In this lair of flesh.

Countless tentacle spearheads composed of tendons and flesh are constantly attacking in this space.

These tentacles formed by flesh and blood are controlled by the god himself.

Compared to this tide of flesh and blood, the kind of flesh and blood that he condensed himself is too much more than in terms of appearance and strength.

The tentacles that were formed by the tide of flesh and blood before could hardly have much impact on everyone.

And now these tentacles, every muscle, every flesh and blood tendon, seem to be perfectly carved into them.

The surface is smooth, and every muscle fits to it, like a sculpture.

And the strong power brought by these splices makes the ability of each tentacle to catapult and pierce to the limit.

Lucilia wields the spell sword in her hand, slashing or turning into mist to dodge attacks.

Ever since she had originally made a spatial jump through the spatial dagger and gave him a sword behind the newborn god, she couldn't even do it at close quarters now.

Whenever Lucilia was about to make a space jump, the dense air of attacks made her not even want to move.

Just parrying took almost all of her energy.

Obviously, it was impossible for Lucilia to defeat the enemy in front of her.

"Lucilia."

Behind him came Alka's voice.

Hearing this, Lucilia swung her great sword and spun in a circle.

Powerful soul waves swept around.

Although they could not inflict any damage on these soulless flesh tentacles, the fluctuations of the souls still slowed them down, and then severed all the tentacles around them.

Immediately retreat to the rear.

A mirror appears in front of Lucilia, blocking all the chasing tentacles.

Lucilia then returned to Arka's side.

"Oh? Not ready to fight? ”

The god of newborn looked at the crowd and asked.

"Since you are already desperate, then I will personally send you back to the Styx."

He smiled and said in a calm tone.

Arka smiled: "Don't worry, I'll come this time." ”

Hearing this, the newborn god was not annoyed, nor did he say anything, but stayed where he was, as if waiting.

Lucilia and the others looked at Arka.

Arka whispered something in Lucilia's ear.

Hearing this, Lucilia looked at him with a frown, then nodded.

Lucilia looked at the huge curse sword in her hand, the huge blade of which she held in one hand. Lucilia then pressed Alka's chest with her left hand, and slashed down with a spell blade in her right hand.

At this time, the curse sword has turned into the state of the soul blade, and the blade is slashed.

The moment of the slash, Lucilia went directly into Arka's body.

At this time, Arka's body also changed, and his flesh and blood body was shaking.

The soul manifests outwards and the spiritual energy envelops the body.

The last string in the body that was originally connected to the dream was broken.

Arka's soul, spirit, body, and body are disconnected.

The strength of the whole person began to grow wildly.

There was no need for him to deliberately guide the power in the dream realm, and his strength began to move closer to the dream realm.

Body.

Lucilia herself becomes a link between her body and the spirit of Arka.

Use your own power to continue to connect the two.

The sound reached Arka's ears.

"I can only hold on for 15 minutes, and after 15 minutes, your body and soul will be completely disconnected, and you will be left in a dream."

Arka nodded, "That's enough." ”

Look at Arka at this time.

Even the newborn god, who had always had a calm expression, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his expression revealing surprise.

"I didn't even realize that you are a king of dreams, and you are really at stake.

A mortal who has become the king of dreams, not even a creature in dreams...... How did you do that? ”

The newborn god was surprised and puzzled.

At this time, Alka, who was pressed for time, looked at him, and there was no idle chatting with him.

The mystery of the dream began to spread wildly, and the strange colors of the light gushed out in an instant, and the pink mist of the dream filled the entire space.

At some point, a strong current instantly pierced through the mist and landed around the newborn god.

A strong electric current touches the body.

This time, the god of newbirth did not dare to drag it out.

The flesh wings behind him flew, and the body began to move quickly in the maze of this dream.

The surrounding walls of flesh condensed into all sorts of flesh tentacles, and began to attack with him.

This is the interior of the Tide of Flesh.

It's his main battlefield.

At the bottom of the flesh they stood, the silver liquid formed by the mirrors began to flow slowly, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Arka's figure appeared behind the newborn god.

The translucent piercing energy was condensed by the elements, piercing the body of the newborn god in an instant.

Before the tentacle attack arrived, the body shattered into a mirror and disappeared in place.

The god of rebirth looked at the hole in his body.

