The raging fire burned in a pitch-black flesh corridor, carbonizing the flesh around it, and the stench of burning permeated the entire passage.

Cervantes raced through the Leviathan's massive object, dragging a long, long-lasting stream of flames through the air.

The turbulent air flow wrapped in a thin layer of flames, surrounding this black dragon, and every step he took was like thunder, and all the zerg that had been mobilized by the master were crushed by him, and instantly turned into flying ash that swept in the wind and sprinkled to every corner of the road.

The meaning of madness came out of the black dragon's bones, and the Lord with powerful psionic energy had already sensed the madness of the black dragon as he began to approach it.

This black dragon is walking in a 'straight line' - it's not that there is no obstacle in his path, and it's not that the road he is taking is a straight line, but that he has the strength to walk in a straight line!

Whatever stands in the way of the front, as long as you destroy all of them, isn't it a road?

Faced with such an enemy, the Juggernaut hissed bitterly: "I curse you—"

The formless, massless, vast psionic energy converges towards the Juggernaut through a network of psionic energy that transcends time and space, passing through the flesh and blood of the Leviathan, without coming into contact with any matter.

Each of the thousands of Zerg contributed their little bit of psionic energy, and they didn't know why, but they knew it was the order of the Lord.

The command is supreme!

Whatever your tenacity may be, no matter how divine you may be, if you can wield divine power, if you are mighty—but can you stand alone against my entire race?

The soul of the master seemed to be burning, and suddenly bloomed with infinite clear light, powerful enough to make the three gods pay attention to it and understand the specific location of the master.

Even the gods with powerful divine power dare not touch such a vast and powerful spiritual power, no one can save you!!

Madness 'burns' with the soul of the Master, even if he is the commander of this race, even if the psionic network is based on his soul, but even he cannot mobilize so much psionic energy at once.

This means that He will be wounded and the Race's offensive will be disrupted.

However, he doesn't have time to care about it anymore!

"—Dead !!"

The vast and boundless sea of psionic energy suddenly surged, and the will of the Lord set off a terrifying wave, and the vast psionic energy that could shake the plane and time surged towards Cervantes under his drive.

But at this moment, smiles suddenly bloomed on the faces of the three powerful divine powers, and they reached out to grab them.

Their gaze penetrated the flesh of the beast, locked firmly on the being known as 'Juggernaut', and noticed the brilliant psionic radiance that swirled around him.

But without hesitation, he stretched out his hand without hesitation and pressed it!

...... No, what's going on!?

What's going on with these three gods!?

Their brains are sick!!

The Juggernaut let out a scream of disbelief, mixed with untold horror and shock.

He had never seen such gods, and they didn't care about themselves, didn't they look out for their own interests?

Why did they do this, and did the death of a legendary black dragon have a great impact on them?

These doubts of the Lord can never be answered, because the three gods directly defeated the vast spiritual energy, and the sudden explosion of huge spirits could cause them themselves to be violently impacted, even under the protection of the divine power shield, they also suffered a lot of trauma!

I saw that the divine power shield was suddenly shattered, and the zerg, who had appeared a little sluggish, suddenly became excited, and frantically vibrated their wings and crashed into the three giant gods who stood up to the sky and the earth.

Only the spiritual energy impregnated by the will of the Lord did not collapse, and according to His thoughts, it pierced into the black dragon's mind without stopping.

But before that, Cervantes had already taken off into the air, and endless flames erupted behind him, propelling his body to accelerate forward.

With a swing of his right leg, he sliced through the flesh wall of the chamber that wrapped around the dominant body.

Even if the nutrient solution with its own high pressure spewed out of the wide crack, it could not push Cervantes out.

When he slammed to the ground and looked up, the surging psychic energy happened to blast into his mind.

The master's consciousness seemed to follow this spiritual energy together, crossing into the soul of the black dragon, and saw the seemingly illusory, but actually tough silk thread, the end of the silk thread connected to another legendary powerhouse, so that she and this black dragon are like two sides of the same body, two bodies and the same soul.

As he walked on, he saw a golden emblem with a woman's face carved into it.

The emblem was dazzling, its main body seemed to be made of various precious metals, and it was dotted with hundreds of beautiful and luxurious gemstones, and at a single glance, the Lord could feel a powerful force rushing over his face and shaking his soul.

And through this emblem, the consciousness of the master began to rise upward, but he could clearly see the faces that were either surprised or excited.

