In the blink of an eye, the air shock wave that erupted from the collision between the two spread out like ripples in the water, seemingly calm and waveless, but in fact turbulent like a tsunami wave.

The Holy Favor was still the same kind, gentle and plain appearance, with his hands on his chest and his eyebrows lowered.

However, at the moment when Borch rushed over, his eyebrows suddenly became fierce.

"Boom ———"

The flames spread in the advance of the impact, like a blooming aura, stubbornly resisting the head-on collision of Borchi, the legendary golden dragon.

The seemingly old saint reached out his hand in the direction of Borch, and an almost hoarse roar came out of his mouth:

"No one,"

"Hold back the Eternal Flame!"

"There is no one who can stop the blazing hope from coming!"

Borch was swept into the sea of fire by the wind and waves, and the golden scales reflected the firelight, shining brightly.

The body in the half-dragon state contained infinite strength, and the power far beyond the power of ordinary human legendary professionals spread, and a fist smashed into the center of the flames.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound in the air.

Then, in the center of the flame aura, a large hole opened that led directly to the middle door.

The Holy Servant's eyes widened, and the wide white robe that wrapped around his thin body flew under the impact of the collision, and the already layered folds on his forehead became several layers deeper.

He seemed to be shocked.

Before he could react, he saw Borch wrapped himself in and crashed into it, and even the flames that clinged to his body could not stop him, and his fingers were as sharp as knives, slashing diagonally towards the neck of the Holy Favorant.

Borch's eyes were cold.

Then, I heard a 'bang' in my ears.

The old man of the Holy Favor raised his thin arm, and blocked the big knife of Borch's casserole so straight without a trace of shaking.

"For, Eternal Flame."

It seemed that he had heard the whisper of faith, and he looked to be about eighty or ninety years old, but he must have been even older, and his body shook first.

Then, under the infusion of a special energy that Borch was extremely familiar with, he suddenly swelled from a shriveled and thin little old man who was less than one meter six to a full-output version of the turtle immortal with tense and strong muscles all over his body, and propped up his wide white robe into a half-sleeved blouse.

Han Baiyi, who had been sitting in the living room waiting for the result, was stunned, and suddenly glanced in the direction of the battlefield.

If he wasn't mistaken.

That kind of fluctuation,

It seems to be ...... Inspiration?

"Boom ———"

Another blow-to-punch.

Elbows collided with elbows, flesh and bones collided with each other, and even staggered heartbeats could be faintly heard, and blue tendons floated on Borch's forehead, and even the scales on the surface of the muscles bulged, but his heart couldn't stop being stunned.

This was the first time Borch had fought the Holy Ones—he had rarely crossed paths with humans, let alone fought.

However, with just a few seconds of contact, he could clearly perceive that the essence of the life of the Holy Favored Person in front of him was actually just an extremely ordinary low-level professional.

However, after gaining the favor of the so-called gods, this low-level professional was able to burst out with speed, strength, and magic equivalent to that of a normal legendary professional, or even a higher level.

Is this the power of faith?

god

Faith.

Obviously still in the middle of the battle, Borch's mind couldn't stop flooding with Han Baiyi's figure, and when he appeared, the miraculous scene that couldn't make people think of resisting at all.

"Boom!"

Strong muscles knotted like tree roots pushed through the arm, and a fist slammed into the golden chin of the half-dragon man in front of him.

The old eyes of the Holy Favor narrowed slightly.

Hit!

However, before his heart could be filled with the joy that he should have when he succeeded, a sudden sound sounded in his ears.

"Click."

The wrist was suddenly firmly grasped by a claw, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound.

The face of the Holy Favor changed.

One is more than three meters tall, and the other is nearly two meters tall, and the other is nearly two meters high, and the two muscular men are looking at each other under the contact of near negative distance.

His mouth and nose were filled with the smell of ashes, blood, and burnt paste.

"Save your energy, you should have the news that our husband wants." Borch's face was cold, and he grabbed the arm of the Holy Favor and twisted it, holding his throat tightly, "Maybe I can save my life." ”

Indeed, the strength of the Holy Dependents who have been strengthened by the so-called faith can even surpass those legendary professions.

However, he is far from him.

"Do you think you won?!"

The Holy Dependent's face was hideous in the pain of almost breaking his arm, his body temperature was rising, and his facial features were almost entangled in one place.

The voice of the low roar was almost overlapped, and it was like two voices just now, as if even the vocal cords had been burned in half.

Borch frowned slightly.

The saint in front of him writhed his body frantically, not even caring that his arms were torn off, and his whole body seemed to be ignited by flames.

The skin, which was already full of wrinkles, was like ashes falling off the surface of hot coal, and under the influence of the steaming heat, it turned into pieces of fly ash.

Even Borch's giant claws wrapped in golden scales felt an unbearable stinging pain.

This force is clearly beyond the scope of what this Holy Favor can bear.

But the Holy Favor completely ignored his dying body, and kept shouting:

"The eternal flame that ignites hope,"

"The eternal flame that illuminates the way ahead,"

"Turning all enemies before you to ashes."

The whole body is almost scorched, and the surface of the body flows like magma, with red lines flowing like magma.

"Sacrifice! All! ”

Blazing red threads spread all over the body.

Muscles, bones, organs.

All carbonization.

But the Holy Ones still maintained the posture of chanting until the last moment.

Borch let go of his hands in the uncontrollable burning sensation, looking at the charred corpse in front of him, but somehow, an irrepressible sense of danger rose in his heart.

Something is coming.

Borch looked up at the sky.

Han Baiyi, who was sitting in the living room, also frowned.

In his spiritual eyes, a huge complex spiritual group that was difficult to describe in words suddenly appeared directly above this imperial palace through the world membrane that he had broken through before.

The complex psychic mass was not humanoid, nor was it a concrete image of a living being.

If you have to describe the concept he represents,

Probably heat.

Blazing, burning, flame-like end and destruction.

This feeling is completely different from the peaceful spirit used by Han Baiyi.

If I had to say it, it was probably more similar to the spirit after demonization.

Demonic Spirit?

God?

Han Baiyi's brows furrowed more and more deeply, but he did not act rashly.

He looked outside.

Then, I saw the huge strange spirit group in the sky, slowly stretching out a tentacle made of pure spirit towards the charred black corpse of the saint on the ground.

Seep into it from the top down.

Han Baiyi watched silently with his spiritual eyes.

Although that spiritual machine is chaotic and weird, it is the same as what Han Baiyi did, and he can give his spiritual power to others.

Or even a dead man.

"Click...... Click......"

In the corpse of the Holy Servant, which was already completely blackened, there was a crisp sound suddenly.

"Bang."

A white, delicate arm suddenly stretched out from the charred corpse of the Holy Dependent, penetrating the brittle surface of the charred corpse, and then slicing to one side.

"Click......"

The tall and sturdy corpse collapsed with a random stroke of the arm, like a falling block.

A tall, red-haired woman stepped out of his body, staring blankly at his surroundings.

He was wrapped in a robe woven of flames.

She looked at Borch in front of her, a long sword framed by flames extending out of her hand.

The tip of the sword was pointed at his chest.

"The flame of your life is about to be extinguished."

"Mortal."