Dean, who was standing on deck, saw Drez.

It was a palace, as Mordis introduced.

It's just that this palace is a little too big, so big that it is completely indescribable, and at a glance it is a part of the palace.

Accommodating millions of people?

In Dean's estimates, the palace could not have been overloaded by a hundredfold of the number of people.

"Refurbished?"

Dean asked Moldis, who was also a little shocked.

"It's also my first time coming to Drez, and the information I've gotten is all in writing...... It's so big! ”

Mordis's words stammered.

Airplanes!

There was a trembling roar, and endless light emanated from the palace.

What followed was the coercion that filled the heavens and the earth.

Mordis and the people on the ship immediately fell to the ground.

The splendor of God is not to be looked at.

"What a special welcome ceremony!"

Glancing at Mordis and the others who were prostrate on the ground and didn't dare to move, Dean who felt the faint pressure squinted and said, and then, a burst of moonlight burst out from his body, enveloping his whole person.

'Moon's Radiance'!

After igniting the divine fire, Dean possessed an almost instinctive ability.

It's like eating and drinking.

And with the appearance of the 'Moon Divine Radiance', that faint pressure suddenly disappeared.

Then, Dean walked straight down from the astral ship.

It is a stone pier consisting of two flights of stairs and an open field.

Dean stepped down from the ship and walked straight out into the open field, where stood a man in a cloak but without a hood.

"Your Majesty! I am the ...... of Merdili's crown."

The man said.

"Why are you standing here instead of prostrate on the ground?"

Dean interrupted. The eyes hidden behind the divine glow were filled with a thick oppression.

"I am ......"

"Enough, get on your knees!"

Dean didn't seem to listen to the other party's explanation, and let out a low voice, and the pressure brought by Shenhui instantly shrouded the other party's body.

Thump!

The other fell to his knees. Even, even the slate was crushed.

"Since Mordis and the others have knelt, it's good that you kneel too!"

Dean said as he walked slowly down the steps.

Get you back!

Because, before the 'welcome ceremony' of revenge.

Dean didn't hide his revenge, for his increasingly fiery emblem was telling the point.

In the same way, as for who wrote the previous 'welcome ceremony'. Dean also knows it.

Why was it just Meltilly's spokesperson who came out to greet him?

And not other false gods?

If you think about it, you will understand.

However, Dean doesn't plan to settle down.

Rumble!

The blazing 'Moon Divine Radiance' was like a shock wave rising from the ground, heading straight into the sky.

Dean, in his own way, announced his arrival.

"Your Majesty!"

The guards standing on the steps in the distance, seeing this scene, fell to their knees and shouted in unison.

Every squire is a gold rank. In the case of Godez, he must be a famous figure.

But here?

It's just a guard.

Dean glanced past, whenever Dean's gaze swept over a person. The man would tremble as if he were in the face of great fright.

This made Dean frown.

Suddenly, there was no longer any desire to look at it.

Begin to walk briskly up the steps.

Two flights of stairs, Dean walked not fast, but not slow.

After about a few minutes, you will be on the upper level of the second staircase. A wide, flat corridor appeared in front of him.

Or, more accurately, a huge playground.

A playground large enough for hundreds of carriages.

"Your Majesty!"

As Dean stepped up the floor, the already kneeling guards on both sides of the hallway chanted in unison.

And at the end of the hallway, a figure stood there.

The 'radiance of the gods' that fills the outside of the body indicates the identity of the other party.

"Meltili?"

Dean raised an eyebrow.

It's not difficult to identify the other person.

There were originally six false gods, among which Hokdath and Motthill died. Lionel is what Dean has seen, and Lisa Elle is a lady.

Only Quentin and Meldili remained.

And the pseudo-god in front of him obviously doesn't have that kind of tyrannical and destructive atmosphere.

Therefore, only Merdili remained.

"Dean. Willing. Zelgaon? ”

The other party asked the same.

The voice has a feeling of pretending to be emphasized, and the tone is even colder.

"Are you insulting me?"

The other party couldn't wait to ask.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Dean looked unaware.

"I kindly sent your spokesperson to greet him, and you treat him like this...... Although he is not worth mentioning, he is also my spokesperson! Are you venting your frustration on me? Or do you think that if you become a 'god', you can be unscrupulous? ”

The other party's words are like a cannon.

Asked Dean aggressively.

"I'm just venting my frustration with you!"

Dean said very simply.

