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Chapter 535 Battle of the Gods

With the support of the God of Flame's projection, the scarred Shen Junzhu finally got some room to breathe, flew over the eastern city wall to rest temporarily, and cast his gaze to the east.

She also saw the figure floating in the air. As the Censor of the Dragon Clan, she had dealt with him several times when she was in the Northern Territory, so she also recognized the identity of the old man. His Excellency the Pope.

Like Diego, she didn't know how the Pope would appear here, it was not in their plan.In addition, the strength of the pope also exceeded her expectations.

The Dragon Clan believed that the Pope was able to lead the Father God Sect to hold on to the wall of the sky and curb the path of the Dragon Clan going south, entirely by virtue of the advantages of Chongxiao Pass and Baishan, but they did not expect that the Pope would leave Baishan Afterwards, he was still able to cast the spirit descending spell, and this was the first time since the battle between the human and dragon races that he saw the figure of the Pope on the frontal battlefield—the Pope seemed to be far more interested in this new force than they were Imagination is more important, so that even the human-dragon battlefield has never seen him appear here.

But anyway, it's a good thing.

The power of the god descending technique is too great, it is completely crushing in quality, and the power of the world cannot cause substantial damage to the projection of the fire god at all.With the projection of the God of Fire, the current war has almost decided the end.

If nothing else.

But accidents are also possible.

Shen Junzhu turned his head to the west again, towards that distant place, with thoughts in his eyes.

Shen Junzhu didn't know what he was thinking, but the projection of the God of Flame continued to wreak havoc in Falfors Castle, unstoppable everywhere he went, the army in Stranglethorn Valley retreated steadily, and the mages and warriors in the city fought like never before. A large number of people died at a high speed, but those brave people were still doing their best to fight the projection of the god, with the passion of dying generously shining in their eyes.

It's not that they are not afraid of death, it's just that they love the land under their feet more. This is their dream country and their belief - because of the characteristics of the new magic system, as long as people who have stayed in Stranglethorn Valley for a long time, Gradually they will lose their original beliefs, and instead believe in this land and this system itself.

That's their new god.

The belief of humans is gods, the belief of dragons is ancestors, and the belief of these people in Stranglethorn Valley is their country.

If someone wants to destroy it, they don't mind defending it to the death.

Engel was still worshiping the West devoutly, but Jacob rushed over at some point.

His body was covered with traces of blood and various spells, his armor was broken like pieces of scrap iron, and the powerful magic sword that gathered multiple spells in his hand had also faded, almost no longer shining.

"Engel! Engel!..."

Jacob yelled at Engel a few times, but Engel didn't respond at all, just knelt down.

Engel is the lord of Falforsburg. For him, the city is in the presence of people, so facing the current scene, he prayed for a miracle, but Jacob was different.

Seeing that Engel was ignoring him, the knight ordered directly to the adjutant who was waiting by the side: "Send the order, all retreat! Avoid the edge and retreat to Storm City!"

The adjutant was an elf. After hearing Jacob's words, he looked at Engel, then at Jacob, and mumbled, "Master Jacob, the Lord of the City has not ordered yet..."

"Do you see that he can give orders now!"

With a roar, Jacob stretched out his right hand like lightning, snatched Engel's city lord badge from Engel's waist, threw it to the adjutant, and repeated his own words: "All retreat!"

The adjutant hurriedly took the token, but still hesitated: "Why don't you wait a little longer? Maybe the old fairy will come over..."

Like Engel, he took the Fort Fort as his family. If Fort Fort was abandoned, they would be homeless dogs in the future, and their status would not be as good as before. They really didn't want to do this unless they had to.

"The old fairy is retreating and won't come!"

Jacob's voice became even angrier. He didn't know whether he was angry at the lieutenant for not obeying the order, or at the old fairy XingXiu who was in seclusion at this time.

Hearing that the old fairy was retreating, the last reliance could not be counted on, the adjutant finally said yes tremblingly, and ran away with his waist card to deliver the order.

Jacob looked at Engel again, and finally asked, "Are you going?"

Engel's kneeling figure remained motionless.

Jacob didn't try to persuade him any more, and nodded directly, "Okay, if you want to die in the city, then do so, I'm leaving!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but his front feet stopped just as he stepped out of the door .

Engel, who had been kneeling there, finally moved.

"Old Immortal Constellation, the mana is boundless!"

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, a deep voice came out of his mouth, and there was an unconcealable excitement inside.

Jacob also looked up to the sky, looking in the direction of the projection of the God of Fire.

I saw that a gap suddenly opened in the sky above the head of the Fire God, and a beam of light shot down from above, directly covering the projection of the Fire God inside.

The omnipotent flame god's projection couldn't break through the light for a while, although it stirred up the light turbulently, it still couldn't break through, and the motion of the flame god's projection also gradually slowed down.

"Old Immortal Constellation, the mana is boundless!"

Loud and heroic shouts resounded from all over Fort Forge, and the momentum shook the sky.

Following the shouts of the whole city, no matter whether it was the ground or the sky, whether it was the Human-Dragon Coalition Army or the Stranglethorn Valley Front Army, everyone turned their attention to a figure who did not know when it appeared over Fort Fort.

