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"Zilala-la-la!"

The sound of water droplets hitting the red-hot steel, and on the huge wound that split the giant shadow of the god of fear in two, the white light began to circulate and converge, gradually covering the huge section completely.

Then, the second attack bloomed, and the blinding white light above the section began to spread out towards the surroundings, quickly destroying and disintegrating above the giant shadow of the god of fear.

You can see the black substance that makes up the body of the god of fear, and under the cannibalization of these white rays, it becomes cratered and pitted.

The god of fear, on the other hand, continued to make various strange and distorted movements, summoning back the power in the surrounding realm of the divine realm, turning into black mist and converging towards his body

The black mist formed by the power of the god of fear and the white light left by the power of the perfectionist on the body offset and collided with each other, and the black smoke rose and the white light shimmered.

"Click, click...", the sound of the wings flapping, which was made by the white wings behind the Perfect One, had never made a sound from the previous pair of holy wings, although they had been used many times before, but at this moment, the sound of the wings flapping was transparent and penetrated in all directions.

The god of dread was only fighting against the remnants of the Perfectone's terror attack that had split him in two from his shoulder, and the Perfecter had already begun to make the next move.

The feathers on the Holy Wings fell off the base of the wings and turned into flying feathers, suspended behind the Perfectionist, and turned the direction to point the tip of the feather at the Dreadgod Shadow that had been split in two from the shoulders below.

The feathers detached revealed their original form, a pair of light wings composed of light and only a morphological frame, on which the light expanded and contracted, changing back and forth between dazzling and soft.

It was a pure energy aggregate, and I didn't know how much power it contained, but what was certain was that the Heaven Opening Sword that the Perfecter had just slashed was still only a part of its power.

His indifferent gaze looked at the god of fear below and ...... The dark shadow of the central area of the royal city, which was already shattered and shattered, and the dome of the royal city, which had broken a large hole, made a slight downward wave of his hand.

"Woooo The light feathers behind him turned into countless fine streams of light, shooting out downward, densely packed with feathers containing pure energy that shone brightly, covering the realm of the god of dread below, and after a short time, collided with everything below.

The power contained in each feather was no less than the power converted from the magic power in a formal mage's magic whirl, and at this moment, the number of these light feathers had exceeded 10,000, and the light rained down and fell in the center of the royal city.

"Boom, boom...!"

There was almost no interval, and the sound of a series of explosions gathered in a line resounded through the royal city.

The moment those feathers collided with the power of the god of fear, the body of the god of fear, the buildings of the royal city, the ground, the stones, and everything else, all the power inside bloomed.

The light feather turned into a light explosion, exploding a circle of aura, and within a fixed range, the destructive power was compressed to the extreme.

Everything that came into contact was annihilated, whether it was the embodied power of the god of fear or the stones and buildings that existed in itself, all of them were reduced to the most basic particles in the aura that appeared after the explosion, and they were completely devoured and destroyed.

"This guy doesn't care about the residents of Wangcheng at all, where can there be any living creatures within the destruction range of those light feathers, fortunately, the area below the square is where the original abyss of the Wangcheng Shadow is located, otherwise Avia's side will be in trouble."

Hanging on top of the bell tower of the royal city at a distance of sufficient distance from the battlefield of the Perfectionists and the God of Fear, Wang Yu frowned slightly as he watched the rain of light feathers that fell from the sky and constantly destroyed everything below.

"That's right, you can see from that guy's demeanor that this so-called perfect existence probably doesn't care about people's lives and deaths at all.

"After all, the malice that composed it before the reversal was also aimed at people, and after the reversal, it became completely indifferent, after all, this guy just wants to kill the god of fear that represents the ugly thing, that's all..."

The dense light feathers completely destroyed the buildings of the royal city below, and the potholes cracked, and the thick rock formations that separated the ground of the royal city from the shadow of the royal city were all under this irregular and devastating blow, and a large number of cracks appeared, and some areas were directly penetrated after being hit continuously.

The dome of the Shadow Underworld of the Castle reverberated in the aftermath of the bombardment of the feathers, and huge rocks fell from the top and smashed towards the underground city below.

"Ahh

"Listen to my prayers!"

The gang members below who had been affected by the spiritual power radiated by the Perfectionist directly ignored the deadly boulders that fell from above, and just knelt on the ground and prayed "piously".

