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Chapter 310: Light Cannon Begins to Show Respect

[Wang Zhigang, please wake up from your long sleep! ]

Outside the ceremony, the Long-eared Buddha chanted the Word Spirit loudly.

Along with the chanting of the spirit words, countless rays of light converged towards the center of the ceremony. The bright red Spear of Nukis, which was flowing with the blood of the Son of God, was infused with countless rays of light, melted, and forged again.

In the end, a gorgeous sword in the stone was inserted in the center of the altar, and no one could pull it out.

This is the Sword of Savior (Box Garden Version), whose current real name is the Sword of Promised Victory, which means the Holy Sword of the Star that saves the world.

"According to the information from the Thousand Eyes, the Savior Sword is the real body of the Last King. All we need to do next is to pour high concentrations of earth energy on it."

Dingguang Buddha raised one hand and placed it in front of his chest, bowed slightly to the Savior Sword, turned around and spoke to the Son of God who was holding the Holy Grail, or the God Slayer Messiah.

"Your Majesty, I will take my leave now."

Dingguang Buddha knew very well that what happened next was not something he could interfere with, the battle between the incarnation of the Son of God and the Last King.

Although the incarnation of the Son of God does not even have a four-digit number, the current Last King is at most at the level of a four-digit elite.

But this doesn't mean that a fake like me can compete with them. I probably can't even withstand the aftermath.

"No, you stay."

Messiah turned around and looked at Dingguang Buddha and said in an unquestionable tone.

Dingguang Buddha sighed and shook his head helplessly, thinking that he was born to be a hard-working person.

However, since it was the request of the Holy Son, he couldn't refuse.

He could only bow slightly to the Messiah.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Then, the Messiah silently stepped back a few steps and gave the altar for awakening the last king to Dingguang Buddha.

Dingguang Buddha sighed, picked up the holy grail, tilted it slightly and poured out the bright red liquid inside.

This is the blood shed by the Messiah. Under the nourishment of the Holy Grail, it has become a high-concentration energy concentrate that can be used to awaken the last king.

Speed up its awakening and recovery, so that it can reach its peak state as quickly as possible, and then be killed by itself.

Moreover, it is filled with divine pollution that belongs only to him, the Messiah, who is the savior along with the Last King.

In this way, he could use divine pollution to limit part of the power of the Last King.

Bright red liquid like blood flowed out from the golden holy grail and poured onto the gorgeous golden holy sword, adding a little blood color to the holy sword.

Along with the blood appeared a phantom.

He was a handsome man with blond hair. He had a lazy yet confident temperament, and was wearing a suit of dark silver armor, standing next to the holy sword.

He looked at the Messiah who was watching him from a few steps away, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I didn't expect that I would wake up so early? Did you wake me up?"

"It seems that you don't know that I am a bit grumpy when I wake up, right?"

Su Nian pulled out the sword in the stone that was stuck on the altar with one hand, pointed it at the Son of God in the distance, and roared.

"Excalibur!!!"

The highest etiquette when saviors meet each other is to wash their faces with light cannon.

Only those who can withstand the existence of light cannon can be called Su Nian's opponent.

A torrent of pure energy rushed towards the Messiah with endless light and heat.

Unbelievably, almost all possible directions for Messiah to escape were blocked by the laser cannon.

This forced him to use his authority head-on to face the light cannon released by Su Nian.

At this critical moment, a crown made of thorns was placed on the Messiah's head at some point.

That is the crown of thorns. According to legend, when Jesus was nailed to the cross, Roman soldiers wove a crown out of thorns and put it on his head.

It symbolizes the suffering he endured for humanity.

The manifestation of this power is that when attacked, the damage will be returned to the inflicter.

"The Lord at your right hand will overthrow kings in the day of his wrath."

And when the attack was returned to Su Nian, some tiny parts that were invisible to the naked eye appeared in front of Su Nian.

A shield of absolute defense was formed in front of Su Nian, blocking all the attacks that were returned to Su Nian.

Even some of it bounced back.

The scene became completely awkward for a while.

Only a gradually fading stream of light remained, shuttling back and forth between Su Nian and Messiah.

In the end, neither of them was injured, and not even a speck of dust got on their bodies.

The only price paid was the surrounding land that bore the aftermath of the conflict between Su Nian and Messiah.

The originally arranged altar had long disappeared by now, leaving only countless deep pits and land that had been partially vitrified by high temperature erosion.

"Tsk, nothing works?"

Su Nian made a displeased sound. Was he still looking forward to his own debut?
Just use your ultimate skill to kill Messiah instantly.