From the sudden oppression of the 'Radiance of God' just now, to the appearance of the other party's spokesperson, Dean knew the other party's bad intentions.

No matter what he does, the other party will find excuses to find him trouble.

In that case, why should he put up with it?

What's more, Dean didn't come here to endure it!

He's here to brighten his muscles!

As soon as the unceremonious words came out, Meldili was stunned, and even his aggressive momentum was stagnant.

Obviously, he didn't expect Dean to answer so dryly.

In his vision, Dean would take a detour even if he was dissatisfied.

However, then Meltili was overjoyed.

Wasn't that exactly what he wanted?

Kick this boy out of the game, and one less person will grab the item with him.

"Since you are dissatisfied with me and insult me, then I will teach you a lesson!"

Meltilly finished. Just do it.

There is no skill, but like a mortal, he punches straight up.

Meldili was confident that this punch could bring a man who had just ignited a divine fire to the ground.

And looking at this punch, Dean also punched out.

did not avoid it.

Dean was curious to know how far he had reached the god's body that had been tempered by the 'fire of the sun'.

And what else is more accurate to be able to accurately grasp when it comes to a false god?

Rumble!

The two fists with divine brilliance collided together without any fancy.

Boom. From nothingness to substance, like a dragon from the void, raging the wide and boundless passage, the surrounding guards were affected and flew out at the first time, and then the hard ground began to shatter in pieces, fragments of different sizes, with the two fists colliding as the center, shooting in all directions, comparable to cannonballs.

Stomp, stomp!

And in the midst of this chaotic situation. Meldili's face under the divine radiance was full of surprise, and his body took three steps back in succession.

Dean didn't take a step back, and then punched Meldili again.

The fist that rises from the psoas muscles, the fist side is downward at first, and when it comes to the actual punch, it rotates and the fist becomes upward.

This should have been an ordinary punch.

But. It was this ordinary punch, but it made this wide and boundless passage tremble again. The debris that had just fallen all trembled at this time.

Then, with a shake, they all shattered.

The countless dusts were drawn to Dean's fist one after another, forming a huge, gray column. It was like a giant's wielding hammer, heading straight for the hammer of Meldili.

"Force. Straight punch! ”

This punch was a technique that Dean had learned after flipping through the notes of the Marquess of York.

That's right, it's a technique, not a body forging secret technique.

It is a fully integrated force within the body. The technique of breaking it all out completely.

The person swung his fist or kicked a kick, seemingly with all his might.

In fact, it's just 30 or 40 percent of the strength of the whole body.

Or even less power.

And after the Marquis of York discovered this, he tried his best to exert all his strength, and after exploration, the Marquis really found a way.

It was not the 'road' of the Marquess of York's 'limits of strength'.

Just a trick.

And 'The Limit of Force' is a derivative of this technique.

Dean didn't have any coveting of 'Limits of Force' because, knowing very well, that path wasn't for him.

However, this technique worked well for him.

This was especially true after his body had been tempered by the 'Fire of the Sun' and had become more than twice as powerful.

After all, the root of this skill is a strong body.

Call!

The whistling sound of the gray column made Meldiri's face change drastically, and even through the 'Divine Radiance', Dean could clearly see the twitching of the muscles on his cheeks.

Obviously, what was in front of him was beyond the expectations of the false god.

Meldili couldn't figure out why a guy who had just ignited the divine fire could have such a powerful body!

It's like those beasts in the age of mythology.

The first punch just now already surprised him.

And now the punch made him frightened!

"Can't be hardwired!"

In an instant, Meltilly made a choice.

In his hand, a cloak suddenly appeared.

Then, a shake!

Smack!

With the sound of the cloth shaking, the force of Dean's punch suddenly reversed, and the gray cylinder slammed straight into Meldili's body, but it reflected towards Dean.

Moreover, it was more powerful and swift than the punch that Dean had just brought up.

Look at the punch that is reflected back in an instant.

Dean's left hand strikes from the bottom up.

"Force. Uppercut! ”

A punch that was even more ferocious than before burst out from Dean's left fist, colliding with the reflected punch.

Rumble!

The floor of the entire hallway trembled.

The ground, which had been scraped up, began to collapse rapidly.

The dust that burst out of the air enveloped the surroundings.

PS First Update~

There's something going on at the decadent house, so, it's late for this chapter!

The second more decadent is yard, it will be late, and I apologize to everyone! (To be continued.) )