Boulders mixed with dirt and dust tumbled down among the intricate and dense buildings of the underground city.

The gang members who did not take refuge did not receive the slightest preferential treatment in the calamity caused by the Perfectionist because of their so-called devout beliefs.

Whether it was directly hit and turned into a puddle of flesh that stuck to the ground, or it was smashed to the ground and scattered by the flying stones that exploded through the body and fell to the ground to survive, of course, there were lucky people who avoided the disaster, but this was only the beginning.

The underground city of Shadow of the Intramuros is a chaotic place with a certain "steampunk" style, with a large number of pipelines running through the city built on the underground hills, transporting alchemical fuel and liquid materials to the various alchemy workshops.

This also means that boilers, flammable and explosive liquid gases are extremely common in the city, and the disorderly city rules are also doomed that no one will build any protective measures for this city that was born in chaos, and whoever dies in the failure of the facility will consider himself unlucky.

But at this moment, an indiscriminate and widespread blow fell on the city, and the boulders landed in all corners of the underground city with no regularity.

Destroy the pipes and spray the liquid inside, some of the flammable liquid immediately ignites in the sparks from the rock and metal, and spreads all the way down the spray to the ground.

The boiler found in every alchemy workshop became a fixed alchemy bomb at this moment, and the falling boulder easily smashed the simple alchemy workshop ceiling to pieces, smashing the contents inside, and the explosion of the boiler blew up the owner of the workshop and all his hard work.

Of course, the greatest damage came from the warehouse, and before the war with Seventan, the Shadow of the Royal City had the advantage of being large enough to deliver a huge amount of alchemy bombs of uneven quality to the ground of the Royal City.

The royal family and nobles selected a little, and selected some alchemy bombs that "still look at the past" for procurement, and about forty percent of the alchemy bombs that were left behind, and they couldn't even be seen.

These bombs were stored in several large warehouses in the Shadow of the Royal City, waiting for the wrongdoer to come and recover them, dismantle these alchemy bombs, and make other alchemy props from the raw materials.

However, the security measures of these warehouses are naturally poor and non-existent, and they do not consider what will happen if these alchemy bombs are activated, so the boulder falls down, chiseles through the iron roof of the warehouse, and crashes into the massive alchemy bombs in the warehouse.

"Boom, boom!" Blinding flames rose in several warehouses across the city, and then a large number of alchemy bombs detonated inside the warehouses, tearing apart the fragile warehouses made of simple steel and iron plates, and the twisted brackets and iron plates flew in all directions, destroying more city buildings.

Although most of these "impossible to see" alchemy bombs can be said to be scrap, under the huge base, there are still enough alchemy bombs that have been detonated, and the violent explosion echoes between the underground cities.

The city, already in chaos, was now fragile like a building block made by a child, crumbling, destroying, and turning into ruins under the aftermath of the Perfecter's attack.

"Click, click..."

The earth churned, the earth and rocks surged and changed their shape, and huge hands of earth and stone rose from the ground in the premises of the Nightfall Church, spreading their five fingers of rock, supporting the heads of the Nightfall Church, shielding them from the falling boulders from above.

"Our position is at the edge of the abyss, watch out for those falling light feathers, the caster creates as much protection as possible!"

The girl has a mixture of magic and sorcery in her hands, and works with the members of the Nightfall Church to build protection from being hit by attacks falling from above, and the Nightfall Church's residence is already close to the border of the Abyss, and the impact of the attack is even greater at this moment

"Buzz!" The propped hand of earth and stone suddenly lost a large amount of volume, and some of the light feathers flew diagonally from the large hole above the abyss, and rushed in at great speed and hit the hand of earth and stone.

"What a powerful force..."

The girl's face turned slightly pale, as a spellcaster, he could understand better than the amateur Wang Yu how terrifying the power represented by this light feather was, the powerful destructive power was only the appearance, and the extremely complex structure inside was the origin of this devastating attack similar to annihilation.

"This is the strength of the god level, this should only be a part of the body they threw out casually, just a part of the body, the energy and structure contained in it are already equivalent to the power of the fourth-order spell, and the strength of human individuals is still too weak in front of these beings after all."

Avia felt the auras that appeared on the hands of the Earth and Stone Giants, and truly felt the power of the God of Dread and the Perfectionist.

