It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

If the existence of the true god level fights on the surface regardless of the impact, the aftermath will be enough to destroy the world made of common sense!

Before this sphere of light and heat swelled beyond control, Sybil pulled, and the illusory clock under her feet quickly turned a full circle, and a blurred translucent block enveloped the area where the fireball was, which was visible to the naked eye. The speed shrinks a circle and regresses back to the stage where the violent expansion began.

But then, the tyrannical energy broke free from this restraint, gathered and erupted again, and the original invisible space burst out cracks from the inside like thick glass, and the light flickered and refracted between the glass fragments and sections, but at the same time it The speed of expansion was extremely slowed down again, forming an indescribably wonderful scene.

So the clock continued to rotate with difficulty, and under the resistance of the terrifying force, the speed of the pointer's rotation became slow and difficult.The bright red crystals inlaid on the ancient bronze mirror flickered several times in a very short period of time, and then disintegrated and shattered into a pile of colorless debris.

Sibylla's brows trembled once, and she stretched out a slender finger and wiped her neck with the metal finger cot without hesitation.

Scarlet blood splashed out and flew up to a height of half a meter.

Another strange crystal with an inverted triangle was submerged into the groove on the top of the copper mirror, and greedily sucked up the blood mist in the air.

"Not enough - give me your blood!"

She channeled her voice in a strange way, unaffected by the throat injury.At the same time, with the rotation of the hour hand scale, Sibyl Constantine's injury also regressed to the state a few seconds ago.

Ayla immediately understood the prophet's intentions, that special Philosopher's Stone can create magic power by sucking the blood that contains power.Under normal circumstances, Sibyl would undoubtedly choose to carry some special blood that contained spirituality, but right now, there was no blood that was more powerful than the blood of the two divine beings present.

The act of overdrawing his own strength to enlist the essence of flame made Norberd inevitably fall into weakness. Most of his mottled robe made of magical brilliance was burned by the flames, and his face was also unnaturally gray.

Without hesitation, he immediately cut open his wrist with a gem-studded dagger, and mobilized his energy to requisition blood from his future self to accelerate the production of his own blood.

With the injection of new power, the hands of the clock began to rotate rapidly again, this time it completed two complete revolutions!

The triple transparent and folded tetrahedral space completely enveloped the light sphere, and it rotated inward to converge, and the explosion shone in its center with a strong light enough to blind any creature, just like the birth and death of a star in the depths of the universe!

The folded space contained the power of the explosion within a hundred-meter space, and this infinitely concentrated energy created an indescribable flame hell in the narrow space.Its temperature has already exceeded thousands of times that of the star's core. Although it is annihilated after only one breath, it should not be something that any common sense creature can bear.

"Did we... kill him?"

Nobold said uncertainly that the pale sun had indeed disappeared in the explosion, leaving only the twisted space and falling transparent prism-like fragments in front of him.

Sibylah did not answer him, for the shriveled corpses remained in worship, and the pressure in the air did not disappear.

【Hee hee ha ha ha ha...】

The immature voices of children echoed in groups again in this area.

In the void and distorted space, three pairs of holy but deathly bony bony wings slowly unfolded, its surface covered with sparse white feathers and eternally burning ice flames.

The part under the wings of light was enveloped in a cocoon composed of flame spirits. They laughed and swirled, and in the vortex composed of ice flames, a pair of crossed and elegantly shaped forelimbs were first exposed.

It looks somewhat similar to the forelimbs of a griffin or a dragon, but it has a holy beauty that is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

It seemed to have been damaged in the explosion just now, and there were slight signs of melting and burning on the hand bones.

At the moment before the flame storm was formed, the remaining two-thirds of the fire spirits resisted the initial diffusion temperature, and Yafum used the rules to transform himself into a contradiction between existence and non-existence, which made him both stable The coordinates where it is located do not need to face the high temperature thousands times higher than the core of perseverance.

In that instant, He was born of concepts or images that could not be interfered with by the forces here.

The damage caused by the two wizards trying their best to join hands with one blow was far from the expected result.

Yafum's awakening is beyond imagination, and at this time he is close to a true and complete god.

How desperate is this?

Faced with this situation, Ella began to feel confused.

She didn't understand what chance the 200-year-old Nobold or the Prophet would have to win. The power of Yafum was unimaginable, and this was definitely not a son of God or them.

It is almost impossible to replicate the power of the previous blow, or even if a miracle happens, it is not enough to turn the tide of the battle.

"Miss Prophet, I'm curious... Have you seen such a fragment in the long river of time?"

