(not enough......

Far from enough

I'm going to get stronger...... ）

50000%

Power erupts from every vein, every pore,

Salantos changed from the state of illness for many years, and the energy that burst out of his body was inexhaustible, and he turned into a ruthless killing machine.

The god-like holy posture, coupled with the magnetic voice, the strong and courageous style, and the indomitable fighting spirit, are the most perfect images in the minds of Valsta's people, and the followers are fascinated and worship this god.

"Logistics quartermaster, I need a new type of gunpowder, the more the better."

"You've all heard Your Majesty's request, so help me make it up."

The grenadiers quickly gathered a large bag of cluster grenades for the Emperor, which were tied securely to her armed belt with strips of canvas;

"These should be enough, 12, a whole dozen, enough to blow up an armed merchant ship."

Sarantos said lightly:

"Thank you."

She turned around in a dashing manner, leaving a tall and toned back for everyone, and leaned down, accumulating energy like a compressed spring;

"Drink!" With a roar of rage, the knotted thighs of the muscles and muscles kicked hard, jumped hundreds of meters high, and jumped directly onto the back of the Chaos Evil God.

The pitch-black blade of the "Dark Curtain" slashed off a tentacle and stabbed deep into the exposed flesh, and the monster creeping in the chaos felt a sharp pain, and the wail pierced people's eardrums.

"Whew......"

Some weak-willed soldiers were driven mad by the indescribable, high-level life of the four-dimensional world.

The men took off their gear in place, mimicking the movements of a tropical hula dancer, and writhing with their hands.

Someone shouted: "Use the old way to deal with psychic attacks!" ”

In order to strengthen their faith, bayonets cut the arms of the soldiers, and bamboo sticks were pierced into the fingernails, forcibly lifting the spirits with the pain of the heart, so as to keep their sanity and avoid falling into the madness from which they will never recover.

Count Neulai stared at the footprints left by the emperor on the ground and was stunned:

"See, Your Majesty jumped into the sky, this is a battle between gods and gods, it's hard to imagine what we can do to help like ants."

"It's so unreal, I've been pinching my face hard, trying to tell the difference between reality and dreams."

"It reminds me of my childhood,

When I was a child, I read comic books issued by the Templar Church, and I always wanted to see the heroic appearance of the Valkyrie Minerva, but I never imagined that it would come true today. ”

Andy Whitefield laughed, "It's hard to imagine that a guy like you can read comics." ”

"Look at what you're talking about, who hasn't had a childhood."

"Brother Neulai, we are all the way, and we are willing to risk our lives for something."

"Haha, that's a good point, in order to defend the right of children to be able to see comic books, and for the sake of His Majesty Sarantos, I have given up this life."

"Go on, do your best."

Under the leadership of the two marshals, the soldiers of the forbidden army all worked hard, but with little success,

Humans are so small compared to the massive Chaos Gods that rifle bullets hit them without any feedback, and bayonets stabbed like scratches in their boots.

Huge walking feet crushed bodies, thick barbed tentacles tore flesh and blood, and the warriors shouted, "Long live the Emperor!" "Attack with the courage of the enemy, and then, like a vase, hit the concrete wall and shatter it.

Sarantos Midknight stood on the back of the Chaos God, as if in the dense jungle of another world,

As far as the eye could see, there were twisted trees, strange rocks, shards of metal, writhing tentacles, gaping mouths and eyes, and nothing could be judged by human common sense in this horrible otherworldly forest.

Every scene is testing the limits of mental endurance,

Narrow, greasy scarlet rivers, razor-sharp peaks, terrifying flying creatures hovering over eeriely twisted trees, slimy eyeballs and tentacles peeking out in the shadows of cracks in the ground.

The light is bizarre, the charm is ghostly, if ordinary people are here, they will be driven crazy in an instant.

There is only one way for Salantos, and that is to burn life and break through the limits.

Under the influence of Worden's blood, the hidden power was constantly being unearthed, and Sarantos felt like he was being torn into tiny pieces by ten thousand claws and teeth.

The last shred of reason in her consciousness warned her to stop this foolish act of destroying herself, but she could not stop, and she had to intensify it;

(Absolutely can't stop......

strength

I'm going to ......

More...... ）

80000%

The continuous liberation of power has made Sarantos gradually free from the shackles of space, just like the epic of Minerva, the Valkyrie in the mythology of the Templar Church.

She has spied into the secrets of the divine and demon realms, and can listen to the most secret whispers in the starry sky,

With the memories passed down in her bloodline, she gained insight into the ancient alien language and pronounced the true name of the Chaos God:

“SADANNIGOLAS！”

As if sensing the master's astonishment and anger, the monsters perched on the back of the Chaos Evil God became agitated, and the sound of the other party's response was like a boulder falling down the valley, shaking the surrounding air:

“SALENTUSMIDNIGHT！”

"Now that you know who I am, then stop playing with the house and show your real skills!"

Sarantos pushed herself frantically, her bones and tendons cracking dangerously, as her duke's father had said, there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Every ounce of power is exchanged for life, like a pair of big hands holding the steel mill and squeezing out a drop of olive oil.

120000%

As the strength of the sword wielder continued to rise, the black ripples emanating from the body of the "dark curtain" were becoming more and more intense, and the cold sword aura was like a pitch-black poisonous snake wrapped around the blade, greedily squeezing every drop of blood from the user's body.

(Hold on,

You're the emperor,

Be an example to your people! ）

Knowing the identity of his opponent, the Chaos God began to take the battle seriously, thinking that it was just a flea on its back, but it was a fierce enemy hidden in the stars.

The massive body began to run wild on the island of Alpagis, more tentacles, eyeballs, and monsters extending from its back, and it lunged down on the tiny opponent, threatening to crush her to dust.

However, this annoying little flea is very nimble, constantly moving around, swinging its sword to cut off its tentacles, poke its blind eyeballs, and kill its family.

The two powerful creatures fought to the death with all their might, shuttling between the gap between the four-dimensional world and the three-dimensional world.

The energy field near the island became more and more unstable, and lightning brewed in the dense clouds above, emitting lightning that appeared and disappeared.