Diametrically opposed forces quietly coalesced into Murphy's hands. When he closed his palms, there was a crackling sound in his palms. The energies cancel each other out, and at the same time a new substance is born. It's not a divine spell, it's a legendary spell. To get it, Murphy paid a dearly price.

Collapse Singularity, which is the name of a legendary spell. The caster can instantly create a new plane and trap enemies in it. The plane then collapses and vanishes, dissolving into nothingness along with its prisoners. A person killed by the Singularity cannot be resurrected even with Wishing Technique.

Only the best mages can master legendary spells, but Murphy is a priest and doesn't even have the same mastery of magic as Curt. Therefore, when he obtained the Singularity from Ioham, Ioham clearly told him that he would use Murphy's ability to cast this legendary spell, and the only result would be that he was also swept up in the spell and annihilated in the multiverse with the enemy.

So what?

Murphy carefully ran the spell and couldn't help but smile. In order to get, sacrifice is necessary. He longed for a world under the rule of the mage, where the output was extremely rich, and no more poor people were starved to death. Ioham promised Murphy and gave him the identity of the Faceless, and that was enough.

Now that Wisconstin is the biggest obstacle, Murphy can already see that he is the true inheritor of the dragon vein. It is no wonder that the platinum dragon god Bahamut has been keeping a low profile so far, and he basically intends to personally descend to the main material plane and have a dignified battle with the dragon player Ioham, and settle the old grudge. Murphy had to stop this, by contrast. It no longer matters to please Curt.

Look at the creeping half-dragon monster. Murphy couldn't help but rejoice. If the true God needs to come down to the main physical plane. Then a suitable body is essential. The person who becomes the host must willingly accept the consequences of consciousness being consumed by the will of the true God. Or he could be beaten half to death first, too weak to resist. Wisconsin clearly fits the latter, so the elite of the entire Stormwind City becomes a stepping stone.

As soon as Qiē could make sense, Murphy was relieved. He had watched Wisconsin roll in the mud of the streets, watched Wisconsin being taken into the palace, watched Wisconsin rise and do whatever he wanted. And the royal family and the priests actually let it go, pinching their noses and repeatedly tolerating it. If someone were to repeat what Wisconsin had done, I'm afraid he would have been hung on a banner to dry not long after he started.

So, let's let it all end.

Murphy bowed his head slightly, feeling the energy in his palms approaching a critical point. He didn't expect to reach his goal so quickly. As soon as Wisconsin vanishes, Bahamut's plans to descend on the main material plane will come to naught. It would take at least twenty years for a new host to fit him, and before that time, Ioham had already occupied and ruled the Middle Continent. Powerful magic will protect this place. The fields will be incredibly rich. Compared to the selfish and stupid druids, mages are better at using resources efficiently. The City of a Thousand Laws is the best evidence. That small city feeds hundreds of thousands of people.

Thank you, Curt. Although you didn't do anything, it was all about currying favor with you, and I seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Murphy laughed as the translucent ball of light crept into his palms. I just wanted to catch a small fish, but I didn't expect to be hooked by a giant whale. Fate is really wonderful, always like the unexpected. Murphy shrugged softly, carefully tossing the ball of light towards Wisconsin.

The pale electric light came more and more into the air, carrying anger and divine energy, and thundered in front of Murphy. He was swept upside down by a violent cyclone, crashing into the doorpost of the Temple of the Dark Sun. The thick stone pillar cracked in an instant, and the whole thing sloped backwards. There was a dull rumble from the temple, and half of the balcony and some of the stone carvings hanging outside collapsed.

Murphy sat up from the rubble and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His legendary spells have been destroyed by Electroning, which is equivalent to losing the last trump card. Murphy wasn't too surprised, after all, mortals who wanted to defy the gods always had a very low chance of success. In this regard, Murphy has long been mentally prepared.

"Bahamut ......"

Murphy looked up at the sky, called the god by name without respect, and muttered helplessly. In the center of his head, a little golden light replaced the sun at some point, and was radiating a light that could not be seen directly. Later, a large and majestic golden rune crashed down, covering the struggling Wisconstin, and the surrounding ground. The hurricane swept in from all directions, gradually condensing into a dark pillar of wind that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The shape shì reversed in an instant, and he still couldn't change anything after all, Murphy thought sadly. He lowered his head to look at his twisted left leg, then reached out and tried to shove the broken bone back through the wound. Murphy's mechanical completion is a qiē, ignoring the pain with strong willpower. Then he recited a prayer and tried to perform the magic of healing a serious wound. Luckily, he succeeded.

