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Wall slashed almost ten times in one go, each of which struck the God of Spellcasters, Imia Lamperus, including one with the extraordinary divine power, the God of War's Light Blade.

However, there was still no result.

Faced with this situation, even if he was as determined as he was, he couldn't help but feel a little worried and silently stepped back.

This is a very strange thing. When a warrior fights a mage, not only does he not get close to him and chop him to death, but he hurriedly retreats and distances himself.

The audience who witnessed this scene were stunned. One member of the Church of the Void who lacked combat experience but was full of passion even couldn't help shouting: "Don't retreat! Keep cutting!"

Wall naturally heard the words, but did not rush forward, just smiled bitterly.

He knew his own situation well. The round of attacks just now was in vain. It not only consumed a lot of his physical strength, but also consumed a lot of his stored divine power. Emia Lamperus is worthy of being a senior expert who has been famous for three thousand years. He can see at a glance his weakness of lack of die-hard believers and limited reserves of divine power. Through this round of close combat, he played a head-on game of divine power offset with him.

The seven-colored halo that enveloped Ymiya not only possessed terrifying defensive power, but also contained a massive amount of divine power. Every time a knife cuts on it, there will be a large amount of divine power and Wo'er's divine power to offset it. After these dozen or so cuts, more than half of the divine power in his body was consumed.

If the fight continues like this, Yimiya doesn't even need to take action. Just relying on the consumption of divine power can make Wo'er exhausted and eventually defeated.

Wall frowned, thinking about what to do.

He is not afraid of death, or in other words, he is mentally prepared for it. But it is not His style to just die without striving for victory.

True courage is not only the courage to face and endure death, but also the struggle to fight for a glimmer of hope in desperate situations.

Most of those amazing miracles come from this.

After thinking for a while, he held the long black knife with both hands, raised it diagonally above his head, and assumed a posture ready to slash diagonally.

This posture is the most powerful and powerful among sword techniques. A skilled warrior using it can often cut down an enemy who is fully armored.

Wole stared at Imiya, motionless, but his mood gradually calmed down, like a pool of stagnant water, calm and waveless, and like a bright mirror, reflecting everything around him in his heart.

Imiya said nothing, but showed an appreciative smile.

Faced with this overwhelming disparity in strength, those warriors who still have the courage to continue fighting, and even regain their composure during the battle, and use more powerful methods, are certainly worthy of praise!

But he felt a little regretful.

Why would such a person become the God of Knowledge?

The God of Knowledge... no matter how you look at it, he should be a spell caster!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly. I sigh not only for the secret investment of Mingzhu, but also for the dissatisfaction of my disciples and grandchildren.

A group of legendary mages actually allowed a warrior to usurp the priesthood of knowledge. This was simply embarrassing and thrown into the River Styx!

"It seems that I have focused on understanding and mastering the power of the source of the world these years, trying to include all spellcasters in my priesthood at once, and neglected to teach them!"

He was thinking secretly, not paying attention to the battle in front of him.

In his opinion, the only thing that can resist magic is magic. And the God of Knowledge has had his ability to cast spells blocked by His Majesty, the Lord of Mysteries. How can we possibly have any chance of winning against Him with just martial arts?

If he loses like this, then his three thousand years of life have been in vain!

The sword flashed.

Wall retreated again, his steps a little shaky.

He had already concentrated all his energy and energy on that sword strike just now, exerting his martial arts to the extreme.

However, the result is no different from before. On the contrary, His divine power, which had already lost a lot, fell off a cliff again, reaching a critical point.

If he continues to fight like this, maybe after one blow, he will fall into a long sleep due to exhaustion of his divine power.

For a new god who has not even had time to build the kingdom of God and the church, this almost means death.

"Perhaps...the next knife will be the last blow in my life..."

With this understanding, He slowly adjusted his breathing and regained his composure.

Since there is only one sword left, we must use this sword to its best and deliver the most brilliant blow in this life!

Imiya's thoughts were slightly disturbed by Wall's knife, and then the great magician suddenly realized that he was still in the duel.

He smiled apologetically and focused his attention on Wall again.

"Ah, your condition looks very bad." With his eyesight, he could naturally see the situation of Wo'er at a glance. He couldn't help but frowned and advised, "You'd better admit defeat. If you continue to fight, you will Dead!"

Wall answered him with a calm smile.

