Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 372: Fighting, cool! (4k)

Moon, who supported his back with the Divine Punishment Great Sword, smiled and said:

"Yes. I always knew he was watching."

In the Human Alliance, apart from Nicolos in front of him, only Profitus is a god.

With such a big commotion, Moon absolutely didn't believe that the guy didn't know about it.

I absolutely don't believe that he wouldn't watch secretly.

Therefore, Moon has been on guard against the opponent.

Although the other party must know something now, he obviously cannot know more.

It is true that Moon and he are now allies.

But Moon wouldn't really believe him.

Moon remembered more than once that this guy had just told others that as the eldest son he also had dignity and persistence.

As a result, he threw the so-called dignity and persistence of the eldest son to the ground.

Three prophets, not one of them is worth trusting even once.

But the interesting thing is that they all believed in Morn and then died.
So much so that sometimes Moon couldn't help but wonder if he was really sitting at the same table with them.

After realizing that he was being used, he did not get angry. He just crossed his arms and asked:

"You could have just told me earlier and let me cover everything up. Why do this? You should know me well enough to know that I don't mind doing this."

Moon stretched his body, ready for the real fight.

After feeling that his slightly stiff body had been sufficiently exercised, he replied:
"Because of what I said, he will be curious. And as long as the prophet's curiosity is in the right direction, there is no way to guard against it."

His head also twisted, but the way it twisted was like a worm, indescribable:
"Then he won't do that now? I think He cares a lot about it!"

“Because he has the direction I want him to be curious about.”

After hearing these words, He straightened his head and smiled:

"You know Him very well. You should have dealt with Him as you dealt with me?"

"Then, considering your previous performance, the hermit could not be some eldest son, right?"

Obviously, none of the guys who can ascend to godhood on their own are easy to deal with.

But it doesn’t matter, because it is meant to be shown to Him.

But to Moon's surprise, after the other party said this with a smile, he did not continue and said:
"But that's not important. What's important is that you're finally going to have a good fight with me, right?"

His gaze moved from the dazzling greatsword of divine punishment to the beautiful ring he was wearing.

Obviously, He had guessed the protagonist.

Moen also nodded:
"Yes."

"Will that be the big fight I was hoping for?"

"Yes."

"Will we fight until one of us is completely dead this time?"

"Yes."

Every time I asked a question, I only got a brief yes.

But the more he did this, the more the corners of his mouth couldn't stop cracking.

Throughout the ages, many historians and plague believers have tried to deduce the reasons why he became a god and corrupted the world.

Some say it was to become the Lord of the world, some say it was due to the situation, and still others say it was to move towards the Supreme.

But in fact, these people are wrong.

From the time he embarked on the extraordinary path to his final attainment of godhood, it was all just for one thing—a hearty battle!

Becoming stronger is to get a more powerful opponent, and eroding the world is to get a powerful god capable of challenging the Devil of Destruction.

No matter it’s one opponent or a group of opponents, no matter whether you live or die in the end, it doesn’t matter as long as you have a satisfying battle!

Even the reason for choosing the Plague Path, the evil god's road, is because this road is most likely to attract powerful enemies.

And now, the only opponent he recognized gave him the answer he wanted most.

After the last “yes” was given.

He heard his own heartbeat.

It was a violent leap that He had only heard once, and even that time was not the final battle with this powerful enemy, but happened much earlier.

When He was a child, He fought a life-and-death battle with a lame old wolf for a piece of rotten meat infested with maggots!
That was the first time He felt alive.

And therefore I became deeply addicted.

He moved, and with an intense heartbeat, he took a step towards the powerful enemy in front of him with his legs that had been anchored in place since he stood up.

Plague is a way to fight badly, but He turned it into a way of close combat.

Those plague monsters, those thick green poisonous fogs, those foul-smelling germs, are all just derivatives of His path.

His real fighting method is to rely on endless divine plagues to pollute himself into a pure monster capable of splitting the sky apart with one punch.

The divine plague is of course extremely poisonous to other people and even other gods, but it is another matter for the plague itself.

The man's originally thin body had been transformed into an extremely muscular body like a Greek hero sculpture under the pollution of the divine plague.

