There is an underground shrine in the Forest of St. Palest.

In the depths of the underground temple, there is a spring of water gushing out of the ground. He's right next to that. A giant man in the prime of life sitting on an altar by the water.

The unkempt hair that didn't have anything to do with the haircut, and the beard that covers the lower part of the face are impressive, and they have a very wild appearance. The length of the body easily spans two meters, and the bulging muscles feel very overwhelming just by looking at it. How majestic and holy his flesh was. He was dressed in very coarse clothes—dirty rags and leather on his chest, tattered cloaks over his body, but he was full of majesty.

Even at this moment, on that thick chestplate, a golden sword was deeply inserted into it. Even if the wounds on his body have not been healed, it will not change his sanctity.

He is king. King of kings. King of the Gods. He rules the heavens and rules the earth, and even if the world and mankind are destroyed, it will be tolerated, the absolute power.

At this moment, this god king, the king who rules the heavens and the earth, his eyes are slightly closed, listening attentively, listening to the news brought by the sea breeze and water.

"Hehe, it seems that my enemy who is a little troublesome seems to be fighting with the old enemy of the gods, and it seems that the situation is not good, well, the only one who can defeat him is me, Mecal!" Opening his eyes and smiling softly, Merka said, "Originally, in order to prepare for the battle with him, I had to sleep so that my injuries could be completely healed. But now, the old decay can't wait! My enemies can't be defeated by others! ”

With that, Merka got up like this, regardless of the fact that the injuries on her body had not yet been healed, and whether her combat strength was still at the peak, Mecal held her weapon in this way, and left this temple, towards the seaside where the sound of battle came. Galloped over.

The king will not fear war, and the king of God will not fear war. This is true even if the object of the battle at this moment is the god of disobedience, an ancient enemy such as the god killer.

Now. Do not follow Mecal, prepare for war. Participate in the death fight between God and King!

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A familiar sound coming from the waves. It was the sound of battle.

“…… Oh? Athena nodded slightly. Try to listen carefully with your ears. As the ruler of darkness and the earth, she also has a deep connection with the sea. With the power of the mischievous wind and waves, you may be able to hear it clearly. It turned out to be a success.

“…… What, it's that guy. Already at war with a god of disobedience? Do you want to go over and join in the fun? "That's the Godslayer we met a few days ago, a novice who has usurped power for a few months. However, with unpredictable and powerful teenagers. His voice was small, but it was audible.

Smiling softly, the corners of her mouth lit up. Not from the Mother Goddess of the Land. He rules the heavens and the earth and the underworld. The last descendant of the strongest and most ancient goddess. With silver hair and black eyes, and a naïve girlish appearance, she didn't obey Athena, after a little thought, she shook her head slightly, and said, "Forget it, the most important thing at this moment is to find the snake, as for this god killer, wait until I find the snake." Let's talk about it! ”

The omens of the waves read from the heavens and the earth and the sea, and listen to the news brought by the mischievous sea breeze. The news of the divine war, Athena's mood was very excited. She is the goddess of victory.

However, out of the priority of retrieving the snake, Athena still suppressed the fighting spirit in her heart and disappeared on the waterfront.

"What I ask for is the Stone of Gorgon, the Serpent of Old. Guide my desires. Let's guide the journey of the queen who does not obey. Give me the wisdom of darkness, earth and sky again! ”

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"Feng Shui combined, waterspouts?" Facing the sky-high waterspout, the waterspout that can sweep away all things, Zheng Shuanglong's eyes froze, and he sneered with disdain: "But that's it!" ”

said. The huge mana and the power of the stars roared on Zheng Shuanglong's body, which was definitely not just conceit, but an invincible self-confidence, an invincible self-confidence based on terrifying strength.

Zheng Shuanglong believes that he who controls the power of the stars and uses the King of the World Fist, no matter which god of disobedience he faces, he will not lose, and he is invincible in the same realm, which is Zheng Shuanglong.

The fist is the right, the right is also the fist, and the king of the world is the fist of the king. Under his iron fists, nothing is unbreakable.

