In the usually peaceful town, there is a storm that is enough to destroy a qiē

In the center of the storm was a group of soldiers bathed in holy white light, their expressionless expressions of power, as if they were going to tear apart something that stood in their way. Countless weapons were thrown at a young boy with the breath of the wind, as if facing an intolerable infidel, and these humanoid angels did not spare their hands.

But these did not cause harm to the young man, who was mixed among these soldiers, skillfully borrowing the offensive between different soldiers to cancel each other out and defuse each other, and he himself walked in such a battlefield with ease. Occasionally, when there was an irresolvable dilemma, the boy either with a blade or a fist, pulled out a strange twisted wave from the shadowless void. And every angelic warrior who approached the transparent fluctuations was ruthlessly torn in half, and finally turned into light and decomposed.

In the eyes of the young man, he saw countless 'threads', and the movements and trajectories of each of his blows were close to these ever-changing silk threads, occasionally bending a part of the originally solid lines. What appears in the real world is the transparent ripples that can burst out at more than any moment.

"It's also the first time I've seen someone who can master the power of space so exquisitely, your battle skills are rare in the world!", the tall angel holding the invisible wind in his hand was praising the boy who had eliminated all the Heavenly Warriors with respect and admiration.

"Thank you for the compliment......", the young man's clothes were already stained with blood, and his originally neutral face was a little more heroic. Even though he had a near-predictable intuition and was able to dodge most of the attacks, he was inevitably injured. In the face of the Celestial Realm soldiers who were able to use peak martial arts and strength without emotion, even if he used techniques such as spatial fluctuations, he still had to be injured to deal with those people.

"Thou shalt fight with me!", Raphael's voice echoed in the countless howls of the wind, and the undeniable majesty came towards the oppression of the young man. And the silver light door behind Raphael is gradually closing.

"I can't ask for it...... You're the first opponent to hurt me so badly!", although the boy still had dried blood on his body, the will in his eyes was not consumed.

As the words between the two ended, countless resonances came from between the two, and the boy used a small range of spatial movements from time to time to flash a slash that was faster than once. Every time he slashed, Jia was about to force him to the limit of his reaction, but it was in such an extreme situation that the boy's skills became more agile, breaking through his original boundaries again and again.

Wind and flame, accompanied by the long sword, can only be seen in this battlefield two constantly intertwined figures. On the one hand, the wind reaches the extreme, and on the other hand, the space can move almost without gaps, and the two people compete for will and reaction at such a high level.

As the boy gradually adapted to such a god, he even had the free time to use the ability of spatial fluctuations, and Raphael on the side was also cut off his forearm because of this, but he was able to quickly return to his original state under the repair of the white-green light emitted from his body.

I don't know how long the battle between the two lasted long, and the blood on the young man's body splashed from time to time, and his eyes were a little erratic, and it seemed that his body and spirit had reached the limit. And Raphael, who is a god of disobedience, is not much better, the brilliance on his body is extremely dim, and the power of being a god is also squeezed out completely.

The storm that had been manipulated had gradually dissipated due to the lack of divine power, and only the two of them could be seen in this ruin.

Poof! The spatial fluctuations that the young man barely used hit Raphael's body, almost cutting him in half, even if Raphael had a divine power similar to healing, he couldn't make the dimmer divine light light shine.

"Thou art the strongest human being I have ever seen! I am amazed that you can achieve such a state with a mortal body!", Raphael sat half-on the ground, his handsome face and noble posture did not change even though he was wounded. However, there was a little more admiration and gratitude on the originally expressionless face.

"Ahem...... My current body can't be considered mortal...... But it's not the same as a god like you......", forcibly using spatial ripples many times is a great burden for a teenager who has not yet fully grasped the mystery of space, so even if he almost killed Raphael just now, at this time he has run out of oil and dried up, and his whole body has collapsed.

"Really...... Being able to fight with you reminds me of the divine war 10,000 years ago, and it is really a battlefield that shakes my heart...... It's a pity that I can't stay in this world anymore......", Raphael's light suddenly rose again, shining on the surrounding ruins.

"Huh...... This is ......", the boy felt a pure power rushing out of the void around him, constantly converging on his body, constantly wrapping his body from the outside in, not only repairing his body, but also pouring another power into his body.

