Ye Qingxuan searched all the information in his mind, but he had never seen the names of these four people.

The inexplicable appearance of four more saints made Ye Qingxuan's heart appear uneasy, when did it start to be easier to create saints than to have children?

What made him even more uneasy was whether Charles could withstand the Golden Palace.

In fact, until now, Anglo and the Caucasus have never formed an alliance, and the tacit cooperation between the two sides is only because of his and Charles's familiarity with each other.

He wished that the Caucasus and Gaius would die early and be born sooner.

But he didn't want Charles' lives to be included in the price he had to pay.

Fortunately, a guy with such a slippery head as Charles would definitely take the lead in running away if he couldn't beat him, so he wouldn't stay and fight hard.

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The sky shattered.

The Iron Dome fell apart.

The divine light of Eden radiates throughout the Golden Palace.

The palace of steel was burned red by the scorching sun, and the earth was so far away, so small, as fragile as the thin shell of an egg, compared to the sky that seemed to have fallen to a foreign land.

Countless clouds of dust looked up at the heavenly vault on the earth, praying for the end of the calamity.

The light of what could be called relief still shone in the heavenly vault, and the power of divine punishment was in it, all shrouded in the realm of Eden.

The sea of light in the sky was so brilliant that even a single drop of spillage would destroy the entire earth.

Earthly wails, suspended from fragile wires, with nowhere to hide.

Those desperate eyes stared at the sky, praying that it would all end soon.

Or, the end will come sooner rather than later.

And the war ...... The war continues.

That's right, it's war.

One man faces the whole of Asgard, the war against the whole Holy City.

- No, can it be so strong that it is unbelievable, is it really human?

All those who watched this war had the same confusion from the bottom of their hearts, was this really the power that human bones could support, human muscles could push, and human will could control?

Or is it ...... God?

The crown of light descended from Eden, and between the wings of light and shadow, the charr stood tall above the heavens, reaching out to face the earth, water, fire, wind, curses, or illusions that struck from all directions.

With a soft sigh, Saint Liszt closed his eyes, and the power that was confined by the human body exploded.

"May my sacrifice be worthwhile......

At that moment, the ultimate element of change, the fruit of destruction that humanity had built over hundreds of years, surged and moved like a giant axe, splitting everything matter.

In the unobservable elemental chaos, a shadow of glow emerges.

Sublimate from the mortal and ascend to the Divine Domain.

This is the last "Majepa".

The Black Hole of Annihilation spun like stars from it, bombarding Shire's shell one after another.

The caverns of annihilation, enough to turn an entire city into nothingness, fell into the hands of the Charles, and shattered like phantoms, one after another.

Before the terrifying impact that swept in all directions could erupt, it was confined to it by the Eden projection, and even though countless violent fires ran like torrents, it still could not break through the boundary.

"Chopin, how long are you going to sit idly by?"

Mendelssohn glared at his dejected companion, but all he could see was a bitter smile.

"Actually, I've been trying to break through his mental defenses from the beginning to the present. ”

Chopin smiled miserably, and the blood of the backlash seeped out of his facial features: "But it wasn't until just now that I realized that he didn't have any defenses at all, and all my erosion was swallowed by him......"

It's not that it's unbreakable, it's that there's no response at all.

It was as if he were suggesting to a piece of iron that there was no such thing as consciousness in the enemy's shell, only a sea of light so deep that he would almost drown and suffocate.

Is this really human will?

As when faced with the terrifying silhouette of the Hundred Eyes, all that can be seen is bottomless darkness and inhuman emptiness. Would such a monster have a personality like a mote of dust?

"I'm sorry. Chopin replied hoarsely, "There's nothing I can do." ”

The cacophony of the scepter cracking rang out from his shell, causing Mendelssohn to froze.

In an instant, the light of the Matepa was extinguished.

Burned Liszt fell from the clouds, and the ashes melted into the endless light.

But with his sacrifice, the projection of the Sacred Cauldron did not dissipate, but instead stared more and more, the blood in the cauldron rippling, and a new element rose from it.

Above the sky, the stars fell......

One by one, the light from the Holy City finally descended on the land of Asgard, and in just ten minutes, the first reinforcements of the Holy City had arrived.

It was a hope for victory, but it made all those who followed the war shudder.

Six saints!

Six more saints!

Yegor, Gluck, Rossini......

Strange names emerged from the elements, and then the holy relics that had been forced to seal the Holy City by the Third Amendment Act of the Nations appeared from their hands.

