"Wait a minute, where are you going, take me, I want to come in handy!"

In the palace, seeing that Demos was leaving, Jose shouted urgently.

He noticed that Demos was grabbing Medusa's head with a sword in one hand and the other, as if he was about to leave. Even though Jose's heart was beating more and more at the head of the basilisole in Demos's hands, he had the courage to stop him.

"Hmph, what can you do as a human!"

After making a numb smile, Demos still said to Jose in a pale tone, but the momentum of his speech no longer showed all the previous arrogance and disdain.

"Senior!" Jose didn't give up, and called out to Demos again.

"I will not part with Carette, though I know that this is not the time to say this, but I must tell you! I love her more than anything else, and if I are separated from her one day, there is only one possibility, and that is for Carette to abandon me. ”

Demos finally turned his face and looked at Jose earnestly, looking at the irreversible expression on his face. Compared with the blank wood on Demos's face, Jose's expression was resolute and determined.

"I'll talk about that later. Bai Xiu is injured, you go to find him and get him out of here, he needs you more at this time. ”

At the moment when Demos turned around and left, the dark power that had been accumulated for a long time burst out, and the momentum was fierce and strong. A fierce whirlwind rose from the ground, swept around his body and spread, then turned into a hurricane that rampaged through the temple and roared, shaking violently everywhere the stone buildings in its path.

Swept and trembled, in Jose's stunned watch, Demos slowly walked away with a black and purple but bright energy light.

With every step he took, flames erupted from the place where he had risen from his feet, like an undying black flower of death, blooming and blooming, as if pouring out endless anger, boundless resentment, and desperate revenge!

The stone layers of the underwater temple were broken, and stones and dust were scattered from time to time. The water that continued to flow into the temple was affected by the fluctuations of dark forces, and the turbulent blue currents were more like frightened birds eager to return to their nests, unable to maintain their initial silence.

The shock at his feet forced the war between the gods and goddesses on the other side of the temple to be halted for a moment.

Cali jumped onto a broken half-stone pillar to rest, and the coarse wheezing was too long to subside, in fact she was already exhausted.

Wiping a handful of hot sweat, she peeked at Poseidon on the other side. I saw him standing up straight with his head held high, holding the trident that was standing on the ground with one hand, although he also had many hard injuries, he was in much better condition than hers.

Looking at and thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel a little impatient, saying that the strength of the Sea King was not weak, but she didn't expect it to be so strong...

A strange light rises at the long end of the hallway. Although the air is filled with gray smoke and dust, and although the vision is blurred and hindered to a great extent, its appearance is still so eye-catching and eye-catching.

That, is it—

Kari was caught in the mysterious glow first, and she was a little hard to believe.

The light is getting closer. As it approached, the dust cleared in layers, as if thinned by the sun's warm mist, and finally the gods' vision suddenly cleared.

That's the arrival of the Dark God!

Waves of energy converged all over his body, adding to his might and coldness as he walked towards him with a gloomy face.

Kalivan didn't expect Demos to return alone, and a very bad guess about Karette immediately arose in his mind. So she didn't ask much, and silently watched as he raised his arms sharply and threw Medusa's head at Aquaman.

Aquaman's eyes immediately became fierce and sharp, except for the extreme resentment, but there was not much sadness, although he had a momentary loss of consciousness when he held the head of the snake demon, although one of his hands had trembled over her head full of blood and snake hair.

The undersea temple has finally begun to collapse...... The pillar collapsed and fell, and everything in front of him became broken and decayed, losing its former glory and magnificence. Now this solid and calm temple complex, this impregnable white sanctuary is a soap bubble that is about to evaporate, and it is about to come to the end of its collapse—

Demos covered his palm over the worst wound on Kali's left rib, healing it with mana, while another Titan's power flowed through the wound and into her body with his dark power.

"Demos ?..."

"Athena Jewel, please. ”

"Aren't you leaving?"

"The account between me and Poseidon has not yet been settled..."

He spoke slowly, his words clear and powerful, and his face was full of gloomy sadness. Looking sideways at the Sea King on the waves, the anger of victory was faintly visible in the depths of his melancholy eyes.

Cali couldn't tell if he was happy or sad. She had always regarded Kareta as the Dark's greatest danger, and it would be nice for her to be eliminated. But at this time, Demos's forbearant expression caused her inexplicable sentimentality.

“... What the hell is wrong with you... Is she really worth your hard work? Answer me!

This is the goddess of blood—

The character is also like the color of her title, bright and unrestrained, always tough, not losing, and always a noble and proud king. Even if she is unhappy and sad in her heart, she has to be irritable, nervous, and roaring on the outside.

Dark orbs of light enveloped Cali's body and carried her as she floated in the water. She desperately pointed fingers at him in the barrier of Demos, and kept screaming at him outside in a tone of accusation and questioning.

