.
It was as if an invisible hand had messed up the original web of fate.
Right now, everything is running wildly in the direction of losing control and going berserk.
"Give me power! More powerful power! Power enough to defeat all enemies! For this I am willing to sacrifice the entire Eagle City!"
Griffith's eyes revealed a chilling depth.
At this moment, he no longer had the purity and holiness he pretended to have before, but instead exuded sin that even a three-year-old child could feel.
There is no doubt that the carefully created "Light Eagle" is dead, and now only "Dark Wing" Femont is left, an extremely willful and selfish demon king.
"Very good! Now I declare the sacrifice begins!"
As Boyd raised his bony hand and stamped a brand symbolizing sacrifice on the Eagle City and all the survivors inside, a horrific massacre finally began.
The apostles who had been summoned before and still kept watching almost immediately rushed into the city full of corpses and ruins and killed everyone indiscriminately, accompanied by rape and cannibalism.
In just a few minutes, this beacon of hope was completely reduced to a slaughterhouse of despair.
Even the Kusha Empire soldiers who rushed in were slaughtered.
Although the Monster Legion tried its best to resist, they were still too weak compared to the apostles with various shapes and abilities, and a large number of casualties soon occurred.
As for the largest number of ordinary soldiers, they had long been frightened by this horrific scene and fled around like headless flies. Some even got into the building to save their lives by hiding.
Unfortunately, all this is in vain.
Because the apostle can feel the mark on the sacrifice, and Gus can be said to have a deep understanding of this, there is no point in hiding it.
Under the destruction and ravage of countless apostles, the magnificent buildings and walls of the entire Eagle City collapsed one after another. The people living inside no longer prayed or praised the Eagle of Light, but began to curse him and spurn him.
From this moment on, Griffith's dream and ambition to sacrifice the entire Eagle Order were completely shattered.
He can no longer have a country of his own, nor can he play the role of savior.
The anger, resentment, malice and twisted emotions emanating from the depths of the soul began to spread around like a plague.
When the entire Eagle City was completely razed to the ground, the node in Griffith's heart that was connected to the God of the Abyss suddenly began to expand rapidly, swallowing the whole person directly.
Then his human form began to be torn apart and reorganized by some powerful force, eventually forming a huge black eagle with wings that covered the sky and the sun.
It's just that this eagle's wings don't have any feathers, but bat-like wing membranes. The beak on its head is huge and sharp, taking on the shape of a barb like the original helmet.
At this moment, Griffith seemed to have lost himself. All the intense emotions just now disappeared completely in just a few seconds. His eyes looked down at the other four hands of gods like gods.
All the apostles within.
The next second...
He suddenly began to flap his wings and stir up a fierce gust of wind.
Before anyone else could realize what this was about, the huge thundercloud transformed by the Terror Emperor began to be unable to maintain its existence and was constantly being pulled by the strong wind.
After repeating it several times, the Terror Emperor realized that he would definitely be blown away if he continued like this, so he immediately returned to his human form without even thinking about it.
But what he never expected was that at the moment he turned back to human form, Griffith's huge black wings smashed down directly, directly crushing him and all the nearby troops of the Kuxia Empire.
below.
Later, when the wings were raised, these troops had already turned into meat paste stuck under the wings, forming an unforgettable bloody scene.
Especially when the Black Eagle soared into the sky, stumps, broken arms, minced meat, plasma, bones and internal organs fell like raindrops, with only the dying Terror Emperor being held in the eagle's beak.
"No...this is impossible! How could I fail!"
The Terror Emperor was obviously greatly stimulated, and he began to speak incoherently as if he was going crazy.
If the Griffith before made him feel irresistible and invincible, then the Griffith now was like a superior god, reminding him of the huge evil idea he faced when he sacrificed himself.
This rich aura from the God of the Abyss directly imprisoned all his power as an apostle.
Now he is like fish on the chopping board. No matter how strong the sense of resistance is in his heart, it cannot assist actual actions.
despair!
