The ridicule in his ears, Ronald didn't hear it, he looked at the wanton floating fire, and said in a calm tone: "You have become a god?"

"Scared?"

"What is God?"

The statue's voice raised an octave: "The more you want to know, the less I will tell you! Find out for yourself! You are not welcome here! Samael! Get out of my realm!"

"You're a god. ”

"There is a limit to my patience!"

"Then, let me see the power of God!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ronald jumped into a big jump, and in the few seconds when his body flew like an arrow, he suddenly swung out a few slashes, slashing the relief to pieces.

"Come on, come on, Samael, I'll be waiting for you in the hall!" the shattered cameo face burst out with a final roar.

Ronald jumped again, and walked casually towards the secret door that was supposed to be the entrance, and Irel hurriedly followed him, not daring to say anything more.

"Are we going to suffocate here?" it occurred to Irel that they were now underground.

"There's wind here. ”

"Oh......" she bowed her head and stopped talking.

He didn't touch anything along the way, and soon saw a faint light ahead, and before long, they walked out of the hallway.

In the hall, the idol of the god Yfrit, symbolizing Ivlit, stands tall, and below it is a huge altar. Strangely, it was empty and lifeless, and Ronald was nowhere to be seen.

He walked quickly to the altar and reached out to probe it, and found that the black ash inside was slightly hot. He looked around again, and saw that it didn't look like it had been abandoned for a long time, but rather that Ifrit had removed the guards and priests.

"Well, doesn't that mean he's a god?" Irel finally couldn't help but be curious, and her doubts were conveyed in her mind.

Ronald said calmly: "The utensils and supplies used for sacrifice are neatly arranged, and they should not be hastily walked." Soon, he noticed that something was wrong.

Quack, quack, quack.

The heavy stone door opened automatically, revealing a avenue for Ronald. "Looks like we don't need to bother searching, let's go. Ronald stared at the square in front of him, his face serious.

When he came to the square, he found that it was a vast arena - large enough to hold nearly 10,000 people, and a huge circular building made of red rock, standing majestically in front of Ronald. This martial arts arena was like an insurmountable mountain, completely swallowing his sight.

He was still calm, just raised his head slightly, looking at a red rock statue on the side of the arena. He recognized that the three-meter-tall red rock statue was Yfriet's. His whole body seemed to be wrapped in a black robe, and his clothes and physiognomy were carved vividly. And that statue seems to have a living surname, exuding a cult attraction all the time, and people can't help but want to step forward and bow their heads.

"Shall I take a look?"

"That statue has a chaotic aura! Don't come closer!" The invisible Irel was just about to get closer, but Ronald suddenly scolded her through her spiritual consciousness: "Remember, what I said before I came!"

Irel hurriedly grabbed the small bottle containing the energy droplets, flapped the transparent membrane wings, and flew high into the air. "So what are we going to do now?"

"Don't speak. ”

Ronald noticed that the bottom of the black robe also had a Chaos Ouroboros mark. He immediately remembered the information that the mage had gathered, and there were many records about this god, both good and bad.

Demon God......

Could it be that Ifrit has really switched to the demon camp?

He stood still, motionless, and the memories in his mind were like floods that opened the floodgates, wantonly venting.

Thousands of years ago, after the Angels defeated the Titans, they have been living in Cloud City. A life of such a leisurely life led to a break with Jehovah, Lord Almighty, and Lucifer, the King of all. In the civil war between the two sides, the Titans and Dragons, who were forced to hide in the remote corners of the continent due to their defeat, and other races joined forces to invade Cloudsdale. And Ifrit, at that time, was summoned from the elemental world by the Black Dragon King as one of the elemental envoys of his subordinates.

The great war spread across the continent, with countless casualties.

Originally, everyone thought that this long-lasting war would continue until one side was completely destroyed. However, a chaotic aura that came out of nowhere disrupted the entire battlefield!

The Void Abyss was torn apart, and the demons smirked and suddenly appeared from the depths of the earth!

Under the influence of magic, the red-hot molten slurry erupted from the mountain pass, sweeping towards the continent of Erathia with a sulfur-filled death and brutality. All kinds of strange-looking, red-skinned demons filled with a sulfurous stench poured out of the crater in an attempt to invade the continent of Erathia.

Not only the angel race, but even the other races were all caught off guard by the sudden demons and were defeated. Previously, Ronald heard about "Asmodeus" from the mouth of the Horned Demon Overseer in the Ekris Mountains, as well as the "Beelzep" in the county of Tromania, Cain and they tried to resurrect, all of them were high-level demon leaders. With fire and pestilence, they swept through the living beings like a tidal wave, and there was hardly a single grass in the land they passed!

Eventually, the races belonging to the continent of Erathia were pressured to unite and seal away these otherworldly enemies. However, after the Great War, the entire continent also became devastated and full of unstable spaces that were torn apart, as well as mountains and continental shelves that were forcibly cracked by forbidden spells.

