"Click, click"

It was the annoying sound of a bloody piece of flesh sliding to the ground.

"For ...... Why?"

Fran, who had stretched out her arm, had her eyes wide and her stakes nailed to the ground, at a loss.

Not far in front of her, the furan who had been locked up from behind her, had been "destroyed" into a mess of minced meat, spread all over the ground under Suwako's feet. And Suwako, who should have been wiped out together, was miraculously unscathed, and there was not even a single blood stain on his clothes.

"Why didn't you destroy it? Why?"

Fran was in a state of confusion.

For the first time since she had gained the power to destroy everything, someone had survived from her clutches. Fran was startled at first, and then she became interested in the little girl in front of her, who was about her height.

"Interesting, funny!" she thought, "this guy is special, I don't know what makes it so special, all in all......"

"It's worth killing!"

"You seem to have the ability to destroy matter by some means!" said Suwako, dusting off her shoulders and calmly, "and, as I expected, it has no effect on me." ”

Flandoro noticed that a faint white light emanated from Suwako's body, covering her like a film, adding a bit of "sacred" aura to her. Now she doesn't look like a mortal anymore.

"I am an indigenous god. Suwako continued, "I exist because people believe I exist. You can see me, because I have allowed you to see me. I am pure, an aggregate of faith hearts, with neither body nor soul. Therefore, you can't kill me. ”

"'God' is immortal. ”

Fran's body trembled slightly, and the upper and lower rows of teeth clenched together tightly, crunching. A heavy snort poured out from the depths of her nostrils, "purring", like the low roar of a red-eyed bull.

Now, she fully understood that her opponent was a god who had been faked.

So the question is, what color is God's blood?

"Bang!"

A small explosion that was loud, in fact, it was nothing more than the sound of Fran stepping on the ground.

The two remaining clones attacked Suwako one left and one right, as fast as two cannonballs, and came to her in the blink of an eye. But he saw Suwako standing there, and stretched out his hands forward unhurriedly.

The next moment, the two Fran's heads hit her palms straight up. The scene looks comical, like a piece of iron being drawn onto a magnet. In fact, Suwako just happened to place her palm across Fran's path. Just a light block, you don't have to do anything, and the enemy will hit the muzzle of the gun by itself.

As the saying goes, "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who wish to take the bait", there is a fast way to play, and there is a slow way to play. Responding to all changes with the same, I am as immobile as a mountain, this is the wisdom of the mountain god, and the young and impulsive Fran is naturally incomprehensible.

"Click", "Click"

Two crunchs.

Suwako pressed her hands back, and folded the necks of the two Frans in half, and the bending angle was called a "weird".

At this point, the four clones that Fran had separated from had been wiped out. However, the battle did not end there. Suwako suddenly felt that her hands were light, and she saw that the two heads that she was pinching in the palms of her hands, along with the lower bodies, turned into black and red blood, flew up, and left her.

Not only that, but even the puddle of scraps of flesh under her feet, as well as the corpse with a broken head, turned into blood and followed. The four filthy streams converged in mid-air, and eventually gathered into a new Flandorew.

"Is this the 'essence'?" Suwako muttered as she looked up at the other person's posture, "One is divided into four, four is one, and the union is the division, and the division is the union." ”

One sentence broke the mystery of Fran's "fourfold existence", however, this sentence did not attract the attention of Fran himself. At this time, she had fallen into complete madness.

No, it's not so much crazy as it is, it's in her nature. Killing and destruction are the purpose of her existence, and she was created for this. She had been suppressed for too long, like a caged bird, and her long captivity had made her almost forget how to fly.

Now, it's time to spread your wings and soar.

Fran's face was distorted, and the delicate face of a puppet was gone, replaced by a hideous, terrifying face like a jackal. Whether this expression on her face represents anger or joy, I'm afraid only she knows.

"You're so pathetic......"

Suwako looked at her appearance and shook her head regretfully. In response, Fran raised her left hand alof, her fingers outstretched, as if touching the dome of the day.

"Flame...... Storm!"

It burned, the sky and the earth, the autumn wind and the sunset, everything burned at this moment. Flames burst out of Fran's palm, swirling and spreading around her, sweeping through the courtyard. Wherever the tongue of fire passed, the ground was scorched, and not a single inch of grass was left.

In that whole scorched black land, there is only one white spot, and it is Suwako, who is covered in white light. The native gods were standing peacefully on the scorching earth, not a single hair burned by the flames. As soon as she closed her hands, and as soon as she opened them again, a green, shimmering water balloon appeared between the palms of her hands.

"Emerald Splash!"

The soldiers will block, the fire will come, and the water will flood.

Suwako's arms were completely open, and the water balloon floating in front of her chest burst open, forming a raging torrent that rushed away in all directions. This water polo was no bigger than a volleyball, but the water that burst out was like an ocean, endless, and in an instant, it filled the entire courtyard, giving a sudden brake to the spreading fire.

Immediately afterward, Suwako raised her arm again and clenched her fist into the air, when a fountain emerged from the knee-deep water. This spring water was about ten meters long, and it turned into a giant hand in mid-air, heading straight for Flandore in the air. At this time, Fran had not yet eliminated the spell in his palm, and he couldn't dodge it for a while, so he was tightly grasped by this giant hand of water.