But it seems a little difficult now.

"It looks like there will be a tough battle ahead."

Su Nian sighed, and then looked at the Messiah opposite him.

It was still a bit challenging to defeat this old man using only the abilities of Arthur and the Last King's spirits, without being able to use his best replacement magic and space manipulation.

Especially now, Su Nian and Messiah knew that the other party was a tough opponent even before they started fighting.

Neither side can break the defense.

"How about we both give up our defenses and fight like real men?"

Su Nian put down the Holy Sword of the Star, looked at Messiah, and asked tentatively.

How can we fight when both of us have a turtle shell on our heads?
Messiah was silent, staring at Su Nian, as if expressing his meaning.

Who would believe you? The one who lets down his guard first will definitely suffer the most.

Su Nian raised his eyebrows, and an invisible wind wrapped around the Holy Sword of Stars in his hand, hiding the shape of the sword.

"Well, it looks like we can only continue to fight with our turtle shells on."

Unconsciously, the Holy Sword of Stars in Su Nian's hand had been replaced by a spear that shone with light like the sun.

"Be careful, this move of mine is hard to block."

Su Nian lunged forward and stabbed Messiah.

Messiah subconsciously dodged to the right, but the sure-hit gun also locked onto him and stabbed him in the heart.

It was a pity that it was blocked by the crown of thorns on his head, and the tip of the magic spear seemed to have pierced a material of unimaginable hardness.

It shattered into pieces inch by inch.

"wrong?"

The stabbed Messiah quickly realized that something was wrong with his condition. He raised his head and was shocked to find that his crown of thorns had been damaged without him knowing when.

"Are you aware?"

Su Nian sneered, then summoned out the Eternal Spear used by Odin in Norse mythology again.

"This spear will surely pierce the crown of thorns of the person before me."

Whoosh!
There was a sound of the air being pierced, and a flash of white light passed by.

Then the spear pierced the crown of thorns.

But the effect was not great, it only caused some damage to the crown of thorns, and then it was shattered by the counterattack.

I can only say that this is worthy of the power that the Holy Son carefully selected for himself, and the effect is truly amazing.

"But, Your Majesty, how many times can you defend yourself?"

Su Nian put his hands in his pockets, and countless golden energy surged behind him. One after another, divine weapons recorded in Celtic mythology, Norse mythology and other myths under the command of the Halloween Queen slowly stretched out from them.

Like cannonballs, they were aimed at the Messiah.

Sure enough, Jin Shanshan’s way of using the Savior Sword is the most comfortable.

King's Treasure: The Sword of Salvation Version!!

Su Nian waved slightly.

Countless divine weapons were shot towards the Messiah as if they were free!
"You remind me of a shameless little fellow."

Messiah sneered, stepped down, and a huge cross shadow appeared behind him.

This is the Lord's war power He prepared for Himself.

The time was too short, and not many disobedient gods died, nor were the number of disobedient gods he killed large.

All the powers obtained come from the Christian angels and his incarnation, Jesus the Disobedient.

"If the former Pope Artorius had been one tenth as shameless as you and that little guy, he wouldn't have died in the anti-utopia war."

As soon as Messiah finished speaking, countless holy lights were released, shattering all the divine weapons released by Su Nian at once.

During this process, Su Nian did not encounter any surprises.

He smiled brilliantly, and gently brushed away the hymns that sounded along with the holy light, as well as the falling feathers.

"Thank you for the compliment. After all, noble people have long died in wars. Aren't the ones who survived the war the shameless ones like us?"

"Do you think I'm right? The one who betrayed His Majesty the Son of God, His Majesty Judas?"

As Su Nian finished speaking, the space fell silent at this moment.

The hymns of holy light brought by the Crusader phantom summoned by the Messiah disappeared, and the feathers stopped falling.

Only an endless aura of murderous intent remained.

Messiah looked at Su Nian coldly for a long time before he spoke.

"I admit, you're just as annoying as that damn guy."

There was another sentence he didn't say. If he hadn't noticed that Su Nian and Arthur's spiritual power, aura, and appearance were completely different, he would have almost thought that these two guys were the same person.

This mouth, this shameless character, and this disgusting posture all seem to have been carved from the same mold.

As he spoke, he transformed the phantom crown of thorns on his head into a solid entity and put it on his own head.

The sharp thorns pierced his skin and bright red blood flowed from his head.

Su Nian vaguely felt his head pierced by thorns, but Avalon helped him withstand the blow.

It didn't do him any harm.

(End of this chapter)