"Boom!" A turquoise, translucent barrier rises at the top of the Night Church, and green points of light representing life force surround the surface of the shield with a texture that bears a slight resemblance to bronze.

The water rippled, and the water flowed out of thin air, erecting a hemispherical shield that covered the night church quarters.

All sorts of protections appear in the sky above the Night Church, orc shamans, fishman warlocks, elven druids... The aliens of the Night Church have shown their abilities to provide protection to the followers of the Night Lady.

……

The black mist was filled, and the figure of the god of fear became a little illusory, and the light feather blow from the perfect one just now dispersed a large amount of his power, which made his giant shadow shrink a few points at this moment, and the surrounding realm of the god kingdom also shrank even smaller, almost all gathered near the square.

"The god of fear is no match for her!"

"No problem, the means left by the kingdom can solve the god of fear."

"In any case, as long as we can get rid of the God of Dread first, and wait until the army that went to Alestre returns, there will at least be more ways to do it."

The Night Blades, City Guards, and members of the Royal Praetorian Guard scattered throughout the royal city were all watching the battle between the two Supreme Beings taking place on the royal square, and the outcome of their battle was likely to determine the future direction of the royal city.

There is no doubt that the combat power displayed by the Perfectionist at this moment has really crushed the God of Fear, and the God of Fear has not even been able to cause effective damage to the Perfectionist so far, but the Perfectionist has forced the God of Fear to shrink his strength and passively defend.

"What was left by the righteous god in the past, even if it was just the residual power in the god's body, was not pieced together by the Sewintans, who seemed to be the god of fear, but in fact there was no faith support, and the newborns who had to constantly collect fears could resist."

Rudolph stood in front of the window, his magic pen in his hand, quickly copying in his notebook, his eyes fixed on the distant attack on the god of fear, the powerful perfectionist, and excitedly spoke his opinion.

Obviously, his words were addressed to Ziggy next to him, and although he knew very well that Ziggy no longer regarded him as a friend, Rudolph, who was overjoyed to see such a rare sight at the moment, urgently needed someone to express his thoughts and thoughts.

Ziggy didn't say anything, he wasn't interested in answering this crazy guy, but he did have his own thoughts in his heart.

Having learned some of the characteristics of the god of fear, Ziggy did not have the same optimistic attitude as those who judge based on appearances.

The God of Fear is indeed not very powerful, this righteous God has not shown very powerful miracles in the past records, and the church of the God of Fear is also a very marginal church force.

But his life force is unimaginably powerful, and as far as Zig knows, the fragments of the God of Fear, the remnants of this unknown fallen god, are found all over the continent.

Each fragment creates a strange realm that causes a lot of trouble, and it must be guarded by some organization to prevent others from straying in, and to ensure that these realms do not spread out of fear.

Fear breeds in the mental shadows of intelligent beings, and if the fear does not dissipate, these fragments will not die, and when the fear grows, these fragments will even absorb these fears and become stronger and cover a larger area.

Only people without fear can destroy these fragments, but does such a person really exist, even if it is the furious state of the orcs, it is just the overwhelming anger that suppresses all other emotions, and the fear buried deep in the heart has never retreated after all.

And even if there is such an existence, it does not make much sense, even if a person has no fear, he does not have the ability to make others as fearless as him.

"The fragments of the God of Dread have such a stubborn nature, then the divine power of the God of Dread will definitely not be destroyed so easily."

There was a trace of worry in the depths of Zige's eyes, the strength of the god of fear and the perfectionist in his eyes, even if it was a legend, even if he showed the form of a dragon, could he really deal with these two.

……

Once again, the god of fear, who had compressed its power, stared at the Perfectionist in the sky without blinking, and countless black, thorny chains stretched out from its body, piercing in the direction of the Perfectionist.

Thick and thin, intertwined, dense black lines covered the sky, all of them attacks unleashed by the god of fear.

The Perfector watched silently as the growth spread, dancing in twisted black lines, blurring and vanishing the chains as they reached its side, and then a flash of light appeared away from them.

Transform the body into pure energy, then transfer it in overdrive, and move over.

The pitch-black chains have the ability to track autonomously, and if they can't strike a single blow, a large number of chains rush towards the perfect one who has left a distance like a snake.

Flickering again, the Perfectionist showed his extremely powerful mobility, and the chains of the power of the god of fear, which was definitely not slow, could not catch up with the moving figure of the Perfecter, constantly chasing, constantly being thrown away, again and again, in vain.

