The wind tore through the atmosphere, and the sound of howling shattered the space.

It was just a punch, a simple punch, a missed punch, and the ensuing shockwave went on a rampage like an enraged bull, plowed a huge scar that almost pierced through the land of Hemtika.

Dagon, or Dagon, is a thing of the past from beneath the depths of the sea, the king of the Seven Seas.

Like the Leviathan, the giant beast of the sea that once invaded Hemtika through the dark waves, this half-human, half-fish monster has terrifying power far above the mortal world, even if it is restricted and controlled, its every move will become a terrifying natural disaster that mortals cannot resist.

Neither Duke Goldsworthy nor Brandon O'Neill had a particularly good solution to this.

They've done the best they can.

Even if the silver-haired and black-eyed Lord of Hemtika uses the concept of Ouroboros to push his abilities into the forbidden realm, even if the Patriarch of Hemtika, the head of the Order, brings the path of the bloodline of the Glorious and the path of the fusion stigmata of the sword-wielder to the end at the same time, even if the two pinnacle powerhouses who stand on the top of the world join hands here, they are still more than capable of facing the ancient evil that has come out of the myth.

The disparity in strength is too great.

In order to minimize the damage caused by Dagon to Hemtika, they even had to choose the battlefield on the body of this half-man, half-fish monster, and had to endure the smell of fishy air in their faces, running, jumping, and struggling to dodge terrible attacks that could fall from the sky at any time on the polished smooth and almost untenable scales.

However, the situation has not improved, and has even worsened.

Duke Goldsworthy was in a terrible state, the Lord of Hemtica, who had infinite power and was becoming more powerful than ever before, had indeed extended his power to the end of the mortal path after stepping into the forbidden realm of death, but ...... Correspondingly, he was under increasing pressure, and gradually became overwhelmed by Dagon's increasingly fierce onslaught.

It's not exhaustion, it's inadequacy.

- His spirit is on the verge of its limits in high-intensity combat.

On the one hand, the silver-haired and dark-eyed Glory One had to deal with the terrible attacks that could come at any time, even if they were touched by the wind pressure, and on the other hand, they had to be distracted and control the multiplying power in their bodies based on the placenta of the infinite serpent Uroboros.

No matter how strong the spirit is, in the case of distraction, it will sooner or later collapse.

Duke Goldsworthy wasn't too quick to handle Dagon's increasingly targeted attacks, but it was predictably only a matter of time.

And, now, there are signs of it.

"Be careful!"

Brandon – The Patriarch of the Order, Helmtika, noticed his loss of consciousness and raised his voice as a warning.

But it was too late.

The twisted fingers poured down like a mountain, and the Lord of Hemtika, who had lost his mind for a short time, only had time to leap down, and with the help of the ensuing frenzied wind pressure, he escaped from the clutches of the giant fish-man.

It's just that...... This is not the end.

Dagon's strength over Xudra is not only in strength, but also in wisdom.

Its attack didn't stop there, and after forcing away the flea-sized Glory, a second attack came at the tail end - a huge palm almost the size of a town hall stretched out, and its five fingers reached out like a net, trying to grab Duke Goldsworthy, who was nowhere to be felt in midair.

This is a blow that has been planned for a long time.

There is no way to escape, there is no escape——

The Patriarch of the Order narrowed his eyes, and if he had been transposed, he would not have escaped death.

However, the silver-haired and black-eyed Lord of Hemtika seemed to have crossed the limits of mortals in the continuous reinforcement, although he did not respond to the attack at the first time, but his next move was enough to make people realize his strength.

Swing your sword.

He didn't do anything else but swing his sword, aiming it at the air in front of him.

And so, the fire was ignited in the darkness and disappeared in an instant.

The ancient quality sword is like a red-hot soldering iron, emitting a different kind of light in the darkness—

The sharp sword press tore through the atmosphere, and the voice was left far behind.

"Poof!"

The sound of flesh being cut was heard, and crimson blood shot out, and a rain of blood fell over Hemtika.

For the first time since the beginning of the war, the gods of the deep sea were wounded.

Although it was only a shallow, insignificant wound, it did remind him of the fear of being dominated by death on the battlefield of ancient times that was far away from time.

- So you went crazy?

How can it be!

The colossal half-human, half-fish god was only out of anger, but it was not dominated by anger, and the battle instinct that had been silent by the long years of calm gradually revived at this moment—

So the third round of the offensive followed.

Predicting the direction in which the Glorious One, who had recoiled with the help of his sword, did not hesitate in the slightest, and like a master fighter, Dagon kicked a long half-moon arc.

"Tear up!"

A rather obvious sound, and a huge wound was torn open in the space.

But the gods of the deep sea were not satisfied.

Because, once again, it missed.

The blow was faster than lightning, leaving no room for the enemy to flee or dodge.

It's an absolute nirvana.

However, the expected results were not achieved.

The enemy is not alone.