It was a smile that was already awakened and ready to accept death.

Imiya's brows furrowed even deeper, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why? There must be a reason!"

"Reason?" Wall finally answered, "Why do you need a reason?"

"You are going to die!" Imiya said, "People can live without a reason, but they can't die without a reason!"

"You need to find a reason to betray, but you don't need to insist." Wall smiled, his smile was calm and calm.

"Loyalty should not surpass ideals and beliefs!" Yimiya frowned and said, "You are not the God of Knights. Your vocation is knowledge, the promotion and dissemination of knowledge, the promotion of civilization... Loyalty, It shouldn’t be more important than your ideas!”

"Everyone has different ideas. I don't force you to understand me." Wall replied with a smile, "For you who have gone through three thousand years and witnessed the rise and fall of many dynasties, loyalty is no longer a thing. It's meaningless. Maybe even when facing the great Lord of Mysteries, you only follow Him as a student rather than a subject. But to me, His Majesty the Mask of the Void is my lord, and as his subject, I am very grateful. His support and kindness to me. If it weren’t for His help, I would probably still be hiding in the library, taking shelter from His Majesty the Book Collector, hiding from possible pursuers, and growing old in obscurity until I was finally wiped out by time. Grind away all your courage and strength and become an ordinary member of the cemetery..."

"His Majesty the Mask of the Void has guided me in the direction of progress, helped me find the goal of life, and achieved it. He has sublimated my life, turning me from a panicked fugitive to a hateful avenger. He was liberated from it and became a great and praiseworthy figure. In the end, he even surpassed the limits of the living and entered immortality.”

He was silent for a while and then said: "What touches me most is the equality and kindness He treats me! This attitude is far more precious than the various benefits He has given me. Compared with it, being a god is not necessarily as good as it is." No big deal."

"Life and other things are simply not worth mentioning!"

He rarely said so many words in one breath, and after he finished speaking, He laughed.

"Okay, Master Yimia Lamperus, enough of the nonsense, let's end this battle."

As he spoke, he took a step forward with his left foot, turned sideways, and placed the black blade across his chest, pointing flatly at Imia Lamperus's chest.

"I'm going to do my best to make this stab and I hope you don't get hurt."

The God of Spellcasters was silent for a moment and sighed deeply.

He took out an ordinary-looking wooden staff and slowly raised it.

Golden light condensed on the top of the wooden staff and turned into a ball of light, spinning rapidly.

"This is the spell I was best at when I first entered the world." He said, "People like you should not die from exhaustion of divine power. Let me use my most proud spell to give you a ride!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight for the final battle, Morani's face had become very solemn, and even his body was slightly arched, his knees were slightly bent, and he was ready to rush forward.

"I'll block that spell, and you save people." Jorgadman said so, his right hand flashed with light, and his usual big ax appeared in his hand.

However, their plan could not be implemented.

Because just before Wall launched his final thrust and Imia Lamperus unleashed his most proud magic, a sound as angry as a volcanic eruption came from the ground.

"Damn old man! Have you ever heard a sentence?" Sui Xiong's roar could make even the dead jump. "Don't pretend to be cool! Pretend to be struck by lightning!"

A dazzling bolt of lightning erupted from the ground and instantly arrived in front of the God of Spellcasters. Hitting the colorful aperture of His protection, a dazzling white light burst out.

This light caused almost everyone present to temporarily lose their sight. Only the powerful God of Justice could resist this strong light and maintain clear vision.

So before the light dissipated, everyone heard His wild laughter.

"Hahaha! It's so fun! It's so fun!"

interesting? What's so interesting?

With such doubts, everyone who regained their vision saw Wo Er standing blankly in the air, still preparing to stab.

Huh? What about Master Ymea Lamperus, the God of Spellcasters? Where has He gone?

More than one person looked around in confusion, looking into the distance, but could not find Master Imia Lamperus.

Morani used his divine power to search everywhere, at least within a hundred miles, but could not find Master Yimiya.

So he looked at Joel Gardman next to him in confusion. He felt that His Majesty, the God of Justice, who laughed just now, must know something.

But before the God of Justice could speak, Sui Xiong's words came from underground again.

His voice was full of sighs and dissatisfaction: "Let me choke him! This old man is as hard as a tortoise! ​​I blasted him with an electromagnetic cannon, but it only blew him away without being able to break it. His turtle shell!"