I let the genie out of the bottle

The voice sounded like both advice and a warning.

"Hahahaha." Upon hearing this, the Persian military genius, the ever-victorious young man, was slightly taken aback, then immediately burst into laughter.

"I am the God of War! The God of Victory! The God of Protection! And the God of Struggle!"

"Struggle is both my duty and my nature!"

Upon hearing his words, the saint, who was walking forward on his own, stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't that I was infected by the fighting spirit in their words.

It was not because he was persuaded by the words of the God of War.

Just—

The saint slowly turned around, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"He can only be revered as a god!"

The Hebrew system, as a monotheistic religion, has only one God!

Besides, anyone who dares to presume to call himself God is a heretic demon!

He was met with a series of hearty laughs.

"If defeat can befall me, then what does it matter if I have to relinquish the name of God?"

The God of War stretched out his arm, his fist clenched, his blue-purple hair flying wildly with the surge of magical power.

"Fear me, unknown saint! Tremble with me, saint! I am the strongest, and I hold all victory in my hands! All victory belongs to me!"

"Fear those with wings. The evil ones and the powerful ones, all fear me who has wings! My wings will bring you curses! The evil ones cannot hit me!"

Using the Phoenix incarnation, he possessed divine speed, and the young war god approached the saint almost instantly.

However, facing the approaching God of War, the Sage's expression remained gentle, showing no intention of backing down.

"Westernists should be made to feel love!"

He said this with a sigh full of sorrow.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the book he was holding vanished.

With feet slightly apart, assume a lunge position and raise your hands.

His previously thin frame suddenly developed muscles, becoming much stronger. He no longer resembled a believer serving God, but rather a ferocious humanoid beast!

Immediately afterwards, the saint clenched his two "compassionate" hands, and just as Vereslana reached him, he seized the opportunity of the God of War slowing down and fiercely unleashed his compassionate power upon the God of War's handsome face!

Then, with two hands like eagle claws, they grabbed his head and simultaneously bent their knees, slamming his face hard against their knees!

You can't judge a book by its cover!

The way he held the book in his hand just now was extremely deceptive; otherwise, Vereslana wouldn't have approached him so quickly!

With this level of hand-to-hand combat skill, even in a head-on confrontation, Vereslana cannot guarantee a victory.

Caught off guard, Vereslana was hit directly, his head almost blown off!

Who would have imagined that this seemingly frail and gentle saint could be so fierce yet so compassionate when he strikes!

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Chapter Sixty-Five: You seem to want to play him?

The mark of a bull with golden horns suddenly lit up on Vereslana's body.

There was simply no time to consider reciting the power of words.

In the close combat just now, I suffered a loss due to a moment of carelessness, and the initiative has already fallen into the hands of the other party.

The God of War's years of combat experience told him that in the time it took to chant incantations, his head might have already been smashed by the saint's compassion.

Without thinking twice, the fist, imbued with the power of the "bull," struck the saint's chin hard, trying to force him to release him.

However, to his surprise, the saint was even more ferocious than he had anticipated... He was completely unconcerned about the cracking sound coming from his chin, and instead lowered his head to smash his forehead against the God of War's head!

"boom!"

Both of them felt dizzy and lightheaded for a moment, and then they realized what was happening almost at the same time.

"Haa—" Vereslana roared, his two hands gripping the saint's throat tightly like iron clamps.

The saint's eyes were still filled with compassion and pity, as if he were not the one whose neck might be snapped at any moment.

“Repent, for He said, ‘Do not fight with others.’” He said with difficulty and love.

Then, the muscles in his arms bulged, and he went straight for Vereslana's eyes with both hands.

The military genius, sensing the threat of blindness, immediately changed his expression.

Although his body could recover quickly after being injured, he knew that if he lost his eyes at this moment, he might fall into the mercy of this saint.

So he had no choice but to release the saint's neck, put his hands together and raised them to protect his eyes.

"Where did you come from, saint?!" The bull and camel, capable of amplifying power, had already been used. Veins bulged on Vereslana's forehead as he grabbed the saint's hands and roared, "Are you perhaps Jacob?!"

Jacob was the ancestor of the Israelites. A man came and wrestled with him until dawn. When the man saw that he could not defeat him, he touched Jacob's thigh, and Jacob twisted his thigh while wrestling.

At dawn the man asked Jacob to let him go, but Jacob would not allow him to leave unless he received Jacob's blessing.

The man asked him his name and told him not to call him Jacob anymore, but Israel, because he had struggled with God and with men and had overcome them.

Jacob asked the man his name, and the man replied, "Why do you ask my name?"

So they blessed Jacob there.

Jacob named that place Peniel, which means "face of God," signifying, "I have seen God face to face, and my life has been spared."

James is a very famous figure in the biblical system because he was able to wrestle with God!

“Jacob is fond of fighting and wrestling; I am not like him,” the saint said gently, then grabbed Vereslana by the shoulder and slammed him to the ground.

However, Vereslana, who had used the powers of both the bull and the camel, was also incredibly strong. He grabbed the saint's arm and threw him to the ground.

Then, the two who had descended refused to obey and continued their fight in the manner of mortal combat.

