Arad's crooked savior

The Chaos Apostle was severely injured, with violent energy fluctuations, a sluggish momentum, and horrific wounds all over his body. Even though the Apostle's vitality was amazing and he had fused and evolved once, he was still not as immortal as Kahn after all.

Ozma has absolute confidence and the corresponding strength to defeat any transcendent, but she cannot withstand the siege of "ignorant martial arts". Moreover, their cooperation is skillful and tacit, and it is obvious that they have been tempered by time and battlefield experience.

He couldn't help but recall that he and his best friend Kazan once cooperated so tacitly, and they were proud of the battlefield and invincible.

There are several Transcendents in Vetalun now, and he has lost count. His thoughts were like lightning for a moment, and Ozma sighed softly. The current world is more powerful than his own time.

The mad dragon Hess and the dragon army once left hundreds of miles of Whistling Canyon uninhabited and people thousands of miles away were terrified. The mad dragon caused chaos for decades, and once made the residents of the Perous Empire pessimistic and despairing, calling it the end of the world.

But now, the resurrected Mad Dragon has been defeated by Astra. Even if the Mad Dragon in its heyday is resurrected here, in this era of gathering of heroes and transcendence, how much waves can it create.

Ozma suddenly felt a strong sense of abandonment and loneliness in his heart. After all, he did not belong to this era, but belonged to the "past".

The demon that started a century-old holy war more than 600 years ago has now awakened again. It originally wanted to bring ultimate chaos and infinite darkness to the world, but suddenly there was a subtle feeling of dying before it started.

Could it be said that people in the past will eventually be abandoned by history? He was very unwilling to do so.

Siatt and the others couldn't care less about sympathizing with Ozma. Now there were angels in the sky, sword fairies underground, and Emperor Nian... They were surrounding them, tightly locking the terrifying Chaos Demon, and Ozma was already dying. There is no trace of "humanity" in sight.

"Ha... I really don't want it to end so soon. I admit, you are beyond expectations." Ozma, whose breath was fluctuating violently, suddenly calmed down, and the corners of his cold mouth gradually rose, as if mixed with unpredictable mockery.

If they think that they can kill themselves right here, it is purely fanciful and they look down on the "God of Chaos".

"Let you know the true chaos..."

Just when Ozma's body was covered with wounds, his demonic aura was overwhelming, he was chanting a mysterious forbidden method, and an evil and profound black magic circle emerged in the sky... The team was equally aggressive and prepared to chop off his head, but something happened suddenly. .

"What's going on? Uh..."

Among the camp that attacked the pretenders, there was a ghost swordsman with a bright red twisted left arm and a precision magic chain. The ghost sword on his arm suddenly exploded, and a bright red and violent mysterious shadow emerged from it. When it appeared, the pupils of nearby humans began to turn red, and their desire for destruction was rising crazily.

And similar situations are not only happening to him. All patients with ghost hands, no matter what their profession is, even if the sword soul of the ghost and god is strengthened with correction tools, now the ghost and god chain cannot contain the terrifying power of explosion. It opened, and bright red shadows kept emerging from it.

Before Ozma destroyed the golden city of Vetalun, it symbolized great opportunities and wealth. Anyone with ability could get ahead, so naturally many ghost swordsmen with dreams gathered there.

Especially before the Empire Arena was destroyed, ghost swordsmen with ghost hands were a profession favored by many imperial nobles, and they were recruited generously for their own use.

Almost at the same time, thousands of ghosts and gods exploded, and dense red shadows flew into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. It was very scary but also extremely spectacular.

Red shadows gathered in the sky, forming a tall and burly fighting spirit. He had unruly long hair, a sword in one hand, and a giant ax in the other. He was covered in heavy armor, his aura was extremely violent, and the destructive power surrounding him was like a world-destroying storm.

"Look, it seems to be your ancestor." Shi Ku took a moment to tease his teammate, a berserker who was in the legendary realm and suffered from severe anemia.

