Isis's magic is no longer a storm, but a raging tide, and the countess uses her magic to protect Magellan with terrifying efficiency beyond the limits of human beings, but she still can't save him from drowning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The result is just around the corner.

But Magellan seemed to have no premonition at all, and he attacked the goddess in magic as if he were crazy, and his sword cut through countless magic.

He was covered in bruises, and he was already at the end of his crossbow.

By now, everyone was amazed at the huge difference in the goddess's abilities, and the ritual was about to be completed, but the magicians found that they had no chance of saving Magellan from the goddess.

Except for the Earl.

If no one comes forward, the goddess will kill Magellan shortly after, which the Count will never allow, as his sacrifice has not yet been completed.

In the time that the Sphinx had been fighting the goddess, the Count had come up with new magic and put it into action, but he was one step slower.

The angry goddess was about to kill Magellan.

"You haven't lost all your chances, Goddess Isis. ”

Isis turned a blind eye to the Count, she was used to ignoring the existence of mortals, even though she had not changed just now when two mortals had caused her great trouble.

"Thoth's magic is not incapable of going on. ”

"You'd better not lie to me, mortal!"

The statue of the goddess is a monster with countless hands, pouring out its anger on Magellan while capturing the Count and placing it in front of his eyes.

"If you don't mind accepting the sincere kindness of some god in a faraway land......"

Isis let out a contemptuous snort from his mouth: "Although the mark of another god on your body is profound, that god is as weak as a mortal. ”

The goddess placed the Count on the ground, and then transformed the magic of the sky from attack to bondage.

"You'd better not waste my patience. ”

At that moment, Isis was like the master of the whole world, and in front of her, the Count humbly bowed his head, and above his head was the whole sky that was turned over in the hands of the goddess.

"Right now. ”

The Count bowed his head respectfully, turned around, and walked towards Thoth, who was lying on the ground on the other side, never letting the goddess see his eyes.

Because if Isis had seen it, he would have found out that the Count was lying to her.

From the sudden appearance of the goddess to the present, Isis's power has changed so much that it is like a stupid megalomaniac. She had easily snatched the resurrected Thoth from the sacrificial countess, only to be completely suppressed by the sphinx, and then suddenly revealed her strength, not only letting the beast retreat, but also revealing the terrifying power that she had mastered the entire world.

Perhaps on the surface it seemed like the goddess was too much of a slightest, or the sudden appearance of the Sphinx was too unexpected, but the Count knew that the real reason was not so.

Isis wanted to gain Thoth's knowledge, and she didn't mind killing the god who had finally been resurrected after a long time. And the giant beast was awakened by the ritual, and the only purpose of its existence was to ensure the completion of the ritual.

When Isis is weakened because she has spent too much power stripped of knowledge from Thoth, and when she is as strong as the sun, it is because she has withdrawn those powers - and the Sphinx retreats without a fight.

This was the Count's speculation, and now, the Goddess's reaction was enough to prove him right.

Then everything is once again on the track he hoped.

The power of the gods was like an ocean hanging upside down in the sky, and the endless weight pressed on Magellan and the countess, making them unable to move, Isis did not show any excitement, but in fact she had infinite expectations for the count's description - she did not think that the count was lying to her, or had bad intentions, but the goddess did not hesitate, because it meant the hope of survival.

Just now, Isis was convinced that she was going to die.

For the gods, death is nothing more than a trip that can be planned, but they also have to deal with a certain kind of existence similar to human death.

That means a real disappearance, and perhaps the name and deeds of a god will continue to circulate in human mouths for countless years, but that has nothing to do with the gods.

Isis faced with this fear, something all too familiar to an immortal god, but one that was incredibly unfamiliar.

The goddess stared at the Count as she watched him walk towards Thoth.

The great god, the burly baboon, was on the verge of death, but he had not lost his life, but was in the process of crumbling.

The countess tried a lot to dispel the goddess's powers, but she couldn't do anything about what was happening to Thoth.

Thoth was collapsing, his divine power scattering, occasionally erupting into a chaotic storm, blood flowing, and the wounds on his patchwork body were getting deeper and deeper, about to burst apart.

Still, the god wasn't dead - otherwise the Sphinx wouldn't have stood quietly and wouldn't have moved.

Thoth's state was what made Isis desperate, her magic had done irreparable damage, and when this magic was interrupted, the goddess had no hope of doing it again - Thoth would collapse in the damage caused by the magic, and in this slow and desperate process, he would not be able to support the next magic completion.

The end result of all this is that the goddess will be dissipated by the wind at the moment when the festival is over, and the created world will disappear and fall into eternal sleep.

Isis didn't fail to find reasons to comfort herself, but she failed.

When the Count walked up to Thoth, Isis couldn't help but get nervous.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, all of which were chaotic to the gods. For the umpteenth time, the goddess suspected that the Count was just deceiving her, and at last, the Count came to Thoth and raised his hand.

Then the goddess's heart was pierced by a long sword.

Magellan raised his right hand despite the pressure of countless magic, and took advantage of the moment when the goddess's attention was off to let the blade hit the target.

Isis reached out and grasped the blade of seawater, and the golden blood stained the blade long enough to split the mountains at an astonishing speed.

"However, the gods," the goddess was not as angry as Magellan expected, much to the latter's disappointment, "and not like humans, who would die from the wounds of the sword......

"You don't know much about your opponents, do you?"

"I'm sorry. ”

Magellan coldly let the stretched blade disappear, then lowered the hand holding the sword.

"It's just that sometimes you don't know the previous one at all...... Exist. ”