Deep despair!
For the first time, he clearly realized the unbridgeable gap between the hand of God and the apostles.
Moreover, all his troops were killed by the attack just now, and there was not even a single survivor.
To be precise, it was Griffith himself who razed the last remaining traces of the Eagle City.
"Hahahaha! Interesting! This is so interesting! I smell the fragrance from the dark side of human nature. Such souls are the most delicious."
Hansel opened his arms in excitement and burst into laughter.
You must know that none of the souls that died just now successfully entered the nether world, but were all swallowed by him.
At the moment, this evil god-like power is looking at the hands of gods, including Griffith, with hungry eyes.
Obviously, for Hansel, the souls of ordinary people and apostles can only be regarded as appetizers at best, while the souls of the Hand of God are an out-and-out feast.
"rude!"
Griffith, who transformed into a huge black hawk, obviously felt threatened, and without saying a word, he swung his sky-shielding wings and smashed it down.
Hundreds of apostles did not expect that the Hand of God would attack them, and were beaten to a pulp on the spot.
But Hansel just raised one hand and easily propped up the heavy black wings.
The next second...
Mordred arrived later and slashed the black wings with his brilliant sword, releasing a dazzling red electric light.
boom!!!!!!!!!
A pillar of light of destruction instantly rose over the entire Eagle Capital ruins.
Not only that!
Under this blow, even the alien space formed by the surrounding "Eclipse" began to shatter, and the energy from the netherworld quickly poured in and began to merge with the material world.
When the bright light and the dust dissipated, you could clearly see that a deep pit with a length of more than a thousand meters had been formed at the original location of the Eagle Capital. A terrifying crack spread along the edge of the pit to all sides.
Hot magma bursts out from deep underground, releasing a deafening roar.
Along with the crustal movement caused by the magma eruption, the vibrations can be clearly felt for hundreds of kilometers.
In addition, the volcanic ash and dust falling from above completely obscured the sky, and even the sun was left with only a dim outline.
On the battlefield at this moment, except for a few survivors such as Gus and Casca, there are basically no traces of human existence.
Not to mention humans, even the apostles suffered heavy casualties in this violent impact and fled in all directions.
"Is this... is this the war of the devil?"
The young knight guarding Princess Sharut was kneeling on the ground, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
This is not because of the fear of death, but simply because he is aware of his own patheticness and insignificance, and also sees the power of real gods and demons.
However, Princess Sharut on the side was obviously unable to answer any questions at this moment.
To be precise, the pupils of her eyes had lost focus, and she looked like a soulless walking zombie, unresponsive to all external stimuli.
Casca squatted on the ground holding her head and kept screaming, as if she was back to the time when she was violated by Griffith during the last sacrifice.
Although Guts really wanted to join the fight and kill Griffith who had turned into a black eagle, he finally held back and waited by Casca's side to kill every apostle who dared to come close.
As a mature man who has experienced countless pain and suffering, Gus knows that protection is far more important than revenge.
Only by cherishing the present and cherishing the people who are most important to you will you not be immersed in regret forever.
In contrast, the battle between Hansel and Mordred against the Hands of the Five Gods was much more intense.
Especially when the space of "Eclipse" is broken, the nether world and the material world begin to converge at this point, and the mountains of blood and corpses of countless mortals and apostles are absorbed and twisted into a towering giant tree.
If you get closer, you can even hear the screams of the fragments of consciousness and souls left on the corpses of the apostles.
"It's so enjoyable! This is the fight I want! But it's not enough! Come on! Let's make this fight more intense!"
Mordred was obviously crazy at this moment, his whole body was covered in amazing magical armor, and every attack must be the full release of the Noble Phantasm.
Under her fierce attack regardless of the cost, a large area around the Eagle City as the center completely turned into a burning hell.
Some strange-looking lava monsters began to rise from the ground.
Obviously, they are all elemental beings born under the influence of the magic power released by Mordred and the energy from the netherworld.
