Shiva's heart was pierced.

Golden blood gushed out like a spring.

The countess's hair danced wildly in the air, blocking a few drops of divine blood that were about to fall on her, and the gold faded in an instant, turning gray.

Then a touch of gold concealed the metallic silver in the countess's hair.

Shiva tapped the lotus flower in his hand on his chest, and the gushing blood came to an abrupt halt, and the wound disappeared completely.

At the same time, the other five arms of the God of Destruction continued to rain down on them.

The countess suddenly felt the pressure from above her head become enormous.

In front of Shiva, ordinary mortals are incomparably small, like a hare looking up at an adult human, with a large shadow above the countess's head, and the god of destruction like a towering cliff.

But the countess is not an ordinary mortal, she is the future master, the master of the essence, and the enemy of the gods.

Even Shiva is no match for her.

The sudden pressure came from another god.

The Countess was a little surprised, she had thought that Vishnu was focused on creating a blockade and had no spare energy to interfere in the battle.

Now, this mortal is facing the three supreme gods.

The Countess began to move, she left Shiva's rain of destruction, jumped over the vines that suddenly sprouted from the ground, rushed towards Vishnu, who was sitting upright on the ground praying, and then suddenly turned around.

There is a hint of stiffness in Shiva's perfect dance.

His chase should not have stopped abruptly here, it ruined the beauty of the dance, and the god of destruction was furious, and Shiva completely abandoned his reason and smashed all the weapons in his hand down.

Then the countess ducked.

Although Brahma and Vishnu reacted in this instant, they could not stop the countess, and the mortal princess jumped on the arm of the giant god and rushed in front of him.

It was a huge face of deep blue, like a stone statue carved out of lapis lazuli in a Brahmin temple, every line of the face was full of anger, and there was nothing in the black eyes.

It is the prerogative of the gods, who control their emotions but are not affected by them.

The countess pressed a hand on Shiva's face and lowered her head.

A flash of light flashed.

The countess looked up, and what appeared before her was a horrible wound on Shiva's face, half of the flesh on her face had been lifted to reveal a hideous gum of teeth, and her left eye was missing, leaving only a golden socket.

It was a terrifying magic that the countess had never used, condensing the power of the source of the essence but not the essence, and the huge destructive power exploded in a very small space, even the aftermath was extremely dangerous, and even the countess had to bow her head to avoid the essence disc parallel to the ground.

As she could see, the magic did not disappoint the countess.

But the High God is not dead, and the Countess has no plans to kill the gods.

A smile appeared on that hideous face, and the two rows of white teeth on the gum parted, and an inhuman voice came from inside: "The last chance was also missed by you, finally, mortal, this is the last gift before the destruction of the world, anyway, I wanted to do it a long time ago." ”

"Let this eye send you to annihilation with the old world. ”

For the first time, the countess began to wonder what she had missed.

As she expected, Shiva would not have made any attack that would fully exert the destructive power of the God of Destruction until Vishnu's blockade was completely secured, everything the Countess had done before was because Shiva had not exerted his full strength, but now, if he opened his third eye, Vishnu's blockade would not have been able to hold.

Shiva's eyes on his forehead began to flutter and he had already begun to act.

The countess suddenly found that she couldn't hide.

When Shiva's third eye is opened, the fire of destruction will burn everything in his sight to ashes, and as long as the anger continues, the fire of destruction will not stop, and can even destroy the whole world.

Because of Shiva's unexpectedly determined determination, the latter is now in an inextricable predicament.

But in the end, Shiva's eyes opened.

It was a scene that had never been seen in all Brahmanical poetry, and no one, not even a god, had ever seen Shiva's fire of destruction still alive, and that was absolute power.

There was a buzz in the air.

The Countess bowed her head and rushed towards Shiva, not knowing if she would be able to hide behind the god of destruction before she was destroyed, and she was not even confident that her own strength would be able to stand up to the flames.

But she dodged the horrific attack.

With Shiva's angry roar, the countess looked up, and she was surprised to see that the giant god was roaring with his head up, and a gray beam of light rose into the sky, and everywhere the wind gathered and scattered, and the roar of the whirlwind was like the wail of a giant beast.

Magellan hung on the back of Shiva's head, his sword stuck in the body of the god of destruction, and the pain of the blade forced the god to raise his head so that the light of destruction did not fall to the ground.

Vishnu's blockade was broken.

The countess's worst fears had happened.

The wound of the soul is not like a physical or mental wound, it seems almost indistinguishable from no damage, but the consequences are terrible. Maybe in the next moment, Magellan will fall asleep and never wake up, his soul already a candle in the wind.

But Magellan himself rushed into the gale.

But the countess didn't have time to do anything.

From the distant zenith, the sound of a howling wind was heard.

Some kind of throbbing from the depths of the soul made all the people and gods here raise their heads, and in the distant zenith, a star that had never been seen before appeared.

The light of science, the star of power.

The pure white light collided with the gray pillar of light, and the two terrifying forces clashed in the air, and the aftermath created a violent wind in the air, and all the clouds in the entire sky were swept away, and the sky appeared pure blue.

Magellan withdrew his sword and fell to the ground almost as soon as the light of science appeared, and he ran with the countess in the direction away from Shiva, unhindered along the way.

Both Vishnu and Brahma were doing everything in their power to help Shiva, and they could feel the terrifying power of the One True God in the Light of Science that belonged to the One True God of the new, and if there was anything in the world that could destroy the Three Supreme Gods, it should be this power.

The fire of destruction, fueled by Shiva's wrath, can burn everything, but in the face of the light of science, that terrifying force is slowly receding.

"We have to get out of here. ”

The countess looked at the three supreme gods who were too busy to take care of themselves and began to prepare for magic, but was stopped by Magellan.

"In such terrifying fluctuations, it is impossible for your magic to take shape, we can only wait, or the three supreme gods hold on, or they are completely defeated. ”

It was a long wait, and no one knew the outcome.