"Uh......h Gollum!"

The cold water poured into Fran's mouth and nose, giving her boiling hot blood a strong cooling. In the past, these flowing water could make her miserable, but now she has long lost the weakness of flowing water, and at best she is out of breath.

Fran moved her limbs and struggled desperately, but the emerald green spring water was like superglue, and she couldn't shake it off. It wrapped around her body so tightly that it didn't give her the slightest chance to escape.

"Water can carry boats ......"

Suwako said expressionlessly, clenching her fist to the sky.

"Or capsize!"

The giant hand that held Fran shrank by more than half at once, as if the water that made it up had suddenly evaporated. Actually, it doesn't lose a drop of water, it's "compressed".

It was crushed into an extremely dense liquid coffin by the divine power of this Suwako.

"Woooooooooo

Flandoro's screams came from the water. Her chest was visibly sunken in a large chunk, and blood poured out of her mouth and nose, staining the dungeon with a few strands of scarlet.

Water pressure is one of the most irresistible forces on the planet, whether it's steel or rock, it can crush everything if it's deep enough. What Flandorow experienced at this time was the kind of cold and bone-eating despair when she was at the bottom of the sea for 10,000 meters.

"The reason for your defeat ......" Suwako said mercilessly, looking up at Fran's miserable appearance, "just picking the wrong opponent." ”

"It's over. ”

These three words are eulogies.

Suwako's fist swung downward, and the water cage fell sharply down with her movements, slamming into the water, and then exploded throughout, stirring up waves and mist.

"This time, it's really over. Suwako was so sure.

The water pressure must have crushed Flandro's bones firmly, and even if it didn't smash her into meat sauce, it would destroy most of the organs in her body. Now Fran, even if the mission is not dead, it is impossible to have the strength to fight again, physically, and even more physically.

Yes, I have already won, I have won a big victory, and if this is not a victory, then there will probably be no victory in this world...... Suwako, who is so convinced, still underestimates vampires too much......

No, she underestimated Flandrew Scarlett's strength.

"Puff ......"

The sound of water sounded, and a ripple that shouldn't have existed spread over and pounced on Suwako's thigh—a strange thing she certainly hadn't missed.

"This ...... Wouldn't it?"

She looked at the white mist in the distance, and muttered in her heart.

As the fog thinned, a black, winged figure gradually emerged. As soon as she saw it, Suwako's heart fell into the ice cave with a "pop", and her brows became tighter and tighter.

When the white mist cleared, Fran's figure was clearly displayed in front of Suwako's eyes. Her body was in tatters and devastated as if it had been run over by a truck. Her neck was broken, her legs were so badly deformed that they could barely support her weight, and her left arm was a rather severe open fracture, with broken bones piercing the skin and sticking out, looking terrifying.

Fran's eyes lacked brilliance, as if she had lost consciousness. But she did stand again, and although she was shaking, she remained in a standing position and did not fall. What was it that sustained her? was it will, or instinct, or something else, something more powerful?

Suwako didn't understand, and she didn't care very much.

"Courage is commendable, but ......"

Again, she held out her hand to Flandrew.

"It's just two more finger movements. ”

That's what Suwako said, and that's what she thinks.

She was wrong.

Ripples, ripples in circles and circles, centered on Flandrew, spread out in all directions. At first, Suwako thought it was a reflection of the water, but she soon realized that she was wrong. This ripple is colorless and formless, like wind and water waves, it doesn't seem to be fast, but it seems to be able to suck out people's souls, as long as you look at it, your own movements will unconsciously slow down.

No, it's not that I'm slowing down!

Suwako remembered this feeling, a thousand years ago, when she was defeated by a foreign god on her own turf.

This is the illusion that arises when the speed of the body cannot keep up with the speed of the mind!

The impact of this ripple, every slightest, Suwako saw it clearly. I saw it clearly, but I couldn't hide from it, and there was no reason to avoid it.

Today, Flandoro Scarlett's quickest and deadliest blow is looming. The next moment is when the winner is revealed!

"Knock, knock!"

At this moment, two large pillars suddenly fell from the sky, and at the two of them, Suwako and Flandoro, they were two Tarzan blows, and they were pressed to the ground, unable to move.

The ripples disappeared, the battle was over, and the winner could not be separated after all.

Judging by the situation at the time, Suwako felt that she should be the winner. But in the end, the series of ripples played by the unconscious Fran added a bit of suspense to this battle.

That blow, Suwako knew very well in her heart that it definitely had the power to knock out with one blow. If this battle had not been interrupted, it was not yet known who would have died.

"What the hell is that 'ripple', magic? It doesn't always feel like it......" Suwako thought, "Could it be that thing...... It was a pleasant surprise......"

"Dead cub, do you want to tear down the shrine!"

The familiar roar that sounded above her head interrupted Suwako's train of thought and pulled her out of the arena completely. She was pressed by this pillar, raised her head with difficulty, and opened her mouth to say:

"Gurgling ......"

Oh, and she's now below the surface of the water, by the way.