The Star of Bethlehem, the roar of the explosion continued, and I saw that among the layers of smoke, a figure flew out upside down, hit the stone pillar next to it, and smashed the stone pillar to pieces.

"Damn it!" Mo Wen touched the blood marks on the corner of his mouth, and then immediately turned over and jumped to the side, and the next moment he left, a big hand with a dazzling light slapped it there directly, and a bottomless pit appeared in place.

"Kill!" Moving irregularly from side to side, Mo Wen appeared in front of the fire on the right like a ghost, and then smashed his right hand hard.

The whistling wind blew the dust off the ground and swept it in all directions, rustling the clothes of the fire on the right.

But such a powerful punch was blocked, and although he didn't seem to react, the big shining hand was firmly in front of the right fire.

Little by little, Mo Wen's fist continued to go deeper into it, making a sound of a soldering iron sinking into the water, an inch, two inches, through the head of the fire on the right, there was only such a thin layer, but it always made Mo Wen unable to break through, close to the end of the world.

Then I saw the big hand that stopped in front of Mo Wen shaking, and the five fingers began to close.

With a slight sigh, before the five fingers were closed, Mo Wen pulled back and jumped, ending another attack.

The Sacred Right represents the magic associated with the right hand in the mythology of the Cross Sect, but conceptually speaking, there are almost no flaws, as long as you swing it, you can hit the target, so you don't need speed, because you can destroy the enemy with a wave of your hand, so there is no need to pursue greater power. Although Mo Wen also has a fantasy killer, he can't take advantage of that right hand at all.

"Sure enough. Do you still have to come from the outside? ”

Looking at the fire on the right like a hedgehog, Mo Wen frowned slightly.

The Divine Right is not invincible, no, it should be said that the fire on the right is not invincible, his right hand will automatically adjust its strength according to the strength of the enemy, that is, only the enemy becomes stronger. The power of the fire on the right will be stronger, and at this time he single-handedly provoked the entire Third World War and stood on the Star of Bethlehem. Manipulating the huge combat power called Angel, the hostility of the fire on the right side has increased exponentially, and the strength has reached an excellent state, so Mo Wen is unable to break through. But once this momentum is broken. That's where your chance comes.

But before that, he had to withstand the attack of the fire on his right.

Quietly, the huge bare hand appeared in front of Mo Wen again, although Mo Wen flicked with his right hand in time and moved his body away with the help of skill, but the amazing power contained in it still knocked him out at once.

On the Star of Bethlehem, explosions are loud and sound, and the battle continues!

Holy See. An old man in a black robe was slowly walking towards the basement of the Vatican's Great Basilica, and a young priest behind him whispered softly. "Your Holiness the Pope, we are now seeking strength to defeat ourselves."

"It's not a failure."

With a kind of toughness that can cut off the confusion of others, the old man corrected.

"We fought to win, and it's the same now. -- But this victory will not give us anything. ”

In the Russian palace, Vasilisa helped a slender boy out and walked along the path covered in blood and corpses, followed silently by a large group of magicians belonging to the White Book of Annihilation.

"It has to be stopped!"

Looking at the Star of Bethlehem floating in the sky, the boy muttered.

In front of the Palace of Versailles, Kelissa held Catina high, and her glittering sword swept towards the enemy in front of her with great power, bombarding the opponent's defensive barrier like a tsunami, and the original red barrier changed for a while, and the color dimmed a lot.

Looking at the crumbling enchantment, Kelissa smiled and shouted to a girl in the enchantment.

"O Holy Maiden of the Nation, are you still going to insist on that untold order? You won't be able to save your country if you go on like this! ”

In the sky were rows of huge fortresses, and the shadow of surrender almost enveloped the entire bustling Palace of Versailles, and a contingent of thousands of magicians stood silently, as if they were about to pour out all their firepower in the next moment.

Shaking the holy sword Duranda in her hand, looking at the scarred French magician behind her, the Holy Maiden pursed her lips slightly.

