I, the Heir of Heroes

It endows Galo with the ability to continue fighting in the best condition no matter how seriously injured he is.If the left hand is destroyed, the right hand will have double the arm strength; if the ability to dodge is lost, then the flying ability with the same effect will evolve... This effect will not disappear until the battle is over and the body recovers.

However, even if the source of thinking is the essence of the soul, Jia Luo still will not allow his head to be easily destroyed by the enemy like this.

This is the persistence of being a fighter.

Once the vital point is hit, even if he can recover without harm, deep in himself he will still believe that this is his failure.

It's over before it really started, so what's the difference between that and self-inflicted humiliation.

The thick arm and the extended light gun contain the destructive power that Jia Luo can see with the naked eye.

The aftermath instantly blew away the wreckage of the palace and split the ground.

The split earth screamed, creating a cliff, and the gap gave people the illusion of leading to Naraku.Cascades spewing from countless high cubes are filling the chasm, and the surface of the seething earth is fittingly called the kiln of hell.

—The deathmatch has begun.

No matter where the ending goes, it will definitely end with the fall of a god species.

Jia Luo used the aftermath to create a distance, and his shattered body leaped in a reluctant posture, which further accelerated the injury of the gap—the blood rushed up his throat and splashed all around.

Kneeling and looking up at the motionless God of War, Jia Luo swallowed his breath and vomited blood facing the huge figure that gradually became creepy.

"The co-lord of the Flügel -- Artosh, is this the real 【Strongest】......"

Slowly standing up from the ground, Jia Luo's body was rebuilt from the black matter squirming out of the wound.Losing the cover of his clothes, the runes that condensed the essence of [evil] were exposed in Artoxiu's vision.

"What's the matter? My compatriots, you—are you only at this level!"

The tail of the spear of light in his hand slammed into the ground, and the throne, which was on the verge of disintegration, was devastated again.

"No, of course it's impossible. Sure enough, only you like this are worthy of my leap."

Artoxiu had no doubts about his victory from the very beginning, and never thought that he would lose.That is arrogance to all things, but also compassion to everything around.

The strong are born strong, so the weak are helpless.

"The Flügel who escaped Trasil's siege... However, I still hope that the battle between us can be a little purer - intervening without etiquette will be annoying."

Shaking the restored new limbs, Jia Luo opened his palm and recalled [Pure Evil].

Looking sideways at the sky, he seemed to sense something.

Then he raised his right hand, turned into a sharp claw, and dug his shoulder deeply.

A large amount of pitch-black blood spewed out suddenly, staining Jia Luo's body.The blood slowly dripped onto the ground, and began to squirm suspiciously as if alive.

Connecting the blood that was injured and dropped on the ground just now, it began to erode the earth bathed by its essence.

Rock, rotten wood, metal...

Artosh, who saw this action, felt novelty at the same time.

That's not because the scene in front of them is too abnormal, but the upright dragon-like creatures that appeared like devouring the earth, all of them exude a sense of coercion that rivals weak gods.

"A clone of the essence type...the level just now is really far from reaching your limit!"

"Very good! Very good! Only such a strong man is qualified to stand in front of me, Artoxiu!"

The God of War ignored the four ominous figures flying towards the sky like arrows off a string, and laughed heartily instead.

"Then—go on!"

Calmly raising the gun in his hand again, Jia Luo injected fighting spirit into his body, stomped on the ground, and rushed towards Artoxiu.

——【Compilation of the Wedge of Destiny of Birth】

Spears and spears were about to meet again, and Artosh fought back as immobile as a mountain in the posture of supporting the pillars of the sky.

However, Jia Luo's actions were beyond his understanding.

No, it was the momentary abnormality of the world that refuted his cognition.

Jia Luo's attack crossed his defense line, and compared to his short stature, Jia Luo had already rushed in front of his four-meter-high body through the gap of fate.

Inorganic, pure, and solid aura magnified behind the wings, and even more terrifying power gathered in Artoxiu's hands.

The scorching light burned time, and stabbed Jia Luo horizontally at the speed of light.

——[One-half of the fake Avesta book]

The corners of Jia Luo's mouth twitched like this.

The gray hair was swaying wildly under the unparalleled impact, and the rock at his feet began to collapse towards the skyline with the position where he stood as the dividing line.

For the first time, the shocked eyes emerged from Artoxiu's pupils.

Was caught.

Just relying on the arm that was ruthlessly destroyed just now, it was so simple to hold.

The gun of light stopped at Jia Luo's ear and could not go any further.

But Jia Luo's attack was not over yet.

Chaotic thunder and lightning flickered at the tip of the gun, and the cursed scarlet became the most eye-catching color at this moment.

A circular shock wave spread out from the tip of the gun at Artosh's heart.