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But now, the Elf Corridor has been shattered, but Artesh is still not weak at all, and he used that unparalleled blow again...

"[Analysis] Calculation cannot..."

Ymiriain said the most despairing words.

How powerful is it with data that even Ex-Machina cannot calculate?

And above the sky, Su Feng, who had already distanced himself from Artexio, faced the light of extinction, and the Dragon Feast mark on his fingertips bloomed with scarlet light at this moment——

The Apoptosis of Platon Sanks! ! !

"roar--!!!"

The pale dragon head of the Ancient Dragon King appeared behind him, and his shrill howl resounded throughout the world like a mournful wail.

At this moment, all the dragon spirits couldn't help but crawl on the ground, as if to meet their king.

The torrent of golden breath spewed out from the bloody mouth condensed into a pillar of light, as if it had crossed the starlight and faced the "divine strike".

The moment the two forces collided, the sky and the earth disappeared and turned into black and white.

The space could not bear this huge energy, and pieces of it peeled off in the wail, revealing the deep and dark void hidden beneath.

The vortex created from the energy collision did not merge like that between them, but became more violent.

Under the eyes of many unbelievable sluggish eyes, the terrifying power filled the air, and it suddenly swept away in all directions, turning into terrifying shock wave energy.

In the face of this absolute power, even the particles that make up all things fall apart. The roaring torrent tears the sky, shatters the earth, and evaporates the ocean.

The aftermath alone is enough to sweep across all races today. In the face of this devastating scene, everything is meaningless.

The first one to bear the brunt was Abant Heim, who had fallen to the ground and turned into ruins. Azriel stared blankly at the changes in the sky in the broken square city.

"How is it possible... the master's power is... blocked..."

Seeing the "Divine Strike" that could no longer get any closer, a look of collapse appeared on Azriel's face, her belief had been completely shaken, like a nightmare.

The master is obviously the strongest, the supreme God of War, how could there be any creature that can rival the master?

"Oh, Azriel-senpai is really an idiot~?"

Jibril, who was on the side responsible for guarding Azriel, could tell what she was thinking just by seeing the incredible expression of collapse on her senior's face.

Although she was surprised to see "Divine Strike" being confronted head-on, it was completely expected.

Because unlike other Flügels, she has a rebellious and delicate heart.

She had long seen the Flügel's stubbornness in eating, and even regarded their master Arthu as a symbol of invincibility and irresistibility.

But it is precisely because of this that they do not understand Althu's true thoughts at all.

Does the great God of War really need a group of followers who praise him?

No, what Artesh longed for was failure, and what he longed for was the emergence of an evenly matched enemy, even if this enemy was his own creation.

Thus, the perfect race of Flügel was born.

And the inability to change brought about by this perfection has completely ruined this race by being stubborn.

Therefore, after a long period of boredom and boredom, Jibril, as the final individual and also an extra individual, was born.

She has imperfect characteristics.

This incompleteness means that she can grow, accept failure, temper herself from failure, and deny everything about Althu.

It's a pity that Azriel, who has been accompanying her master for the longest time, never understood the meaning.

Therefore, Jibril looked at Azrael, whose faith had wavered, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in her eyes.

"Oh~ forget it, the master requires you to live, so I, Xiaoji, am kind enough to take you out of here, senior Azrael, but don't resist~?"

With that said, Jibril picked up the Flügel-senpai who had the size of a child with one hand and disappeared from the spot using space transfer.

Volume 1: Chapter 197 The King needs the company of God

"It's really scary~ I didn't expect that just wanting to watch is so dangerous?"

After moving far away and avoiding the terrifying crisis, Jibril patted her proud chest and let out a long sigh.

"Senior Azriel, who do you think will win, Master Artexu or Master Su Feng~"

She shook her senior, who was still being held in her arms and looked almost like a doll.

Unfortunately, Azrael would not give any answers, and she had lost her previous vitality.

Seeing this, Jibril didn't pay attention. She didn't expect what kind of answer Azriel would give. She already had the answer in her heart.

So, continue to look into the distance.

However, even if she is so powerful, the light scattered from the distance will inevitably sting her eyes.

I saw light flickering at the end of the distant horizon, and the space was shattered, then slowly healed, and the powerful energy annihilated everything.

But the battle between the two continues.

I don’t even know how long the battle lasted until the sea dried up and the world became barren.

From energy clashes, to weapon clashes, to fist fights.

They used almost everything they could get their hands on.

The light and heat in the air slowly dissipated, and Su Feng's figure appeared again. Even though the armor on his body had been shattered, and even though he had drunk countless bottles of red dew, his footsteps never stopped for a moment. Under the coercion of gravity magic, he passed through the broken space again.

Then, the sound of breaking wind hit us.

It's Artesh's glorious spear!

The thrown spear of light seemed to penetrate space and time, like a shooting star.