Nobold Hall stood up with support, and he smiled freely in the face of such a desperate situation.

"We're done, at least I can't think of any turning point."

As he spoke, he took out and opened the metal box that concealed the terrifying aura. It was a half-fist-sized, rust-colored sphere with an obvious crack in the center.

Ayla stared at the ball, and a thought emerged in her heart—this is the so-called imprint of doom.

Nobold turned the terrifying sphere up and down without paying attention.

"It looks like the end is coming 50 years early."

Sibyl coughed, her throat injury had fully recovered, but her face was still a little pale due to the massive blood loss.

"The pictures and prophecies of the true God involved are always distorted and vague, and no one can truly be omniscient and omnipotent and master everything."

Miss Prophet raised her hands horizontally, causing several light spheres to emerge, and they connected at the end and began to rotate at high speed.

At this point, she plans to give it a go, even if the chances of winning are slim, at least it is better than sitting and waiting to die.

The pale flame vortex had completely dissipated, revealing the ancient deity for what it was.

It was a beautiful and depraved creature, simultaneously showing life and death; evil and holy; extremely cold and hot; elegant and tyrannical and other completely opposite characteristics.These irrelevant elements co-exist harmoniously in Him.

Bone Dragon?devil?Angel?cross?An invisible flame, or the sun?

It is difficult to describe what kind of picture it is. It is a combination of all the contradictions in the world, causing the observer's thinking to fall into a vortex of contradictions and chaos, unable to fix an accurate image.

He is the gray fire, he is the supreme master of the polar circle of ice and flames, he is——

Yafum!

Chapter 95 A Limited Miracle

Sibyl's magic took shape, and in the vortex of light composed of countless luminous spheres, endless forbidden magic poured out.

They have gorgeous spears condensed from obsidian, powerful electric arcs like angry dragons, hot rays of pure white light, pale miasma that corrodes all things, and terrifying swarms of countless tiny insects... .

"Guidance to Hades", "Wrath of Thunder God", "Spiritual Calamity", "Divine Judgment of Calamity"...these are all powerful spells that have left thick ink and ink in the history of magic, and some of them even require A group magic that can only be accomplished by chanting with the combined efforts of dozens of people.

This deviant ancient wizard used his own power to release them all in a breath. This can be said to be the epitome of the long history of magic and the reappearance of legends and myths!

But even so, Prophet Sibylla did not have much hope for this offensive.

If her attack is close to the reproduction of the legend, then the creature in front of her is the myth itself.

The god raised an arm to block the front of the body, covering most of the body with three pairs of bony wings and a nearly transparent wing membrane.

This action has no majesty at all... It's like a person with almost no combat experience instinctively protecting his head and vitals in the face of an attack.

Yafum didn't even allow himself to enter that strange state that couldn't be manipulated again, which made the effect of a round of magic bombing even higher than the previous explosion that couldn't be replicated.

Ella felt stunned for a while, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of her eyes.

Because this is a great contradiction with the power displayed by Yafum's arrival, or is this actually part of the rules?While He utilizes contradictions, he is also restricted by them?

The god waved its forelimbs and long tail wildly, disrupting and smashing the magical energy into pieces. He did not use any authority or divine word magic, but even the simplest slap caused the terrible forbidden spell to fall apart.Let the building stones and the eternal permafrost crack and collapse, rise or fall into the seabed.

It's like a young child playing with his pile of toys, smashing pieces of exquisite handicrafts to pieces with unreasonable violence.

As a true god, his body itself is a collection of contradictions. Just contacting him makes the magic structure that has been stabilized after thousands of times of tempering become fragile, and then self-destructs.

The surface of his pale arm bones and long tail were damaged, and only some barely connected skin and flesh remained at the tip, which was almost completely broken off.

The essence of inflammation is constantly filling these wounds, and judging from its recovery speed, it will take at least ten minutes to heal the gap.

Norbird also noticed this anomaly, and even though he couldn't understand what caused the reversal of the situation, he immediately seized the opportunity.

It is no longer possible to requisition the control of the Fire Essence on a large scale, but small things like hindering the recovery of injuries are still easy for him, so the concept of "medical treatment" was temporarily requisitioned, and the abilities of the Flame Essences were There is a gap, and even if it gathers near the wound of God, it cannot transform itself into new bone, skin, and flesh.

Afterwards, he used the few alchemy props that had not been crushed into magic power to re-weave them into a mottled robe. Nobold, who could commandeer endless elemental energy, was the emperor of magic.Even if he does not have the thousands of years of accumulation of the prophet Sibylla, he can still force the elements to combine into any desired shape under his command.