"Pah!" After a long while, Vereslana finally broke free, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, rolled over and got up, glaring angrily at the saint.

then.

"Hahaha, hahaha, you're really funny. Without a doubt, you're a warrior too." Veleslana, who was gathering his magical power to prepare for a thunderous strike, suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter.

"I never imagined that this time I would be able to fight against people with physical strength to such an extent after being born."

He had been relentlessly pursuing the defeated war god, a slightly satisfied smile appearing on his face.

To flaunt one's strength, to achieve victory, to chase after the defeated, and to love fighting.

Although he looked like just a teenager, Vereslana felt his blood boil from the visceral, hand-to-hand combat.

It could even be said that even if he were to return to mythology, he would feel no regrets.

However, he was still somewhat dissatisfied.

"Although you can't tell from your appearance, you are a powerful warrior!"

"I am but the Lamb of the Lord," the saint replied gently with a loving smile.

However, there was a strange sense of loss in his words.

"Ha, that's really boring." The God of War shook his head, then slowly raised an arm, his smile gradually turning into a ferocious grin.

"Then let's start the next round quickly."

"Let me see whether I will continue to uphold the title of the strongest, or you will fulfill my wish to be defeated."

"Is it time to get serious? Very well." The saint sighed softly and took out the book he had been holding before.

Then, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he had made up his mind.

"Before that—"

He paused for a moment, then slowly shifted his gaze toward Lu Ye's location.

"Hiding to the side, they are like us, spectators who do not belong. When I truly begin to fight this heretic, there will probably be no place nearby where I can watch in peace."

"If you do not wish to be drawn into the fighting, please leave in time."

The saint spoke in a gentle tone, a completely different attitude from when he treated Vereslana.

Upon hearing this, Vereslana's expression immediately changed, and his eyes followed.

Then, he let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"So that's how it is. Comfort and victory have long since corrupted my will, to the point that I've lost even the ability to be vigilant."

Judging from the attitude of this mysterious sage, my preparations seem to have been somewhat useful.

Lu Ye thought to himself.

He would be regarded as one of the same kind by the God of Disobedience, but the God of Disobedience could not find out Lu Ye's exact identity and could only guess based on the power he possessed.

Therefore, Lu Ye deliberately altered the characteristics of the power within him.

Mars, the only disobedient god that Lu Ye absorbed, was originally a god related to agriculture.

Therefore, in order to lower the guard of these two disobedient gods, Lu Ye deliberately concealed all the characteristics he had gained from absorbing divine power, leaving only the features of an agricultural god, making him appear harmless.

Perhaps for this reason, the saint's attitude towards him seemed...to be slightly milder.

However, his disguise was no match for Vereslana, a seasoned military genius—

"Judging from your eyes, you could barely be considered a warrior." Vereslana glanced at Lu Ye, a pleased smile on his face. "Hidden here, is it to snatch victory from us?"

"A warrior?" Upon hearing this, the sage gently shook his head. "The other party does not possess the attributes of a warrior. It seems that he was able to appear in the world as a non-conformist because agriculture is praised and sung about. In that case, let him go."

"Are you kidding me?" Vereslana's face showed displeasure. "You want me to let a warrior escape?"

"All I see is that you are making someone who has no desire to fight fight you!" The saint's tone was somewhat enigmatic. "If that's the case, I might join forces with him to send you back to mythology first, and then do what I should do!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Degenerated into a Forged Scripture!

Vereslana could tell that his two compatriots were worthy opponents.

If it were someone else, they might frown upon hearing that two rivals were joining forces against them.

However, Vereslana is different.

What he has always possessed is victory; what he has always pursued is defeat!

"Then, give me battles that bring me pleasure, and defeats that satisfy me!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his blue-purple hair flew around as the magical power surged.

"You have broken the covenant, bringing evil to the world. The Lord says—sinners must be punished. Shatter their backs, tear out their sinews, hair, and brains, and trample their blood and dirt together. If I am one whose sharp teeth cannot approach, then I will obey the Lord's words and give the one who broke the covenant a crushing hammer!"

"I hate these guys who only care about fighting and can't see anything else." Lu Ye stood not far from the Saint, but carefully maintained a certain distance from him.

After all, he still remembered how that seemingly frail saint had reacted with a series of "Ora Ora" sounds when he attacked.

The saint who raised his fist was, in his eyes, equivalent to Salvatore Tony wielding a sword—both were people he needed to stay away from as much as possible.

Moreover, he did not believe that this saint was trustworthy.

Accompanying the appearance of the God of War's words was a deafening explosion.

Immediately afterwards, a massive black wild boar, which had been touted as being over twenty meters tall, emerged from underground.

"Roar—" The wild boar raised its head, its two sharp tusks pointing diagonally to the sky, and let out a series of roars.

Then, the wild boar swayed its limbs and charged straight towards Lu Ye and the Saint.

It smashed trees and rocks along the way to pieces, but this did nothing to slow its speed.

The sage glanced at Lu Ye and noticed that he didn't seem to be making a move, and immediately understood.

In his hands, the tattered book slowly turned the pages, stopping automatically on a certain page.

"The earth will split open for those who love war, and they will be plunged into it. They will never have peace—"

The words, which sounded like an accusation and a plea, were read aloud by the saint.