These newly born elemental beings obviously have no self-awareness, and they have also inherited the violent characteristics of magma. They begin to attack all other creatures that are close to them regardless of friend or foe.
Whether they are humans, apostles, or modified soldiers from the Kingdom of Midland, they all have to deal with these endless magma monsters.
"Hand of God! The agent of the will of the world! Let me see what you are capable of today!"
Hansel suddenly transformed into a huge spiritual form, continuously releasing divine power to squeeze the space of the five gods' hands.
Especially Griffith, who seems to be the most powerful at present, his pair of black wings that cover the sky are already covered with large and small cracks.
Although he never stopped activating the law of cause and effect to repair his injuries, that was all.
Because the law of cause and effect created by the God of the Abyss is a type of divine power, Hansel's quasi-divine power is also a type of divine power. There is no superiority between the two, but the fields they are good at are different.
Therefore, those protections that can make God's Hand immune to all attacks have no effect at all against the latter's god-like power.
And except for Griffith, the other four God's Hands do not have entities, and they exist in a form similar to spirit and soul.
This also means that Hansel's power has a strong restraint on them.
In less than ten minutes, the four Hands of God began to retreat steadily, and they could only rely on the power given to them by the God of the Abyss to barely resist.
Only Griffith, who had sacrificed everything, still kept the huge abyss node in his heart expanding, colliding and confronting Hansel again and again.
The Noble Phantasm released by Mordred has even begun to be unable to cause any decent damage to it, and can only barely cause some interference.
"Haha, my lovely little sister, your attack seems to be ineffective. Why don't you come to my sister's place? I can teach you the joy of being a woman."
Yucca, the only female in the Hand of God, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, teasing the dutiful British son with a smile.
As a "whore in the sea of fetus" that symbolizes desire, degradation and pleasure, she can keenly realize that Mordred is still a virgin and has not even had any love between a man and a woman.
This flawless purity made her want to tarnish it.
But Yucca obviously doesn't know that Mordred has a taboo, that is, he can't stand being treated as a woman.
Because she felt that the reason why "father" Artoria was unwilling to admit her identity was because she was a daughter.
So if anyone makes a fuss about her identity as a woman, it's basically the same as poking a hornet's nest with a stick.
"Go to hell! You shameless bitch!"
The rebellious character and the philosophy of supremacy of violence instantly caused Mordred to go berserk, exuding a cursed and violent aura like a berserker.
Without even a second's hesitation, she pounced directly on Yucca and launched a violent attack like a storm.
Obviously, in the Holy Grail War, besides Saber, the most suitable class for her is Berserker.
After all, Mordred didn't like to think much in the first place, and his personality was very awkward and difficult to get along with. On the contrary, after completely losing his mind and going crazy, Mordred became a powerful fighting force and helper.
So when making her heroic spirit into a follower, Little Anne specially added two classes at the same time.
When Xiao Mo is angered by the enemy, she will transform into a brave and fearless berserker and fight against the opponent until death.
"Damn it! Why is this guy so crazy all of a sudden?"
Yuclan hurriedly flashed in the air, avoiding the sharp blade and magical release of the Brilliant King Sword.
Especially every time Xiao Mo shouted "rebellion against my gorgeous father", her heart would tremble involuntarily.
Because even she doesn't dare to easily resist such an energy impact that can tear apart space.
In particular, the red electric light also contains some kind of terrible curse. Once it is contaminated, it will be plagued with bad luck in the following time.
"Hehehehe! You've made the enemy crazy! Run! Otherwise, you will die!"
Ubik opened his mouth and let out a burst of unexplained sneers. He didn't care about the life and death of his companions, but kept wandering around and creating a dreamy scene that revealed weirdness.
No one knows what the purpose of these influences is, but whenever Hansel wants to deal with a certain hand of God, he will involuntarily pause for a moment.
And this moment is the boundary between life and death.
It has to be said that although the Hands of God's attack power is seriously insufficient, their defense power and self-protection ability are extremely strong.