Flesh and blood intertwined and coalesced, repairing his body.

Piercing his body, not his arms, chest, or head, did not affect his movement in the slightest.

"Ting!"

A pleasant sound came from the mist.

"Coins?"

The god of newborn eyes narrowed, and he sensed that something seemed to be wrong with him.

It was very hidden, but his body and the power projected by it were not enough for him to find out where the sound came from and what kind of problems had arisen in himself.

Look at the fog of dreams that pervades your surroundings.

The fog completely obscured his perception, not only his perception, but even his perception that spread through the flesh around him.

It was as if he had become a blind man in it, and what had blindfolded himself was someone else's eyes.

In an instant, they fell into a disadvantage.

A figure that stops in place.

Suddenly turned around, the wings behind him, the spear in his hand, and even the surrounding flesh walls all converged into a piercing spear, piercing the figure behind him in an instant.

"You can't use the same attack twice."

Behind him was the figure of Arka.

He suddenly appeared, and was immediately pierced by the sudden force, like a mirror being smashed.

With a clattering sound, it shattered into pieces.

But at this time, the figure of Arka appeared behind the god of newbirth, merging with the clouds of dreams.

A translucent cloud of energy, unknown to know when it penetrated the back of the newborn god. Once again, it knocked him through a huge hole in the chest.

By the time he reacted, Arka's figure had vanished.

This time, the god of newborn couldn't help but frown.

The large hole in his chest was quickly repaired once again under the spread of flesh.

Before he could react, Arka's figure appeared in front of him again.

Flesh attacks begin to spread around, no longer taking targets at random, but with a direct attack over a wide area.

Behind the newborn god, a face also appeared, and the wings behind it also changed back to the arms facing the back.

The body that was originally as perfect as a sculpture has become a distorted and strange image.

Alka's figure kept flashing around, and the attacks came randomly.

An attack made up of a large number of elements wreaks havoc around, mixed with the energy of the dream realm, which is unpredictable.

The frenzied use of these attacks, dense and even more numerous, had begun to make it difficult for the newborn god to parry.

Holes began to appear in its body, but the damage didn't make any sense to penetrate its body, because its entire body was not critical.

It doesn't matter if it's hit in the arm or in the chest, or even the head that's hit, it's the same for him.

"I've had enough."

The god of newborn said with a frown, a little annoyed.

Then the four arms slap downward.

The entire tide of flesh began to shake slightly, and the central chamber began to squeeze up and down.

Seeing this, the Xia Daiti outside teleported them all out and disappeared in place before they could react to the mirror under their feet.

Arka's figure once again condensed in front of him.

Sharp teeth began to grow from the ceiling and floor of the Tide of Flesh, and the interior of the chamber began to bite like a large mouth of blood.

Unless Arka gives up killing him, he will be torn to shreds by the jaw.

The god of the new gods in front of him looked at Arka.

"That's your last resort?" Arka asked, looking at him.

"Of course it's not just that, it's just the beginning."

As he spoke, the god of newborn waved his hand, and a large number of muscle threads began to spread throughout the entire mountain of meat.

"What's that?"

On the outside.

Safraf stood on the massive steel ship and watched as the flesh and blood of the White Island were changing and growing.

The mountain-like flesh began to change from some kind of twisted tumor-like body.

It was as if a giant crawling on the island had begun to slowly stand up.

Flesh and blood intertwined to form muscles and tendons, and the massive body stood up.

A giant hundreds of meters tall and the size of an ancient giant stands upright on an island.

The exaggerated height made everyone on the ship look up.

A certain mood began to creep in the surrounding ships.

The most intuitive oppressive force brought by the huge volume rushed to the face, which cast a shadow on everyone's mood.

Some of the ship's sailors couldn't help but exclaim.

"God...... The gods have descended. ”

The sailors, who did not believe in God, even knelt directly on the deck and began to pray wildly.

"Fire!"

I don't know who gave the order.

It is also unknown which ship attacked first.

All the ships immediately began to attack, one by one, shells and energies of various colors began to fire.

Attack the giants in the distance.

The sound outside, the change of flesh and blood, did not affect the two Arka inside.

"Do you feel it? The fears outside, the mortals trying to kill the gods. ”

"Five minutes to go." Lucilia's voice rang in Arka's ears.

"It's over." Arka said.

