Walr slashed almost ten slashes in one go, each slashing at the spellcaster god Imia Lampelus, including even a transcendent god god of war lightblade. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, nothing came of it.

Faced with this situation, even if he was as resolute as Him, he couldn't help but be a little worried, and silently retreated.

This is a very strange thing, a warrior and a mage fight, not only do not stick to it and cut it to death, but hurriedly retreat and distance themselves.

The audience who witnessed this scene was stunned, and one of the Void Masquerade cultists who lacked combat experience and was full of enthusiasm could not help but shout: "Don't retreat!

Naturally, Woer heard the words, but did not rush forward, but only smiled bitterly.

He knew for himself that the round of attacks just now had been futile, not only consuming a lot of his physical strength, but also depleting his stored divine power. Imia Lamperous is worthy of being famous for 3,000 years, and he can see at a glance that he lacks hardcore believers and has limited reserves of divine power.

The seven-colored aura that shrouded Imia not only possessed terrifying defensive power, but also contained a huge amount of divine power. Every time the knife is slashed at it, a large amount of divine power and Wall's divine power will be canceled out. After these ten or so slashes, more than half of the divine power in his body was consumed.

If this kind of fight continues, Imia doesn't even have to make a move, just relying on the consumption of divine power, he can make the Vort oil run out, and finally fall down.

Wallr frowned, thinking about what to do.

He was not afraid of death, or he was prepared for it. But it is not His style to die without striving for victory.

True courage is not only about daring to face and endure death, but also about fighting in the face of despair. Fight for a glimmer of life.

That's how most of those amazing miracles come about.

After thinking for a moment, he grasped the long black knife in both hands, raised it diagonally above his head, and assumed a position ready to slash diagonally.

This posture is the most powerful and powerful of the sword techniques, and a skilled warrior uses it. It is often possible to cut down all enemies with heavy armor.

Walr stared at Imia, motionless, but his mood gradually calmed down, like a pool of stagnant water, calm and waveless, and like a mirror, reflecting everything around him.

Imia didn't speak, but smiled appreciatively.

In the face of this overwhelming disparity in strength, there is still the courage to continue fighting. Warriors who can even regain their composure in the middle of the battle and use more drastic means are certainly worthy of appreciation!

But he had some regrets.

Why would such a person become the god of knowledge?

The God of Knowledge...... Anyway, he should be a spellcaster!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly. sighed not only for the pearl of the secret cast, but also for the indisputability of his disciples and grandchildren.

A group of legendary mages actually let a warrior rob the priesthood of knowledge. It's a shame to be thrown into the River Styx!

"It seems that I have focused all these years on understanding and mastering the power of the source of the world. Trying to include all the casters in his priesthood at once, neglecting to teach them!"

He thought to himself, not taking the battle in front of him to heart.

In His view, the only thing that can fight against spells is spells. And the God of Knowledge has been blocked by His Majesty's Lord of Mysteries, how can he have a chance of winning against him by martial arts alone?

If you do, you lose. Then I have lived in vain for 3,000 years!

The knife flashed.

Walter stepped back again, stumbling on his feet.

With that sword just now, he had already concentrated all his essence and spirit, and brought his martial arts to the extreme.

However, the results were no different from before. Opposite. His divine power, which had already lost a lot, fell off a cliff again, and it had reached a precarious point.

If he continued to fight like this, maybe after the next sword, he would fall into a long sleep because his divine power was exhausted.

For a new god who has not even had time to build the kingdom of God and the church has not yet had time to build, this is almost a fall.

"Perhaps...... The next blow will be the last blow of my life......"

With this realization, He slowly adjusted his breathing and restored his composure.

Since there is only one sword power left, it is necessary to use this sword to the best and swing the most brilliant blow in this life!

Imia's thoughts were slightly disturbed by the sword of Wall, and it dawned on the great magician that he was still in the midst of a duel.

He smiled apologetically and turned his gaze back to Wall.

"Ahh With his eyesight, he naturally saw Wall's situation at a glance, and couldn't help frowning, and persuaded, "You better admit defeat." If you keep fighting, you'll die!"

Walr answered him with a calm smile.

It was a smile that was ready to come to an awareness and was ready to accept death.

Imia's brow furrowed even deeper, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why? There must be a reason!"