Even a quasi-divine power like Hansel, who could kill the incarnation of a weak divine power, could not do anything to them for a while.
"Hey! With the most powerful brain over there, are you just going to be passively beaten and defended?" Hansel stared at Boyd, the eldest Hand of God, and mocked.
Because Boyd suffered inhumane torture before being sacrificed, his brain was completely exposed with almost no cover, looking like a mushroom-shaped afro.
If ordinary people heard this kind of irony about their own shortcomings, they might not immediately fall into rage.
But Boyd didn't have any mood swings, and still continued to release space barriers to interfere and hinder Hansel.
Judging from his actions, he seemed to be protecting the towering tree that was still growing vigorously.
"Arrogant outsiders! God's dignity cannot be offended!"
Griffith's voice was as cold, dark and profound as the abyss from the deepest part of the nether world. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the Terror Emperor who had only one last breath left, and then flew straight to the crown of the giant tree.
.
The moment his shadow covering the sky fell, the originally gray sun above his head was completely blocked by a huge black ring, forming a terrifying and spectacular scene like a solar eclipse.
Especially the pair of outstretched wings seem to indicate that the world will eventually succumb to the will of the God of the Abyss.
The title of "Dark Wings" Femont is indeed not chosen casually, but is a signal sent to everyone through the law of cause and effect.
Just when the black eagle was about to merge with the giant tree, a sword emitting blue light suddenly split the space, and then the skeleton knight holding the water-calling sword rushed out from the nether world at lightning speed.
He came closer and slashed Griffith's head.
Obviously, he had endured it for so long, watching thousands of ordinary people die in this war between demons, just to wait for the best time to take action.
You must know that as a soul attached to a metal skeleton, the Skeleton Knight, like the Hand of God, cannot stay in the material world for a long time. It is usually hidden in the nether world, and only briefly travels between the two worlds when necessary.
Now he wanted to concentrate all the anger, resentment, and unwillingness he had accumulated for thousands of years into this blow, and become the first person to kill the Demon God.
Yes, in the eyes of the Skeleton Knight, the Hand of God can already be regarded as a demon.
As for the God of the Abyss behind them, it is not something that anyone can destroy.
Facing the menacing old enemy, Griffith didn't even have the slightest intention to dodge, and his two deep eyes even revealed contempt, disdain and ridicule.
In a blink of an eye!
The water-calling sword forged by countless Behelites struck directly at the eagle's neck.
Just when the Skeleton Knight thought he had succeeded, a force that made him feel palpitating suddenly transferred the damage from the sword to the tree crown below.
boom!!!!!!!
Accompanied by the deafening loud noise and the eruption of energy from the Netherworld, this twisted tree made of corpses and flesh finally completed its mission, completely connecting the Netherworld and the real world.
Countless creatures that originally existed only in myths and legends quickly emerged from the passage and dispersed around the world at an incredible speed.
unicorn!
Flying dragon!
Goblin!
giant!
…
It was as if the real world turned into a fantasy world overnight.
But that’s not the most terrible thing!
The most terrible thing is that as this channel is penetrated, the crazy influx of energy from the netherworld directly turns the originally low-demon world into a medium-demon or even high-demon world.
Because this time and space is a typical isolation between spirit and matter.
The spiritual world is the abyss, the source of everything.
It acts on the material world through the refraction of the netherworld, just like the moonlight refracting through the water into people's eyes.
Therefore, spirit is a pure abstract concept. The deeper into the abyss of the spiritual world, the fewer material components there are, and the purer the abstract concept becomes.
The closer you are to the material world, the smaller the role of the spirit.
The nether world is the part between spirit and matter.
A long time ago, probably due to evil thoughts, before the God of the Abyss was born, the spiritual world, the nether world and the material world were relatively harmonious and unified.
Witches and fairies use the energy of the underworld to manipulate matter to create brilliant and diverse magic. Many legendary creatures can also appear in the material world and leave behind myths and legends from ancient times.
