And at that time, mortals were still shivering in the caves, praying in fear against the darkness. ”

"All you have is stupid arrogance, who allowed you to stand in front of a great god!"

Shiva finally finished his long speech, but he didn't seem to be satisfied, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to start venting his anger.

"Die!"

Far taller than mortals and with six arms, the God of Destruction attacks dangerously and strangely, and he was the only one of the three gods to retain most of his destructive power even after the artifact had been sealed by the artifact, and now that destructive power had fallen on Magellan.

It was a series of movements that ordinary people simply could not imagine and could not understand, and if I had to describe it, it was a dance.

Like a dancer who will do anything to show off his body and the power it contains, Shiva uses his natural beauty and inhuman control to perform a variety of uncanny, strangely distorted poses and deliver his weapons to Magellan.

It may be a dance that will not be understood, but it is a dangerous attack that Magellan has understood, whether it is speed or strength, each of Shiva's movements has reached a creepy level of power, and the tricky and strange angles have never been seen before.

Magellan felt that in front of him was a land-based octopus made of steel.

This is the only way to describe about one-ten-thousandth of the attacks he faced.

Shiva swam and rolled on the ground, his six arms like six living vipers, propping up his upper body to unleash a lightning attack wherever his tail was.

Magellan swung his sword wildly, and for the first time in battle he felt like a madman, completely unsure of what to do next.

And Shiva is still the same, he has become a monster of some kind, as if enjoying his anger, this supreme god who has lost the power of the supreme god has become an incomprehensible mystery, his legs gliding on the ground with his body in a strange position, while his upper body changes his posture all the time, the only constant is that there is always a weapon right at Magellan.

At first, it is a vajra, and the next second it will turn into a sharp arrow, sometimes on the top of the head, sometimes on the back, and then a metal blade, sometimes it will approach the back of the head with a cold wind, and sometimes it will first cut the approaching arrow into two pieces, and then move away from Magellan and spin a few times in the air.

Magellan is like a puppet in the hands of a mad puppeteer, and when the madman dances wildly where no one sees, he can only helplessly follow and become another madman.

Still, he wasn't defeated.

Shiva was so angry at this that the expression on his face was distorted by rage, and the third eye was ready to move, but it was suppressed by the power of the artifact, and it never opened.

He was still dancing, but no one knew which of those meaningless movements would happen to be deadly attacks, and Magellan was already dazed just to keep his eyes on his opponent.

It was a battle where no one knew the outcome, and maybe the next second Shiva would put his throat on Magellan's blade for what he thought was perfect for the move, but until now, that hasn't happened.

Brahma and Vishnu waited patiently, unlike Shiva, and when the power of the Supreme God was blocked by the artifact, the two great gods could do nothing.

Of course, they didn't have to worry about the threat of the countess, and so far, the powerful magic created by the essence could not break through the protection of the divine power.

Time was ticking, and the three Supreme Gods knew that their crisis was only temporary, and that the actions of the allies should be nearing the end.

They are even in the mood to enjoy Shiva's dance.

On the other side, the countess, who was sure that she couldn't do anything, also stopped and began to enjoy this wild dance that could only be seen at the end of the universe.

It was truly mesmerizing, every muscle line of Shiva exuded the charm of strength, and every movement was frozen, a perfect sculpture.

When Shiva's power was still there, such a dance would have killed all the creatures it saw, collapsed the mountains, and dried up the rivers, but now, it was just a dance beyond anyone's imagination.

Magellan, who was in the dance center, was the only one who ignored the contagion, and his movements slowed down.

Although he was able to keep up with Shiva and block all the attacks, this had drained all of Magellan's spirit, and more often than not, he was awkwardly swinging his sword alone, and then found that the tricky attacks he wanted to block were not there.

And the problem that no one except himself has noticed is that Magellan has not successfully attacked once until the beginning of the battle.

Magellan decided to put his sense, which had always been in control of everything, out of the way for a moment, to try his instincts and instincts.

Although he had experienced countless battles that seemed almost certain to lose, Magellan had never felt the instinct to fight, and he thought that perhaps he had experienced too few battles, and now, Magellan finally understood that it was because he had always believed only in reason and calculation.

But now, Magellan wants to try.

For the first time, he was reminded by his intuition.

The three supreme gods have nothing to fear.

They were actually waiting for something, something that could completely disable the artifact in the countess's hands in an instant.

Although it was not thought about, it was like a flash of inspiration, and Magellan suddenly understood all this.

For the first time, he discovered that he really had an intuition, and if it had been before, Magellan would have seen it as a sad failure, a human being, he couldn't even grasp himself, nothing more tragic than that.

But now, Magellan suddenly felt that intuition was also a force that could be harnessed.

He needs strength.

If Magellan hadn't defeated Shiva before what the three gods were waiting for had happened, the countess would be in danger.

Before the vajra landed on Magellan's shoulder, he raised his sword and stopped Shiva's attack.

Just now, he lost his mind.

It was almost unthinkable, and in such a dangerous center of battle, Magellan himself did not know what was happening to him.

Then Shiva continued to dance, the weapon in his hand still waving, still as before, inexplicably not grasping the flaw.

Magellan found that if he didn't think, he wouldn't fight at all, and he didn't even know what he was going to do.

This is not a natural warrior, and even the conditional launch during battle is thought about first.