Infused with a large amount of qi and blood, the entire Enpsa armor seemed to be half activated, and every part was constantly changing and twisting.

Rumble!

The power that had been accumulated for hundreds of years all exploded at this moment, and the blazing magma erupted from the bottom of the sea, instantly shattering the entire Crete island, and a powerful force rose into the sky, directly tearing the light curtain that covered the sky and the earth to pieces.

Izhak was floating in the air at this time, looking at the scene of the destruction of Crete with a hideous face, and the holy weapon in his hand emitted a soft light, so that even the fog could swallow him.

"The Sacred Weapon is the glory in the hands of the true god Ananke, there is nothing in this world that can destroy it, as long as you die here, everything will eventually fall into my hands!"

Kratos only felt that he was in the middle of a stormy sea, and the unbearable heat came from the armor that wrapped his body, as if it was about to burn him directly to ashes through the protection of the armor.

The Enpsa Armor was once a human hero, the most powerful magic tool held by the powerful man Maklov, who was a thousand enemies, and no one could match it in the continent for a hundred years, and it had extremely powerful defensive capabilities.

But what Kratos is facing is the power of heaven and earth that can destroy an island that supports tens of thousands of people, and in the raging power of this force, the surface of the armor as hard as metal shows signs of melting, and the liquid liquid is instantly vaporized by molten slurry before it drips.

The Epsa Armor is like a living creature, fueled by Kratos's blood and blood, but the growth rate cannot keep up with the destruction of the rolling molten lava, and if this trend continues, it will not be long before Kratos and Gaunt will be burned to ashes by this terrible heat.

Kratos had a serious face, his mind always remained calm, and when he saw the light curtain that had been supported for a while and was shattered by the impact, his heart moved, and he tried all his strength to make himself surging in the direction of the molten lava towards the sky.

"The golden light curtain is formed by the lives of countless believers and the power of the holy weapon, it has a more powerful and mysterious effect than the red soul, as long as you devour it, you can get enough power to survive in the power of heaven and earth!"

Kratos once slaughtered the all-powerful knights of the Cult of God and devoured the golden light containing divine power in it, and his body, qi and blood were greatly nourished. Now that this curtain of light that covers the sky and the sun is shattered, there are more than tens of millions of golden lights left, and all the essence of thousands of fanatical believers can be compared to the qi and blood of tens of thousands of elite soldiers, which is about equivalent to the entire strength of a thousand-strong person.

Kratos is like a fish barely moving forward in the stormy seas, constantly searching for broken golden light in the molten lava, and with each bit of devouring, his strength grows by a point, and even the speed at which the Epsa armor on his body is melted more and more slowly.

In the end, even the armor of Empsa, which was originally full of blood, was dyed with a layer of gilded color, resisting the power of molten slurry from erosion.

Kratos felt his heart beat more and more violently, and the blood from all over his body was squeezed out of the chamber and finally poured into the nearby lungs.

The lungs are important organs that control the breath of the human body, pass through the limbs, and strengthen the breath. As more and more qi and blood and golden light were devoured, Kratos only felt that the rhythm of life in his lungs was becoming clearer and clearer, as if the spirit of the lungs hidden in it was about to be conceived at any time.

"Qi and blood are perfused, giving birth to the spirit of the five internal organs. ”

The tens of thousands of humans in the entire island of Crete, as well as the hundreds of powerful monsters that died nearby, emitted an endless amount of red souls, and coupled with the golden light full of divine power, Kratos almost didn't spend much effort to plunder enough qi and blood for his lungs.

"Qi and blood are unimpeded, the heart and lungs are connected, and the spirit of the five internal organs is conceived!"

Kratos' body shook, and his entire lungs seemed to have been reborn, constantly accumulating qi and blood from his heart.

Now Kratos's body has reached the level of 20,000 horsepower, which is incomparably stronger, twice as much as before, even if he faces the Inquisitor of Orpheus again, he can resist head-on and completely crush it.

The molten lava ejected from the bottom of the sea is almost endless, this volcano that has been silent for hundreds of years, is now out of control, and the monsters that are waiting for the tide to come here are also affected by the pond fish, and a large number of monsters have died, and only a few lucky ones can survive.

Itzhak didn't expect the volcano to be so powerful, and he retreated several times in succession, until the fog completely obscured the solid line between him and the island, leaving only the vibrations and loud noises of the devastating force raging.