But later, with the birth of evil thoughts, it used the power of God's hand to seal and isolate the connection between the material world and the netherworld.
This directly caused the magic power in the real world to begin to decline and die out significantly. The number of witches and goblins also became smaller and smaller, becoming more and more rare, and their power was far less powerful than before.
This isolation also caused the original magical civilization to begin to decline, and the world entered the dark, turbulent, and ignorant Middle Ages.
People gradually forgot that they had relied on magical power to have enough food and clothing, and there was no such thing as a frigid life. They began to seek answers and God's help in pain, struggle, and despair.
This directly caused the power of the God of the Abyss to become more and more powerful, and even began to squeeze the middle zone of the Netherworld, causing the concentration of the energy in the Netherworld to become higher and higher.
Now when the two worlds are opened up again, all this energy pours into the real world.
This will directly cause all the technologies accumulated and developed by mankind during the Dark Middle Ages to be violently impacted.
After all, primitive gunpowder weapons are definitely not as effective as magic in the face of terrifying monsters like flying dragons and giants.
And this change will kill the natural science that has been nurtured for thousands of years and is about to be born.
Not only that!
The influx of energy from the underworld will also allow the spiritual power from the abyss to have a greater influence on the material world.
Especially those unspeakably huge evil thoughts from the abyss, which will cause permanent changes to everyone who touches or even uses its power.
"Stupid protester!
Do you think you can resist fate?
No, in fact, all your struggles have already become part of your destiny.
You are just a pathetic loser, a bug stuck in the web of fate."
Griffith stood at the top of the World Tree, mocking the Skeleton Knight for his overestimation.
He did not launch any attack, but used the most vicious words to stimulate the opponent's angry soul that had not cooled down for thousands of years.
"I...what have I done?"
The Skeleton Knight obviously realized how much trouble he had caused, and the two cold lights in his eyes flashed violently to show the unrest in his master's heart.
How can you be calm?
This blow was the closest he came to killing the hand of God.
But what’s the result?
The opponent actually instantly transferred the damage from the water-calling sword to the giant tree at his feet.
The power to reverse the law of cause and effect was a barrier that he could not understand, let alone break through, even after studying it for more than a thousand years.
Just when everyone was shocked by this sudden change, a figure suddenly fell from the clouds and rushed straight into the entrance of the nether world, spreading his arms and letting out an extremely unrestrained laugh.
"Pinch hahaha! It's opened! It's finally opened! I declare that from now on, this time and space belongs to me."
"who?!"
Boyd was obviously startled by the sudden appearance of the figure.
Because that terrifying power is as powerful as the God of the Abyss and the evil thoughts!
No!
Probably much more powerful than that!
Soon, the hands of the five gods and the surviving humans and apostles on the ground saw a girl with a backpack and a stuffed bear hanging on her waist, holding a blank card high above her head.
The next second...
The planeswalker spark on her chest began to flicker violently, and then the energy from the entire Netherworld and even the abyss began to surge in like a mountain and a tsunami, until the card appeared with patterns and words.
Before everyone could recover from the shock, the card disappeared completely, and then an indescribable mystery emanated from the girl's body and continued to spread around, anyone who was touched by this breath
It will produce a very wonderful feeling.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Congratulations, little master. Your power has become stronger again."
Anastasia, who had been hiding in the dark and silently observing everything, finally appeared, with a happy smile on her face and bent down and bowed.
"No! This is not enough! The will of this world has not surrendered to me yet!"
After completing the creation of the land card and activating it, little Annie turned her attention to the five God's Hands present.
"Dear sister, as long as you give me a little more time, I promise to take them all down."
Hansel quickly stood up and gave his assurance.
He obviously didn't want little Annie to intervene in this battle, and he didn't want the other party to use the power of the planeswalker's spark to make all five God's Hands into cards. In that case, all his delicious meals would be gone.
"Stupid brother, I don't have time to wait for you to take them down."