And he himself, after this war, abandoned everything, chose to abandon **, and slept in the land of bones.

The unpleasant past quickly flooded into Ronald's mind because of the disgusting dark red Ouroboros mark on the black robe at the bottom of the statue. Thinking of the demon's brutal bloodthirstiness, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and his face was a little cold. That kind of coldness and indifference is the cold expression that only people who have been wandering between blades and death for many years can have.

"I'm here, Ifrit, the Demon God of Fire?" he exhaled softly, whispering in a tone he could only hear, chuckling as he bravely stepped up the steps made of red rock.

Twenty steps are spaced half a meter apart from each other.

He walked slowly, slowly.

He saw that the red rock eyes on the statue's face seemed to be on fire. "Is that you, Yfrit?" Ronald stopped when he was five meters away from each other.

The statue did not respond.

He frowned and took a few more steps.

Suddenly!

He sensed a surge of powerful magic!

On the stone pillar in the arena, flames quickly erupted, and then a flame barrier was opened, covering the entire arena under the flames! Only nearly 1,000 square meters of competition space was left in the arena!

And Ronald immediately felt the rapid rise in the temperature around him, and the air seemed to wriggle as if it was scorching! And that strong restraining force was sweeping like a tide! He pursed his lips, and while mobilizing his magic power for protection, he immediately decided to strike first. With a thought, Ronald swung his sword and slashed at the statue's neck.

While!

A crisp and distant concussion sounded, and the steel sword was shaken by the force of the rebound. He found that his blow had only knocked a few sparks and made a shallow mark on the statue.

This red rock statue is so hard?

Seeing that the slash was ineffective, Ronald, whose arms were slightly numb, hurriedly jumped away.

"Look, you've been completely blocked by the fire!" said Irel, who was watching from above, in a short and anxious tone.

"Panic what!"

Ronald condenses his magic to protect his skin. Under the effect of the ice magic in the body, the high temperature and scorching outside world became less terrifying. Then he saw that the statue's eyes gradually glowed red, and the overall color gradually became vivid. Within a few seconds, the entire statue began to move, gradually changing into the appearance of the elemental envoy in Ronald's memory.

Because such a scene was so unbelievable, it scared Irel away. "Live, live?"

Ronald was not surprised, he didn't care about the exclamation in his head at the moment, but clenched his weapon, carefully guarding the black-robed Ifrit.

Ronald found that Ifrit was still the same as he had been a thousand years ago, tall and muscular, with reddened skin and bulging muscles.

However, the outer edge of Ifrit's skin was faintly revealing the leap of flames! The momentum of the flames was three or four centimeters long! The whole person of Ifrit became distorted, and it was difficult to see his face clearly. And the faintly burning flames were mixed with a disgusting demonic aura! What's even more strange was that the black robe on his body was not scorched by the flames that kept pouring out of his body!

Rumble.

The red rock on the longsword in Ifrit's right hand began to peel off piece by piece.

Bang-la-la

The sound of stone chips falling to the ground sounded one after another, and soon, a long red sword with a rounded head and a slightly narrow blade appeared in Ivlit's hand.

Ronald noticed that at the end of the handshake, there was a red gem the size of an egg. Like the core of the giant rock golem I had seen before, it was crystal clear and reddish, as if there were flames flowing inside it all the time.

Ronald did not rush to attack this time, but observed the strength of the enemy through his own perception. However, through the Spiritual Touch, he was unable to probe the strength of Ifrit.

"Not a thousand years ago, Samael. Ifrit pointed at his sword and smiled arrogantly: "This time, it will be you who will be defeated by my sword!" Before the other side could respond, he suddenly shouted: "I will let you taste what a real shame is!"

"Yes. Ronald looked calm: "On the continent of Erathia, no true gods are allowed to exist. I don't need to know what level of strength you have reached, I just need to know that the one standing in front of me is not the true God. ”

"With you?" The flames on Ifrit's body swelled, "It's not worthy of me to use all my strength!" he waved the same scorching weapon in his hand, and then pointed to the wide arena beneath his feet. "I intended for you to die like a lonely warrior at my feet. Looks like I was wrong, though. ”

"You chose this place because ......," Ronald coldly said his judgment, "This is a better place to trigger the flame barrier you have planted." ”

"Haha! This is an enchantment, laughing to death!" Ifrit couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and laughed loudly and arrogantly, "You don't even know what this is? Ifrit didn't care that he would show his flaws in this way, but shook his head and continued to sarcastically: "Ha, I really feel sorry for myself, and I chose this place in vain. I found that now I am not even in the mood to kill you. ”

"Yes. Ronald gripped his weapon and glared at the burning wall of fire. "Come on, stop talking nonsense. Warriors, you should talk with your sword. ”

Ifrit smiled cruelly: "Then I'll break your sword, and your confidence that came out of nowhere." ”

While!

The next moment, the crisp sound of the bell came from nowhere, interrupting the two who were silent. (To be continued.) )