"What do you mean - I said, don't spell me! you'll regret it! Drop me, I told you to put down—"

The ball of light flew up and quickly passed out of the temple and disappeared into the infinite ocean...

Cali's chatter could no longer be heard, only the sheer sound of water and collapsing.

In the realm of the endgame, the two male gods looked at each other, their bodies opposite, their eyes exchanged, and they held the blades in their hands tightly again.

They all knew that one of them had come to the end, and that the battle that would follow would be the fair judge, and that it would choose the god who had finished the rest of the journey, and fall with this temple and perish in the middle of the ocean...

The unknown place beyond the ocean temple—

Birds scrambled out of the bushes and among the branches of the trees, and flocks obscured half the sky. At the beginning of the Rhythm War, the sensitive ones were the first to be disturbed, flapping their wings and circling and colliding in the air, only to form a panicked team and flee without a tail after a few seconds.

Below them is a battlefield without gunpowder.

A god and a revenant, the scattered numbers are fiercely fighting here, and the momentum is far more spectacular than the competition of thousands of troops.

A trumpet against a harp, an elegant and melodious instrument here has become a deadly weapon, which can kill invisibly without bloody combat, and is more terrifying than any sharp sword.

The sound of the piano is endless, and it performs a smooth and joyful tune, like a demon spirit that follows Carette with brisk steps.

She couldn't get rid of it completely. Gradually, her life, her soul, was guided by it, fascinated by its melody, and listened to its beauty. The active cells of the whole body slowly became numb, and there was no fear or pain in the heart, and consciousness was still clear.

Kareta felt her weight lighten, and she flew into the sky like a free bird. In front of her was an incomparably majestic peak, taller than Mount Olympus, and a waterfall fell from the middle of the summit into the clear water of the pond at the foot of the mountain, like a barracuda glowing with silver light, and her body became a mist that swirled around the verdant mountains with a smile, quietly enjoying the sound of the spring flowing, like the melody played by the harp.

The loud sound of the horn awakens Karete's brain, which is about to sleep, and pain hits her as she wakes up.

The strings stirred up rapidly, weaving one counterattack after another, and the strings nailed into the flesh fluctuated most rapidly, and suddenly they wriggled and eroded her like wisps of maggots, making her miserable.

On the other hand, in the fierce battle between Triton and Moqin, her body also acts as a carrier of two rhythms, and whether the strength of the two increases or declines, it directly affects her nerves, so the torture of suffering is self-evident.

The pressure of the horn gradually increases, and the diffuse sound concentrates the sound and breaks it down into incoherent notes, and the power of the harp decreases.

As soon as the rhyme of the piano turned, the rhythm changed from bright to depressing, and the kind demon spirit also turned its face into a demon who was not to be outdone, revealing a dry bone form. On the terrifying skull, two rows of steel teeth mechanically repeated the action of impact, making a "smack" sound. It is endlessly indictment of discontent, with the utmost cleverness and almost sophistry.

As he spoke, the demon suddenly screamed in rage, and it raised its arms as it looked hoarse.

At this time, the magic of the harp has reached its peak, and the gray evil qi forms a deep black hole in the air, and the sparks flicker, frequently rubbing fiercely inside the bottomless deep hole, and the powerful magnetic force absorbs all the leaves in the forest, and rolls into a blue ball in the air and rolls into the black hole to disappear. The black hole is shifting, and it looks like it's going to swallow everything here.

Terry puffed out a series of low tones on his cheeks, which was the key move to determine the victory, and although his face was purple and red, he was so tired that his vision was blurred. With a long and coherent tail sound, the water behind him boiled, and the hot waves jumped up one after another, unfurling a curtain of water in the air at an altitude of 100 meters.

The convulsions of Carreta in front of him made Terry unable to bear it, and he couldn't help but lower his horn, he couldn't do it with his hands to strangle that fresh life.

A few days ago, she was still gentle and innocent, with a graceful and agile figure and a subtle and affectionate charm that flowed from her eyebrows and eyes with a smile, if she hadn't been taken to the underwater temple...

"Kareta, are you alright—"

He used his consciousness to speak directly to her brain, so that it would not interfere with the advocacy of the horn.

"I can persevere! Don't give up, keep going! I've seen victory!"

The decisive answer was that she diligently encouraged him.

"But just give up your life like this, give up the opportunity to live in this life, are you really willing, do you really have no regrets?"

The world of consciousness was silent, and he couldn't hear her answer, he only saw that the smiling face was hanging on the tip of the piano, and he was laughing silently in front of him, with deep sadness, and smiling delicately and clearly.

"I don't regret it? After sleeping for thousands of years, I finally waited for the opportunity to come back to the world to fulfill my long-cherished wish, and now it seems that it is an extravagant hope... I'm afraid that I will make my sworn lover look forward to a lifetime... However, if Moqin absorbs my power and continues to do evil, I will die an even more regretful death. So Triton, don't worry too much, fight to the end to get rid of the ghost of Eulate, let me die the right death—"