The sky was frozen, the earth was shattered, and under the two wreaking angels, a young girl carried a cane and held a megaphone to the soldiers and magicians who were trembling because of the aftermath of the battle, and shouted loudly: "Whether it's the Russian army, the Elisha Allied Army, the school city, and those armies that come from nowhere, whatever!" Anyway, the army that can still move will come to my aid! Come on, it's time for you people to explode for yourselves!! If you don't want to watch yourself get killed, if you don't want your family and friends to face this kind of thing in the future, just give me a big fanfare and start working, BABY-!! ”

The panicked soldiers, looking at the attacks that were enough to split the mountains and the sea steaming, did not even have the time to sort out their thoughts for the girl's words, but opened their mouths and asked:

"What...... Miscellaneous...... What...... ...... you guys? ”

In response, the girl did not turn her head, but pointed the staff in her hand at the sky, aiming at the two angels who brought about the doomsday war.

"Crimson sunshine! A magical association that wants to save innocent people! ”

I don't know how long it took, on the Star of Bethlehem, in the square as if baptized by a hurricane, Mo Wen's right hand blocked in front of him, and his left hand pressed against the back of his right hand, clenching his teeth stubbornly.

He was covered in scars, his clothes were in tatters, and the blood from his forehead was sliding down his cheeks and dripping to the ground little by little.

The muscles of his whole body were tense, his feet were deeply sunk into the ground, Mo Wen had already used the strength of his whole body, but it was useless, in the face of the power brought by the giant hand, he still only had time to let out a muffled snort, and the whole person was slapped out.

The whole fortress trembled as the giant hand slammed into the ground, and new rubble mixed with dust filled the air, and for a moment the entire square was blurred.

Da A sound of footsteps came from the smoke, and the fire on the right looked at Mo Wen who had gotten up from the ground again, looked at his body full of scars and dust, and smiled disdainfully.

"Hey, give up, do you want to be played to death by me? I can't see that you still have that kind of physique! ”

Staggered up from the ground, Mo Wen didn't speak, and the continuous impact made his brain a little short-circuited.

It's been a few hours since the battle, and although his body as a heroic spirit is very powerful, and his ability to recover is also extremely good, he can't stand the other party's attacks again and again, and I don't know when Mo Wen has no trace of the ability to fight back, so he can only flee in a wolf manner.

"Cut, aren't you still giving up?"

The fire on the right yawned lazily, and on his shoulder, the large hand woven by the light spread its fingers again.

"Okay, just let me send you on your way!"

Mixed with infinite might, the divine right once again slapped towards Mo Wen.

The huge palm enveloped half of Mo Wen's body, and it seemed that it would smash his whole person to pieces in the next moment.

There was still blood sliding through the corners of his eyes, and looking at the blow that was enough to ruin Miè's own, Mo Wen showed a smile.

Rumble!

The entire Star of Bethlehem suddenly trembled violently, not because of the attack of the fire on the right, which had not yet fallen, it was the power of the British Puritans, the Roman Orthodox Church, and the Russian Orthodox, and they began to disarm the junction of the Star of Bethlehem.

Under the invisible force, the entire fortress cracked open like glass, and the square, the houses, the statues, and all the various buildings began to fall off, and then fell downwards little by little.

"Is it finally here? It's not in vain that I've been beaten so much! ”

With an unprecedented look in his eyes, Mo Wen laughed, stretched out his right hand forward, and just by holding it lightly, the huge palm spread out like a spark.

What originally needed to be desperately resisted was crushed by Mo Wen as easily as a chick at this time.

"No, it can't be! How is this possible, I, my divine right-" Before he could wake up from the sudden attack, looking at the scene in front of him, the pupils of the fire on the right shrank, and he couldn't help but scream.

"What's impossible!"

appeared in front of the other party like a ghost, and Mo Wen's right hand struck out fiercely.

"Idiot, don't you notice that your power has weakened?" (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to Orb for the monthly pass.