Isdamel is very strong, undoubtedly strong, indisputably strong, has entered the pinnacle of the warriors, and he has reached the limit of what mortals can reach, even in the face of the god's side level priests, he can seize the advantage to a certain extent, and take the initiative in his hands, so as to seize that insignificant chance of victory in the seemingly impossible.

However, his opponent ...... Not people.

Even if it is just a wisp of will, it is the will of the gods, the will of the most revered beings who stand on the continent of Aarens. Originally, there were priests at the level of the gods, and after being descended by that wisp of will, their oppressive power was even more infinitely raised, and they were watched by the eyes of the unfathomable flames like purgatory, not to mention the fighting spirit, even the soul would be completely frozen by the coldness contained in it.

But—

So what? The elven swordsman didn't know that the opponent in front of him was the will of the gods, and even if he did, his hand holding the sword would not waver in the slightest - as a true warrior, he would not care what kind of revered identity and terrible power stood in front of him, what he knew was that it was the enemy...... That's an enemy that must be defeated!

In this way, there is no need to hesitate, let alone hesitate.

All you need to do is ...... Fight!

An invincible enemy? In this case, it has always been just a false proposition of bluffing - how can it be concluded that this enemy is invincible without fighting, relying only on a vague feeling, and only relying on the words of others?

Only when you have really fought, only when you have burned everything you have fought to fight, can you really feel it......

It was like despair like an abyss!

That's right, the abyssal despair – it was this despair that Isdamel felt.

- The enemy's fighting skills are mellow and flawless, the enemy's strength is unfathomable, and the enemy's breath is incomparably long, and in the face of such an opponent who has no shortcomings and no flaws, and is far stronger than him in all aspects, it is a difficult task not to defeat, but to delay his pace.

But...... It's hard to achieve, not impossible.

Just dragging the other party's words, putting personal life and death aside, can still be done - thinking so, the elven swordsman did not take a step back, ignoring the raging flames and the increasing temperature around him, the two thin swords flew and danced, and the elegant and deadly sword dance appeared on his body, but all of them were blocked by the red humanoid in front of him with wings stronger than steel, and did not hurt the other party in the slightest.

But...... The speed at which the flames coalesced slowed.

Even the supreme will of the gods, in the face of such a brave warrior, is inevitably distracted.

The gods may be omnipotent, but now they are only a small wisp of will, which may be very strong, but it is not even the embodiment of a god, and it is by no means so strong that it is unreasonable—no matter how great and noble a soul is, it is now only subservient to the insignificant body of a mortal.

Soon, the will of the gods who descended recognized the predicament at this time.

And yet he ...... Perhaps his expression was still neither sad nor joyless, but he glanced at it indifferently, there was no killing intent, no hatred, there was not even the most basic self in the red pupils that were brighter than the flames, there was nothing in the void - and then, the spiral of the flames was annihilated, and the sky-high flaming sword was raised by him—

“Ossyo……”

Rhythmic but meaningless syllables spat out from Wei Qi's lips, and a voice without any emotion resounded in the sky, and the flames that covered the sky like dark clouds were all gone, except for the half-condensed flaming sword in his hand, and then slashed towards the position of the elven swordsman.

Although it is only an unfinished product, it is also a sword with no end in sight, and this sword slashes down, and the world seems to be split in two before your eyes...... No, it wasn't as simple as it seemed - Estamamel realized the problem almost the moment the flaming sword fell—it wasn't just him, it was the entire space, and the dodge he was doing in this space had no effect at all.

Is it just hard to resist?

Bitterness flashed from the corners of his mouth, and then ...... The flames consumed him.

The sword that slashed at him did not stop because of the achievement of its purpose, and the huge aftermath burned the earth into a shocking huge scar, and the high ground where the church had previously ambushed was slashed in two, and there was no life on the black wound except for the low and inaudible heavy gasp.

A little later, like a peeling scar, the charred embers peeled off from the mountain and fell to the ground, only to hear the earth-shattering sound that should be heard when the terrain was changed, but this loud noise, compared with the silent shock of the giant sword slashing down before, was remarkable to throw a grain of gravel into the already numb hearts of the onlookers - there was a little ripple, but it was just a little ripple.