Seeing this, Su Feng held an ancient dragon rock sword forged from ancient dragon rock in his hand. The moment he drew the sword, red thunder filled the air.

The initial power of thunder and lightning contained in it was released, and the flickering dragon thunder was turned into a huge and sharp thunder and lightning spear by him, and he immediately threw it——

That was the thunder spear once used by Platon Sanks!

Spears collided, heaven and earth flipped, and the planet trembled again!

But at this moment, in the roaring smoke and dust of the explosion, there was suddenly a subtle sound of space shattering.

Then, Artesh appeared in front of him without any warning.

"Space transfer?!"

This is a move that the Flügel have used before, and as the creator of the Flügel, he is naturally extremely skilled in the use of space.

"Hahahahaha, this is really a battle that makes my blood boil! It lives up to my expectations for so long! My 'old enemy', witness it, this is the strongest principle!!!"

Artesh's golden eyes shone with dazzling fanaticism, and the bloodthirsty smile on his face was almost exactly the same as Azrael's.

The so-called strongest principle is the fist!

It was so close that Su Feng didn't even have time to react and quickly swung it down!

Boom——

A seemingly ordinary punch was enough to shake the space and explode in his chest.

Like a meteor, it fell from the sky and hit the distance.

In an instant, it penetrated the mountain peaks and melted the mountains. The barren land turned into a molten river flowing below. The thunder in the sky continued, and the purple kraited snake was walking through the clouds.

Heavy rain is coming.

The rain soaked Artosh's body and was evaporated by the divine power, but there was still liquid dripping from his wrist.

It's blood.

It turns out that the blood of the God of War is golden. This is what everyone thought when they saw this scene, and then they realized it——

The strongest God of War, Artosh, was so severely injured!

White bones were exposed under the wrist, and along with the golden blood flowing down, there were wisps of golden light.

Artesio glanced down. Not only was there no anger, but the smile on his lips became brighter.

"Cough...cough...fuck..."

Su Feng was lying in the sinkhole where the lava was flowing backwards, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to laugh, but he suddenly took a breath of cold air.

"Hiss—that's so powerful. This punch at least shattered three of my ribs..."

Not only that, even the principle of causality was shattered with one punch.

It was precisely because of the power of Golden Law Fundamentalism that it absorbed and released a huge amount of energy at that moment that Artosh was so severely injured.

It's just that he's not having it easy either.

"...my dear master, how are you?"

Ashimi asked as she held him up and released the gold prayer to heal his injuries.

But Su Feng immediately rolled his eyes at her and said, "Do you think I'm okay?"

"The situation is indeed very bad...then let Asumi fight on your behalf."

"Okay, you better save it. You are not qualified to participate in a battle of this level."

"Master, do you look down on me, Ashmi?"

"It's not to look down upon, but to simply state a fact." Su Feng said lightly and gave her a look, "You should know the reason yourself."

"...."

Ashmi suddenly fell silent.

The master was right. Just assisting in the battle was already her limit, let alone facing that god directly and fighting on the master's behalf.

And the reason——

Because she couldn't fully reproduce Su Feng's power.

That's right, it just can't be completely reproduced. Su Feng's current power can be said to be beyond the standard. It exceeds the specifications of the junction. It is understandable to call it the strongest in the junction.

Even the king-making plan of the Eternal City like Ashimi's is the only one that cannot be replicated...

"Don't worry, although I was injured, I have a way to recover. On the contrary, that guy Artexu is at the end of his strength now."

Although the divine marrow is called War, and its strength becomes stronger with each battle, without the blessing of the Elf Corridor, the power in the body is limited after all.

The punch just now was much weaker than the first punch.

so--

Su Feng stood up again and dusted off the dust on his body.

"Now that the other party's three axes have been wielded, it's time for me to make a real move."

Keng——

The pitch-black black sword and the spiral-shaped god-body sword were inserted into the ground respectively, burning with pitch-black death fire and brilliant golden flames respectively.

"...Um...Master, it's not that Asumi is pouring cold water on you and doesn't believe you, but your current condition is probably not much better than that guy..."

Although he was healed through the prayers of the Golden Law, according to the health bar, he has only recovered about a quarter.

Even the ribs are still broken.

But it doesn't matter, after all, I still have a backup plan.

Thinking of the Lord of Pleasure, Su Feng immediately shouted: "Aha, you're not going to do it???"

"Aha, haha!"

The familiar laughter suddenly sounded, but what appeared in front of him was not Aha, but just a mask representing Aha's will!

"Ahaha~Aha thinks you can still hold on a little longer! This drama is not over yet~"

"Damn, just ignore me, I knew you would say that..."

Aha's answer was already in his expectations, so he was too lazy to talk to this guy anymore, and directly drew his two swords--

One hand held the debris of the destined death, the other hand held the flame of the golden law, slowly bent down, and looked like he was ready to sprint.

The sharp eyes locked the figure of the god of war Artosh in the air--

"...Do you need help?"