And in the process

"O young man, accept my gift! as the power I have bestowed upon you to defeat me!", Raphael's face brightened brighter, and there was a little more smile on his handsome face.

Feeling the constant influx of power from this world, the boy frowned slightly. Although he also knew some things about the world of the God Slayer, knowing and actually facing it were two different things. Although he now guessed that this constant power might come from Raphael, he still did not know enough about the nature of this vision.

"What is this?", the young man struggled to his feet, looked at Raphael, who was still half-sitting on the ground, and couldn't help but ask his own question. At this time, he felt that the power surging from him was being absorbed by his body, and in the process, he produced a pain similar to a burning feeling.

"The ritual of using the human realm as a place of sacrifice, and our gods as sacrifices, bestowing mortal power on mortals. Although I have known about this since 10,000 years ago, this is the first time I have witnessed such a huge sacrifice with my own eyes. Raphael said with a smile.

"So what is the significance of this ritual?", the young man asked a little hurriedly, seeing Raphael's body fading.

"The usurpation of the power of the gods and the granting of it to mankind, a ritual presided over by Prometheus and Pandora, a contract made 10,000 years ago. That's all I know, just ask the goddess who is in charge of the ceremony. Raphael said with a slight sigh, pointing to an empty place somewhere.

"Oops...... Although I am a foreign god, Lord Raphael has no hostility...... Forget the title of goddess, I'm a witch who rules calamity and hope. A weak and tactful female voice rang out from behind the boy, and a young girl was half-sitting on the ground like the boy and Raphael.

"Thou art a foreign god, but thou hast governed the rituals of this land, which have been established for the sake of a balance between man and god, and a god with such a heart may not believe in my lord, but he shall still be respected by me. Perhaps the reason why the Godhead has collapsed, Raphael at this time no longer has the same lofty momentum as he did just now.

At this time, the boy had the energy to notice the girl sitting next to him. She looked like she was only a teenager, but she had a delicate cute baby face that people couldn't help but admire, and the long golden hair slid down her thin shoulders and hung low on her white dress.

No matter what aspect it is, the girl in front of her is a cute girl who can't be faulted, and she is gently looking at the bloodstained boy at this time.

"Oops...... It's been a fierce battle. A child like you, who can fight a god on his own, is extremely rare even in these thousands of years. The girl gently wiped the blood from the boy's face and said with a smile.

"The others...... Could it be that most of them killed the gods while the two disobedient gods were fighting?", although the boy was a little concerned about the tone of the girl's speech, because he had more concerned questions, the boy still cheered up and asked.

"Well...... Eh, it's strange that you're still awake...... It hasn't been in the world for more than a hundred years, and even the current godkillers have become different. The girl said with a sigh.

"He's no ordinary godkiller, Pandora. He is a walker from a foreign land, and he is the successor of the supreme power. Raphael looked at the boy with approving eyes, and said with some pride. Maybe it would be extremely interesting for him to be able to fight such an opponent.

"Really...... But even so...... He's just a kid...... In the future, I also have the potential to grow into the original one, but I'm very optimistic about you?", the girl glanced at the boy more, perhaps surprised by his identity.

"But Pandora, what is the purpose of the ritual you are celebrating? Raphael asked this question before his figure was transparent.

"It's just a matter of allowing humans and gods to survive normally...... Although I have always harnessed calamity, I have brought hope in the end. The witch named Pandora proudly said her true nature.

"Really...... Maybe it's time for me to come again...... It's a different world again......", perhaps foreseeing something, Raphael muttered as he looked at the witch.

"Then, Lord Raphael, bestow upon you the Word!bless this god-killer born in the new century!", the girl said earnestly.

"Thou art the warrior who smites me, the mortal who dares to fight the gods alone, accept my power, show me how far thou can go!", Raphael finally chanted a holy word, and the light on his body was ignited, and finally disappeared here.

"O newborn god-killer, walker from a foreign land, what do I hope you can change...... The contract of 10,000 years ago has gradually expired...... We need new laws and order!", the girl's words reached the ears of the somewhat confused teenager, and fell silent with the teenager's sleep.

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