"They should have been my prey!"

Fiona looked at Garen's figure who was falling from the sky in front of her and frowned gently. The healing energy that was fed back had already restored the scars she suffered from.

"Here, those are your prey, if you want, you can chase them!" Galen was wearing a white gold armor, carrying the Storm Sword on his shoulders, looking casually at the evacuated Temple of Wealth and the Temple of the same power.

The fleeing look was like a stray dog ​​being frightened by something extremely scared.

"Really, I'll go back!" Poppy followed, holding Oren's Hammer. Hearing Garen's words, his plush and cute face was filled with excitement, and he wanted to chase the Legion of the Temple of Wealth, which could still see the trail.

With a "bang", the thick palm was placed on Bobby's head, gently pulling out Bobby who was moving forward.

Staggering, Poppy looked back at Garen and said in confusion: "What are you doing in Garen? Didn't you say you could go after the enemy?"

The Storm Sword was inserted straight into the grassland. Garen held the hilt with his left hand and twisted Bobby's direction with his right hand. He half-squinted his eyes and looked towards the northwest. The dark night could not see anything clearly, but he still looked very carefully.

"The outcome of fate is about to be decided!"

Fiona picked up the black silk gloves she threw from the plains, soaked in blood and became a little dirty, but she didn't care and gently put them on her white left hand.

Hearing Garen's murmur, she also raised her head and looked to the northwest, with ripples in her amber eyes.

.............

The environment of the plague Kingdom in which he was in was somewhat surprised by Modrian. It was not as terrifying as he imagined, but it seemed a bit strange. The dull purple light intertwined with stalactites and stalagmites, like a spectacular natural scene.

Is the interference of the main material plane, or is it the scene where the gods who hate plagues are only manifesting part of the kingdom of God?

These are leisure speculations, because the plague-loathing god in the distance is trapped in the battle of Gana, Drayus, Ash and Galio.

Among the many heroes, Ash's strong strength surprised Modrian the most. Avarosa's blessings and the ice power in Ash's body made her feel at ease in this battle.

The countless spores, myceliums floating in the air and hanging on the walls are natural targets and Asch's favorite offensive environment.

With Dryus and Galio ahead, and with Gana's assistance behind her, she can release her art-like sharp archery to the fullest.

[Scissor's concentration]!

[Swordsman's Focus: Passive: When a normal attack hits, the target will be superimposed with the [Full Concentration] effect. This effect can be superimposed. After stacking, the skill can be released and all layers of [Full Concentration] can be consumed.

Active: Within a certain period of time, Ashe will obtain an extremely fast attack speed bonus, and her normal attack will emit a gust of arrows, which will cause terrifying additional physical damage every time. During the duration of the active effect, Ashe will not stack the number of layers of [Concentrated].]

Zhenbing's bone-black cold was frozen through Ashe's body, but she had long been familiar with Zhenbing's power flowing into her body and used it skillfully, and it still hurt even if the cold was cold.

Ashe welcomed the pain in her body with her cold face without any turbulence. She used the biting coldness to abandon her inner distractions.

A crystal arrow formed by pure air conditioning appeared on the bowstring, as if born under the blessing of Avarosa. Ashe chuckled softly, looking at the spore mycelium that attacked Galio and Drayus, and let go.

Buzz!

The frost air drew beautiful lines in the cave, and then hit the target, producing azure-blue cold air to solidify the suspended spores and mycelium.

【Frost Shooting】!

Ashe maintained her elegant figure while dodging, with the sound of bowstrings constantly. Crystal arrows passed through Galio and Drayus like tracking missiles, shooting down all targets in the cave, clearing out the road to attack for them.

【Justice Strike】!

Galiomai walked on the road cleared by Ash, as if a wild beast was out of the cage, carrying a terrifying and powerful airflow, sprinting in the Kingdom of Plague. The stalactites along the way and the crystal-like spores were shattered in front of the huge body.

The dazzling golden light bloomed in Galio's eyes, locking in the sanctuary of the gods, and was avoiding Ashe's arrows with a cold look.

[War Strong Wind]!

Golden wings flapped, and a fierce wind swept through the broken ice crystals and descended into the cave. Galio took this opportunity to cross the distance of the Kingdom of God and raise his hard fist.

"Get out of here, damn Colossus!"

Grelas was no longer as relaxed as before. She was trapped in the quagmire and was struggling to move. The gray mycelium that appeared all over her body kept blocking the crystal arrows that were coming in a hurry.

She didn't want to dodge, and relied on the power of the divine body to ignore the crystal arrows, but the strange frost power contained in the arrows could actually affect the divine body. As a god with weak divine power, her life level is not something that mortals can imagine. Now, the immortal power has been inexplicably eroded.

"It's definitely a magical artifact, it's definitely a magical artifact!" Grelas looked at Ashe, who was keeping the extreme speed shooting in the distance, and the crystal bow and arrow that looked like a work of art.

"Sure enough, those little guys didn't lie to me, I had to get the artifact."

The desire for greed to appear on the beautiful face, Grelas no longer retains it, mobilizing the power of the Kingdom of God that has appeared in the main material plane.

The great power of the true god!

"In the name of plague, retreat!"

Transparent ripples suddenly appeared in the God's country, and a powerful force blasted the direction of Galio's advance, directly overturning the huge stone body.

"In the name of hatred, imprisonment!"

Grelas kept walking in Ash's direction, pointing his fingers gently at the fallen Galio. Countless gray spores entangled in their thick limbs and wings, extending from the cave walls like shackles, firmly trapping the struggling Galio.

"God, I'm not interested, chopping you to make me excited!"

Dryus held the Black Cutter tightly and ran along the path guided by Ashe towards the so-called God of Plague Abhorrence. As a rising figure at the bottom, he could not remember the noble name of the god, and just wanted to cut off the lofty posture.

【Eye of the Storm】!

The blue breeze gathered in front of Drius, surrounded by faint wind shields, and at the same time blessed the power from Garna.

"Get out of here, mortal!" Graylas looked at Dryus in front of him sarcastically, why did a mere human legend dare to participate in this battle of more than demigods?

"In the name of plague, extreme despair!"

The cave trembled, bits of gravel slipped down, and the dark green plague mist condensed out of thin air, bombarding Drayus like thunder, injecting the despair of the plague.

This is a divine spell that collects human emotions. If the goal of receiving the judgment of despair fails, it will be completely lost in despair until the soul is exhausted and decayed.

"Die in despair, mortal!"
Chapter completed!