However, just as everyone was distracted, the black spear sliced through the sky like lightning, nailing the crimson humanoid who had just been showing his might and defeating the elven swordsman who had entered the pinnacle of the mortal realm with a single sword, to the mountain wall that he had cut out himself!

"Sure enough," the crimson figure didn't seem to care about the pitch-black spear that ran through his body, but raised his head indifferently, and made a voice that couldn't distinguish between men and women, and didn't have any emotional color, "The guardian dragon alone can't stop you from coming. ”

"It seems that you know something," the figure of the black-robed mage suddenly appeared on the charred earth, and he approached the red figure nailed to the mountain wall step by step, and finally stopped under him, looking up at the will of the gods on the mountain wall, "However, for this time, I do not represent its will. ”

"Really?" The crimson figure lowered his head slightly, staring at the insignificant-looking mage below him, and after a long moment, he nodded solemnly, "The two rules coexist in your body, and you don't belong to either one side or the other - it seems that our original decision was not wrong. ”

After a slight pause, He said again, "So, Mage, why are you attacking me?" ”

"Why don't you make a discussion? You spare the Elven Mission, and I ...... and will not kill the wisp of will that you have descended. The mage raised his hand, without chanting or guiding, and the black coat of arms appeared out of thin air, turning into shackles of the law, locking the red human form nailed to the mountain wall, "You are one of the few gods I don't want to offend, after all, I don't want to be the next Arachne, adding a new chapter to your legend." ”

"Elven Mission." There was no questioning tone, but it was clear that the will of the gods was contemplating, but only a moment later he replied, "There is no problem, there is only one I must kill." ”

"A ......," the mage frowned slightly, "Who is it?" ”

"The inheritor of the primordial elven bloodline." The red humanoid said, "Only their blood is not allowed to flow on the earth. ”

"Exactly?" The mage asked in a deep voice, without giving a direct answer.

"The girl in the carriage," said the will of the gods, eyes burning with terrible flames staring straight at him, "you should know who I am referring to, only the inheritor of the primordial elven bloodline, the will of the ether has such deep care. ”

"Yes," the mage paused for a moment, then spoke in a brisk tone, "It seems that we are in conflict with each other, Great Lord of Destruction. ”

"Don't be swayed by mortal emotions, mage." The red humanoid didn't care about his words, and said to himself, "You who have already walked out of the transcendent path, there is no need for you to be bound by blood. ”

"It looks like we don't really have a common language," the ominous darkness flowed like mud in the mage's hands, and was eventually molded into a spear, a spear identical to the pitch-black spear nailed to the body of the god's will, "So, please die quietly here, okay?" ”

"It's a shame." An emotionless voice came out of the red humanoid's mouth, and the flames on his body suddenly rose up, burning the shackles of the law into ashes, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled out the pitch-black spear that ran through the place where the heart should have been located bit by bit, and the pitch-black blood at the wound was completely evaporated by the ubiquitous flames on his body before it could flow out, "Unlike the natives of this plane, I am familiar with you. ”

"It seems that there are many secrets in the original era change." The mage shook his head, the spear in his hand turned into a pitch-black lightning bolt, and galloped towards the red humanoid who had not yet completely broken free, "However, I am not interested in these secrets, so you can take your secrets and bury them here!" ”

"It's a pity," the carrier of the god's will pulled out the pitch-black spear nailed to his body, and then parried another spear that approached in front of him, and the huge impact caused the newly formed mountain to collapse into a huge depression, but he walked out unscathed, and only after the pitch-black spear in his hand and on the ground was incinerated in the flames full of divine power, he walked out slowly, "It seems that there is a war between us." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the crimson wings suddenly opened, and the color of the flames reflected a large expanse of the sky.

The mage didn't reply, but just stretched out his hand and spat out a mouthful incantation.

“Maya”

An ancient elven word that means void.

Almost as soon as the incantation was spit out, the space vibrated and the next moment, the two figures disappeared together, leaving only the devastated earth and the elves who had no idea what was happening.

Is it over?

The elves had just reacted from the change, but from each other's eyes, all they saw was confusion.

But soon, the sound of the uniform strides of the human hoplites came from the end of the line of sight, telling them—

It's not over yet.

PS: Just finished the code, finally no arrears.

PS2: It's a pity, no one guessed right, but this chapter also reveals the identity, so you should see it, right?