Having said that, little Annie ignored Hansel's stinky face and rushed forward with the enhanced version of the Warlock King's scepter.
The taciturn Conrad had no time to react. He was hit by this artifact on the spot. His fat body was directly sucked in by the [Titanium Crystal] on the top of the scepter, leaving only a picture full of horror and astonishment.
and a face of disbelief.
Obviously, this artifact, which could originally banish a god at random, has now become a treasure that can imprison a god.
However, this kind of imprisonment is not permanent, but a short-term imprisonment ranging from a few hours to a few days depending on the level of divine power.
Moreover, during the imprisonment process, the user of the artifact cannot cause even a little bit of damage to it.
"Damn it!"
Realizing what his sister wanted to do, he immediately rushed towards Boyd, the "most powerful brain" in a hurry, intending to take down the hand of God whose soul exuded the most alluring aura.
But at this critical moment, Griffith suddenly spread his wings to wrap himself up again.
Seeing this, the other four Hands of God seemed to understand something, and teleported to the side one after another, and then merged into the huge black shadow.
thump!
thump!
thump!
As the last God's Hand penetrated into it, a huge heartbeat came from inside.
This heartbeat sound seemed to have some kind of magic power. When it made the sound, except for the two divine powers, Little Annie and Hansel, the hearts of everyone else in the room began to beat together.
Finally, when the black wing membrane disappeared, a huge heart with eyes appeared out of thin air in everyone's sight.
The crack that was originally supposed to be connected to the blood vessels was constantly spurting out pure spiritual energy, and there was a chain like a genetic double helix underneath that connected the nether world and even the abyss.
In just a few seconds, the spiritual energy it sprayed formed a whirlpool-like ocean around it.
Behelet, which is extremely rare in the material world, is now like a drop of water contained endlessly in the ocean of spirit and thoughts.
This scene obviously shocked everyone!
The apostles, including Zod, felt as if they had seen gods, kneeling on the ground with all their bodies prostrated, not even daring to raise their heads.
"What the... what the fuck is this?"
Gus felt that the brand behind him was as hot as fire, and the intense pain was almost beyond what his nerves could bear.
But fortunately, the power of the elector ensured that he did not lose consciousness because of this, and could only help but let out a low roar of pain.
"Are you the God of the Abyss? The evil idea formed by the projection of all humans in this world?"
Little Annie touched her chin and asked with interest.
"Yes, that's me."
The God of the Abyss answered in the affirmative without thinking.
"Will you surrender to me?"
Little Annie raised her chin slightly and continued to ask.
The evil thoughts stared at the girl in front of him with thousands of eyes, and it took more than ten seconds before he replied: "No, I will not surrender to you, because your thoughts and ideas are not consistent with mine.
Now I ask you to take your people and leave my world, otherwise I will begin to mobilize the power of the entire world to destroy you."
"Ha! You think you can kill me?"
Little Annie suddenly released her huge magical energy like a vast sea of stars.
As a quasi-god born from magic and mystery, she is born with potential and advantages that ordinary gods and quasi-gods can never reach.
Even Midnight, the third-generation magic goddess of Faerûn, praised this child for having a great future.
It can even be said that among all the descendants of Zuo Si who have been born so far, little Annie is the most powerful one. Even the Prince of Darkness, Graya, could only barely keep up with her without being pushed too far away.
"This has nothing to do with whether I can, but I have to do it." The God of the Abyss replied without any emotion.
"What's the meaning?"
Little Annie clearly noticed something was wrong, and her two little eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
"Literally. Even if the world is destroyed because of this, I must do this. Because that is the reason, the meaning of my existence."
As the last word blurted out, the God of the Abyss suddenly condensed the spewing spiritual energy into a whip, and whipped it towards Little Annie, Hansel, Mordred and Anastasia with a snap.
Among them, Little Annie and Hansel were able to block it easily, but the latter two were in dire straits.