Men, women, and children, many people, their eyes and movements froze, and although the expressions on their faces were vivid, they all froze, as if time had stopped.

In this moment, the Juggernaut felt the gaze of thousands of people, all of whom were watching Him, and they were pouring all their attention into Him.

The thought sent a shudder to Him, and he felt fear in it!

Then, time flowed.

"Up, !!"

Thousands of shouts rang out at the same time, arms stood up like a forest, and people waved their arms feverishly.

Their eyes reflected the reflection of the light curtain, and the picture in it was His appearance!

The cries of millions of people shook the mind of the master, causing him to wake up from a dream and cast his terrified gaze on the black dragon directly in front of him.

Latinia used herself as a server, using one of Cervantes' eyes as a camera, relaying everything on the battlefield in real time through the faith network.

The soul connected with Joanna, who is the 'god of the Internet', and spread the live broadcast signal to every church and every mobile phone.

The gods quickly passed the request for Internet access, and even provided divine powers, creating a large screen and broadcasting the live broadcast to all the people.

Whether it's a merchant or a doctor, a knight or a mercenary, a prince or a commoner!

They all looked up and watched as the black dragon broke into the beast's body and wreaked havoc and slaughtered, watched him survive again and again, and watched him break through all obstacles and come to the final enemy.

At this time, even the dullest person can't help but start shouting!

"—up!!

"Beat it!!"

One of Cervantes' fingers twitched suddenly, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed, and he could see that air currents were swirling towards him.

The breath returns to the body, just as his soul returns!

The blood vessels in the whole body suddenly beat under the cover of scales, and the muscles bulged again, extremely hideous.

Thousands of people shouted and shouted, and thousands of fanatical beliefs descended on the black dragon across a long distance.

Their minds sustained Cervantes and allowed him to break free from the shackles of death and return to the world!

"Seth, come on!"

The lively, always enthusiastic voice sounded in his ears, and Cervantes raised his arms with difficulty.

"Seth, come on!"

The cold, but always supporting his voice rippled in his heart, and Cervantes finally moved.

The nutrient solution in the chamber had already been evaporated by the flames that surrounded the black dragon, and it dried up to the point that only a piece of clump remained.

Cervantes clenched his fists suddenly, and the fire on his body exploded, surging violently, and the light and shadow swayed wildly on the surrounding flesh walls.

When the heat wave licked his body, the master's consciousness turned back from the horror, and the first thing that caught his eyes was those fierce and vicious eyes!

Seeing Cervantes take the second and third steps, the Juggernaut panicked and condensed his psionic energy again.

"I have the help of thousands of tribes!" he screamed, as if to crowd out fear.

"-How could you possibly win me!?"

Fierce flames shuttled rapidly through the veins, and the power of the explosion was stored and brewed in the body!

The black dragon opened its hideous and terrifying mouth, its staggered fangs and sharp teeth parted, and a hoarse voice gushed out of its throat: "You have it, and I don't have it?"

With an indescribable sparkle in his eyes, Cervantes laughed and laughed wildly.

The master's spiritual energy bloomed violently, but the figure of the black dragon also flickered.

All the surrounding images are stretched and stretched, as if pulled backwards by a sudden wind.

Only that clenched fist has always existed in the picture!

"Up, ——!!!"

As one arcanist once said, 'All miracles come from the soul'—a thousand beliefs that propelled that fist forward!

You can see ripples in the air, you can see if the real psionic energy has been pierced, you can see that the head of the big worm appears in front of the fist!

Cervantes threw a punch, and the flesh under the fist instantly exploded, covering every corner of the charred chamber!

However, the soul of the Lord has long since come out of the shell, it is only one of His bodies, and as long as the soul is transferred to the next body, He is not dead, and is still the 'Master'!

But with the sound of non-existence, infinite faith surged, and Latinia and Serena simultaneously unleashed an attack through Cervantes' body, piercing through the soul of the Dominant!

Juggernaut is like a poor man standing on the shore facing a tsunami, and in an instant he is swallowed by the waves......

He died, and the war was over!

And Leviathan let out a final cry of sorrow, and under the attack of the gods and the three gods, without the master to dispatch, the overwhelmed beast finally died.

Cervantes straightened, let out a long sigh, and closed his eyes, his expression radiant of exhaustion.

The war is finally over......