I don't know how long I waited, it seemed to be three or four days, and it seemed that more than ten days had passed, even if he had been nourished by the holy weapon and had gotten rid of the physiological needs of human beings, Yitzhak couldn't hold back the impatience in his heart, and the time had not passed for a minute, the more worried he became, the more worried he was, he was worried that the fragments of the holy weapon would be swept away by the impact of this explosion into the mysterious and dangerous sea.

Suddenly, the roar and vibration of the explosion weakened significantly, and Yitzhak, who was already anxious, hurriedly urged the power of the holy weapon to dispel the fog that blocked his way, until the island that had long been unrecognizable appeared in front of him.

The original island of Crete has disappeared and has been replaced by a vast lava layer of billowing heat and smoke that was formed in this way, perhaps centuries or thousands of years ago.

Itzhak nervously scanned around, trying to find any clues that might exist, and at this point he had no sense of precaution, because he was sure that no creature would survive under the power of heaven and earth.

But just as he approached the freshly formed lava layer, a figure suddenly poured out of the mist-shrouded seabed and slammed into it with the power of shattering everything.

"It can't be!"

Yitzhak knew the identity of the person who came immediately after just a glance, and he couldn't help but scream out loud in horror.

But Yitzhak only had time to scream before he was slammed into the air by this figure, and the huge force directly smashed the layer of golden light on the surface of his body into pieces.

"Spartan, you are still alive, and even bigger than before, this is impossible!"

Kratos was expressionless, his feet pierced the winged boots and trampled in the air continuously, and in the blink of an eye, he chased in front of him, and in the violent beating of his heart, the equivalent of 20,000 horsepower of qi and blood surged out in an instant, and finally formed a force that destroyed everything, and smashed into Yitzhak's body with a punch.

"No!"

Yitzhak's face was distorted, his eyes were round, and in his last scream, the whole person was blown away by this punch, and his skinny body did not even have the slightest ability to resist, and instantly shattered into a sky of blood.

Kratos must be cut to the roots, only to see the curse tattoo on his face visibly red, the power that can desecrate the soul and devour the essence of the dead surges, threatening to swallow everything after Yitzhak's death.

"Spartan, I will not let you go, all the power and honor will one day return to my hands!"

Yitzhak's voice rang out suddenly, and his soul had somehow fused with the mutilated Hallows and flew towards the sky with the Hallows at some point.

Kratos continuously urged qi and blood, and actually temporarily condensed a giant's hand composed of qi and blood in the air, and grabbed it towards the holy weapon that hid Yitzhak's soul.

Yitzhak also knew that he had reached the critical point of life and death, and he desperately burned the power of his soul to maximize the power of the holy weapon, only to see that the golden light suddenly accelerated before the giants were about to gather, and completely disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Kratos looked expressionlessly, silently looking in the direction where the golden light had disappeared, knowing that even if he caught up, it would be in vain, so he turned around, reached out in the air, and used the power of qi and blood to scoop Gaunt out of the sea.

By this time, Gaunt had regained his senses, and when he saw that his hometown was completely gone, his heart stopped beating for a moment, and now he just looked at everything in disbelief.

Kratos looked at Gaunt's reaction, and suddenly said in a cold tone: "The name of that person just now is Yitzhak, the chief priest of the Orpheus Sect, although I have blown his body up, but his soul is still remnant by relying on the holy weapon. ”

Gunter's eyes instantly ignited the fire of hatred again, and Yitzhak's well-dressed and sanctimonious appearance clearly appeared in his mind, and at this time he had only one desire, that is, to kill the culprit who destroyed his hometown like a monster, cruelly.

Seeing that Gaunt had re-established his goal, Kratos said no more, and he took one last look at the lava layer that had completely calmed down, and then summoned the Gray Griffin Beast Spirit, and led him and Gaunt into the undispersed mist.

In the fog of his fingers, Kratos flipped his palm and saw a mutilated artifact made of two half-moon rings lying flat on it, one of which was more special, with mysterious patterns carved on it, but the meaning of it was incomplete.

Although there are only two pieces, not even half of the mutilated holy weapons, they have been able to exert some magical mysteries, and Kratos just holds it in his hand, and he feels that his five senses are clear, and he can distinguish the order and direction, unlike before, when he was completely unable to distinguish between up and down, front and back in the fog.

At this time, Kratos has already given birth to the spirit of the lungs, and the breath is long, almost unbreakable. He suddenly exhaled his breath from his abdominal cavity, and the violent air currents spewed out almost endlessly, blowing away all the fog that obscured his vision in front of him, and a brief blank area appeared.

Kratos continued to cast, and in an instant, an inexplicable air flow set off in the air of the Endless Sea, sweeping away the surrounding fog, gradually revealing the hidden scene behind it.