Marven looked at the flesh and blood figure in front of him, at the pitch-black helmet, the wings as deep as night, and the steely body.

It says the other person's name in an emotionless tone.

"Griffith of the Eagle Order, angel walking on land, welcome to my ballroom."

"Your ballroom? It is really self-aware to invade my lord's territory and dare to boast of such self-esteem. ”

Griffith, who was as deep as a shadow, spoke in an unkind tone, unabashedly expressing the disgust in his heart.

"I wanted to catch a few Bright Crusader rats, but I didn't expect to find you guy, wantonly modify the system to this point, and steal 'that thing', it's time to get rid of it."

Griffith casually grabbed a wine glass from a nearby wine table.

Black threads spilled from his fingers, and the transparent goblet twisted into a ball under the pull of the black thread, and finally turned into a blade that glowed with cold light.

I saw that with a flick of his fingers, the blade flew straight towards Marven's round head, but was hit by a bullet halfway through and exploded to pieces.

"Shattering Bullet, you want to hunt angels?"

The black Griffith looked sideways and saw a man who looked like a boss was aiming a cigar at himself with a gun, and the men in black next to the man also fanned out in a fan, posing as if they were ready to attack.

As for the remaining NPCs in the ballroom, they stood between Griffith and Marven, and it was only then that Marven said again:

"It's just a little bit of self-preservation."

"Actually, you don't have to waste time with me, what I took was just for a small experiment."

"Your Lord knows who the real opponent is, neither us nor the Rouge Crusade."

Marven said and raised his finger to the sky: "It's a stargazer hanging from the sky, why don't we cooperate once?" ”

Griffith didn't reply immediately to Marven's proposal, he looked up thoughtfully.

It took a while to reply:

The Lord answered.

Marven's dark green eyes flashed, and he seemed to be expecting Griffith's reply.

"The reply was only two words." Griffith said and raised his hand to the sky before continuing.

"Destruction."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the NPCs fired their guns, and the bullets that shimmered with dark red light intertwined into a web of fire and headed straight for Griffith.

Griffith didn't panic when he saw this, for an even larger, twisted hole had suddenly formed in the ceiling where he had raised his finger.

A large number of massive, inhuman-like monsters poured down, and they formed a wall of flesh without fear of death, resisting all fire attacks.

Griffith walked leisurely towards Marven in the midst of the chaos, completely unaware of his minions being torn to shreds by the Destroyer Bullet.

After all, every time a monster falls, more monsters fall from the sky, but those NPCs with guns lose a share of firepower for each fall.

The victory or defeat of the ballroom battle is already self-evident.

Marven looked at the fallen NPCs, it shook its round head helplessly, and electricity began to surround its body, as if it was preparing to teleport.

Seeing this, Griffith was still unhurried, as the two of them were only ten steps away, and he was confident that he would take down the other before Marvin teleported anyway.

At this moment, a young woman dressed as a bunny girl stood in front of Griffith.

The woman's face was slightly green, but the prosthetic leg of her left arm had turned into a sharp blade that glowed with black light.

The bunny girl slid the blade slightly, and the entire space in the hall seemed to be torn apart.

Griffith didn't stop, but snapped a name and continued walking.

"Zod."

A strong man nearly three meters tall appeared at Griffith's side on his knees, his face was as rough as that of a wild beast, and his upper body was not covered in wisps, revealing scarred muscles.

He carried a rugged chopping knife and rushed straight at Bunny Girl like a hurricane.

A tall strong man and a petite woman, the two fought like a tiger fighting a cat, the scene was chaotic, but neither of them could help the other.

Without this final obstacle, Griffith walked up to Marvin with ease.

Marven's eyes flickered wildly, and the electricity around it was surging wildly, but even so, the teleportation could not be activated immediately.

"Give up the struggle, your destruction is inevitable."

Griffith said as he raised his hand to Marven's round iron head.

The bunny girl not far from him frantically stabbed Griffith in the back of the heart, but Zode grabbed the gap and cut him off.

Griffith didn't care about the fight behind him, after all, as long as he caught the reckless robot, the battle here would be over in no time.

Griffith's palm fell, and the black silk thread on his arm was ready to attack like a poisonous snake, just waiting for Marven's body to make contact to erode the other party.

However, this palm fell short.

For the first time, Griffith's calm countenance was a little solemn.

He looked at his palm wrapped in black threads, which had obviously been placed at Marven's head, but there was no feeling of grasping the real thing in the palm of his hand.

"Illusion?"

Griffith's brows furrowed, he did sense Marven's presence through his angelic personality, but he couldn't accurately grasp the other party.

I am afraid that this effect can be achieved by pure illusion.

"Don't be surprised." Griffith looked at Marven Urn, who was 'penetrated' through the head by his palm, and said angrily:

"It's true that I'm not very good at fighting, but in some ways, I also have a similarity with the stargazer who hangs in the sky, and that's that we both have some clever means of escape."

Griffith ignored Marven's words, and he activated the threads in his hands, allowing them to pursue spirituality and explore the existence of their opponents.

At first, the black threads spread aimlessly in all directions, and after spreading to a distance of more than ten centimeters, as if they had found something, they began to suddenly reach the right side of his arm.

Griffith was about to rush to the right in the direction of the black silks, but saw that the tops of the black silks that continued to stretch forward suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

At the same time, he saw some other black threads appear out of thin air from Marven's left front, heading straight for the round iron head, and was finally blocked by the current around Marven's body.

Seeing this, Griffith's eyes rolled, and he instantly had his own guess about this phenomenon. "Spatial dislocation?"

As soon as Griffith's words came out, he immediately remembered Marven's first words:

"Eight times later than expected, but the time to come will still come."

So he went a step further and said:

"These are two planes close to each other, what I see is you in the other plane, and your real position in the plane with me is on my right side!"

Seeing this, Marven's eyes flickered and said:

"It's an angelic existence, and the mind reaction is superb, but I'll give you one more thing."

"It's not just the space that is misaligned, it's also the time of the two, for example, now, in fact, the teleportation has been completed."

As soon as Marven's words fell, he heard a snapping sound as if a bubble burst.

Griffith saw a blur of what was in front of him.

Then, when it became clear again, he saw that Marven was indeed on his right.

But that doesn't matter anymore, because the whole ballroom is now suspended in a passage of stars.

The walls of the ballroom had long since crumbled, and the remaining monsters within had been sucked into the starry passages, reduced to splinters in the endless void.

"This is the passage of the gods!"

Griffith was finally moved this time, as an angel could walk freely in the passage.

But he didn't dare to stay here longer, because he knew that at the end of this passage was the throne of God!

Seeing this, Griffith immediately made a decision, he split the void with his hand-turned knife, opened a gap full of karma and fate, and then, without saying a word, rushed into the gap with the immobile Zode.

Seeing this, Marven suddenly raised his hand and ejected an object, which disappeared into the gap with Griffith.

The rift of fate then closed, and it lost control of the projectile in an instant.

So Marven shook his head in the broken ballroom and said:

"Being able to manipulate time and space but not interfering with cause and effect, the authority of the gods is indeed different."

As he spoke, he pulled up the bunny girl who only had her upper body left, and said with infinite emotion: "Fortunately, that mission was carried out as scheduled, and I hope that little gift can give us more surprises." ”