"Ahhh......h Prince of Lies, Lord of the Dark Sun, is there anything else you want me to do?"

Murphy struggled to his feet, his arms outstretched in pathos. He still retains the ability to perform magic, which means that his master, Ciric, who gave him it, believes that the matter is not over. Murphy still had to play a role in what was going on, otherwise, as a sacrifice that had suffered a heavy defeat, he would have been stripped of his power by the gods.

A certain sound came from far away, and from the initial indistinguishable sound, it gradually turned into an overwhelming loud sound. This is the chant of the dragon, full of awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty. Murphy leaned on the wreckage of the stone pillar and looked into the distance, and saw that a spatial rift was slowly expanding at a height of thousands of meters in the sky.

The true form of the platinum dragon god Bahamut will descend here, and Murphy confirms this. He staggered forward and walked in front of Wisconsin. Murphy looked up at the approaching pillar of dark wind, then struggled to pick up the indestructible lake, lifted it up in an awkward position, and slashed towards Wisconsin without hesitation.

The unrivalled lightning shone again, and this time Murphy spun and flew out, crashing through the stone walls of the temple and breaking at least twenty bones. The broken ribs were like canine teeth intertwined, piercing his lungs. Murphy vomited blood, unable to utter a single prayer.

"Fools who dare to raise their swords against the true gods......"

A haughty, yet unusually deep voice rang out in the air, triggering an endless echo over and over again. Everything in the world seems to be repeating what He has said, announcing the coming of the Lord.

A figure more than 100 meters in length appeared in the spatial rift, hovering above the clouds. All the light of heaven and earth was condensed on Him, and then reflected in all directions with a hundredfold intensity.

"I am the dragon of dragons, the platinum dragon god Bahamut. ”

The massive figure proudly declared, beginning to make final preparations for descending on the main material plane. He suddenly stopped again, and roared with doubt and rage:

"Are there any idiots who dare to raise their swords against me?!You will die in the most painful way, after which your soul will be tormented to the end of eternity!"

"Is it okay to raise a gun?"

An old knight appeared from the end of the road, the old horse under his crotch hanging his head and stomping listlessly on broken steps. I don't know why, but in a matter of seconds, the slow old horse walked to Wisconsin's side with the knight. It stood with its hooves folded, and the knight looked up, smiled, and said:

"Hey, Bahamut, it's an honor to meet you. This stinky boy you fancy is my student, can you look at my face and let him go?"

“...... What are you planning, Amundra? You should know that Wisconsin was born for my coming. Before he became your student, he was already ......"

"I'm not here to reason with you. ”

Amundra shook her head and interrupted Bahamut. He pulled the reins and let the old horse take two steps to the side, then raised his riding spear with one hand, pointed the wounded tip of the spear to the sky, and said in a loud voice:

"I'm here to order you to give up your wantonness, platinum reptile! Do you remember my nickname? The vicious dog of the gods, the courtier raised by the gods of all gods, the executioner of the gods, choose the one you like. But never forget who I represent! It is an iron rule that a true god cannot be born, and a god who dares to challenge will be deprived of a qiē and turned into a cold corpse and banished to the astral plane. I warn you one last time, go back to your Divine Domain!"

At the end of the sentence, Amundra raised his spear violently. The jet-black pillar of wind that meandered between heaven and earth like a serpent then exploded, faded into a gray mist, and finally disappeared. A long silence followed, allowing malice to accumulate in the air. Finally, the spatial rift above the kilometer was completely opened, and a golden dragon pierced out of it, flapping its fifty-meter-long giant wings and roaring:

"Come on, little worm! Let me see how much I can do! In the final battle, the god of God has been reduced to dust in the vortex of the void, and you think you can do whatever you want in his name?!"

Amundra didn't answer, just calmly put on his helmet and put down his armor. His eyes turned milky white, and pure energy surged out of his body. A pale flame rolled up from the ground, enveloping Amundra and his old horse and rising upward. When the flames dissipated, a knight in white armor appeared riding a four-winged unicorn. Countless runes shone on the surface of the armor and mounted spear, and this knight possessed a true noble temperament, capable of satisfying all the imagination of a knight, as perfect as if he had stepped off the canvas. (To be continued......)