With a roar full of oppression and hatred, Amur's hands moved like twisted vipers, and Hedras did not hesitate to raise his hands to meet them, and the four palms of his hands were tightly clasped together, and the two consciousnesses from the same soul collided with each other fiercely, each time making the world of consciousness like a cataclysm.

Mountains uplifted, then fell, rivers cut off, erupted in an instant, the earth cracked bottomless faults, and abyssal fire shot out from it, like countless sharp swords piercing the sky, and even the colorless divine fire hanging high in the sky was shaking, and it seemed to be seriously disturbed. But neither consciousness cares, they have fully understood each other's thoughts, and in the face of the irreconcilable contradiction of ascending to the throne, only each other is the greatest and most terrible enemy.

The devouring and grabbing of consciousness continued in a moment, and black smoke drifted out of Amur and Hydras and sucked into each other's mouths. Amur's ape head roared, and with a strange force that seemed to be superior, he hugged Hedras tightly and tried to break the latter's spine with his arms, and flames erupted from where he was hugging him, emitting a suffocating smell of sulfur.

Aware of the gap and weakness between the two sides, Khadras did not try to compete in strength, but pulled out his hands and strangled Amur's neck, and a dozen tentacles from his mouth slammed into the eyes, nostrils and mouth of the ape's head, so that Amur had to let go of his hands and retreat.

Now it was Hidras holding on to Amur, the tentacles dancing wildly, most of them blocked by Amur, and a few were bitten off by sharp teeth, but one tentacle found an opportunity and burrowed through the right ear of the ape's head.

Amur's angry roar turned into a wail of pain, his body twitching, his hands spasmodically spread and closed, unable to grasp anything. Taking advantage of this opportunity, more tentacles burrowed into Amur's facial features, and a terrifying bulge appeared under the skin of the ape's head, as if countless live snakes were wriggling wildly.

The threat of death drove Amur into a frenzy, and he suddenly clasped his hands together and pushed forward with all his strength, pushing Hydras far away, and the tentacles were detached from his ears, nostrils, and mouth, and many of the tentacles were stained with dark purple blood at their ends, dripping on the ground at his feet.

Hydras let out a sigh that bordered on moaning, and his body collapsed. Amur's final blow made his chest collapse, black smoke escaping from his mouth, and almost all of his internal organs turned into flesh, which was quite heavy even in the world of consciousness. However, Hedrath's expression was much more relaxed, at least the blood-red eyes were not frustrated with chagrin, but full of the joy of victory.

Amur's body had fallen into a terrifying spasm, and after the tentacles had detached from his body, what was wriggling wildly under his skin did not disappear. Amur's roar became more painful than the other, his body twitched, twisted, and gradually fell to the ground. Tentacles then grew out of his body, piercing through muscles, tearing through the skin, and pushing out of his eyeballs until they covered his entire body.

A few minutes later, Amur's body was completely eroded, and all that remained in front of Hydras was a pile of tentacles that were entangled and wriggling wildly.

"This is the fate of the foolish, Amur, you could have become my doppelganger, but you chose to bring about your own destruction. Hedras slowly stood up, his eyes burning with resentful blood, then raised his hand and waved it at the tentacle, "Let's end it here...... My stupid brother ......"

With a sudden loud bang, the entire world of consciousness shook violently, causing Hydras to almost fall to the ground, and the face of the Great Monarch of the Abyss showed a look of surprise, and then it became grim again, looking like a frozen glacier. "Those ants are really trying!" he said through gritted teeth, "the dark realm is in tatters...... No, now is not the time to clean them up, I have to let the divine fire explode immediately, and then communicate with the divine domain!"

Without the constraints of Amur's consciousness, Hydras was able to control the colorless flames in the air. As his thoughts turned, the power of faith that had been accumulated for more than ten years flowed from the depths of the world of consciousness like a bright river of gold, and the divine fire immediately became restless, beating to get close to those rich faith powers.

"Hundreds of years of planning, decades of forbearance...... Right now...... Just here!" A flash of excitement flashed across Hydras' face, and under the delicate thrust of his fingers, the power of faith poured into the divine fire bit by bit, causing the colorless flame to burn violently, but not to cause problems due to overexpansion.

The world of consciousness shook violently again, and Hedras could even feel his body being shaken by a scorching wave. Obviously, the dark realm that protected his body was about to collapse, but the Abyss Great Monarch didn't have any mind to think about it, and for him, there was nothing more important than the flame in front of him.

The divine fire was burning, and a colorless light gradually bloomed from the center, this light was incomparably pure, it looked as if it was the noon sun through the shallow clouds, and the power of faith gathered in it, as if it was a wandering golden vein, but when you looked closely, you found that you couldn't see anything. With a flash of excitement in his eyes, Hedras strode forward, stretching out his right hand and lightly touching the colorless light.

