silence!

In the colorful astral world, the gods of will descend into silence.

Endless panic accompanied by the burning of eternal flames, lingering in the depths of their souls.

In the field of vision, the shadows, the cracked south.

The space turbulence was raging, the terrifying red storm was reversed,

Ulysses, the Lord of Gluttony, was wailing in pain, his huge flesh and blood struggled and twisted, but the red flame seemed to burn eternally, burning the blood along the scars.

Letting the force of gluttony be washed and expelled is useless.

However, what trembled the most was the mortals standing in the center of the red flame.

Whether it is the dark evil goddess Loxani who holds the dark sun, or the corrupt Lord Nathaniel who sets up a wave of green plague in the heavy snow in the north.

Or other powerful Valoran Empire who were as bright as stars, shocked by the gods of order.

At this moment.

Not nearly as good as the mortal surrounding the flames.

Ulysses, the Lord of Gluttony.

A demon king named in the name of seven sins.

A terrifying existence that once destroyed countless civilizations and countless gods.

But today, under the eternal flames that filled the sky, they were defeated.

Yes!

The gods of Order have seen that the seriously injured Ulysses has no intention of continuing to fight, wanting to leave the shadow realm and return to the bottomless abyss.

The seemingly ordinary flame was burning his flesh and blood, burning the filthy blood in his body.

As for killing?

The gods of Order understood deeply how difficult it was to destroy Ulyses.

Even in the Order camp, if you want to solve a demon king, you need to make many preparations in advance.

Apart from the panic, there are many gods of order who are looking at the God of Power, Dunen, and the meaning of sitting and watching the show is obvious.

They are speculating whether the war god system, which has always been famous for fighting madmen, will give up the God of Power, Dunn, because of the Valoran Empire.

"snort!"

Dunen snorted coldly, his golden eyes fell to the immortal fortress below, and his expression was extremely embarrassing.

He regretted that he did not take action earlier and destroyed the former Valoran Corps.

"They are aliens, don't forget the promises of the gods."

Dunen spoke coldly, his eyes flashed across the gods, and then the golden divine light that descended thundered, leaving the shadow realm, escaping into the star realm, and disappearing.

......

Bloodsucking wilderness.

This divine land, which was manifested by the two blood clan ancestors, no longer looks like before.

The land watered by all spirits with flesh and blood was covered with sword marks. The blood flowing along the wilderness had long dried up, and countless bat corpses were piled up on the grass.

"Jax?"

Atoks floated over the sky, his wings covered with hot blood stretched out, causing a gust of blood.

He held a red giant sword in his hand, ignored the pale and weak-looking Mokawei and Tsmixi below, and turned to look south.

From afar, I saw Jax, who was surrounded by eternal flames, standing above the sky, as if he was the God of Tai Sui on earth.

"When will this guy be so powerful?"

On Valoran, he had heard of Jax's name when he was an Ascensioner.

Jax was not called Jax at that time.

"Sejax Cayu-Renz Icasson... The name is too long and I can't remember it very clearly." Atokes shrugged his shoulders and looked relaxed.

The reason I can remember is that in that war of conquest, Jax killed an ascensioner with his body as a mortal.

This made Jax's reputation instantly spread throughout Shurima and Ekasia.

Countless Ascenators wanted to solve Jax, including Atoks.

However, even though Jax is so powerful at this moment, Atoks has not lost his heart to challenge. Perhaps after the battle, there will be a competition that cannot be missed.

Withdrew his gaze, Atoks held the red giant sword in his right hand and held a bloody head in his left hand. The scales on his neck were shattered, telling him that he was beheaded by a sword.

"I never dislike the spoils."

Atoks overlooked Mokawi and Cimixi, who were curled up in the bloodsucking wilderness, and his murderous intention soared into the sky.

The secret skill of the Dark Seed is to shape flesh and blood and change blood, which allows them to master the power of life itself.

Just so happens that the blood clan is also well versed in the way of blood.

But now it seems that the confrontation between the two is over, and the two blood clan ancestors are at an absolute disadvantage. The blood essence in their bodies is almost exhausted, and their weak aura is as exhausted as if they are exhausted.

"Mr. Atoks, do you need help?"

A low voice sounded in his ears, and Atoks raised his brows and looked beside him, and saw a familiar figure in a blood-colored robe appearing in his sight.

“Vladimir?”

“This is not where you should come.”

"Sorry, Lord Yatoks." Vladimir stretched out his right hand stained with divine blood and licked it gently, his eyes also falling to Mokawi and Tsmith.

"I just think that the blood of these evil gods of the abyss tastes very good."

"Tsk tsk, are you trying to compete with me for the trophy?" Atoks turned around, and the red giant sword flashed with a bloody red light.

In the era of Darks rule, Atoks met Vladimir.

He was the first of his kind to be allowed to study flesh and blood and mutant blood magic, and his loyalty won the favor of the Dark Seed, and the right to use blood witchcraft and implement the Dark Seed's will for the inferior lives.

Now it seems that that idiot at that time seemed to have taught Vladimir too much knowledge of blood magic.

The sword light is undecided.

Atoks stared at Vladimir in front of him, and he felt a faint threat. The former slave seemed to have walked out of another bloody path.

Upon hearing this, Vladimir looked at Mokawi and Tsmith greedily, and said with a humble expression: "No, how could I compete with Lord Yatoks for the spoils."

"And His Majesty Modrian expressly prohibits any heroes from being hostile to each other."

"Of course, I will obey His Majesty Modrian's orders." Atokes turned around and stopped seeing Vladimir's hypocritical smile. He was afraid that he would not be able to help it, so he slashed it with a sword.

As if he remembered something, Yatox pointed out a way for Vladimir with a good intention.

"Go over there, maybe he will need your help."

Vladimir's heart moved, and after licking the divine blood of his fingers, he looked in the direction pointed by Atoks, and his expression suddenly stiffened.

Panthen!

The direction Athoks pointed out was the battle area between Panthen and the fallen god Alfred.

And Panthen gained an absolute advantage and beat Alfreid up.

This is natural restraint. Whether it is Alfred's depravity or spiritual battles, it is useless to face Pantheon.

The corners of his mouth twitched, Vladimir suppressed his anger, put down his hands, tidied up his somewhat messy blood-colored robe, and then walked to another battlefield.

Perhaps he would have the courage to face Panthen before, but far south, Jax, who ignited the sky, told everyone.

How terrible it is to be a mortal who is comparable to the gods!

Vladimir calmed down his emotions. Although there were no more evil gods in the abyss on the battlefield, those demon lords, or demon lords, were also good experimental targets.

If you are lucky, you can also extract some messy divine blood.

......

Fireworks are everywhere in the sky, litting the dim sky.

Not only the gods of Order understood, but Jax himself also knew that it was extremely difficult to kill Ulyses with [Ekasia's Last Light].

He looked at Ulyss' almost star-like flesh and blood body, looked at the scarlet compound eyes that were healing and recovering, and the moving flesh and blood tentacles, and walked in the air again.

Since he could not completely kill Ulyses, he decided to interrupt the backbone of the gluttony master.

Let him never dare to enter the territory of the Valoran Empire again.

Just as Svein said, the outline of the territory is not only outlined by the blood of soldiers, but also cast by the bones of the enemy.

Stepping into the sky, Jax waved [The Last Light of Ekasia], and the burning eternal flame seemed to be inexplicably pulled around him.

The power of the master is always in one's own body.

Counterattack storm rolls up eternal flames.

Jax was like a demon lord from heaven, with rising flames aiming at the panicked and embarrassed lord of gluttony.

Continue the unfinished battle!
Chapter completed!