In a very short moment, Scott appeared at the end of the trail, leaving Cell without time to react.

This, of course, is a "fact" seen from the perspective of an onlooker.

But from Cell's point of view, there was no process of Scott's attack at all, but a direct result.

As the black robe he was wearing was torn apart by an inexplicable force, the vague trajectory was redetermined, and several sword lights flashed one after another, passing through his wounds.

During the whole process, Cell's was frozen in the air by an inexplicable force. He could only move again after those sword lights burst out of his body in clouds of pitch-black and sticky blood.

It wasn't the power of Scott's "sluggish" origin, but pure swordsmanship.

It was an ancient swordsmanship left behind before the fall of the Lord of the Sword Throne. Determine the fact that the opponent was hit, and then generate the trajectory of the attack.

This kind of swordsmanship, which can disobey the law with pure skill, has not been learned since the fall of the Lord of the Sword Throne.

The Lord of the Sword Throne fell in the 61st year of the Divine Calendar, and even if you reach the Hall of Truth with pure swordsmanship, you have to live at least a thousand years to have this level of swordsmanship.

If it weren't for the talent of "born of light" that obscured Cell's form, Scott could have sliced his Yang Yanbang with a single sword.

After all, when swordsmanship is refined to this extent, it is already an alternative magic technique in a sense. A high-level divine skill can counteract a weak-level divine art.

But it's not too late. With a single sword, Scott slashed one of Cell's wings to pieces, and a large piece of tentacle debris fell in the garden below. Cell's volume was instantly reduced by a third, and black blood, as thick and smelly as oil, fell in the air.

Seeing that Cell's combat effectiveness is about to be lost. But Scott's offensive didn't stop.

He and Cell's old rivals are already old rivals, and they know how difficult Cell's immortality is. A few decades ago. Ser, who was still serving Enzos, was a human who had been abandoned in the White Tower and turned into a complete monster.

Although Cell's is still one cornerstone element away from truly awakening the origin. But his restraint towards Anvilia has been demonstrated.

With the blessing of the Son of God and the Elect, Anvilia and Scott did not leave the gold-level Cell, who was only a golden rank, inside the White Tower, and let him leave safely after demolishing a large number of buildings.

By this time, Scott had already understood that Cell was probably the hole card of the gods. Immunity to witchcraft and mana-stealing traits are too annoying, and his "chaotic" and "under-the-beaten" elements are too much to deal with......

- He must not be allowed to get close to Anvilia.

With a determination in his heart, Scott raised the slender sword wrapped in a white bandage in his hand and placed it on his chest.

The runes on his visor flowed four or five times faster, and the time around him suddenly distorted, stained with a dirty and dim color. Many distorted abstractions. Balls as soft as oil cakes, spikes, and plasticine-like clocks torn in half appeared beside him, spinning at different rates.

In Scott's vision, everything around him seemed to slow down many, many times slower, the shape of everything became blurred, and the mottled light and shadow made everything around him fluctuate as if in the dim water.

The only thing that is still normal is Scott, who comes out of the center of the twisted world.

Unlike Esther, who also needs to deliberately activate the Origin ability, Scott's Origin is a passive field type, which has been continuously used for nearly a thousand years. Already on the verge of spiraling out of control, it was effortless to activate the Origin effect.

Within five meters is Scott's burst distance.

Scott raised the white bandaged sword in his hand and slashed at Cell, who was frozen in front of him.

But the blade of his sword was as if it had slashed into jelly. Passed through Cell's body. It only left a vague sword light in the void.

Unsurprisingly, Scott continued to slash at the air beside Cell.

When dozens of swords were slashed back and forth, the blurred sword light completely covered Cell's side. Only then did Scott slowly raise the slender sword wrapped in white bandage in his hand and put it on his chest, and stabbed Cell.

The next moment. Overlapping swords poured out at the same time, even as Cell's best efforts to dodge. But it was still chopped into hundreds of black pieces of minced flesh and slowly fell to the ground.

The dozen or so attacks hidden in Scott's spurt are also superimposed by Scott's "sluggish" attacks.

But before Scott could catch his breath, at the moment when Cell's was cut into hundreds by him, a tiny pillar of light green light fell from the sky and shone on Cell, who had been reduced to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the pieces of flesh were revitalized and intertwined, and the black tentacles full of muscles and muscles formed a new body. That's huge meat that's constantly expanding. Ball.

Jet-black. Red. Densely covered with green tendons.

"Fooled, Scott—"

Cell's voice became sharper, as if he were laughing, as if it were just the wind howling. Just by hearing it, you can feel the pain of cold metal churning in your mind.

The aggregate of hundreds of tentacles was in free fall, as if thinking about what it was going to become.

First of all, let's grow wings.

He only thought about it for a moment, then made up his mind and pulled the bud out of the ball of meat.

At first, it twisted into the shape of a croissant, and after it swelled to the height of a five-story building, the two horns of the croissant suddenly erupted into a large number of tiny tentacles, intertwined with each other, and woven into four wings of flesh like butterfly wings.

With the thickness of these four wings, it is impossible for it to afford this behemoth. But it just stopped in the air.

Then, three pairs of scarlet eyeballs of different sizes, no eyelids, and dense bloodshot appeared on the surface of its wings, and the dim yellow light flickered brightly and flickered in its eyeballs, and the eyes were constantly shaking nervously, looking around.

The next thing you need is defense, and the ability to capture Scott -

With this in mind, it stabbed a large bony sharp spike in the middle of the croissant, and dense slender tentacles emerged from the gap between the spikes and the spikes. Their tip was a long, glowing nozzle with a large mass of poison needles around them.

Layers of scales rose from the twisted muscles exposed to the air. The inside is fine fish scales, then in the middle is a fine steel ball, and the outside is wrapped with a layer of steel plates.

In less than three seconds, it swelled to eight stories tall and fully armed itself.

Steel-armored jellyfish with butterfly wings - this twisted posture can only be described in this way.

It was a very different look than when Cell, when he hunted the Tree of Affliction in the City of Wealth.

"I suggest you die once, heretic—"

There was a shrill sound like metal scraping.

"If you can do it, give it a try."

Stepping on a small clearing that Anville had created for him, Scott scoffed and taunted without fear.

Having said that, a solemn look gradually appeared in his eyes.

It's only been a few decades. Cell's rank obviously hasn't improved in the slightest, but his strength has doubled or tripled.

The last time they met, Sail was still killed by him in an instant, and he could only rely on his immortal wretchedness to whirl the dregs. And this time, he was already able to put some pressure on Scott.

Moreover, there is also the priest of the goddess of life who does not know where to hide...... If you don't get her, Cell's side won't be able to kill her at all.

"It's too slow."

Scott scoffed, and dodged several tentacles that had slammed into the ground with a backward jump.

The tentacle volley, which seemed too fast to be reacted to by others, yawned slowly to Scott.

His vision has always maintained a slowdown of more than three times, and when he enters a battle, it will slow down to dozens of times in minutes.

But it was then that Scott suddenly realized some kind of uneasiness.

The golden light gradually condensed on Cell's steel armor, and the black monster suspended in the air was dyed with gold in the blink of an eye.

In the next moment, thousands of pillars of light as thick as an adult's forearm struck overwhelmingly. )