In the next moment, the same light bloomed on the body of the Abyss Great Sovereign, the color was even brighter, but the purity was far worse than the light emitted from the divine fire. The light pulsated as if it were alive, and each pulse filled Hydras's body with more power, and the wounds from the fierce fight just now healed quickly, the wounds healed quickly, and even the broken tentacles were reborn.

"Divine power, this is divine power, the power of the gods that can open the door to the divine realm!" A burst of ecstasy made Hydras blurt out uncontrollably, and at the same time, he opened his arms, allowing more faith power to be infused into the divine fire, and also made the colorless light even more dazzling. "For hundreds of years, no mortal thing has ever been able to reach this state, only I, the great Abyss Great Monarch Hydras, have done it! This is my power! I will become stronger because of it!"

"No!" An old, calm voice came from behind Hydras, "The root of all evil, you can't get divine power, it's mine!"

The voice made Hydras's heart sink. The world of consciousness is a closed world, and it will never allow foreign enemies to invade easily, even if it is a mere mortal's world of consciousness, it can resist the prying eyes of legendary powerhouses to a considerable extent, unless it is a devout disciple with an open heart, it is a true god, and it cannot completely penetrate all the secrets in the consciousness world of a mortal.

Hydras turned around like lightning, his eyes bursting with fury like sharp spears, "Who?" he shouted in a sinister and perverse tone, "Who dares to speak to the true God like this?"

"True God?" the voice continued to speak mockingly, as a golden light appeared in front of Hydras and began to swell into a humanoid form, "The Source of All Evil, you take the gods too simply, you are just a demigod who has ignited the divine fire. Even those who have successfully gained the power of faith and reached the realm of false gods will also fall before they ascend to the throne of the gods!"

Hydras raised his right hand, and as soon as he shook it in the void, a loud bang immediately sounded in the air, and the golden river of faith still maintained the posture of slowly infusing divine fire, but with this gesture, a tributary was branched out and injected into the body of the Abyss Great Monarch, making the divine power lingering around him even more dazzling. "Stupid mortals, those false gods can only secretly develop their doctrines like maggots, and they can't obtain so much faith power at all! And I, the Great Monarch of the Abyss, Hedrath, are different from them! From the millions of believers in the Shining Temple, I have already drawn the power of faith that is even better than the true god!"

The golden light had formed the image of an old man in a robe, but his face was still blurred, and only the long beard and cold eyes that fluttered like flames could be seen. The gray skin on Hydras's forehead wrinkled, and between his eyes squeezed out lines as deep as a rift, and he felt that the image of the old man seemed familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen it.

"Heidras, the root of all evil, those power of faith do not belong to you, but to our lord Flandara...... Or rather, I belong to me, the spokesman of the Lord of Glory!" The old man's voice suddenly turned from low to high-pitched, and when his right hand was raised, the golden light gathered into the shape of a long staff, and then bloomed with a strong light that was not inferior to that of Hydras.

"Lost souls, respond to your true masters!"

With the old man's majestic chant, the colorless light that Hydras was holding tightly in his hand suddenly vibrated violently, and the golden river of faith also began to change its direction, moving away from the Divine Fire and Hydras, and instead flowing towards the old man who was bathed in a golden light.

"Stop!" Hydrath's expression finally became hideous, and an indescribably thick darkness flowed from his body, replacing the colorless light that was no longer stable. "That's mine! you can't get it!" the Abyss Grand Monarch roared as he stretched out his left hand, his body beginning to swell until it turned into an optimus giant, and when his left hand pressed down, it seemed as if even the sky had collapsed with it.

The old man stretched out his arms to embrace the void, and the golden power of faith immediately formed a shield in front of him, and Hydras's left hand struck the shield, bursting out countless dazzling rays of light and splashing in all directions, but it was completely unable to destroy it - this power of faith was gathered by tens of thousands of believers who had prayed sincerely for more than ten years, and the strength had completely surpassed the power of Hydras.

"Our Lord Flandara, whose golden face roams the earth, and wherever the light goes, all darkness perishes. At this time of crisis, in my capacity as your spokesman in the mortal world, I beg you to descend a divine judgment and implore you to judge the sins of darkness......" As the prayer was chanted, the old man's face gradually became clear, and Hydras' eyes widened.

"It's you, Nicholas Saint Kaiyuan!" the Abyss Great Monarch's tone was full of disbelief and astonishment, "You are dead, your soul has dissipated, ** decayed, the soul contract will not be mistaken, you can't ......"

“...... I beg you to take back the power you once bestowed upon your lord!" His Majesty Pope Nicholas ended his prayer with a low and solemn roar, and a golden light shot from the head of his scepter, which symbolized the status of the Pope, and struck straight into Hedras's chest.

The Abyss Great Monarch let out a desperate wail, and his hands quickly flipped out a series of powerful gestures, and the Abyssal Fire, Blood Red Thunder, and Purgatory Wind appeared one after another, turning his foothold into a raging wave of energy within a few hundred meters. But all his methods were useless against the golden light, because this light was not used to attack, but His Majesty Pope Nicholas used the Divine Presence of the Lord of Glory to break another contract that had been signed with the Great Monarch of the Abyss.