Another little bug that it overlooked, played a crucial role in this moment - at this critical juncture, Brandon O'Neill unleashed his abilities.

Wind harnessing power from stigmata!

It can be said that it is a coincidence, or it can be said that it can be said that the traveler who has traveled through most of the night has changed the trajectory of Duke Goldsworthy's fall through the summoned wind before Dagon attacks, causing him to fall to the ground first, and pass by the blow that is enough to tear through space.

If you are hit, you will definitely die!

Even if it is affected by the aftermath, it will be difficult to escape because of the pull of the atmosphere!

It's just that...... The silver-haired, dark-eyed Glory Man did not feel afraid—he did not even realize the imminence of this crisis, and was simply responding to the enemy with a battle-hardened instinct.

Strengthen yourself with strengthening, and build the placenta of the infinite serpent Urobolos.

This was an idea inspired by an alchemist in the holy city of Hammurabi, and although it could not be simply said that this idea was immature, he really hadn't studied this kind of life-fighting trick that was destined to escape the punishment of death once it was used, let alone a way to study it.

Therefore, he did not know that once he stepped into that forbidden realm, the ascension of power was not gradual, but a leap from slow to fast.

If at first he went from one to two, from two to four, now he is in the stage of sixteen to thirty-two, and the speed at which he has accumulated his strength has far exceeded his expectations.

On the other hand, it is becoming more and more difficult to control the body.

Like a child wielding a giant axe, his every move is very difficult, and the effect is not very good.

The body's movements will always lag behind the consciousness by one or two beats.

If you are only facing an ordinary enemy, under the filling of combat instinct, lagging thinking and consciousness are not so indispensable, however...... The power of the family from the old days is far beyond everyone's expectations, and in addition to the supernatural power that is unattainably powerful, the Divine Disaster Dagon also has a wisdom close to that of a human being, and a fighting instinct that is tempered over the entire mortal world.

It's strong.

And compared to Duke's limited strength, it is incredibly strong, and there is no doubt that it is strong.

In the face of this level of existence, as long as anyone still maintains the identity of a human being, he has to be moved, and he has to be aware of his own narrow-mindedness and ignorance.

But the Lord of Hemtika did not have such an idea.

Because, as an individual, he has transcended the shackles of the identity of "human".

From mortal to transcendent, the road to the end, the invisible barrier that lay in front of him, was forcibly broken by the placenta of Uroboros that gradually formed in his body, and his current strength was so strong that even he felt shocked, so strong that even he didn't know how powerful he really was.

However, the silver-haired, black-eyed Glory One was not happy with this.

To be exact, very dissatisfied.

- Uncontrollable forces invite only misfortune.

For Duke Goldsworthy, it was a runaway, an intolerable runaway, and a fatal runaway.

A beat slower -

He didn't realize that the fourth attack was coming.

Dagon's five fingers clenched into a fist, and then the hammer fell to the ground.

"Boom!"

Splashes of sand and dust, the Descendants of Glory were completely submerged, and with the spread of cracks on the earth, the whole of Hemtika settled here.

Then, another punch.

The earth "boomed" and recessed into the boss's place.

Immediately after that, came the third punch.

The powerful fist force directly pierced through the mantle, and the three layers of walls of sighs between the upper and lower areas, between the lower and the fog areas, and across the fog area, all collapsed!

Like a fallen domino, the whole of Hemtika was reduced to rubble in an instant.

But even worse is Brandon O'Neinnes.

When the Patriarch of the Order met the scarlet eyes that loomed in the dust, he seemed to hear a voice full of malice in the depths of his heart.

"You're next. ”

He wanted to run away if he could.

But behind him is Hemtika -

Besides, he has been on the run for so long, it is time to make a break with the past, and dying on this land that gave birth to him may not be a good destination.

Brandon clenched the sword in his hand, and then the next moment.

The thick arms tore through the layers of fog and unleashed a deadly attack on him.

Next, how many rounds are left?

Thinking back to the luxurious package Duke had enjoyed, the Patriarch of the Order raised an eyebrow.

- Can't escape.

Then bite off a few pieces of its flesh in turn!

So, Brandon O'Neill waved the scepter in his hand and overclocked the five stigmatas implanted in his body, fusing the stigma with his bloodline to deliver the most ultimate blow.

The strongest in the mortal realm!

He has this self-confidence -

However, only a small bruise was made, and the scales on the palm of the hand were cut, leaving a wound that was neither deep nor shallow.

It's really a wretched way to die.

Looking at the wound that was getting closer and bigger, the old man couldn't help but think.

Then, dripping blood spilled out.

The whole of Hemtika trembled, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

That's the arm—

The god of the deep sea, which is almost as high as heaven and earth, only has one arm left.

The Patriarch of the Order watched the sudden change, and also at this incredible scene, and followed the direction from which the attack came, looking at this familiar figure looming in the mist, and couldn't help but sigh softly, and said his name:

—Duke. ”

Duke Goldsworthy.