That figure was shrouded in white light, making it impossible to see clearly, but many old residents of Stranglethorn Vale could recognize who it was.

It was the mysterious master of Stranglethorn Valley, the old fairy Zhao Ritian of Xingxiu, Mr. Zhao, that is, Norman.

"...the realm of the unconscious and even the realm of the unconscious, where there is no ignorance nor the end of ignorance..."

Following Norman's chanting, another shadow slowly appeared in the sky projected by the God of Fire.

"Fuck him!"

"I'm going, looking for death, you actually bullied us!"

"I really don't know how many eyes Prince Ma has."

……

Numerous voices intertwined and overlapped in Norman's mind, and his left eye couldn't see anything at all, it was all barrage.

Popularity is also like a snowball, slow in the early stage, and faster in the later stage.After more than four years of development, the popularity of his live broadcast room has grown by leaps and bounds, reaching a unit of 10 million, with a daily presence of about [-] billion.

The barrage of this huge audience is also extremely terrifying, but Norman is no longer what it used to be. Now that "The Heart Sutra of Chasing the Sea" has been completed, the mental power can be divided into [-] ways, but it can withstand it.

Under Norman's control, the range of the beam of light did not spread, but only enveloped the projection of the God of Fire inside, and when the shadow of the god in the beam of light became clearer and clearer, two figures entangled and fought in the beam of light .

The fight between these two naked people is really ugly, just like a fight between farmers in the countryside, without any rules, just one punch and one kick, but the power is astonishing.

The flame god's body, which could not be damaged no matter how he attacked, fell off piece by piece under the fist of the other naked man, and could not grow back, and the projection of the flame god was not a vegetarian, and from time to time he also took the other light man's fist. A piece of the person's body was torn off.But overall, the light man summoned by Norman is stronger.

Under the eyes of everyone at the scene, the light man summoned by Norman was finally scarred, with a head barely hanging on his neck, and the projection of the God of Fire was even worse, his body and head were separated, and he fell to the ground , before touching the ground, it had already turned into fly ash in the air.

As the projection of the God of Fire dissipated, the flames that filled Holfos also disappeared without a trace.

"Oh!"

Cheers resounded throughout the city, it was the Stranglethorn Valley Army, and the Human-Dragon Alliance Army was in despair.

Norman ignored them, and looked directly to the east from a distance, and his eyes fell on the old man in the distance.

"It should be the Pope."

Lancelot prompts at the right moment.

This is not difficult to infer, after all, there are only a few top existences in the world, and many Normans have already seen them.Except for the legendary Pope of the Father God, there is really no one who can cause trouble to Norman today.

Following the defeat of the projection of the God of Fire, the barrage in the live broadcast room also cheered, but no matter what, Norman remained expressionless. He just looked at the old man in the distance, and there was a stream of light slowly turning in his eyes, and there was a faint doubt in his eyes.

He seemed to have something he couldn't figure out.

He has not yet penetrated the ultimate mystery of spiritual vibration, why did he come here at this time?

……

He obviously has never seen the Pope, but he seems to be very familiar with it. Unfortunately, Lancelot can only observe the world through his eyes, and cannot see his current appearance, otherwise he will find something strange about him.

However, the Pope, who looked like an acquaintance of Norman, didn't want to reminisce with him. After seeing the projection of the God of Fire dissipated, he sang directly again, and as the Pope sang, Fu A gleam of light slowly seeped through the clouds in the sky above Erfus.

With the light getting brighter, Norman didn't stay idle, and directly chanted the spell again, still still in a mental storm.

This is the most powerful spell he has mastered. At present, only this god-level forbidden spell can resist the Pope's god-descension spell-in this respect, he still does not have the legendary starry sky spell. Adrian, the next strongest man, is strong, because that lord easily defeated the lord Pope.

Norman has tried his best to expand the scope of the current mental storm, but compared with the scope of the Pope, it still pales in comparison.

The scope of the Pope's spells is far wider than that of Fort Fortress, and the light of the Norman spiritual storm only enveloped Fort Fortress in it.

There were no living creatures flying in the air, and all of them landed on the ground. On the roof, the people on the ground also temporarily stopped fighting, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them.

They can all see that their battle is no longer meaningful, the result of the battle between these two adults will directly announce their end, and Norman's precise spell control ability also allows Spirit Storm not to waste any mana on these idlers body, so they can still move freely.

As for the battle between Norman and the Pope, the result seems to have been doomed from the beginning.

In the sky above Falforsburg, in the wide-area aperture created by Norman, a larger figure than before slowly appeared, looking almost towering above the sky, with an astonishing momentum.

But around this huge figure, three smaller figures of different colors slowly appeared, and around Falforsburg, four huge figures gradually appeared.With the appearance of these figures, all kinds of abnormalities also appeared in the space. Here is still a world of ice and snow, and the temperature next door is already dry and the ground is cracked. These various abnormalities have turned Sherforth into a Colorful world.

No matter in terms of quantity or momentum, Norman seems to have lost.

(End of this chapter)