"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

A few muffled sounds that were enough to crack the gold and pierce the stone came, and Acoste brandished two long swords and Baal's bone blade for a series of fierce collisions, the speed of the two people was already too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and the flames that rubbed out during the impact were like brilliant fireworks, and each impact had a powerful shock wave escaping, cutting the originally flat ground into countless cracks up to several meters deep.......

"Boom!"

The last collision, like a sudden earthquake of magnitude 7 or 8, a huge explosion appeared between the two of them, and the earth, which had been tormented, finally couldn't bear this huge force, groaned and completely collapsed, forming a basin of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.....

"Acoste!"

"Father!"

Several people who were watching this great battle all the time shouted at the same time, the power created by the two of them when they fought was too strong, and this was the result of their unanimous efforts, otherwise the old site of Baldur's Gate would have been destroyed a long time ago, and the entire territory would have been overturned by their battle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In a big battle of this level, these other people can't intervene at all, even if they are legendary professionals, rushing in is not much different from the group of ordinary soldiers below them, at this time, seeing the explosion caused by the loss of control of energy, they are all naturally upset, because these people ask themselves if they are in that explosion just now, they will definitely die.....

Thankfully, to their relief, two figures flew out of the smoke almost simultaneously, one after the other, and Baal's appearance didn't seem to change, but his shoulder was slashed, and the black blood of the true god was trickling down his shoulder.

And Acoste's appearance looks extremely miserable, his already tattered gladiator leather armor has been completely torn into strips of cloth in the explosion, and his body is also charred with countless pieces, and the most important thing is that there is a hole in his chest, and others can still see the heart of the half-elf sword saint beating freely.....

It is conceivable that in the place where others can't see just now, what a big crisis Acoste has encountered, as long as the hole deviates a few centimeters to the side, allowing Baal to stab the bone blade into the heart, then the half-elf is now a corpse, and the people killed by the artifact can't even be saved, because their souls have been absorbed into the artifact.....

"You can, the martial arts are very strong, and your own strength is not weak, but you are not the opponent of the gods after all!"

At this time, the eyes of the God of Killing turned back to scarlet, which showed that it had retreated from its berserk state, and praised in a deep voice.

"You may be glad I didn't hit you in the right place because my bone blade pierced you, but you don't have long to live."

"My bone blade is infused with the purest power of death, and it is also smeared with poison specially made by the goddess of pain, Lauviata, you can enjoy the torture that my weapon has inflicted on you, mortal!"

"Ahem, yes, I never said I could beat you, but it doesn't matter, I just need to be able to pierce your body."

The corners of Yacoste's mouth coughed up a little blood foam, in such a serious injury situation, in such a bad situation, he actually had the mind, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a ghostly smile.

"What do you mean by that?"

The God of Killing frowned, just now in the series of electric and flint exchanges, Baal no longer regarded the other party as an ordinary mortal, and now seeing that the other party was actually smiling at this time, his heart suddenly became vigilant.

"I say, as long as I can pierce you, that's enough."

The Half-Elf Sword Saint pointed at the other party's shoulder with difficulty, and Baal immediately frowned, his original huge shoulder armor had already been knocked off by the other party, and there was a very insignificant scar on his bare shoulder.

This wound is so small that even a mortal who is rubbed a little skin like this will not feel much pain, and for a true god like him, it is an injury that can heal at any time if he wants to.

It's just that.....

An incomparably black flame suddenly erupted from the wound on his shoulder like a volcanic eruption!

"You, no, how is this possible, when are you put, ah!!"

The face of the God of Killing changed suddenly.

He wanted to swing the bone blade to amputate the entire right arm he had been hit, but the next second of severe pain made his left hand, which he had managed to raise easily, instantly soften, and the dignified god of killing actually fell to the ground.

"Hahaha."

The half-elf swordmaster laughed unscrupulously.

"Isn't it painful, isn't it painful, you couldn't experience this feeling when you were a true god before, but now you can enjoy it as a saint."

"And let me experience the torture you brought me, I said, can you stand up first and repeat it to me!"

"Hahaha!"

Although the half-elf swordmaster himself was also weak, although he could only kneel on the ground with his longsword now, although Baal's bone blade also caused him heart-wrenching pain.

But he had already tried it, and there was a little advantage to being mortals, who had long experienced the feeling that life was worse than death, and the gods on high had never been, so they were less able to bear the weight of pain than the ants they looked down upon.

To be able to roll a Sage on the ground without falling down is definitely an honor that can go out and boast to others for a lifetime, even if it only takes a few seconds.

"Boom!"

The black flames were dispelled by Baal with his blood, and the King of Slaughter stood up again and walked in front of Acoste.

"Tsk, you have used extraordinary divine power again, I don't think you have any extra extraordinary divine power in your body, my black flame tastes good, remember, there is also a large part of your credit there."

He grabbed the silver hair of the half-elf sword saint and forced the other party to look at him in turn, but Acoste did not have the slightest fear, and was already teasing the god of killing so easily.

"I think you're dying, tell me when you injected the black flame into me? I give you a good heart, you are a respectable warrior, and I swear in the name of the Killing Throne that your soul will not be embarrassed after killing you! ”

"You're such a nice guy."

