The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"It's a trap!"

　General Singh shouted, and even if he said nothing, Raja realized it.

　The transportation hub, which was originally a weak point, was now filled with heavy troops!

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　Fusion beams shot out from the artillery array in the center of the hub city and hit the gravity shield of the main ship.

　But the transport ships were not so lucky - the flames of the fusion explosion devoured and annihilated them one after another, turning them into broken pieces of molten iron that fell down.

　Odin Sharma actually deployed troops here in advance!

　"Is there a traitor...?" Nani murmured.

　"Do not..."

　Raja looked at the sky filled with spaceships, and felt a heat between his eyebrows.

　"He has gained the favor of the three-wheeled axle..."

　"He received a prophecy..."

　""

　A Moksada, who knew the future through prophecy, foresaw this surprise attack and made preparations in advance.

　But the young Moksada... failed to receive the prophecy in advance.

　"The Lacquer God has tipped the scales of victory in favor of the One-Eyed Crow...?" a believer muttered in disbelief.

　The morale on the bridge was visibly declining. Undoubtedly, these believers had always believed that the tricycle was protecting them, but now, God had bestowed the prophecy on their enemies.

　They looked as if this silent God had sentenced them to hell.

　Seeing this, Ikason frowned and snorted:

　"Enough, regardless of God's will, we have a tough battle to fight!"

　He looked at Nynaeve and said quickly:

　"Miss Nani, prepare my shuttle and proceed as planned."

　"Got it!" Nani's hands were shaking.

　"Guards," Ikason said, looking at the other guards, "Go to the ground and destroy as many of their anti-aircraft guns as possible. I know you can defeat a hundred alone, and now is the time to demonstrate your strength."

　"Yes!" The members of the Royal Guards put their fists to their foreheads and saluted, then dispersed.

　"Raja," Ikason looked at the young prophet, "command the battle. Regardless of whether the prophecy favors you or not, this war is not fought for the gods, but for your people."

　"I know." Raja gritted his teeth.

　Ikason's eyes swept over everyone on the bridge, and he saw many different expressions: some fearful, some anxious, and some determined.

　"You are not fighting for God, or for the Prophet," Ikason said loudly, "Fight for yourselves! Fight so that your descendants will no longer be bathed in the pollution of secondary fusion, and fight for the freedom of tomorrow!"

　After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the shuttle hangar.

　After he left, Naini looked at Raja and saw that the boy's fists were clenched tightly.

　"Are you okay?" she asked quietly.

　"fine."

　Raja let out a breath and glanced at everyone on the bridge.

　"Prepare to attack!" he roared.

　"Om——"

　The shuttle flew out of the main ship, passed through the roaring flames of war, and flew into the sky among the spaceships.

　In the cockpit, Ikason looked calm and composed, moving effortlessly among the gunfire.

　With strange maneuvers, he quickly caught up with the tail of the enemy's fighter plane, destroyed six of them in just five minutes, and tore apart an airship's artillery array.

　The enemies obviously couldn't understand why such an opponent appeared: those exaggerated maneuvers and radical offensive strategies, hasn't this guy's brain been torn apart by gravity?

　Ikason could guess their confusion and fully understood their astonishment.

　But the reason is simple: he is a Hafjard.

　"boom----"

　After breaking through the enemy's blockade again, Ikason's shuttle entered the sky above the hub city.

　At this moment, a rough laugh came from the communication channel:

　"Hahahahaha! Hafurgard! You're here too! So fast!"

　Ikason turned his head and saw that the Warrior King's shuttle was not far away, followed by a team of Tarek people's shuttles.

　The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he responded:

　"Looks like we can go together and kill that Ash Hunter, if he has the guts to show up."

　"It's my honor to fight alongside you! Ikasen Hafurgard! Hahahaha!"

　As the Warrior King laughed, Ikason saw his shuttle rushing towards the city like a missile, firing wildly along the way.

　He also controlled the shuttle to chase after them, fighting with those fighter planes among the outlines of the city, destroying them one after another.

　Soon, Ikason saw the destination of this trip - the central building.

　The entire building was protected by a gravity shield, and Ikason could clearly feel that the speed of the shuttle was slowing down.

　At this time, Nani's voice came from the communication channel:

　"The weak point of gravity in the central building is on the top floor! The gravity generator is also there!"

　"receive."

　Ikason unbuckled his seat belt, drew the sword from his waist, and immediately pulled the joystick, aiming the shuttle at an artillery array somewhere in the city.

　He increased the speed to its maximum, letting the shuttle fly towards the artillery array like a missile, and used his sword to tear open a crack -

　"bass----"

　When the cracks opened again, Ikason walked to the rooftop of the central building.

　Behind him, the shuttle crashed into the artillery array, and the chain reaction caused by the detonation threw fireballs into the sky.

　Ikason's eyes swept across the front and he saw the pyramid-shaped gravity shield generator. A team of white hunters were guarding next to it.

　They saw Ikason, yanked their chainswords, and rushed towards him.

　Ikason flicked his thumb lightly, and the sword was unsheathed, and a circle of light lit up in his eyes——

　"No! No! No!"

　One knife, two knives, three knives! The three White Hunters were cut in half from different angles, dying without even a whimper.