A contract that allows him to steal the power of faith in the name of Flandara.

The wails in Hedras's mouth turned into a terrible scream, and pure white flames erupted from his mouth and from his eyes, as if a sun was burning in his chest. The entire world of consciousness also began to shake at the same time, this time not from trauma, but from the beginning of a complete crack, many arm-thick cracks appearing in the void, one of which passed by Pope Nicholas, taking with it a beam of golden light that made up his body.

Pope Nicholas snorted lightly, his current state is not the main body, but the Holy Spirit gathered by the power of the source of light, and every golden light that makes up the body is a part of his soul, although the injury is not serious, but it takes a lot of work to repair it. When another void rift spread, Pope Nicholas finally stopped saving his strength, but slammed the Scepter of Radiance, and then a golden light shot out from the head of the staff, rushing towards the chest of the Abyss Great Monarch, whose body was already surrounded by pure white flames.

Hedras staggered back, barely clasping his hands in front of him, but the hastily gathered power of the Dark Origin was completely vulnerable, and the golden light pierced through the hands of the Abyss Great Sovereign, easily slicing through the beeswax as if a red-hot blade had sliced through the beeswax, and then stabbed deeply into Hedrath's chest.

A crackling and popping sound came from the Abyss Great Sovereign's body, "No, my ...... It's all my ......" With a muffled scream, Hydras's body suddenly swelled and then withered like a punctured water bag, fragments of the power of the Dark Origin poured out of his body, billowing black smoke enveloped Hydras's body, and there was a violent conflict with the pure white flames.

A loud bang that shook the entire world of consciousness erupted with Hydras as the center, and the air waves rolled up into the sky, and then all the colors of the entire world became dark, and the original vividness turned into an absolute dead silence.

After the Dark Origin Power collapsed, the pure white flames that erupted from Hedras' body gradually extinguished, and the Abyss Great Monarch, who was only left with most of his body, barely raised his head and stared at Pope Nicholas with his charred black and empty eyes. "Soul Pact...... There's no way you're going wrong, Nicholas, how did you suddenly break the connection between souls and make me think you've fallen?"

Pope Nicholas chuckled coldly, "Your Majesty, your contract is indeed flawless, and I have not found any loopholes that I can exploit, but you should have scrutinized the soul who signed the contract in the first place...... The name of the soul core is not Nicholas Saint Huaiyuan, but Saint Bogdan. ”

"It turned out to be ...... In this way, the person who died a few days ago ...... is the first signatory...... Nicholas, it turns out that you were more than ten years ago...... It's already planned...... Today's scene, I ...... I didn't lose unjustly......"

After barely finishing the sentence, Hedras's raised head stiffened, and then slowly lowered it, and there was no more sound. His life had long since vanished with the collapse of the power of the Dark Origin, and now even his soul was gradually blurred, dissipating into bursts of blood-red points of light like embers. Pope Nicholas took one last look at the body of the Abyssal Great Sovereign, a pleasant smile crept up the corners of his mouth, and then he took two steps forward, his right hand holding aloft the Scepter, aiming it at the colorless flame that was flickering and flickering overhead.

"Supreme Divine Fire, faith condensation, calling, responding, the divine domain is opened, and the astral realm is eternal!"

As the long river of faith power was re-injected, the divine fire stabilized again, and then a pure colorless light slowly rose from the core. Unlike Heidras, His Majesty Pope Nicholas was surprisingly cautious in not touching the light with any part of his body, but brandishing the scepter and reciting a psalm in praise of the Shining Lord Flandara.

When the fragments of the soul of the Abyss Great Monarch Hydras escaped in the world of consciousness, the dark realm that was already riddled with holes was finally unable to withstand the fierce attacks of many legendary powerhouses, first extremely contracted, and then exploded, forming a huge tornado connecting the heavens and the earth.

No one, including the Burning Dragon King Darigar and the Blazing God Envoy Rist Robinson, could stand firm in the face of the tornado, which was like the power of heaven and earth, but fortunately, most of those involved in the battle had the ability to teleport, and the blue-white and blood-red light flickered one after another, escaping from the tornado that swept through the entire outlaw pass.

Sir Rodriguez was the only legendary powerhouse who had never possessed teleportation magic or abilities, and as he watched the tornado sweep in, the eyes of the Knights of Damnation burst into flames, and the Stellar Iron Greatsword slammed into the ground, then lowered his body and burst out with all his might!

To Sir Rodriguez's surprise, the tornado's power was so powerful that it suppressed his fighting spirit to the point of shattering in just a moment, but it lasted for a very short time. In less than a few breaths, the raging tornado had subsided, and as the Knights of Judgment raised his head and shook off the dust, his gaze suddenly froze in the sky above him.

"It's on top, that's ...... What's that?"

(To be continued)