"That's nonsense, hurry up and give me a bottle of donkey glue blood replenishing granules..." He covered his arms and his eyes were scarlet. With the appearance of Kazan, the desire for destruction in his heart was rising. He became a demon with blood and would not stop until death!

He himself was doing better. After all, he had long been accustomed to this special state. However, those sword souls who suddenly lost the suppression of ghosts and gods were in a somewhat unstable state. They covered their arms and looked in pain. In a vague way, they seemed to see the card. Zan's violent figure was about to slash at them with his sword.

Fortunately, some clergy chanted prayers, which had the power to calm the mind and temporarily suppress the erosion of ghosts and gods.

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After that, you have to quickly create a new ghost bondage.

"Kazan, God of Destruction?!"

Siatt frowned and was slightly surprised. The bright red shadow that emerged from the ghost's hand was the number one ghost - Kazan of the Soul of the Blade.

Kazan's century-old incorruptible corpse had been burned by Ye Lin using Holy Spirit runes in the Avengers Fortress. Now the other party seemed to have used ghost hands as a medium to take the initiative to send his own fighting spirit.

"Ozma, stop it, death is enough!" Kazan shouted. He believed that his best friend would never be able to win. There were surpasses everywhere, and the chances were very slim.

"My dear friend, Kazan, it's so gratifying to see you again. If it weren't for the unsuitable venue, I would have loved to have another drink with you." Ozma smiled slightly, dear old friend, he knew that we were destined to each other. We will meet.

In the distance, Karenin and Leonit, who were in ghostly states, were also shocked on the spot. They were trembling with excitement. General Kazan had returned from the underworld.

The two of them hurriedly followed, because their emotions were so excited that their souls were rippled.

Without the military command of the two generals of the Peruvian Empire, the Pretenders' front line was finally torn into a large hole. Among them, the dark-blooded warrior Jet was killed by Qianying and was nailed to the ground.

However, Ozma has no intention of stopping singing, and Siatt and the others are sharpening their knives. There is bound to be a huge collision, which will lead to the difference between superiority and life and death.

Kazan sighed deeply when he saw this. His own power as the number one ghost was not enough to forcefully stop this tragic war.

But he couldn't watch his best friend continue to follow that woman's machinations and perish in vain.

Boom!

The earth cracked open, red light burst out, and densely packed blood-stained ancient netherworld chains emerged, spreading and binding them towards Siatt and the others. On the chains, there were miserable and wailing ghosts.

"Kazan!" Mavis' face suddenly turned cold, and she warned: "If you continue to use the power of the underworld dimension, you will be sunk to the bottom of the River Styx and be cannibalized by thousands of ghosts at the time of reckoning, and then fall into Nastrom. Virtue, freeze the fighting spirit forever, and Kazan, the sword soul, will never appear again in the world!"

Kazan knew he was outmatched, so he followed the method of sealing Ozma and took the initiative to summon the chains of the underworld to forcefully repel Siatt's attack.

"For the sake of my best friend not to continue to go astray, I don't care." Kazan answered directly and calmly.

Ozma was not stupid. Taking advantage of this hard-won opportunity, he suddenly waved his black wings and turned into a black line, pulling Kazan and disappearing into the sky.

By the time Siatt and the others smashed the chains of the underworld, they had completely disappeared. Xiaoyu shook her head slightly, indicating that it was difficult to get accurate results from oracle divination now.

The Royal Family of Hebron's prophecy secret technique also requires more time to prepare. In short, it is a bit too late.

"Ozma is seriously injured and can't stir up the waves. Let's deal with Weitalun first," Mo Mei said.

When Ozma escaped, the army of hundreds of thousands of pretenders also began to attack like crazy cockroaches, or fled in all directions.

Later, Astra couldn't stand anyone who was bigger than it, and took the initiative to fight with the first pretender, Enbinol, and the fight was fierce.

Siatt and the others also took action frequently, causing violent explosions among the army of pretenders, killing countless people.

Yuena came to the pure sanctuary and purified the evil-infested Vetalun, but the reputation of this "golden city" seemed to have become a thing of the past.