-- But none of that mattered.

A hideous, yet reverent, monster-like smile began to appear on Joseph's face.

He could clearly feel that the Guru was watching him.

This kind of rabid dog-like and monster-like fighting, this kind of manic destruction that kills like an autumn wind, must be what the Mentor would be happy to see.

Not only did new prayers come to Joseph's heart, but he could also feel that his divine favor was growing rapidly.

The barrier of the silver steps broke through in an instant, and under the washing of the massive divine grace, Joseph's soul became crystal clear, like glass scorched in fire.

Joseph opened his mouth and prayed in a hoarse voice: "Today! I praise the Guru among that people! I will speak of her glory and her might! ”

"People have no choice but to make peace, and claim to be so, until they sleep forever!"

His teeth were completely burned out. The poisonous fires of the hell of despair clinged to him and almost burned him to the ground.

This was not Joseph's sacrifice to the teacher. Unlike those evil gods, the Sleeping Mentor does not need the priest to sacrifice herself.

To be precise, it was Joseph's sacrifice to himself.

Every time he sang a prayer of despair, he could feel the depth of despair in that prayer.

Fear that God has abandoned him. Fear that God is leaving him.

It's not that God wants to free him from adversity—it's not that he wants God's power greedily, but he wants to use God's power to bring him out of danger and for his own benefit.

It's more pure, like the panic of a babbling baby when he can't find his parents.

As long as God is by his side, he can have peace of mind even if he dies. If you are unable to enter the place where your own gods are after death, your soul is imprisoned, and you are thrown into the kingdom of other gods. That would be unimaginable despair for any pastor.

Imagine yourself being left in a station full of strangers or something else when you can't speak or move. That despair and fear of being abandoned. Desperate for pastors to prove something.

Even if it is to sacrifice one's own child, even if it is to jump off a cliff. Even if it is to remove his limbs and gouge out his eyes, he will be willing. A pious and desperate state of mind is enough to give birth to all madness.

It's exactly -- all the madness.

His shoulder blades, skull, and spine began to burn, his ears and tongue had turned into pure bands of light, and his legs were still charging forward. It looks like a blindfolded man sprinting on the edge of a cliff.

Before Joseph's silent prayer was finished, he rushed to the golden realm beside the Tree of Suffering.

The body of the giant fire man was squeezed and deformed, and the entire human form was pressed into a slender figure like a cake, and it was spread out above the golden field.

It looks like a joyful pose, but it can only give people the impression of a "monster".

It's like a frozen tsunami, like a roaring volcano that's still rumbling. The gray-white flames were still rolling and entwining, and the Tree of Suffering looked at it but hesitated, and for a moment it was completely unsure where to start.

And at this time. Joseph's silent prayer was nearing its end.

"So—"

Joseph cried out, and cried out in a hoarse voice: "There is no more speech in this world, neither is there a sound to hear!" ”

The next moment, a silver-white field also unfolded around him. Then it sank into the flames.

However, it was obvious that the monotonous golden field around the Tree of Suffering had been strongly affected. The silver splendor centered on Joseph gradually stained the realm of the Tree of Suffering.

After being dyed silvery white, the voices around the Tree of Affliction suddenly disappeared. But at the same time, it seems to have lost its ability to resist Joseph.

The slender barrier was vulnerable to the massive humanoid. Just as Joseph lay down on it, there was a constant rattling sound. Under the weight of Joseph. The fields that have been dyed silvery-white have a fairly noticeable deformation.

Seeing that this was not good, the Tree of Crucifixion tried to extract something from the man's head again and throw it into the realm.

But apparently, it was already too late.

A tooth-sore gurgling sound rang out for about two seconds. Eventually, as the huge flame humanoid raised its fists and slammed down, the crisp sound of glass shattering instantly rang out. The golden realm shattered directly.

The next moment, a huge gray-white flame figure rolled up into a hurricane. Rushed straight towards the Tree of Suffering.

The Tree of Suffering, facing the danger of death, also went berserk.

Its vines have become three or four times thicker. A carapace like dragon scales appeared on it, and the speed of its swing suddenly increased by more than three times. The hurricane that swept up as it waved it alone shattered the flaming humanoid.

The golden water and the gray-white flames blended together, and the sound of fierce explosions continued to be heard. A column of water that is enough to knock a building straight through the large hole gushes upwards.

But even though the Tree of Affliction was armed to this extent, the flaming humanoid still grabbed a large number of vines with his hands and tore them apart.

As long as there is a slight break in the scale armor on it, gray flames will pour into it, and the vines will instantly turn to ashes, and the Tree of Suffering can only choose to cut off this part of the vines. Fortunately, its roots are still underground, and its injuries will soon heal, and the vines seem endless.

The vines wrapped in dragon scales whipped against Joseph, and a huge gap appeared on the surface of Joseph's humanoid, and gray-white flames splashed backwards like surging water.

The war between giants and giant trees, although it seems like child's play, every move is enough to set off a phenomenal disaster that destroys mortals.

Both sides tacitly did not attack each other's vital points below, such as Joseph's body or the head on top of the Tree of Suffering.

It's not that they keep their hands, but they all know that those seemingly defenseless points are actually the most terrifying positions on the enemy's body. Without consuming the opponent's strength to a certain extent, they did not dare to make a move at will and expose their flaws.

The situation on the field can be said to be evenly matched. Both sides are injuring each other at a synchronized pace, while both are recovering their injuries in their own way. The battle situation was firmly dragged in the direction of a protracted war.

But at this point, Joseph had a serious problem before him.

- He's burning out.

Not an adjective. He's literally burning out.

The flames in his chest and abdomen were about to be extinguished, and he had begun to burn the skin and muscles all over his body. His legs turned into firewood after he rushed to the Tree of Suffering.

In order to maintain his long-lasting combat capability, he said that the silver-white fireball did not increase if it was maintained at a radius of a little more than half a meter. Joseph didn't even dare to launch these silvery-white real poisonous fires, and could only meet them with the light of the flowing fire after being burned by the poisonous fire.

But even so, after only a little more than a minute of the worst battle, Joseph was on the verge of burning himself out.

- I'm going to die.

Such a clear premonition appeared in Joseph's mind.

And he knew very well that this time, Roland would not come to save him again.

The manic intent of war gradually subsided as the premonition of death subsided, and a sense of determination gradually emerged in Joseph's heart.

It doesn't matter if you're guided, or if you're used as a gun. There is no point in pursuing these things at this point.

An increasingly intense silvery-white light began to flicker in the massive flame humanoid, becoming stronger and brighter.

If he had to die, Joseph didn't want to be dragged to death like a fool. It's enough to live a life of ordinariness and drift with the tide for a lifetime.

Enough is enough.

At least at this once-in-a-lifetime sacred moment, when he died, Joseph wanted an even more splendid and unforgettable death.

Let all be remembered - (To be continued.) )