Come to Infinity, Sacrifice to Me

But for some reason, these two figures like the sun in the night set off a storm without any scruples, wielding lightning, and attacking each other with cold weapons that seemed to make people tremble. It roared loudly like a dragon, but the people hiding from the rain didn't seem to notice it at all, thinking it was a normal climate change.

"Strange divinity, do gods still exist in this era?"

The interest in her eyes became more and more intense. Although she didn't have the support of the source, she used to interact with information from countless parallel worlds all the time. The girl's knowledge alone was beyond the imagination of all magicians.

So just by looking at those two figures, she understood the existence of these two glorious figures.

Although it is different from the existence of Gaia's tentacles, or the power to connect to the root, or the existence of machinery from the outer universe integrated into civilization to protect mankind, it is undoubtedly the existence that can be called a god.

It's just that with such a violent divinity, could it be that the gods in this world are all irritable guys in charge of destruction?

With such doubts, the black, long and straight girl gave a reassuring smile to the kind-hearted man next to her who advised her to find a place to hide from the rain, and ran towards the two gods who looked like high-level monsters without hesitation.

"Vereslana, the patron saint of kingship challenged me as king, let me see if your bones are as strong as your sword!"

The storm became more violent and dangerous, which was a symbol of the anger of the god king. The tall giant held two equally thick sticks in his hands, and it seemed that even the sky would be torn apart when he swung them.

This is the artifact that God King Mercator once used to defeat the dragon and sit on the throne, and he will use it to defend the dignity of the God King.

"Go to hell and repent, Military God!"

Mercator roared. Although his clothes were sloppy, his unkempt hair and the beard that covered the lower half of his face were impressive. In addition, the dirty rags on his chest and the leather Breastplate, even if it is considered a savage from some primeval forest in modern society, it is not surprising, but this does not damage its sense of majesty as a god-king.

This is God, even though it has been abandoned by the times, people feel how majestic, powerful, and holy his body is. If ordinary people, magicians and even demigod heroes are confronted by his giant stick, they will probably lose the ability to stand up Courage, not to mention holding a sword and making a rebellious gesture.

However, the one who was fighting with him was also not an ordinary person. The young man's face and relatively short stature exuded a fighting spirit and a sense of holiness that was not inferior to that of a god king.

Welleslana, the ever-victorious and undefeated military god in the Zoroastrian legend, the guardian of the royal power and the contract, now abandons all the honor and glory of the past, preferring to be swallowed by the madness of choosing someone, just in pursuit of defeat!

"Hahaha, let me see if you can do it! God King, can you defeat me?"

Sending out a fanatical fighting spirit that shook the world, the undefeated God of War has ever-changing appearances, sometimes turning into a ram, sometimes a wild boar, and sometimes turning into a phoenix. No matter how powerful the god king wants to judge, he can use Dodge with a suitable posture and then counterattack. He is this kind of military god who can respond with a suitable posture no matter what kind of enemy he faces.

The battle between the two gods became more and more intense. They tried their best to demonstrate the art of fighting like fighters in the arena. The exquisite and merciless fighting skills can make all the paladins who have cultivated for a lifetime despair, showing the world in a grandiose manner. The insurmountable gap between God and man.

Boom~! !

The storm in the sky is getting worse, and the flames of the sun will fall from time to time, because both of them are gods with authority in this area. Mercator and Veleslana only have to kill each other in their eyes, so how can they care about them? How serious the consequences of the action were.

As the [Two Ceremonies] walked towards the battlefield, deep ravines began to crack on the ground, the fierce wind blew away the roofs of the buildings, the thunder and lightning cut off the supply of electricity, and the artificial light gradually disappeared on this island.

At this moment, the civilization created by human wisdom is unprecedentedly fragile. Even the conjurers who discovered the situation and came to investigate the situation did not know who to pray to to save the island, because it was the high god who caused all this.

"It's really out of shape!"

The raindrops that fell like ammunition slid from the side as if they had encountered a barrier, and even the girl's clothes were not wet. [Two Ceremonies] looked at the port that was gradually reduced to ruins, as if he could hear a certain message from the bottom of his heart. Dissatisfaction of the will in general.

She knew that she would not care about these normally, but she also knew that she was not playing her normal self now.

"In other words, according to your script, do you want me to kill these two guys?"

As if communicating with someone who does not exist, the girl nodded to herself...

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Nebula M78

ps: I owe 21 chapters now, and there will be another update later.

Chapter 57: The past repeats itself; you shall be on my right

"I ask you, who is more like a god?!"

Just as God looks down on sinners and demons at the end of the great judgment, the questioning from above is powerful, turning into a holy word and knocking all sin and evil into the lake of hell and fire, never to be reborn.

Behind the girl loomed 36 pairs of wings, and countless eyes opened up everywhere in the world. In the eyes of Mercalto and Veleslana, her body was distorted into a ring of light that was more brilliant than the sun. The fire of judgment fell and destroyed this sea area.

That is the attitude one should have with God, the king of angels who is in charge of the personal contract. In the face of this terrifying power, whether it is Baal, the great demon of hell, or the military god who violated the contract, he can only be unwilling. Bow down.

"No, I am Baal, I am invincible..."

"Hahaha! Violating the contract and turning it into disobedience, do you still feel what it means to be defeated? Sure enough, I still prefer victory!"

Mercator's unwillingness to struggle came from the sea of ​​flames that could burn up fallen sinners and pagan evil gods. The war god swung his sword to cut off the essence of the gods in the flames, but he had no power left.

"Metatron, I remember, next time I will crush your bones with a giant stick!"

"It was a hearty battle. Although I lost, it was also the defeat I longed for, but there will never be a next time!"

After the two disobedient gods uttered their last words, distorted candlelight flowed from the eyes that opened in the sky. It was clearly a sacred flame, but it brought a suffocating coldness. It was made of disobedient gods. The flames used to judge sinners are becoming more and more terrifying.

"I didn't expect you to be so weak!"

From the center of the slowly dissipating flame came the emotion of [Two Ceremonies], 36 pairs of fiery wings turned from reality to emptiness, and the burning eyes closed without knowing when, because the god of disobedience lost the main culprit. , the storm that swept across the world finally returned to calm.

The figure distorted into a giant wheel returned to a normal graceful girl. She silently realized the power that descended from the depths of the myth when she was fighting the two gods who did not obey, and there was no shortage of ripples in her heart.

The king of angels, the seraphim in charge of the contract between man and god, the authority in charge of battle, the heavenly book that records everything, the feeling of being on the same level as gods... all kinds of traces flooded into my mind from inexplicable places, as if I had experienced thousands of years. The myth was sung, and she couldn't tell who she was for a while.

If it weren't for her own experience of receiving the baptism of root information every moment, even the most powerful heroic spirits and gods under the true god would gradually lose themselves in this assimilation, and thus turn into a mythical high-ranking king of heaven.

Naturally, Gengenshi will not be shaken by this bit of information. Ordinary people may be overjoyed to become a true god in one step, but she feels that Liu Daoming is still so weak.

Yes, for ordinary people, this power blessed from the myth is very strong. If they can fully grasp it, destroy the galaxy with a wave, turn back the years, and radiate the imprint of existence to many parallel universes along the myth.

However [Two Ceremonies] Even if we don't talk about the growth after Liu Daoming empowered the root, it is the incarnation of the root even when it was the weakest at the beginning of its birth, which is not inferior to Metatron's godhead in essence.

But who can imagine that this kind of godhead, which is not considered powerful in the eyes of the root formula, will advance by leaps and bounds in the future, surpassing all creatures and concepts, and achieve the terrifying state that even the root source can hardly match.