mechanical court

"What a perfect body... For you, the oracle that requires self-destruction can be released easily in my hands without any sequelae."

The high priest is like a long-lost scientist, eager to boast of his achievements to everyone, even if the listener is an enemy.

As if intending to show off, he raised a hand and reached for the flame on Unas's body. The skin was burned with large and small blisters, but in the blink of an eye, it became smooth again, and there was no trace of injury.

"Unas, your flame claims to be able to melt even the soul, but the damage it causes is not as fast as the speed of self-recovery." Ozymandis admired intoxicatedly.

"This evil blasphemer has sacrificed so many congregants to have this ability!"

Priest Unas became even more angry when he saw this, and the surging flames sped up, and they already had the texture of flowing water.

Chapter No.17 Battle Royale

"Oh? Do you still want to resist?"

Seeing the performance of the opponent's desperate fight, Ozymandis raised the corner of his mouth contemptuously, his eyes looked like a child wielding a knife and a gun, raised his head arrogantly, and looked down at the opponent with a condescending gaze:

"Now I am like the god itself, Unas, do you want to fight against the god!?"

"Crazy... crazy!"

Priest Unas spit out a syllable intermittently, and the sound he made seemed to be the whine of an old bellows leaking air.At this time, he had exhausted his energy and struggled to the greatest extent, but he was still no match for the oracle dominated by his opponent.

"You can really hold on. Since you are so tenacious, the effect of the sacrifice must be very significant... I am looking forward to it."

The high priest exerted a little force, his palm directly penetrated the flames, pinched the priest's throat, intending to use suffocation to make him unconscious.And the moment his fingers touched the skin, he suddenly stopped, and looked to the right in surprise:

"how is this possible?"

At the end of his line of sight, a frenzied aura was rushing towards him at high speed. It was not wind, but an energy storm mixed with light energy and heat energy. It was a powerful force radiated from a certain energy body.

"It's His Majesty the Sun King!"

Although Unas's back was facing the energy storm, his perception accurately told him that it was the energy fluctuation of the Sun's Truth, a great power that could directly exempt the oracle.

dong dong dong dong-!

In the still dense fog, the figure of Ivan Benz quickly became clear, as if he had turned into some kind of mechanical body, with metal pit lines all over his body.The halo on the surface of the body was rippling, radiating a layer of golden flames, and the dense fog it passed was squeezed into folds, rolling and separating outward like mud.

"The Sunshine Scripture...has this ability!?"

Ozymandis shot a fiery light from his eyes, and grabbed Priest Unas's throat, while raising his other hand, compressing the air in his palm, solidifying it into a crescent-shaped blade, and throwing it hard at the rushing Come Evan.

Whoosh-!

The half-moon-shaped wind blade shot out from his hand, the edge of the blade was thin and sharp, and the light curved forward in the thickened air medium, making it look like a shining solid ice blade rather than an air blade.

"..."

Ivan stared at the oncoming wind blade, maintained a high-speed forward posture, clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist, and swept out like a heavy hammer.

boom--!

The wind blade hit the fist that was burning with golden flames, and it exploded into pieces in an instant. The restored air formed a hurricane and hit his body, but was bounced away motionless.

"That old monster is immortal, so it doesn't matter how you hurt him, just find a way to interrupt his hold!"

Yiwen made up his mind, and suddenly leaned over and stepped forward, leaping forward, leaping forward like a beast leaping, setting off a heavy wind pressure, and rushing towards the high priest.

"Light, turn into a sharp blade!"

The figure of the high priest remains unchanged, his five fingers are slightly bent to form a false grip, and the light in the palm shrinks, forming a white blade-like white light.The light blade is flat in shape, with edges as sharp as a blade, and it is ejected with the swing of his arm.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Unas immediately widened his eyes. He was not only suffocated, but also surprised. He didn't expect his old opponent to have improved to this level——while maintaining the oracle, he still had the energy to display other powers. the curse.

Whoosh-!

The light blade broke through the airflow, and it flew right in the middle of Ivan's throat. It dissipated immediately with a dazzling flash of light, leaving a fine white mark on his throat.

"My defense is so high?"

Aware of this scene, Yiwen's confidence soared. He leaned forward and fell directly in front of the opponent. He took a quick step and lifted his knee up at the same time, like a shield, hitting the opponent's jaw hard.

boom--!

Ozymandis completely underestimated Ivan's strength, and was blinded by the blow, unconsciously let go of Unas's throat, and his body flew up into the air along with the huge kinetic energy .

"It's not over yet!"

Yi Wen's tongue was bursting with spring thunder, and with a roar, he raised his right hand, raised his arm like a gun, gathered dense lightning in his fist, and slammed his feet hard on the ground at the same time.The figure thrown by the high priest jumped up, and the peak of the fist brought a huge impact, hitting the opponent's forehead like a battering ram.

boom--!

A splashing arc blasted from Ozymandis's head, and with the force pouring out, the momentum of his upper body suddenly stagnated. Instead, Ivan pressed his face against his face and smashed his arms and fists to the ground.

boom--!

The figure of the high priest fell to the ground first, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust. Ivan's body bathed in flames then fell down. The proto-nuclei of flames in the left chest cavity blazed brightly, and another fist that gathered electric light also fell down, hitting the target's throat.

boom--!

The fist force of this blow weighed tens of tons, and it was completely concentrated on the top of the fist peak. It was so powerful that it was like a thunderbolt hitting the ground in the air.It directly took Ozymandis's body to penetrate the surface of the ground, smashing a half-meter-deep 'crater' on the flat ground, and forming a straight high-temperature smoke column.

At this moment, the power affecting this space was suddenly interrupted, and the black, white and yellowed world regained its color.

The stagnant flames began to dance again, the running priests, the signal flares, and even the sparks and smoke in the air, everything flowed instantly as if someone pressed a certain start button, and returned to normal dynamics.

"Success!"

Before Yiwen had time to be happy, he suddenly felt a burst of recoil from his hand, and he wanted to suppress it, but was suddenly ejected by this sudden burst of force.

boom--!

The high-temperature smoke column was shattered by a powerful blow, and an unparalleled force erupted from the body of the high priest. It was a raging gust of wind, which squeezed the flames and dust, forming a whirling blade that seemed to be able to tear everything into pieces. .

Whoosh whoosh--!

The intact figure of Ozymandis stood in mid-air, surrounded by a hemispherical wind pressure field, the air rotated at high speed, forming a layer of barriers composed of countless sharp blades.

"The influence of the oracle is gone!"

After Unas regained his ability to move, he dodged back in an instant, away from the range of the wind blade cutting.

The result of being engulfed by the airflow is nothing but broken bones.

The high priest constructed an extremely powerful tornado with himself as the center, going straight to the sky and the earth. Only the eye of the tornado where he is located is safe, and everything around him will be torn apart by the airflow.This can be seen from the ground below him. The soil is like melons and fruits under a blender, being stripped layer by layer by the airflow, exposing the dusty rocks deep in the depths, and slashing across the rock surface. traces after.