Cast in copper and iron, it seems as if there is infinite power lurking within.

In the divine realm where He rises, distance becomes infinite and infinitesimal.

So, he took a step almost subconsciously and came in front of Moon the next moment, and punched the face in front of him with endless excitement.

"Come on, Asclepius!"

In response, Moon showed the light golden hair ring in his hand, which was made by weaving a strand of hair cut from the three sisters. It was a gift and token of love from the three girls.

When the pale golden light lit up, the brilliance of the holy sword also burst out.

In the wrong history, the holy swords wielded by the three sisters even cut off the world. Now, even though the holy sword did not cross the barrier of the world, it successfully cut off the arm that attacked.

In the blink of an eye, he who was about to punch Moon in front of him the previous second returned to his original position the next moment.

Then he looked with a little surprise at his neatly broken left arm and his left hand that was withering at Moon's feet.

The divine plague, which was mutating every moment, could not heal His wounds or stop the bleeding.

All he could do was continuously spray large amounts of God's blood from his broken arm.

Make this plague divine domain more solid.

The pain was also transmitted to Him very clearly, but it did not make Him angry or anything else.

The only thing is the growing passion.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

Even in the divine realm where there were no unnecessary things such as breeze and dust, His actions caused huge ripples on the spot.

That was the result of the speed climbing to the extreme, which even the divine realm could not bear.

As He moved, almost everywhere in the divine realm that Morn could see was filled with His afterimage and His voice:

"Holy Sword? That's the power of the Holy Sword, right? Asclepius, you did a good job, hahahahahaha!"

The holy sword did not arrive in this world, and Asclepius did not become the last son.

But the afterimage of the holy sword was still in his hand, and the power of it also made his heart palpitate and his blood boil.

He longs for a hearty battle rather than immediate death, so he will do his best to fight and enjoy it.

So, while moving at such a high speed that it could be said that He was everywhere, He swung his fists all over his body at Moon, who was standing there motionless.

This was obviously an attack that the afterimage of the holy sword in his hand could not resist.

So, Moon showed the silver hair ring in his hand, which represented the love, sustenance and protection of the Moon Goddess.

The graceful Moon Goddess couldn't cross the world to be with Morn, but the moonlight could!

The cold dark moonlight turned into the Moon Clothes and shone on Moon's body. Even though the fist that was powerful enough to split the sky with one punch blasted out thousands of punches in an instant, it could not overcome the Moon Clothes and hurt the Moon King who finally returned to the Moon.

After realizing that his attack would have absolutely no effect.

He finally stopped, but the afterimage caused by the high-speed maneuver was half a beat slower and barely disappeared.

He who landed on the dome with one hand on the ground said with increasing ecstasy:
"The Glory of the Dark Moon? Not only did you bring the power of the Holy Sword, you also brought the Dark Moon!"

"Ah, ah, ah!"

A blade that is sharp enough to endanger your life and a shield that leaves you defenseless.

Yes, this is the powerful enemy I have always longed for!
"Asclepius, you really surprise me!"

With his body almost trembling with excitement, He raised his hand in ecstasy and dipped it in His own divine blood that was still gushing out.

He began to draw vicious curses in his own divine domain.

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It was obvious that his divine plague could not harm the opponent who was burning with the fire of annihilation.

So He used His specialty - cursing!
He just likes the thrill of fistfighting, which doesn't mean he really hates his own abilities.

As long as He can use it to fight, it is a good thing!

"I offer you half my flesh and blood, half my soul."

A circle representing evil was gradually drawn in the air by the blood of the Plague God.

Having offered the supreme sacrifice, the terrifying curse is gradually demonstrating its infinite power.

"I pray for the downfall of my enemies, and for my victory."

The last rune was drawn by Him, and an unsolvable curse fell immediately.

In the face of this irresistible force, even His divine domain was dyed from dark green to deep black.

Neither the Holy Sword nor the Dark Moon can stop the curse this time!
He stared at Moon below with eyes wide open, waiting for the answer with a feeling that he himself did not know what he was expecting.

Is it success or failure?