　He casually split open the crack, dodging a round of White Hunter's sweeping shots, and appeared next to the gravity generator at the same time—

　"呲————"

　The sword pierced the gravity generator, and the red thunder exploded, tearing it into pieces in an instant.

　The White Hunters roared and were about to fire at him. At this moment, a shuttle passed through the disappeared gravity-free airspace and strafed at low altitude.

　"Da da da da da da!"

　The fusion cannon exploded into fireballs as it made contact with the ground, mowing the White Hunters into shattered chunks of flesh. The remaining White Hunters raised their guns to fire at the shuttles, but all they saw was a flash of red light.

　"No! No! No!"

　Ikason swung his sword, and red thunder rolled on the blade, evaporating the blood into a blood mist.

　He looked up and saw the Warrior King and the Tarek warriors airborne, landing on the roof one after another.

　"Impeccable fighting!" the Warrior King shouted. "You did a great job!"

　"It's not over yet," Ikason said, pressing his hand against the communicator in his ear. "Nani, where is the central control unit for the air defense system?"

　"Thirty-fifth floor," came Nani's voice, "I've uploaded the data to your terminal. Once we find the central controller, we just need to connect it with the terminal. We can take over the air defense system and use their artillery against them!"

　Ikason raised his head and saw that Odin Sharma's airship was continuously firing at the Free Alliance's fleet, and the anti-aircraft artillery array on the ground was pouring fire into the sky one after another, like a volcanic eruption.

　The Free Alliance's transport planes fell from the sky one after another, leaving scar-like trails across the neon-filled central hub.

　"We have to speed up," Ikason whispered, "Let's go to the thirty-fifth floor."

　"Time to kick some ass!" The Warrior King twisted the axe handle, and a two-way blade of light exploded.

　Ikason rushed to the stairs first, went down quickly, and soon arrived at the floor marked 85th.

　This seems to be an office area, but it is now deserted and the floor is littered with messy documents and office supplies.

　And in the middle of that office clutter, Ikason saw a tall figure.

　He was wearing white armor, his fur on his shoulders was like a hedgehog, and his head was covered by a mask.

　He held a round shield in one hand and a sword hilt in the other. The moment he saw Ikason, he lowered his head slightly, and a violent fusion flame spurted out from the hilt of the sword, outlining the shape of a blade.

　Ash Hunter.

　"You will stop here," he glanced at Ikason, then looked at the Warrior King behind him, "and you, my friend."

　"Grisha..." The Warrior King growled, "I've been wanting to chop off your head and bring it back to the tribe for a long time!"

Chapter 720 Gravity (Part 6) -3k-

　The moment he saw the Ash Hunter, Ikason knew that the Warrior King had not exaggerated his fighting prowess.

　The aura he possessed was something Ikason had only seen on the evil spirits that had emerged from purgatory.

　Even his breath sounded like a landslide or tsunami, as if there was a huge monster lurking behind the mask, ready to pounce on everyone at any time.

　"Reese," the Ash Hunter looked directly at the Warrior King, "You're still like a wounded puppy, barking to hide your cowardice."

　"You betrayed your tribe," the Warrior King growled, "You betrayed Tarek's creed!"

　"What is our creed?" the Ash Hunter held out a hand. "For the wilderness. What is the wilderness? Is it the weakening, corrupt tribe? Or the law of the jungle?"

　"You have chosen to become Odin Sharma's dog!" roared the Warrior King.

　"And he has given me an endless supply of powerful opponents," said the Ash Hunter. "Every time I bathe my armor in their blood, I take a step closer to the great Savage."

　"It's time for your madness to end," the Warrior King raised his double-edged axe of light, "Brother."

　""

　The Ash Hunter Grisha's gaze lingered on the King of Warriors' face for a moment before he turned his gaze towards Ikason.

　He laughed dully a few times and said:

　"It seems that not all Hafgard are as powerful as the pure white flame."

　"It sounds like you're beginning to underestimate me." Ikason smiled.

　"At least your friend was weak," the Ash Hunter patted his shoulder. "She only managed to escape me thanks to the sacrifice of her friends. She could only let me rip open that girl's belly."

　"Alianwen...?" Ikason frowned. "Okay, I admit, I'm starting to dislike you."

　The young Hafgard took two steps forward and flicked his thumb, and the sword was slightly unsheathed.

　Then, the next second——

　"boom"

　Accompanied by two whistling gusts of wind, two blurry shadows collided with each other, causing a surging shock wave.

　All the glass on the floor exploded, and the sound of shattering was accompanied by a strong wind, which blew up the documents and debris on the ground like snow!

　Ikason suddenly stepped back, quickly stood firm, raised his head solemnly, and looked at the Ash Hunter opposite him.

　Yes, he is very strong!

　His wrist still ached slightly, that was the power that far exceeded Tarekmin's physical fitness!

　The Ash Hunter leaned down slightly, rushed forward suddenly, and flew towards Ikason again with a storm.

　"Kill him!" The Warrior King roared and rushed forward with the people of the Tarek tribe.

　The Ash Hunter swung the huge blade of light violently, and with one blow, he directly knocked the Warrior King over. He then continued to chop him, each blow splitting a Tarek warrior in two!

　The raging wind around him was filled with blood, like a man-eating sandworm, and the sword blade was his fine, sharp teeth.