Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

This is precisely the power possessed by the True God of War, the Seven Leaves of Silent Illumination!

Although limited by the enormous body of the True Machine God, the "Scattered Soldiers" were not able to control this power well.

However, it cannot be denied that the power possessed by the God of Justice is enough to surpass everything in the mortal world. It is a divine power that is truly capable of destroying everything!

Driven by the core of the True Machine God, the terrifying lightning element transformed into a materialized plasma. The energy emanating from the True Machine God's hand alone was enough to vaporize everything.

"Purify all appearances!"

The True God of Machines, who wielded the materialized thunder spear, declared thus, under the authority of thunder.

The purple light surged from behind him, and countless dark voids emerged from behind the "Skirmisher." As these voids erupted, countless shockwaves and lightning elemental projectiles crashed to the ground.

The lightning completely engulfed everything in the temple, shattering the earth and leaving no land unscathed.

Nothing could hide in the void from the God of War. The firepower from the void swept everything away, and the target figure was captured in the dark smoke.

Upon noticing the figure, the "scatterers" did not hesitate at all, throwing out the four thunder spears they held, each capable of incinerating everything, almost simultaneously.

"Suppress!"

As the four lightning spears fell to the ground, the energy that had been sealed within them was no longer restrained.

In just a few brief moments, terrifying energy and plasma almost completely flowed out and permeated the ground.

While everything was engulfed in flames, the terrifying lightning continued to rage, turning into a fiery inferno, but the "scatterers" would not let this opportunity pass.

Having taken its first step, the "Scatter Soldier" piloted the body of the True Machine God, flashing through the void and instantly moving to that area.

The enormous body, carrying its entire weight and terrifying lightning elemental power, crashed down from the sea of ​​fire and lightning.

"You've been a witness in some way, so let me see you off one last time!"

The "Skirmisher," accumulating surging lightning elemental power within his body, clenched his fist as the terrifying lightning elemental power poured into his arm.

The "scatterer" who was swinging his fist on the arm of the machine god unleashed his ultimate attack on Pantalone, who was sealed and suppressed in the sea of ​​thunder and fire.

"go to hell!"

The terrifying blow shook everything like a meteor falling to earth. The terrifying impact even directly destroyed the sea of ​​fire and thunder he had created with his own hands, and the combined terrifying power formed an unparalleled and terrifying shock.

This incredibly powerful strike, meticulously prepared by him, was so devastating that nothing could escape its annihilation.

But when that power truly struck that area, the moment he meticulously prepared a decisive blow.

The "scatterer" felt no joy at having defeated his formidable foe. Instead, he stared in astonishment at the empty space, his face filled with disbelief.

"No...!? How is that possible!?"

Just as he was still in shock, the applause coming from behind him brought the "straggler" back to his senses. He immediately stood up and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Sure enough, he finally found the enemy who should have been defeated by him in a corner of that open area.

“Pantalone…”

Chapter 192 Do you dare disobey me, who possesses the "Heart of God" of Balzeb?! (4k)

The "Scatter Soldier," who was piloting the body of the True Machine God, noticed the unusual movement coming from behind him.

His gaze fell upon the figure slowly emerging from the shadows. The figure clad in a spotless robe of silver stars undoubtedly indicated that it was his formidable enemy.

“Pantalone…”

As if applauding the "scattered soldiers'" performance, the figure with a faint smile spoke calmly.

"The power is astonishing, truly reaching the realm of gods for this world. Even I cannot deny Dottore's talent. It is a perfect power, but unfortunately, the user is still lacking. It is a pity that this divine power is wasted."

Although the words did acknowledge the immense power possessed by the "Skirmisher," they were also full of mockery of the "Skirmisher's" use of power, as if he were ridiculing the "Skirmisher" for being unworthy of the power he possessed.

This made it impossible for "Skirmisher" to maintain his superior attitude in the face of Pantalone's taunts. He couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, which he himself was unaware of, as he stared at Pantalone.

However, compared to those things, he was more concerned about Pantalone's safety.

"I could clearly sense that it was there, but why did I miss..."

He was absolutely certain of this: when the "scatterers" with the supreme power of a god used their power, they were targeting the very enemy he regarded as his greatest foe, who had unleashed their most confident divine power.

However, the current result is that the attack missed its mark, despite the attack and blockade.

There should be no reason for them to escape; for "scattered soldiers" who have already ascended to godhood, such a thing is almost impossible.

Even if Pantalone might indeed possess some power, there's no way he wouldn't be aware of such power.

You must know that he is no longer the same person he was before, who was a puppet. Now he is a true god.

But what he was seeing now was completely beyond his comprehension, making it impossible for him to understand how Pantalone had managed to escape his deadly attack.

He stared intently at the figure that appeared out of the dust without any sign of losing his composure, as if trying to glean some clue from Pantalone.

"...When exactly did it start?"

That calm and composed demeanor seemed no different from before, yet there was a subtle sense of incongruity about Pantalone that made her feel out of place in this world.

This made the "scatterers" clearly aware of the strangeness emanating from Pantalone, a kind of illusory feeling.

It seemed to exist in a state between existence and non-existence, which made "Skirmisher" immediately realize something, and he said solemnly.