Then the mirror that was hidden in the dream and spread throughout the chamber flipped.

The god of newbirth and Arka were instantly trapped in the mirror world of dreams.

Feel the changes around you and look at your surroundings.

"Reflection World?"

It seems that this should be the golden age, the name of the world in the mirror.

Before he could react.

The world of dreams begins to invade the world in this mirror.

Compared to the distance between the dream and reality, the distance between the dream and the mirror world can be controlled by Alka, so that the distance between the two is infinitely close.

Arka's strength has climbed again.

Almost reached the apex of the eighth stage.

A crown of crystals appeared on top of Arka's head.

Arka looked at the god in front of him.

"Now, I am God."

Then the golden light in his eyes flashed.

This time he saw more and saw deeper secrets.

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched it.

The god of the newborn was immediately imprisoned in place, unable to move.

Countless large, exaggerated creatures of white mist gathered around, their huge heads changing into hideous forms, staring at the gods below.

It was as if if if he dared to make the slightest move, these powerful misty creatures would tear him to shreds.

Looking at such a scene, the newborn god did not panic at all.

"Maybe such a world is difficult for mortals to crack, but for us gods, it seems to be very easy."

Dense cracks appeared in the space of the world.

His control over flesh and blood even broke through the blockade of space.

Attacking from the outside were the tentacles, turning into spear after spear and stabbing into the void, as if there was some kind of deadly node in the air.

"Click."

With the sound of crackling.

A crack appeared in the air of the mirrored world, and a scarlet muscle tentacle pierced in.

Although the newborn god was imprisoned in place, a smile appeared on his face.

"Look, it's simple, isn't it?"

Arka's figure appeared in front of the newborn god.

Staring at him.

There was a golden light in his eyes.

"There is no fear, a body made of muscles, so that you have no weaknesses, and you are not afraid of your body falling into death."

This is the most fearless point of the god of newness.

His body is strong, strong and unflawed.

Unless Arka can stir its body into powder in an instant, not even a single trace will be left. Or be able to attack his soul like Lucilia, otherwise he would be able to reunite into a new body in the quickest possible time and not be affected in the slightest.

Arka stretched out his hand, and the 6 elemental powers were mixed in the palm of his hand.

A spell rose in the air and pressed it against the newborn god's chest.

The moment the incantation was pressed, the god of rebirth's eyes widened.

There was a look of wonder in his eyes.

"How do you know? How do you ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the flesh on his body began to dissipate, and his eyes remained in disbelief. But the body turned into something like dust and disappeared in place.

Only two orange orbs of light remained.

The divine essence that built his body, and the red light on his body had dissipated with the power and returned to the sky.

The world in the mirror is reversed.

Arka's soul-like body began to change, and the link was restored with the help of Lucilia.

Outside.

The huge flesh-and-blood titan suddenly fell to the island, its massive body making a violent noise and splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

In the eyes of all.

The flesh and blood of this huge giant began to dissipate and turn into ashes.

As the breeze blew, the ashes in the sky curled into the distance, towards the sea, towards the sky, floating and dissipating.

"That's it...... It's over? ”

Someone asked in a muttered voice.

The moonlight pierced the sky, and the clouds curled their figures, and they quickly headed for the island.

The crowd searched for the island.

Soon Shadetti noticed it, and with the flickering of the moonlight, everyone immediately came to the side of Arka in the ashes.

At this time, Arka was half-lying against a metal pillar.

Lucilia sat beside him.

"Are you alright?"

The crowd rushed over.

Matresa immediately began to check on the two of them.

Later, except for the fact that the two of them were mentally exhausted and the magic power in their bodies was seriously depleted, they did not find any problems.

But at this time, Arka's body had a flickering feeling.

Looking at everyone's worried expressions, Arka smiled and waved his hand.

"Don't worry, it's just that the link between flesh and soul is a little weak, and it will take some time to rebuild a solid link."

Let Lucilia cut the link and repair it again, how can it be so easy, the current sequelae is something that must be endured.

It's good to just bear it like this, and there are no big problems.

This was done a long time ago, when Arka had gossiped with Lucilia when she had gotten the curse sword.

The two also studied.

Otherwise, this time it will be a little difficult to solve.

Looking at the weak two, everyone was around, waiting like this. (End of chapter)