Among them, there are many artifacts that are comparable to the gates of the heavens, and there are even three newly forged weapons......

It is a weapon forged after violating the right path, not to proclaim the glory and righteousness of God, but to destroy, to kill, to destroy something.

Just being there is turmoil in the world.

The cold edge reflected the musicians behind Paganini, and it made them feel a heart-rending fear, and the slightest carelessness would completely dissolve them......

That's right, dissolve.

Dissolved in the light of judgment and purified like mud.

At the moment of appearance, the saints shot at the same time, without the slightest hesitation or the slightest mercy for the civilians, even if the entire Golden Palace was affected by it!

In just an instant, Charles was suppressed in the core of Eden, almost completely cutting off the realm of Eden. The aftermath was turbulent, and the light of destruction sealed in Eden poured out like a torrential rain in all directions.

Charles' expression changed.

Ignoring the slashed relics, he forcibly expanded the projection of Eden, as if he were pulling an out-of-control carriage in front of the motes.

He was finally injured.

Under the edge of the sword.

There was a terrible scar on the arm, but the wound rolled up, but no blood seeped out, as if there was no such thing as blood in the shell for a long time.

He dodged the siege of the saints in a frustrated manner, watching them do whatever it took to destroy him.

"Do you want to destroy Asgard?"

He gritted his teeth and looked at his enemies, but the saints did not speak, only attacked, without reservation.

He did not spare his own life, nor did he care about anyone. It's almost like the jade is burning, and the false god in front of him will be completely destroyed.

"Really? I see......"

Charles finally suddenly, his expression became cold, "Well, it's okay to be killed by me, right?"

At that moment, Mendelssohn, who was hit hard at the back, was chilled all over his body.

"Why is it that the Holy See is still reluctant to do so, even now?" he muttered, hesitantly, "if Destiny is there......"

That's right, if there is a chapter of "Destiny", even if it is a false god, right?

Chopin glanced at him and asked, "What if Destiny doesn't kill him?"

Mendelssohn was silent.

Don't dare to think about it again......

As the last resort of the Holy City, if Destiny can't kill him...... So what should they do?

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Not everyone has the courage to face this war beyond the imagination of mortals.

By the time the first recruits of the Holy City arrived, the Scepter Musicians behind Paganini had turned pale.

"Aren't we retreating yet......?"

Someone plucked up the courage to ask, "Staying here will only hinder Lord Charr's performance, right?"

Paganini didn't look back, just stared intently at the battlefield.

"No, we have to stay. ”

He didn't have the slightest intention, "It makes sense for us to stay." ”

"Do you want us to applaud and cheer for the Son of God?" someone shook his head bitterly, "What is the use of us staying here besides this?"

"Witness. ”

Paganini murmured softly, gazing feverishly at the battlefield, "All you need to do is witness." ”

Must stay.

All of this must be witnessed.

Witness the outcome of this battle......

Will humans defeat the gods, or will the gods destroy humanity?

Whoever wins or loses...... Nothing awaits humanity in a happy ending.

If the gods destroy mankind, what is the point of mankind's struggle for thousands of years, and if humanity defeats the gods, what is the purpose of countless years of prayer and piety?

So, what exactly will be the result?

Paganini was waiting feverishly.

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There were earth-shattering waves in the direction of the Golden Palace.

Ye Qingxuan could look up at the blazing glow rising in the distance, but he didn't have time to investigate it carefully.

As early as the moment the divine armor appeared, he had been entangled by the four saints, and he was in a hurry to deal with the siege, too late to support Mary's natural disaster incarnation.

Leviathan vs. Odin.

In the war between the Lord of the Sea and the King of Thunder, Ye Qingxuan did not have the space to intervene.

He had to concentrate on dealing with the four saints in front of him, if he didn't rely on the net of ether to suppress people, if he was not careful, I am afraid that he would be completely defeated.

The four saints seemed to have long been good at joining forces, there was no gap between each other's movements, one assisted, one contained, one attacked, and one did not make a move from beginning to end, silently looking for every gap in Ye Qingxuan, with a chill in his hand that made him shudder.

Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that the four saints would have the face to besiege him alone, and at the same time, he didn't expect ...... Their strength seems to be much weaker than they expected?

The pressure on the four of them is only a lot more than Wagner's, but not too much.

He couldn't figure it out. If there were four people of Wagner's level here, he would probably not be able to hold on and want to escape.

Although he had expected that such unconventional saints would have certain weaknesses, he did not expect that their weaknesses would be so obvious.

So, what exactly is the Holy City thinking?