God!

Borch was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the thin and awe-inspiring woman in front of him, and his vertical pupils couldn't stop constricting his height.

Make a judgment in your heart.

However, the main reason for his conclusion was the special power in this woman, which was the same as that of his husband.

It's called...... Zero, right?

Let's call him divine power!

It's just that, compared to the pure, peaceful, and divine power that seems to be able to merge into all things, the energy that emerges from the surface of the woman's body in front of him is like a hodgepodge.

Confused, irritable, angry, burning.

Just a touch of it gave Borch the illusion that his spirit had been ignited.

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

"Mortal."

Borch woke up suddenly.

However, as the woman spoke, the sword she held in her hand stabbed into Borch's chest.

"Poof."

The flaming sword pierced through the golden scales that were harder than steel like sliced tofu, and the muscles twisted together like steel were easily pierced by the blade wrapped in spiritual flames, piercing straight to the back.

The woman stepped out of her sword with both hands on the hilt.

The dark golden heavy dragon blood on the blade of the sword rose and vaporized in the burning of the spiritual flame.

The red eyes lifted upwards and looked directly into Borch's eyes.

With just a slight glance, it was as if there were red coals of fire burning in his eyes, stinging his eyes and piercing his brain.

"Boom ———"

The tremendous impact penetrated through his sturdy body like waves, and the golden scales shattered like fragile ceramic tiles under the force, opening one crack after another.

I could even faintly hear the muffled sound of the internal organs cracking in my body.

The sturdy body of the half-dragon man plowed a deep tunnel tens of meters long in the ground under the majestic impact, and slammed into the wall, covered by masonry.

The whole body was burning with this vigorous spiritual flame, and even the golden scales were gradually red and charred in this spiritual flame.

"Mortals imprisoned by fate......"

"The light of the eternal flame will light the way ahead for you."

"I am the flame that reflects hope, the glimmer of the morning at the pinnacle of darkness, the blazing destruction that overwhelms the earth and the sea, the final one that stands on the mountaintops—the eternal fire."

Han Baiyi heard such a long list of titles, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

I can't stop recalling the appearance of tying a thin quilt behind me as a cloak, wearing sunglasses that don't fit my head, and waving my trumpet iron broken teeth at the entrance of the elementary school to meet my lifelong enemy as a strong man in the fourth grade of elementary school.

The woman who descended from the body of the Holy Favor held her sword and pointed in the direction of Borch.

It was clear that she was speaking a language that she had never heard before, but for some reason, everyone could understand the meaning.

She is not so much talking as she is using the spirit to spread out her inner thoughts, so that all who receive this spirit can passively read the inner information.

The technique is very ingenious, but the spirit as a carrier inexplicably makes Han Baiyi feel a disgust from his bones.

Even nausea.

It's just that the 'goddess' didn't notice Han Baiyi, but walked in the direction of Borchi.

"You should be proud to take the sword of the gods, mortal."

The Goddess of Eternal Fire walked over to Borch's ruins and raised her red-flame sword.

"The eternal flame is hope and destruction."

"Now the flame of love, the broad-hearted flame is open to you."

"Mortal, do you choose to embrace hope and live with your faith, or do you choose to die in the most fiery destruction?"

In the rubble of rubble,

It's quiet.

The goddess on the opposite side looked blank, but her brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Mortals,"

"I can feel your vigorous life."

"Are you flouting my existence?"

There was still no reaction in the pile of stones.

There was an eerie silence between the two.

Seeing Borch's reaction, the goddess squinted her eyes slightly and raised the long sword in her hand:

"Looks like you're going to fight to the end."

"Then die with your persistence and stupidity!"

As she was talking, the Goddess of Eternal Fire suddenly felt a double tap on the shoulder,

A pair of dazed eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife.

The flames rose suddenly, and the long red hair swirled like a fan, and he turned his head to look behind him with a vigorous but uncontrollable momentum.

"Who is it that allows you to touch the body of God......

"Smack."

Before the myth of the Fire Girl was finished, the whole little face was suddenly firmly held by a big hand.

