Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 314 Slaughter (4)

main hall.

The two demigods sat on stone chairs, listening to news from all sides.

"madness!"

The demigod Sak, who possessed the bloodline of the wind god, roared in anger:

"That brainless idiot Morton acted without even consulting us?"

"Morton is dead?" Leopold, possessing the blood of the god of the hunt, asked with a piercing gaze:

"It seems that Dou Sha also possesses the bloodline of a certain deity, or his strength is already close to that of a lower-level god."

"pity……"

He sighed:

"Morton didn't tell us before he made his move, and his death was shrouded in mystery, leaving us completely unaware of his methods."

He didn't care whether Morton lived or died.

But dying is utterly pointless!

If informed in advance, at least Morton can be consulted to understand the opponent and prepare for the next steps.

Two of the gods' attendants managed to escape, but they fled in such a hurry that they didn't see how Morton was killed in the fight.

"snort!"

Sak snorted:

"He's just a piece of trash with a pig's brain!"

"This is not the time to talk about these things," Leopold waved his hand.

"If the other side can kill Morton, they have the strength to threaten us. Even if the two of us join forces, we may not be able to be completely confident."

"Rumble..."

Before he finished speaking, a deafening roar resounded outside the hall, accompanied by a familiar aura.

"Um?"

Sack looked up, a murderous glint in his eyes:

"Changlong!"

"It's me!" A gust of wind howled, blasting open the stone doors of the main hall. A towering man, about three meters tall, appeared in the city. He glanced at the two demigods and said in a deep voice:

"I heard that the fighting has reached your territory and even killed the demigod Morton. Should we join forces?"

"As for what happens between us..."

"We can bring this up after we've resolved the 'fight'!"

Sack raised an eyebrow.

Over the years, he had fought many battles with his opponent. Although he didn't harbor much resentment, he never considered joining forces with him.

"Can!"

Before he could speak, Leopold nodded first and pressed down on Sack's dissatisfaction with one hand.

"Since Dou Sha has declared that he will kill all the gods' retinues, then he is the enemy of all of us."

"To deal with him, we can temporarily set aside our grudges!"

"but……"

How do you plan to collaborate?

"Heh..." Changlong strode to a stone chair, sat down with an imposing air, and spoke in a muffled voice:

"I never imagined we'd have the opportunity to join forces."

"Report!"

Before the three could formally discuss how to join forces, a servant of the wind god rushed over to report.

"The 'Battle of the Gods' has arrived in the Icy Valley, where two divine servants who spread their faith perished."

"He is currently fighting against the Creator's technological army, and it is predicted that he will be able to break through the encirclement within half a day."

?

"So fast!"

Sack frowned:

"Since killing Morton, the pace of the fight has accelerated."

"Perhaps he feels that the demigods no longer pose a threat to him, so he's no longer conserving his energy." Leopold's expression was grave.

"Changlong, I remember you have a group of dragonborn that specialize in killing?"

"That's right." Changlong raised an eyebrow.

"One hundred and eight dragon descendants, the weakest of whom are at least at the mid-stage of the first tier, and their auras are interconnected."

"If they form a battle formation, even I won't be able to get out of it unscathed."

"Then I'll trouble you to make the first move," Leopold said.

"With the Creator's technological army still at large, the three of us joining forces can take them down in one fell swoop!"

"Heh heh..." Changlong sneered.

"Once you leave the Cold Valley, it's your territory. It's still a long way to my place. If anyone should make a move, it should be you who make the first one."

"Changlong," Leopold sighed.

"You know very well that dragonborn are far easier to create than divine servants."

"Moreover, we are now prey on the same rope. If we cannot join forces and instead look after ourselves, we will only be killed one by one in the fight, and it will be too late to regret it then."

"Low-ranking dragonborn are easy to find, but high-ranking dragonborn are just as difficult to produce." Changlong shook his head again:

"No!"

……

After lengthy negotiations, both sides made concessions.

The Changlong Society will send its Dragonborn to fight, and the Dragonborn Gods Alliance will try to make up for the losses after this battle.

Also.

The divine retinue will also assist them.

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Icy Valley.

The terrain here is extremely strange.

It is said that...

The gods of fire and ice once fought here, causing the earth's crust to shift and extend into a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles.

at this time.

Countless technological armies surged forth from the sky, the ground, and underground, launching a frenzied attack on a single figure.

Lasers, heavy artillery, energy beams, heavy particle guns...

"boom!"

The earthquake trembled and mountains collapsed.

Karl was enveloped in flames, his battle aura roaring out. With each clap and punch, he could create a clearing that stretched for more than ten miles.

The sturdy steel chariot was as thin as paper in front of him, and it flew away with a simple flick of his wrist.

Heart Buddha Palm!

Sirius Illusionary Demon Body Technique!

Aura of Fear!

Extinguish the flames!

……

Relying on his golden body, tempered to the ninth level of the Holy Demon Transformation and with 100% source power, Karl rampaged across the battlefield.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Karl leaned back, his steps faltering.

Gundam?

Before them appeared two humanoid mechs, each about a hundred meters tall, their bodies enveloped in plasma shields.

"Oh……"

Karl gave a soft shout, and in a flash, he charged out again.

"Bang!"

"Peng Peng!"

Each of his punches could shatter a mountain; with the support of the profound Dharma of the Heart Buddha Hand, his power was refined.

The fist is thrown.

The illusion of space collapsing can be seen with the naked eye.

Even with its core energy source activated at full power, the humanoid mech was still completely suppressed by Karl.

"Click..."

"boom!"

It didn't last long before the humanoid mech was blasted to pieces.

And accompany it.

It was a blinding, violent light.

A surge of energy capable of destroying a small star flickered within the Icy Valley, instantly engulfing Karl.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of light, disregarding the distance of time and space, brought Karl to the edge of the explosion.

The magical artifact—the spindle of the goddess of fate!

"A fifth- or even sixth-tier divine artifact."

Behind the battlefield, the demigod Leopold wore a solemn expression:

"He can escape the battlefield at speed comparable to teleportation. If we can't limit this ability, there's no way to stop him."

"No problem." Changlong scratched his head and grinned.

"The Dragon God's power can suppress anything that claims to be destiny, unless he takes us with him."

"It seems there are advantages to watching the game beforehand." Leopold's expression relaxed slightly, and he nodded.

"If you don't know he has this kind of ability, you'll definitely run into trouble."

As they were talking.

One after another, dragons flew in from afar, forming a long river, and rushed towards Karl's location.

Dragon's Might!

Even if only a small portion of the 108 dragon descendants received the blessing of the dragon's offspring, they would still be an extremely terrifying force.

Dragon's might is superimposed.

Even a demigod would freeze involuntarily.

Karl, who had just escaped the explosion, let out a muffled groan and could only tough it out as the dragonborn charged at him.

"Bang!"

"boom……"

It can crush the power of the past as it falls upon you.

Karl's body was instantly torn open, blood and gore, and the flames and battle aura around him trembled wildly.

"What an incredibly strong physical body!"

Changlong frowned:

"His physical strength is no less than mine, but his recovery ability is much stronger. In a one-on-one fight..."

He shook his head slightly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"If one's fighting skills are not strong, one cannot kill Morton."

Sak began slowly:

"But it doesn't matter..."

"Let our technological army, dragonborn, and low-ranking divine servants wear down his strength and test his methods. When he reveals a weakness, we will strike last. Ultimately, victory will be ours."

(End of this chapter)