Until, when the Perfector flashed some distance away from the chains again, its head swept slightly around.

The overwhelming chains covered the entire area around it at some point, enveloping it in it, unable to retreat, and the chains dangled and pointed their sharp heads at it, ready to move.

"Brush!" The sound of chains grinding, dense chains squeezing each other, scrambling to sprint towards the perfect one in the middle, sharp black thorns at the top, flashing with a strange and dangerous light.

"Ding!" The Chains of the Sky hit their targets at the same moment, and the sheer number of them made them appear to be a sphere again, and the Perfect One was already surrounded by them, and an unknown number of attacks hit at the same time.

However, to no avail, cracks slowly appeared on the body of the chain, and the tightly bound chains fell apart in the mist of white light.

The broken chains revealed the middle and covered their bodies with a pair of huge holy wings, blocking all attacks of the Perfect One, and under the white light radiation, all the surrounding chains were destroyed

The Perfectionist lowered his head and looked at the god of fear below with an expressionless face, without any expression of emotion, but he could already feel the invisible killing intent.

Sensing some incomprehensible threat, the deformed hands of the Dreadgod Shadow lifted up and aimed at the Perfect, and a frenzy of chains of more power rose into the sky.

It's spectacular, but it can also be seen that the methods of the god of fear are unusually simple, monotonously using his power to carry out erosive destruction, which seems to be different kinds, but in fact there is no essential difference.

Folded wings together, stretched, and aimed downward, the Perfecter glowed in its body, spun, and accelerated to a point that was indistinguishable to the naked eye in a very short time, making it look like a ball of light.

Then, suddenly, rushing downward, facing the frenzy of black chains, and the giant shadow of the god of fear, it slammed away without dodging.

To the Perfect, the oncoming chains and the water spewing out of the shower head were almost indistinguishable, and they did not act as a barrier, and they were broken all the way until the Perfecter reached the god of fear.

"Poof..."There was no illusory sound coming from the actual sound, and the chest of the deformed body of the god of dread was pierced by a soft, sleek-looking arm, and his movements stopped at this moment.

The Perfectionist stared blankly at the god of fear that had penetrated him with his right hand, venting his infinite power into his body.

The light spilled from the body of the god of fear, which had been split from the shoulder, and before it could make any other moves, the blinding white light obscured everything, and when the light dissipated, all that was left in the sky was the perfect one flapping the holy wings.

"Solved?"

Wang Yu, who had closed his eyes in the distance because of the too dazzling light, opened his eyes and saw the only remaining perfect person in the sky, and muttered to himself in some surprise.

The god of fear disappeared completely in the attack of the Perfecter, and the huge figure disappeared, leaving only the realm of power, which still shrouded the surrounding of the square, and under the white light of the Perfecter, it appeared extremely transparent.

"No... That "kingdom of God" has not yet dissipated, if the god of fear dies, those things should also disappear together, something is wrong, there is definitely a problem. ”

Looking at the realm that still existed, the point that felt problematic in his heart became clearer and clearer, Wang Yu had cleared a fragment of the God of Fear, and the fragment dissipated, and the anomaly of the misty forest also dissipated, but at this moment, no.

And those who thought the same way as Wang Yu, as well as Zigger's face became ugly, he also witnessed the giant shadow of the God of Perfection destroying the god of fear, and the remaining realm.

"The white paper is easy to stain, that divine body is the source of power, and it just needs a driver, not necessarily the will under the abyss to manipulate, as long as it is qualified, it will do."

Bad thoughts permeated Ziggy's mind, the god of fear was not powerful, but his polluting...

The Perfectionist paused in the realm of the remaining power of the God of Dread, not knowing what he was doing, and his indifferent expression suddenly fluctuated.

At this moment, the will to manipulate the god's body is reversed from the filthy and chaotic thing in the abyss, which makes it extremely holy and powerful, but it also means that it is like a newborn, a blank piece of paper, pure, and more likely to be polluted.

The flawlessness of the first birth comes from its purity, but as long as it is a thing of wisdom, it will learn, and all kinds of emotions will also be born.

And at this moment, in the process of constantly confronting the god of fear, the perfect person who is surrounded by the power of fear all the time has produced a very small black spot in the deepest part of the pure white consciousness.

The germ of fear.