With a heavy punch, the waterspout that poured down from the sky was shattered, and it was exploded by Zheng Shuanglong's punch, and there were violent explosions everywhere. The exploding waterspouts swept away like monstrous waves, and tens of thousands of tons of seawater turned the entire port into an ocean.

A waterspout was defeated, dozens of waterspouts appeared, the terrifying tornado, the surging divine power, easily swept up tens of millions of tons of seawater, and smashed at Zheng Shuanglong.

Although the ocean is not the home of the young gods, the power generated by the combination of feng shui is not such a simple thing. Even if Zheng Shuanglong can't be killed, he can completely clean this Sardinia. God was never so simple to exist. Destroying the world is not a problem at all for God.

"Hah!" Facing the attack of dozens of waterspouts, Zheng Shuanglong shouted, his whole body was domineering, his cold eyes looked coldly at the strong wind in the sky, and the incarnation of the disobedient young god, gathering the power of the stars, blasted over.

Waterspouts were crushed one after another, and the whole of Sardinia was hit by a terrifying tsunami, and the buildings were bulldozed by the sea, and they were washed directly from the age of technology to the Stone Age. Turned into a barren land.

Wind, strong winds, hurricanes, tornadoes, winds borrow the potential of water, water borrows the power of the wind, and the rain sweeps down.

Mana, the light of the stars, and the fist of the king, the combination of the three turns into an invincible fist that defeats everything. In front of this pair of starlight iron fists, nothing is broken.

In front of the young god's waterspout, windspout, seaspout, and Zheng Shuanglong's iron fist, it has no meaning at all.

And Zheng Shuanglong's Fist of the Stars, the King of the World Fist, could not capture the young god who turned into a strong wind.

The battle was at a stalemate, and no one could do anything about it, until a glimmer of light appeared in the eastern sky.

Bathed in light, the incarnation of the boy god [Strong Wind] became the posture of [Boy]. Gently landed on a pool of water. This is exactly what he said, which has a deep connection with the Godhead of Light, the hour of dawn.

Belonging to the camp of goodness, his divine power is dominated by the god of light, and he can exert himself to the extreme when bathed in the light of dawn. In the current state, it is possible to break this deadlock.

He has the power to transform into ten incarnations. The current posture is the most normal. Not just a human being, but the body of a fifteen-year-old boy. In order to maintain order in troubled times. When he is commanded by the Lord to crusade against the enemy gods who do not obey. He likes to use the appearance of a teenager. Glorious fifteen-year-old. In the teachings he guards, this is the symbol of the Hero. The spirit of words that protects and dominates is all the power of the embodiment of the boy of "Hero".

Of course, if it was just the appearance of the morning light, it would not make the young god give up the incarnation of [Strong Wind]. The key reason for evolving into a juvenile incarnation is that another uninvited guest has appeared.

Rustle, sand, sand, sand. Accompanied by strange sounds. Great swarms of locusts have sprung up from the sea, hundreds, thousands, thousands, no, more than that. Countless locusts are on the move.

The locusts approached and fluttered around. Part spreads its wings. Flying in the air. rushed towards Zheng Shuanglong and the young man who were fighting.

"It's really, really disgusting......" Looking at the overwhelming swarm of locusts, Zheng Shuanglong's eyes froze, and he said with a look of disgust.

As he spoke, the power of the plague that had usurped Shani, who had usurped from him, was used for the first time. The smell of darkness, the desperate virus, is spreading rapidly on the island of Sardinia.

Although in Zheng Shuanglong's eyes, the power of the epidemic is like that. It's not powerful at all, but it's power after all. It is quite convenient to use it to clear the field.

The locusts that flocked to Zheng Shuanglong died quickly, and in the face of the power of the dark epidemic, the locusts were really not enough to see.

"The locusts are Merca's servants. He is the god of storms, the god of the sea, and the god of the sun. It is also the god of life who is in charge of the harvest and the desolation, and the locusts that eat up the crops and make the earth desolate, and the symbol of his majesty. The young god, who instinctively analyzed the existence of Mecal, watched the army of locusts attack. It was quite calm, and there was even a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, a smile of disdain, a smile of contempt for the army of locusts.

Zheng Shuanglong can easily deal with the army of locusts, and the young god who can match the god king himself can naturally do it, but the locusts of ordinary divine beasts and divine envoys are not his enemies at all. He immediately used the mana of the eighth avatar, the Goat.