They have not reached the level of divine power, so they have no power to fight back when facing gods of this level of world will.
Anastasia was hit from mid-air to the ground with a huge force on the spot, and dark red blood spurted out from her mouth with a whoosh.
Mordred was even worse. A large piece of his armor was dented on the spot, and he was hit like a meteorite in the crater. His life and death are unknown.
With just one blow, the God of the Abyss showed his true potential as the will of the world.
"Sister, I think we are in big trouble this time."
Hansel raised the cane he had been carrying since he was born, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
Little Annie rolled her eyes angrily: "What do you need to say? It seems that this guy is not the kind of world will that aims to protect the existence of time and space that I encountered when I arrived at the source, but another completely different kind.
The will of the world. It’s not easy to make it surrender.”
"yield?
Stop making trouble!
My good sister, didn't you hear what it just said?
Even if this world is destroyed, it will not stop attacking us.
So now you're wasting your time and energy."
Hansel complained crazily while waving his cane to resist the attack launched by the God of the Abyss.
Especially the mental impact of waves of evil thoughts, anyone who is a little careless will inevitably be affected.
Although this effect is minimal, it only produces an illusion for a few tenths of a second, but even this is a big loophole, and it is easy to seize the opportunity and get hit twice.
"Hmph! How do you know if you don't try? And if we can't do it, it doesn't mean that people in this world can't do it."
As she spoke, little Annie suddenly turned her head and stared at Gus not far away.
From the very beginning of the battle, she had noticed that the man holding the giant sword possessed an astonishing soul power that ordinary mortals could not possess, and that he had condensed the spirit and hope of mankind around the world to resist fate.
If anyone can defeat evil thoughts on a spiritual level, it's this man.
So after a brief thought, the girl directly activated divine-like magic to instantly teleport Gus from Casca's side, and then a thick stack of planeswalker cards suddenly appeared in her palm.
The moment these cards were activated, countless beams of light directly enveloped Gus.
Strengthened!
Agility enhancement!
Strengthen your physique!
Perception enhancement!
Intelligence enhancement!
Strengthen your charm!
Armor enchantment!
Weapon enchantment!
Magical power strengthened!
Physical attack enhancement!
Granted divine power!
Immunity to mental attacks!
In just a few seconds, Gus felt as if he had suddenly transformed from a mortal into an omnipotent god of war.
Just an ordinary swing of the sword blocked the attack from the God of the Abyss.
What's going on?
what happened?
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were shining with dazzling light, and the giant sword that glowed with violet light, and his whole person felt a strong sense of unreality.
Before the giant sword man could figure it out, little Annie pushed him hard from behind, waving her little fist and encouraging: "Come on! Go up and overthrow this god who is toying with the destiny of mankind! As long as you defeat it,
You and all mankind will be completely free!"
"I?!"
Gus was obviously still a little confused, and he raised his finger and pointed at his nose.
"That's right!
That’s you!
Your most hated enemy, Griffith, is inside that huge heart.
Defeating this god will kill him.
What are you waiting for?
Do it quickly!
Otherwise your world will be completely over."
Little Annie kept urging while blocking the attack launched by the God of the Abyss.
Since Zuo Si did not give Gus any unique power, the girl did not realize that this man was the chosen one of her "old father". Instead, she thought that the man was the son of destiny who carried the last hope of the world.
"GRIFFITHS!!!!"
This familiar name instantly aroused the anger and fighting spirit in Gus's heart. Finally, he no longer hesitated or hesitated, but rushed towards evil thoughts like an indomitable warrior.
His joining seemed to inspire the Skeleton Knight on the side, who also began to mobilize his war horse to find an angle to use the water-calling sword to open a hole in the huge heart.
But the Skeleton Knight obviously thought too much.
The reason why the Water Calling Sword can cut through space is because it uses a large amount of Behelite, and the God of the Abyss is the source of these Behelite.
Even if you think about it, you will know what the result will be if you use the power of the God of the Abyss to attack the God of the Abyss.