Acoste sneered, "Naturally, when you slashed me, when your bone blade pierced my chest, I took advantage of the situation and smashed the black flame into your body through the Ash Bringer, otherwise do you think you can cut me?" It's so innocent and cute. ”

"Why? You would rather die than consume my divine power, you should know that you can't kill me, so why do you still want to be my enemy, is there any point in doing so? ”

Baal continued to pull the half-elf's hair and asked, but a flat female voice answered Baal's question in his place.

"Of course it makes sense!"

"Mistra! You, everything is a secret trick! ”

As soon as the God of Killing heard this voice, he instantly felt bad, he subconsciously wanted to crush the head of the half-elf sword saint with the force of his palm, but a soft but unstoppable force forcibly peeled off his palm, and the soft body of the half-elf sword saint did not fall to the ground, but was gently lifted by a gust of wind and floated in the arms of a bewitching beauty in the sky.

"How's that, ahem.... You're losing, ahem, don't forget the bet. ”

Acoster's head tilted, and a large mouthful of black blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Bane's bone blade really didn't say anything, as a specially treated artifact, mortals would not be able to die if their skin was rubbed by it, and the half-elf sword saint could hold on to his immortality until now It was already considered his talent.

"Yes, yes, you're amazing, but you're dying, you gamble with your life just to win me once, are you really stupid or fake?"

Mistra's tone was a little angry, but there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes.

"Of course I'm a fake fool, you will definitely save me, don't talk about feelings, I helped you exhaust the divine power of the Sage Bal, and now he is just a legendary professional with slightly stronger attributes, you can kill him effortlessly."

"I have helped you take revenge in this way, solved the great trouble of your henchmen, and you can take away part of the other party's priesthood, divine power, and divinity, anyway, these things can't be obtained by people who don't become gods, and they all belong to you, such a big gift, will you still die for me?"

The half-elf sword master said with a smile, originally Mistra felt that the other party was a little underwhelmed by laughter, but now I don't know if it was under the rendering of blood or what, the goddess of magic actually thought that the way he smiled was very cute.....

"You clever man, yes, you have done me a great favor, so I will not only save you and honor your bet, but I will also have a greater reward for you, my warrior."

Mistra lowered her head, and her thin sexy bright red lips were imprinted on Acoste's mouth, and Bane, who was standing stupidly at the bottom of this scene, was stunned, Doris, Mavi, and Lavis were even more angry, and the sudden increase in attack power directly messed up Samastre and the other opponents.

The injuries on Acoste's body recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and what was even more amazing was that the set of equipment on the half-elf swordmaster that had turned into a beggar's outfit because of the fierce battle was also surrounded by a burst of brilliant magical aura, and his equipment that should have been eliminated a long time ago was restored as before, not to mention that the enchantment level had all risen by one level!

This is an absolute miracle!

Of course, this is definitely a miracle that only the goddess of magic can do!

I don't know the so-called people often think that the specialty of making artifacts is a necessary specialty for all gods, but it would be a big mistake, except for a few old gods and dwarven gods, only the forging body Gunde has this specialty, and the so-called artifact, it is not those gods who want to create it, and the achievement of an artifact, materials, forging environment does not say anything, a god needs to pay a lot of energy and price is absolute, a finished artifact can definitely make the gods weak for a long time, So even if they are as powerful as them, they won't easily make an artifact.

However, many people must be puzzled here, so since not every god uses the specialty of forging artifacts, why does each god have their own exclusive artifact in their hands?

This phenomenon is also very simple to explain, that is, the so-called artifact is not necessarily created by materials, it can be infused with divine power to become a second-class artifact [Pale Justice], it can be blessed with faith to bless such an artifact [Kasuomir], it can absorb the soul by killing people and thus make the weapon qualitatively change [Bone Blade], it can obtain power [Shattered Demon Crystal] by sacrificing countless powerful professionals, and it can be placed in some specific places for eternity so that the equipment itself can be promoted to [Dead Moon Orb].....

All roads lead to Rome, and there are many ways to create an artifact, but each one is difficult to complete.

And having said all this, what I want to express is that even a god can't sublimate the quality of a piece of equipment for no reason at will in a short period of time, let alone a piece of equipment.

In other words, Mystra is the biggest boss in charge of magic, and she can only use her hands and feet on the enchantment, and cannot change the series of bonuses that come with equipping its own material.....

But that's enough, Acoste is sure that the goddess of magic must be bleeding heavily to herself this time!

"Cheap people, all this is a troublemaker, don't you, first send this kid over to consume me, and then want to take the opportunity to kill me, you despicable and shameless rat, a lowly softie, you have a kind of confrontation with me, you don't even dare to do this, what kind of god are you worthy, you really smear the gods, you are a shame between us, I don't disdain people like you at all!"

The god of killing can be regarded as completely clear at this time, the other party is obviously a few streets stronger than himself in terms of hard power, and he is still thinking about tricks at this moment, this is like a college student beating a junior high school student, he actually sent a primary school student to consume himself first, and then came to collect people's heads when he had no strength, such a shameless thing, can this TM bear it?

"Finished scolding?!"

Mistra's face remained unchanged, and she stood quietly in mid-air watching Barr scold her like this, and only said something faintly when he finally stopped.

"Well, after scolding, if you are still a god, if you are still an upright person, you should let me go now, wait until I recover my divine power and fight again another day, and then we will have a fair and just duel!"

In the end, the God of Killing also made an application with righteous words, saying that he was not in a good state now, and he wanted to go back and rest and fight again at another day.

However, Baal was greeted by an arcane missile the size of a bucket!