In the mortal world, various city-states and kingdoms are constantly at war, and the general who commands the legion is the strongest combat force of mankind, and the strength of a thousand enemies can defeat an army of ten thousand people alone.

However, the generals and the strong will not make easy moves on the battlefield, they all sit in the Chinese army, drive the army with wisdom and means, attack the city, and fight with the enemy.

Because even if he has a thousand enemies, he is still a mortal, and under the siege of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, he will eventually show defeat.

When their qi and blood are exhausted and they can't drive their supernatural powers, that's when they die and fall.

In the kingdom of the heavens and gods, disciples are equivalent to the top figures in the world, the existence of great generals.

The word disciple represents the god you believe in and the god you belong to. The disciples represent the disciples, the people.

Although he is a disciple who has been cultivated in the Divine Sect and has unlimited potential, he is still a mortal existence after all, and he can only look up to the glory of the gods.

But once promoted to the apostle, it is really under one person, above ten thousand. Becoming a messenger of the gods means that the gods spread supreme glory in the world, and it can be said that half a foot has stepped into the realm of the gods.

Not only has the status changed, but even the power and even the form of life have transcended the scope of human beings.

Once promoted to the rank of apostle, one will be able to comprehend all kinds of powers that are only passed down in mythology, with the help of which they can reign on earth, represent all the divine rights of the gods on earth, and enjoy the worship of believers.

"Hmph, it's too much deception, no matter how strong you are, you're just in the same position as the apostles like us, and daring to face two apostles alone is simply killing yourself!"

The man in charge of the battle flag finally made a move at this time, and although he shouted angrily and loudly, he used all his strength, and there was no sign of arrogance or underestimation of Tyrone.

I saw that he smashed hundreds of faith crystals, and the huge power of faith burned in an instant, releasing a terrifying power, and the fluctuations of the divine power continued to spread, and the surrounding rock structures were shaken and fell powder.

"Djinn Seven Fists!"

Tyrone suddenly roared, his momentum exploded in vain, and his power increased more than tenfold in this instant, and the terrifying aura of the evil giant Ggantes even faintly overwhelmed the power released by the burning of hundreds of faith crystals at this moment.

"Hahaha, do you think I'm really arrogant and stupid? The previous shot was just a small test, and I didn't even have one-tenth or two-tenths of my strength, all I did was to paralyze your hearts, so that you still have the psychology of luck at the critical moment, otherwise you will fight to the death as soon as you come up, even I can't suppress you in one fell swoop!"

"Ah...... I have also heard the name of Tyrone, he is a believer in the evil giant Tagandes, but how can the power be so strong, this evil power is impossible to be allowed by the gods!"

"Hmph, what gods, only power is everything, feel the fist that even the temple of gods will tremble over...... Giants are born! Lord of the Earth!"

After Tyrone revealed his true strength, he didn't give the other party a chance to breathe at all, and the seven fists of the giant spirit were cast continuously, and when the second punch fell, the absolute violence directly dispersed the power of the burning crystals of faith, and even the battle flag representing glory and strength was beaten to a dull luster, and the main body was indeliblely wounded.

"Third punch, Wrath of the Titan!"

It was just a pause in breathing, and Tyrone's third punch followed, and at this moment, it was as if the heavens and the earth were on the eve of destruction, and the eyes were dim, and the ears were filled with roars.

Born in the purest blood of the king of the gods, Ouranos, the evil giant of the Evil Giant, inherited the dark side of the ancient Titans, and in the event of a fury, he will destroy and kill everywhere. It was only when the world fell into the brink of collapse that it was able to calm down.

"Ah, I'm not reconciled, we are all apostolic beings of equal status, above thousands of mortals, just one step away from stepping into the realm of the gods, how can we die here...... The crystallization of faith, burning with my soul!"

"Is it too late, give me a punch!"

Tyrone roared arrogantly, smashing all obstacles with a single punch, and finally landed on the two apostles.

"Humph......"

When Tai Zheng landed on the ground, his burly body could not even stand firmly, and he staggered back half a step before barely stopping.

Starting from his shoulders and spreading to his waist, the flesh turned over to reveal the bones and internal organs in his body.

Before the fall of the two apostles, the power that erupted was also said to have been injured by Tyrone, and the man who used the battle flag did not say a word from beginning to end, but at the last moment, he showed his ruthless side, giving up all possibilities of escape, and the fighting spirit was urged to the extreme, almost tearing Tyrone in half.