"Reason?" Woll finally replied, "why do you need a reason?"

"You're going to die!" said Imiah, "you can live without a reason, but you can't die without a reason!"

"Betrayal requires a reason, but persistence does not. Walle smiled, and his smile was calm and calm.

"Loyalty should not be above ideals and beliefs!" Imia frowned and said, "You are not a god of knights, your priesthood is knowledge, the promotion and dissemination of knowledge, and the promotion of civilization...... Loyalty shouldn't be more important than your philosophy!"

"Everybody thinks differently, and I don't want you to understand me. Walr replied with a smile, "For you, who have seen the rise and fall of many dynasties over the course of three thousand years, loyalty has long been meaningless. Perhaps even in the face of the Lord of the Great Mysteries, you are following Him as a student rather than a courtier. But for me, His Majesty the Mask of the Void is my sovereign, and as His courtier, I am grateful for His support and kindness to me. If it weren't for His help, I would probably still be in the library, sheltered from His Majesty the Bibliophile, hiding from possible pursuers, and growing old in obscurity, until at last all my courage and strength have been worn away by the years, and I have become an ordinary member of the cemetery......"

"His Majesty the Void Kamen has shown me the way forward, helped me find my purpose in life, and achieved it. He lifted my life from a life of a fearful fugitive and hateful avenger, and became a great man to celebrate, eventually even beyond the limits of the living, and into immortality. ”

He was silent for a moment, and then said, "What touches me most is His equality and kindness towards me! This attitude is far more precious than the benefits He has given me, and compared to it, it is not really a big deal to be a god." ”

"Life or something, it's even less worth mentioning!"

He seldom said so much in one breath, and when he did, he laughed himself.

"Alright, Master Imia Lamperous, that's the end of the nonsense, let's end this fight. ”

As he spoke, he took a step forward with his left foot, leaned sideways, and the black blade was placed across his chest, pointing at Imia Lamperous's chest.

"I'll do everything I can to stab this one, and I hope you won't get hurt from it. ”

The spellcaster god was silent for a moment and sighed deeply.

He took out an ordinary-looking wooden staff and slowly raised it.

The golden light condensed at the tip of the wooden staff, turning into a ball of light, spinning rapidly.

"This is the spell I was best at when I first broke into the world. He said, "People like you don't deserve to die of running out of divine power." Let me give you a ride with my proudest spell!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight in the final battle, Morani's face had become very solemn, and even his body was slightly arched, his knees were slightly bent, and he was ready to rush forward.

"I'll block that spell, you save people. As he spoke, Jorgaldeman's right hand flashed, and his customary large axe appeared in his hand.

But their plan was not put into action.

For just before Warr unleashed his final thrust and Imia Lamperous unleashed his most triumphant magic, a voice as angry as a volcanic eruption came from underground.

"Dead old man, have you ever heard a word?" Sui Xiong's roar made even a dead person jump up in fright, "Don't pretend to be forced! Pretend to be struck by lightning!"

A dazzling flash of lightning erupted from the ground, and in an instant, it came to the face of the god of spellcasters. Crashing into the seven-colored circle of light that he was protecting himself, it erupted with dazzling white light.

This light caused almost everyone present to temporarily lose their sight, and only the powerful God of Justice was able to resist the intense light and maintain clear vision.

And so before the light was gone, His laughter was heard.

"Hahahaha! It's so funny! It's so funny!"

What's so interesting?

With such doubts, everyone who regained their vision saw Walr standing in the air in a daze, still in a posture ready to stab.

Huh, what about Master Imia Lamperous, the god of spellcasters? Where is he?

More than one person searched around in doubt, looking far away, but could not find the figure of Master Imia Lamperous.

Morani used his divine power to search everywhere, at least he had seen a radius of hundreds of miles, but he could not find the figure of Master Imia.

So he looked at Yol Gardeman beside him suspiciously, and he felt that His Majesty, the God of Justice, who had just laughed, must know something.

But before the God of Justice could speak, Sui Xiong's voice came from the ground again.

His voice was a little exclamation, a little dissatisfied: "I'll fuck him! This old man is as hard as a turtle! I fired an electromagnetic cannon at it, but I just blasted him away, but I couldn't break his turtle shell!" )