Looking at the black circle above my head that gradually occupied my entire vision.

Morn showed the third ring - the black hair ring represented the love of the abyss, and the abyss was the source of the curse and the end of malice.

Thus, when the black hair ring began to demonstrate its power, the pitch-black circle completely collapsed.

There is no curse comparable to the abyss.

There is no curse that can harm the love of the abyss.

If there really is, it must be love from the abyss.

The dark circle disappeared completely, and the flesh, blood, and soul He offered also collapsed.

It only took a moment for me to see that only half of myself was left in every sense.

The corner of His mouth on that half of His face was raised to a terrifying angle.

"I was afraid, very afraid, Asclepius. Because I was afraid that after being tortured by you for so many years, I would lose my desire and fearlessness to fight."

"Instead, I became a pitiful creature who was hesitant and timid, always afraid that you would stick a sword in my head again and torture me."

"But now I realize that I haven't changed. I do feel afraid, but it's not the fear of torture, but the fear that I will never have the battle I want again!"

"So, fight, fight to the death, Asclepius!"

He had foreseen his own failure, but that didn't matter anymore; all he wanted now was to keep fighting.

In response, Moon delivered a merciless and ferocious blow.

After anchoring the enemy, Moon directly wrapped the Moon Cloth over the afterglow of the Holy Sword and launched his strongest attack at Nicolos who was still talking.

The powerful force even penetrated the divine realm and pierced through the sky.

Satellites in low-Earth orbit directly observed that the clouds covering the entire surface of the earth were suddenly split in half.

But the divine realm did not perish or collapse.

So Moon knew that even the previous attack was not enough to completely defeat the opponent.

And as Moon's gaze moved downward, he began to search for the other person's figure.

Moon saw a drop of divine blood falling from the dome.

Then the divine blood began to boil and swell.

In just a few breaths, the intact Nicolos was reborn from mid-air and landed on the ground.

But Moon also knew that he was only intact on the surface. Even with such a powerful attack and half the curse, it would not leave him completely unharmed.

Such performance should be
"Come on, Asclepius, keep fighting!"

Less than a moment after landing, Nicolos rushed up again.

This time, Moon showed off the final ring - a golden hair ring from Ansha!

Ansha is the pinnacle of power and the goddess of domination.

Under the glory, everything is the kingdom of God.

Therefore, this display of divine power was the most exaggerated.

In the endless golden light, the entire divine realm was being deprived of its sovereignty by the light of domination.

Whether it was the pitch-black color representing the curse or the dark green color representing the plague, they all began to fade at this moment and turned into dazzling pure gold.

This marked a change of ownership of the divine domain, so Nicolos, who had rushed to Moon the moment before, returned to his original position the next moment.

"Ansha Baratheon! Ah, yes, you still have this."

Then a voice of realization sounded, and He saw it with surprise.

Morn lowered his hand, which was covered with beautiful rings.

He then raised the golden sword of divine punishment again.

Are you going to fight me in close combat?

Ah, yes, he is still a mortal, but now he is finally on the same level as me.

It's time to have a good close combat.

Before he could think about this wonderful dream, Moon had already rushed before him.

The greatsword of divine punishment, burning with the fire of annihilation, slashed upon the arm that He raised to block.

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it, Asclepius! That's how fighting should be. What's the point of me being the only one trying to attack?"

The fire of annihilation, fueled by the greatsword of divine punishment that gradually cut into his flesh, burned his exhausted body madly.

But this made him even more excited and he started to attack Moon.

Metal and iron clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

His strength and life were weakening uncontrollably, but his voice was becoming louder and louder.

"Fighting is fun!"

His loud laughter almost filled the entire golden divine realm.

The battle between the two has changed from a competition of methods and trump cards to a pure competition of skills.

Nothing fancy, just craftsmanship.

This was probably the happiest day of His life. The only pity was that it was so fleeting.

After the Divine Punishment Sword cut off His arms again.

He found himself kneeling on the ground completely powerless.

In front of Him was Asclepius, with the great sword of divine punishment placed across his shoulders.

Seeing this, He couldn't help but smile and said:
“It’s just like back then.”

(End of this chapter)