"Huhu, give up, if you surrender obediently and appease the Yoruba gods, you may be able to avoid the destruction of the gods......" Skarsacchi's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld.

The ghostly goddess on the other side was like a boat that would be silent at any time in the furious sea of Olulun's stormy attack, drifting endlessly, but she never even hit a move.

"No—I've given in too much, I've wronged myself too much. This time, I will not give in—" Oluren howled.

But Skarsacki didn't seem to hear it, and still said to himself: "However, you have to openly admit to the Celtic world, as well as the rest of the world, how you colluded with Raven Yunfield!" ”

At the beginning, Oluren did hesitate and give in, but even so, at this moment, he fell into a madness, still looked in the direction of Dagoda with red eyes and gritted his teeth, and roared: "Don't try to slander me! You giant gods, bearing the stigma of capricious torture and killing of your subordinates, dream of winning the final battle...... Hahaha! Not to mention the final battle, you can't even pass Raven's-"

"That'...... You've just fallen. Skarsackie's black pupils suddenly became extremely deep, and one after another brilliant lights appeared in them, like newborn stars blooming unscrupulously, and then quickly swallowed up by the black hole and disillusioned.

Flashes of light again and again formed strange nodes in Olulen's vision, and countless bright or dark lights connected these nodes, forming constellations and even the entire cosmic starry sky.

Oluren suddenly lost his sense of all the laws and things around him, and seemed to be imprisoned in a strange space, down-to-earth, surrounded by a chaos that the laws could not invade, and he had no way to escape.

A mysterious goddess haunted by a dark shadow appeared in front of Oluren, her eyes full of fierce glints. The goddess stood silently in front of her, but Olulun had a trance-like feeling of facing the greatest of the world's trees.

Starlight lines pierced through her calloused palms, winding through the void, and in less than a hundredth of a second, a mass of laws had automatically coalesced into a strange spear with a dark red spiral pattern.

"Whew, whew, whew...... I want to ...... I wish there was a being who could kill me...... I'm so bored, so lonely. I had pinned my hopes on my disciple Cú Chulainn, but unfortunately the little guy grew too slowly. I don't know about Raven...... Is it strong enough to kill me? ”

Looking at the distortion and madness that loomed on the other side's face, Oluren's madness seemed to be suppressed by a deeper madness.

"Madman......" Oluren shuddered and condensed his spear in the void.

Compared to the more militarized spears in Skarsage's hands, Oluren's spears were more amateurish in appearance, with slightly curved branches and substantial diamond-shaped spearheads, typical of primitive tribes that did not even have a metal smelting industry.

However, in terms of divine power, Olulon's spear was superior to Scasage's spear.

A world-class artifact dedicated to a genuine god is not comparable to the weapon of Skarsacki, which is not yet a formal god god.

If the two weapons collided, Skarsacchi's spear would be disintegrated into divine atoms in an instant.

Fearless, Skarsacki gently licked his nasty upper lip with his tongue, and a wave of madness and wildness burst through Skasage.

"Let's fight—"

The sturdy female figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Almost at the same moment, Oluren realized that he was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of combat skills. The spear wielded by the high-speed female figure was trembling with strange spear flowers on the tip of the spear, as if unconscious, but Oluren felt that every node of divine power in his divine body that had gathered a large amount of supreme divine power was under the aim of Skarsacchi.

With points into lines, and lines into surfaces, it is a kind of terrifying premonition that your entire divine body has become a spider web of the other party, and as long as the net is closed, you will be finished.

No way!

No, it can't be!

Oluren tried to change his style of play.

He dismantled the forces of the world that didn't work into simpler powers of various origins, and drove these forces into a network of defenses one after another, and as long as Skarsacchi dared to break through, these forces would be as good as her.

If Skarsacchi was a true god, Oluren would never dare to use low-level power so rashly. But Skarsacki is not, her essence is still just a powerful divine power god who has mastered a lot of law power.

"Whew! So disappointed. A faint sigh suddenly erupted from the void.

Disappointed!?

For a moment, Oluren felt completely humiliated.

However, in the next moment, Oluren was desperate to find out that the other party really had the capital to humiliate him.

Skarsacchi's spear was deformed, and it was a reverse causal attack that instantly locked all the causes and effects in the space, and as a result, it was bound to pierce the opponent's heart, and the reverse deduced attack process.

Being controlled by the other party about his cause and effect or something, it should be impossible for him to come to the level of a god.

But Skarsacki did.

And she did!

This terrifying existence that is more of a Valkyrie than a Valkyrie, at such an instant, as if it solidified the time of a genuine god, the upright spear body showed a strange distortion visually, as if it had become a noodle that was rubbed and deformed at will, and it actually passed through the gap between several origin powers.

Oluren couldn't believe it to see the tip of the scarlet spear piercing into his heart!

"Impossible!?" The supreme divine power sealed in the body of Oluren surged out towards the tip of the spear like a dam lacking an embankment.

The scarlet spearhead greedily sucks up all the power that flows from the body of the High God of Olulon.

A long-lost sense of intense dizziness filled Olulun's spiritual sea, and he could clearly see that the light in his divine body was being sucked away sharply, and his divine soul was dimming.

"No......" Oluren struggled to reach out to Skarsacki in an attempt to deliver a final retaliatory attack.

He failed.

Originally, the divine law attack that could be condensed with a single thought was already twisted and shattered in the spiritual sea before it came out.

He straightened his trembling hands, as if he wanted to choke Skarsacchi by the neck and die with her, but in the eyes of the Goddess of the Shadow Nation, it was more like the drowning man's last cry for help.

There was undisguised disappointment in Skarsacki's deep eyes.

"Olulun, no matter how high you have been, from this moment on, your name is synonymous with the weak."

Oluron, your name is the weak! (To be continued.) )