Metal, flames, and wind and snow are dancing crazily—forging, casting, quenching, and enchanting are all completed in an instant, and hundreds of sharp swords and spears are formed around him, blooming a terrifying sharp luster.

Any one of them released to the outside world is enough to shock the so-called alchemy masters, and any one of them is enough to become the treasure of the ancient king to command a country!

Under the will of the emperor, the weapons began to tremble and scream. They were burned red by the invisible fire, dragging a path of molten gold across the sky.The rain of weapons fell on the gods above the earth with the fierce roar of iron.

Only a very small part of them were lucky enough to come into contact with the throne and the divine body, before being shattered by the conflict originating from the basic structure of matter, leaving a cut mark that was very small compared to the giant body on the great existence.

However, this very small number is still a considerable number in the rain of swords that are constantly being generated. The injuries continue to accumulate and become enough to affect the balance of the battle.

Yaphum's movements became more frantic, but he still had no intention of fighting back. It seemed that he had not yet become familiar with and grasped the authority he had, or that someone who had no intention of fighting was relying on instinct to protect himself from harm.

He protected his head with his hands, curled up his body, and waved his entangled two long tails and bone wings to bounce off the splashing magical energy and bursts of sword rain. His roar and mourning made Ella feel a little pitiful for a while.

This... doesn't look like a god at all, what hides under that sacred and majestic body is more like the most ordinary and weakest human being.

"Wait...no way, is he doing it now?"

The unbelievable thought made Ella stunned, and he turned his head to look at the personality fragment 200 years later, which showed a complex expression she had never seen before.

On the other side, the first person to draw the conclusion from the abnormality was Sibylla. She seemed to suddenly remember something, and her pupils shrank instantly.Her movements became sluggish, and the light door behind her became dim, and those deadly magic no longer emerged.

Nobold, who was under double pressure, turned his head in doubt. In his perception, the other party had obviously not reached the point where his magic power was exhausted.If they continue to fight at the same pace as before, they may destroy the divine body in front of them, or exile it out of the physical space.This may become the greatest achievement before the end of the world, successfully counteracting the harm caused by a god, but why, why did Sibylah stop—?

"You are not Yafum, who are you...?"

Sibylla named several names in succession, which made Nobold's expression become strange, because they were all members of the scientific expedition team or only two people knew about them. In the list 30 years ago, Barron The name of a fleet of adventurers.

The pale holy creature seemed to be enduring great pain. His broken bone claws pierced into a skull made entirely of gray flames. Violence, indifference, cowardice, and sorrow were constantly intertwined.

He writhed his tall body nearly a thousand meters in pain, overwhelmed the majestic palaces and altars, and turned the city under his feet into ruins.The soldiers, subjects and priests parasitized by the spirit of fire were also involved in his struggle, and were crushed or fell into the abyss with the gradual collapse of the main peak of Yarkak.

Gray-white light spots rose from the ground, wanting to merge into his bones, the flames in his chest and skull assimilated into one.

The existence named "Yafum" strongly resisted this, and the aurora descended from the sky broke through the clouds and covered his body like a skirt.The darkness that has shrouded the polar region for half a year has receded for the most part, and the real warm sunshine has replaced the melody of eternal darkness.

An unbelievable expression also appeared on Nobold Hall's face. The answer was so incredible that he couldn't understand it for a while.

But now it is very clear what needs to be done, he took a deep breath, and clasped his hands again.

The mottled robe covering the whole body exploded to reveal a thin shirt and an embroidered waistcoat.

Nobold's facial features began to bleed, and the twisted black blood vessels squirmed violently under his skin as if they were coming to life. His vest also squirmed like a snake. Something was awakening in this man's body.

Iron scales and hard and ferocious bony protrusions gradually spread around his face, as if wearing a horror mask made of black iron.

The power beyond the limit made him close to losing control, and he could barely maintain a little bit of humanity and reason.

He once again conscripted a large number of flame essences, letting them obey his own will and no longer complete the assimilation, but ignited himself and turned the target into the will that dominated the god body at this time, turning it into pure firewood.

The god's painful struggle temporarily subsided, and he gasped humanly several times, even though this body didn't need to breathe at all.

There was a gap in the head made of gray-white flames, barely outlining the habitual mouth and vocalizations of humans.

He tried hard to think back for a moment, and then spoke in a slightly green voice that hides magnetism:

【Constance...Miss Constantine...?Mr. Hall, how are you... getting smaller. 】