From the appearance of the two apostles to the pursuit of Tyrone and finally killing them all at the cost of serious physical injuries, only seven or eight breaths of time passed.

You must know that each apostle is an extremely powerful existence, and each has unpredictable hole cards, even if they fight alone, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, let alone die endlessly, until one side falls.

As soon as Tyrone made a move, he was able to achieve such a result at the lowest cost, in addition to his great strength, what was more important was his conspiracy heart that was very different from his appearance.

No one could have imagined that a burly man whose words and deeds reveal arrogance and rudeness would be able to brew a hidden strength in an instant, and he would not hesitate to defy the law to finally explode and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

Tyrone is still so powerful, so what a terrifying existence Volibel would be if he was able to bring him to his knees, even the patron of the Lord God who obeyed his word.

When Tyrone returned from injury, Voliber only nodded slightly, without saying anything, but the former didn't care at all, and just stood aside with his injuries, as if the fight he had just experienced did not exist.

Volibel glanced up at the passage that had been closed for a long time, and said lightly, "It seems that your servant will not appear." ”

At this time, there were only four people in the field: Volibel, Tyrone, Arras, and Ruochen, and the man with an ugly face who had been transformed into a child of the gods and demons, Mathuraton, did not appear for a long time.

Ruochen's heart trembled, but on the surface, he tried his best to show an indifferent appearance. And expected to explain casually, claiming that perhaps it was the blood of gods and demons in his body that caused an unpredictable accident.

To her surprise, Volibell only glanced at her casually, and then dismissed the question of Matheraton's whereabouts, and began to urge Aras to use his prophetic powers to guess the location of Solomon's Key.

Tyrone's power is invincible, and he can rush to the front and become the most powerful murder weapon. Anas, on the other hand, is good at prophecy and deduction, and is able to find a way forward in the unknown fog.

It can be seen that Volibel recruited followers with a purpose, and was bound to pick the final fruits of victory in this competition.

At this time, in a corner of the Grenia Mountains, a man with an ugly face and a slightly clumsy figure was struggling to advance through the tight corridor.

The hard rock wall rubbed its skin into tatters, and the green blood that did not look like a human was smeared on the rock face, leaving a long drawing.

Although this green blood was not as rich as the blood of the gods and demons in Volibel's hands, it did contain a meager essence of the blood of the gods and demons, and it was under the influence of this blood that Matheraton was able to find another way and open up another difficult path in a gap in the passage.

I don't know how long it took to make my way forward, but when the pressure finally wore off, Matheraton was enveloped in a powerful sense of weightlessness, and finally fell to a slippery, smelly ground.

Matheraton slumped up from a soft, half-dry ground with an ugly face, covered in a viscous unknown substance that he could smell the vomiting stench without even touching his nose.

The environment of this area is extremely eerie, and the surrounding ground and rock walls are covered with countless strange-looking rocks, and the surface is covered with a mottled gray color, which looks like some kind of chrysalis.

As a descendant of gods and demons, Matheraton was extremely sensitive to the desire for flesh and blood, and when it looked around, it suddenly had a bad premonition in its heart, which was so strong that it couldn't help but run away.

The seventy-two gods and demons were extremely ferocious in ancient times, and even the ancient titan gods were able to fight head-on. And Massellaton, as a descendant of gods and demons, was born with a noble bloodline, above the creatures of the Heavenly Divine Kingdom, and it was very rare for him to have instinctive fear.

His heart shook and his body moved, and Marcellaton did not pay attention to a single step, and stepped on a small but intact chrysalis rock, and the gray shell cracked, revealing a scalp-tingling scene.

There was still a slime left in the cracked shell that had not completely dried up, and in the ball of goo was a hideous insect, and the soft carapace that had not yet fully developed proved that it was an alien in its infancy.

What's even more shocking is that I don't know how many years after being sealed in the dust, the young child of this insect is still alive, although it is dying, and it can't even make a sound, but the slightly touched tentacles prove its tenacious vitality.

Hiss......

Matheraton only felt a tingling in his scalp, and he immediately turned and fled, the fragile shell shattered countless under his panicked collision, and in an instant, the smell of the unknown liquid filled the entire space.

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