The five fingers were almost deeply into the cheek muscles, and the little mouth that was nagging endlessly was clenched into an O-shape.

The long sword held high in the air was twisted so vigorously that it flew straight out, and the goddess of eternal fire was picked up by one hand.

Little Fire Goddess: ???

A pair of big watery eyes stared straight at Han Baiyi's palm that held her cheek through the flames.

To be exact, it is the pure spirit wrapped in the palm of the hand.

At the same time, a huge pressure that was almost as heavy as the world suddenly fell on her, whether it was spiritual power or physical strength, all of them were worn out by the huge sense of oppression from another world, and her whole body was almost paralyzed.

Instantly disarm all combat power.

If it weren't for Han Baiyi firmly holding her cheek and picking it up, the little fire goddess who was not very energetic might have to soften on the ground now.

It's like being drugged.

"Oh oh ......"

The little fire goddess's small mouth opened and closed like a dying fish in a tank.

I couldn't hear what was being said.

Han Baiyi looked at her with a bored expression, looking like a Zu'an student who humbly asked for advice.

"I didn't understand it before."

"You say, you old kings and eight calves who have lived for less than 1,800 years, and tens of thousands of years old, why are you so middle two when you are idle?"

"How old is it?"

Han Baiyi's slap slapped on the big forehead of the goddess of small fire, and her voice was clear and bright.

"Wow......"

"Smack!"

"Dare to move!"

"Wow!"

"Smack!"

The little fire goddess, who had just pretended to be dazed, looked detached from the world, and her eyes were red, and her limp body twitched slightly, not knowing what she was doing—it might be a symbolic struggle.

"Fights are fights, before the country declares war, it was declared in the name that it was to strengthen the motive, what kind of fun are you doing?"

"Returning God?"

Han Baiyi thought that this head was a little hard, so he didn't continue after slapping it twice, and casually threw the little fire goddess on the ground, changed her face and slapped it hard.

"Holy."

As a new generation of socialist successors who were born in Xinchong country, grew up under the national flag, and received socialist materialist ideological education early, Han Baiyi did not believe in gods and ghosts when he was a child.

This situation, until he was in college, because of the various goldfish and Yang Bodhisattva in the space was broken, he barely hugged the Buddha's feet when he failed the exam, and in other cases, he basically regarded it as the dregs of the old era.

After the little fire goddess who was greatly insulted was thrown away, she shrank on the ground miserably, as if at this moment she had an epiphany that if she couldn't resist, she learned to enjoy the true meaning, and she lay on the ground like a dead pig and couldn't get up.

"Get up."

"Do you want me to pull you?"

"Do it yourself!"

It seemed that because of the disgusting strange spirit on this little fire goddess, and thinking of the demonized spirit in this world, Han Baiyi's attitude was obviously a little irritable.

It seemed that she heard the anger in Han Baiyi's words, and the little fire goddess who was lying on the ground and did not move reluctantly stood up under the huge pressure.

The face facing the ground was full of uncontrollable frightened expressions, and the big black eyes that were blank just now were so bright that they were staring.

She swallowed deeply.

Seeing that the little fire goddess moved, Han Baiyi squatted down, suppressed the anger in her heart a little, twisted her little face over, and looked at her condescendingly.

"Now, crush all the traces of the dregs of the old era, cleanse the mind and the humble banner, the backbone of the earth and the people, and the ultimate heir of society, which stands high under the blood of the crimson hero, that is, I, want to ask you. Got it? ”

The little fire goddess looked at Han Baiyi's indifferent appearance, and then listened to the long series of titles—although she had never heard of it, it sounded like a powerful look.

Although Han Baiyi looked reluctant, he still learned from the goddess of fire and improvised a lie detector to detect the big truth.

When you think about it, his identity is simply too noble.

"Hmph, mortals who steal divine power and divine names! I've never heard of a god with that name! ”

The little fire goddess on the ground suddenly reacted from the shock just now, and glared at him viciously,

"You don't want anything from me!"