A powerful storm of energy swept through the godspeed force field like a typhoon, and several criss-crossing red stone steps were crushed by the abundant energy, and an ancient German glider was swept into it and thrown high. The aurora on the horizon swayed violently, like a scene seen through a candle that was about to be extinguished. Brad and Eric's full force blow actually affected the stability of the speed force space itself, and if it were placed on Earth, the disaster caused would be unpredictable.

However, when the strong light effect gradually faded, the figure of the dark demon god was revealed again, still so oppressive, but it looked a little gray and embarrassed.

The nearly world-destroying stunt still didn't defeat Darkseid, but it only added a palpable hint of anger to his eyes. Amazing energy erupted from Darkseid, and Eric involuntarily took a half-step back. Raven, who had become one with him, reminded softly, "Be careful, Eric, his energy level is stronger than before, he may be angry." ”

"Thanks for the reminder," Eric whispered, "or I wouldn't have seen it." ”

At the same time, on the planet of the Apocalypse.

Dressed in a black combat suit, Roy flew upside down like an armor-piercing bullet out of his disembowelment, crashing through countless walls in a row before he could stop. He rolled around for several laps before coming to a halt at the edge of a large crater, one arm dangling from above, returning back an indescribably high temperature. He glanced sideways and saw a hot flame burning inside the crater, as if directly connected to the core of the Apocalypse.

The Bishop's side is still engaged in a fierce battle with Greel. Grell flashed her twin knives, and the dark red light crisscrossed around her, as if weaving into a scarlet web, so dense that she couldn't even splash water into it. The bishop stepped back again and again, his figure nimbly shuttling between the fiery red sword light, his expression unprecedentedly solemn. The scimitar, with its liquid blade, narrowly brushed past him several times, and in one case even cut off the corner of his cloak.

Like a beast that had been suppressed for too long and had finally been able to let itself go, Grell unleashed the most savage and violent attack without reservation. The Bishop had walked dozens of rounds with her, barely able to find even the slightest flaw in her movements.

With a loud shout, Grell slammed his knives together and drew a bright trajectory from top to bottom, slamming into the ground. The bishop's pupils closed, and his body was sucked into the spatial vortex for an extremely brief moment, and disappeared, and the two knives simultaneously cut a hot crack in the floor, and sparks burst into it.

The bishop flashed behind her, but Grell slashed like an unpredictable prophet. The bishop ducked, but Greer's black boots were kicked in his face. He lifted his arm and blocked it in a dull way, his body was shocked and slid back half a meter, and the soles of his boots sparked on the ground. Greel's scimitar reversed, and another slash slashed at the red trajectory, and the bishop's body inhaled the vortex again, disappearing in place.

He flashed several times in a row around Greer's body, but he was always reacted by the other party to take the lead. The last time he burst out of the opponent's right flank, Grell stabbed him just right where he came from, and he almost slammed his face into the blade. The bishop keenly reached out with his right hand and pressed the wrist of the other man's knife, but Grell flipped his palm, and the energy of the anti-life equation suddenly burst out, knocking him to the ground from the front.

This shocked the bishop's internal organs as if they were displaced, and his head also "buzzed", but after he only lay down for half a second, he quickly reacted and rolled on the ground, just in time to dodge Greel's head slash, but he was very unfortunate to be nailed to the ground by this knife.

The bishop's movements were a little sluggish, but such a short pause became a fatal flaw. Grell roared, and the scimitar in his other hand was raised above his head, slashing down with a thunderous force, and he was about to split his whole body in two, but a black glove blocked him in time, and sparks were slashed by the blade.

It's Roy. He used the back of his hand to hold Greel's fierce knife, and grabbed it with his backhand while the other party was stunned, and his claws grabbed her arm and shouldered like a snake. Grell quickly withdrew his arm and slashed him in the cheek with a horizontal knife, but Roy saw through it in advance and kicked her in the lower abdomen first. Greel's body shook, and the knife in his hand suddenly deflected his head. She steadied her left foot, her right leg flew off the ground, and she kicked Roy on the calf as quickly as she could invisibly, kicking him to his knees involuntarily. Grell raised his knife again, but before he could cut it off, he suddenly felt something strange on his forehead. Before she could think about it, a ball of fire exploded in her face, causing her to take several steps back.

At this time, the bishop had also shed the cloak that had been nailed to the ground by the scimitar, and Roy glanced at him and said lightly, "That's why I don't like to move with a cloak." ”

The bishop shrugged: "It's usually not that much of a problem, don't you think it helps my image a lot?" ”

"Not at all." Roy was unceremonious.

"A human bomb?" Grell wiped his face, seemingly unharmed except for choking on the smoke, but looked rather annoyed, as if he felt he had been slighted.

"You use a bomb against me?" Grell yelled in displeasure, picking up his scimitar and lunging forward, "Do you think I look like someone who can be killed by such a little toy!?" ”

The Bishop raised his hand in one hand, and a burst channel swirled and opened between the two of them and Greel, like a spatial shield. But Grell only stabbed in the air, and the dark red knife qi released by the scimitar bombarded the burst channel that was about to be opened, forcibly suppressing the burst energy and causing the space to close again.

It is a weapon made of the energy of the anti-life equation, and naturally contains incredible and terrifying power.

Out of the corner of his eye, Roy caught a glimpse of the red scimitar stuck in the ground by Greer at his feet—it naturally had the same power. Without thinking, he slammed his right foot on the ground, shaking the whole earth. The crimson blade "swished" up from the ground and jumped into his hand as if it were alive.

Grell shouted, slashing a dangerous red glow and slashing at Roy.

Roy couldn't take his eyes off her every slightest movement, and almost instinctively imagined in his mind the possibility of her next various moves and changes, like a sophisticated computer quickly completing the analysis.

A knife, at the most perfect angle and the most perfect timing, is like the only best solution after a lot of calculation and reasoning. The scarlet arc of Roy's scimitar staggered with Greer's blade, and he struck first, stabbing Greer's throat only a few centimeters from his eyeball.

For a moment, both of them were like sculptures, frozen in place.

It seems to be a thrilling game, but in fact it is an inevitable result after precise calculation, which is the fighting style of the Winged Knight.

The crimson scimitar landed on the floor with a clatter, and Greer fell to his knees with his legs bent, blood gushing from his pierced throat. The blade hanging from her neck flickered red, beating restlessly like boiling water, and the energy spread up and down like countless tentacles, engulfing Greel's entire body in an instant, and after three or five seconds, there was not even any scum left.

(Thanks to the book friend for the 1,000 starting point coin for half a love letter!) ）