The lightning that once ravaged the town of Sardinia and forced Erica to death, and the lightning that was shattered by Zheng Shuanglong with the fist of the stars, reappeared.

Countless thunderbolts rained down from the sky and burned the army of locusts.

"Is that all you have, King Merca?" The young god, who swept away the army of locusts, raised his head to the sky and roared, and asked loudly.

The young god's questioning was done, and the immediate response sounded.

"Hehehehe! That's just the first greeting, although the injury hasn't healed yet, but the old decay is not such a weak existence! "With this earth-shattering sound came a storm blowing from the front.

King Merca is also the god of storms. There is a wind that can blow the cities where people live with such power, and in the face of the storm of Mecal, the [strong wind] of the young god cannot be compared to it.

A seaspout, even more terrifying than the waterspout rolled up by the young god before, blasted towards the battlefield.

Accompanying the seaspout came a tall, strong, and sacred figure, which was the Unobeying Mekar, the King of the Gods.

Zheng Shuanglong, who condensed the power of the stars and defeated the seaspout with a punch, looked at Mecal's divine posture and muttered softly, "Is there another one?" Luckily, there was only one. It seems that the storage space of the Yu disc also has the function of isolation. ”

Zheng Shuanglong, who was sure that Athena was not involved in this scuffle between the god and the king, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fighting with two gods of disobedience with one enemy and two disobedient is very difficult for Zheng Shuanglong, but it is not impossible to win.

However, if it is one against three and fighting with three disobedient gods, Zheng Shuanglong must consider the issue of self-preservation.

There is a difference between one disobedient god and two disobedient gods.

And the two disobedient gods and the three disobedient gods are even more significant.

The pressure to fight two disobedient gods is completely different from that of three disobedient gods. At least, Zheng Shuanglong at this moment has not yet believed that the King of the World fist in his hand has defeated the three disobedient gods.

The locusts were swept away, and the seaspouts were defeated, which did not mean that Mecal had no other tricks if he did not follow it, in this short period of time when he rushed into the battlefield, Mecal summoned the legion of the dead from Hades, summoned waves like a flood, and harnessed thousands of thunderbolts like spears of the sky and other tricks to launch an attack on Zheng Shuanglong and the young god.

However, such an attack, at most, can only play a role in containment, in front of Zheng Shuanglong's King of the World Fist, in front of the young god's ever-changing divine power, all of this was completely broken, and finally Mecal, who sensed the divine battle from the ruins of St. Bastet, came to the battlefield.

Came to this battlefield of the gods where the gods and the king fought.

Mecal, who was holding two huge wooden sticks with great power, looked at the young god floating in the sky and roared, "Cut." Still changing postures at will. It's so depressing! ”

Listening to Mecal's roar, the young god glanced at Mecal and said happily and excitedly: With the power of this change, I will hold victory in my hands no matter what battlefield. Hahaha, O king. Looks like your divine power hasn't fully recovered yet! ”

"Hehehe, even if the injury is not yet healed, even if the combat power has not yet reached the peak, the old decay has the certainty of killing you here, are you ready to die? Kill! Mekar roared angrily, shattering the sky of the rivers and mountains, and the whole person rushed towards the young god, bringing up the waves of qi that went to the side, and pressed it like a mountain.

"Uh-huh...... I see. Wounded beasts are the most dangerous, no wonder you rushed out at this point in time, and you really did it! Facing Mecal's terrifying roar, facing Mecal's terrifying momentum, he was about to accept Mecal's attack to shatter the heavens and the earth, and the young god appreciated. It really deserves to be the ancient god king and the god of fighting. It's really amazing!

However, he is a god of war who can defeat any god or demon. In terms of the proficiency of the combatants, it is superior to Merka's godhead.

Therefore, the young god also roared angrily, the momentum on his body swept out, the divine power on his body was surging, and the golden sword instantly appeared in his hand, swept out, and a shocking sword instantly swept away.

"Boom!" Mecal and the young god's attacks collided violently, and the space around the two sides was quickly shattered and split by the terrifying force. (To be continued.) )