"Now we don't have a big difference in strength, but you pour all your incarnations into the white horse, can I think this is a provocation?"

The golden waves of fire are still surging in a ripple-like manner, and Roland's side does not feel any breath of life, although it is the flame of the sun that represents justice and life, but excessive frontality will form a dead and silent destruction.

The overwhelming flames devastated everything around them, and only Roland and Veleslaner, whose clothes were fluttering, stared at each other quietly as if nothing happened.

The only effect that this massive attack could have on Roland was to blow up the wind and rattle his clothes, and nothing else.

"Provocative? It may have been, but now you should consider it my unwillingness. ”

Seeing that the waves of fire that came into contact with Roland's body were all extinguished, Willeslana sighed helplessly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was softer than before.

After the avatar was detached from his body in the form of a stone tablet, his state also seemed to change.

Veleslana said in a hearty voice: "In my opinion now, there is no doubt that you have met the conditions of my contract, but as the god of victory, in such a selfless battle, even if you are free from the body of rebellion, you will still involuntarily become serious." ”

"It's okay, otherwise it will end like this, and I'm a little unsatisfied."

"Haha! Good warriors! ”

The boy god looked like a child and began to laugh, but soon the smile turned into distress.

"Although I don't think I can convey my true nature before, but as my fighting heart, it is really a headache to be so embarrassed, and at this point, I can only make up for it with courage and wisdom."

Although he knows the origin of Roland's relationship with the flames, and knows that his resistance to flames must be very high, but in the case that the other incarnations have barriers and restrictions, plus the consumption of a lot of magic power, and the strongest golden sword is no longer helpful at the moment, the white horse that carries the sun is the only choice for Veleslana.

After a few previous battles, Veleslana's tentative thoughts were completely erased.

Use the white horse as a means of attack, use the male sheep as an immortal defense, and put all the rest of the incarnations aside, and die if you don't win.

It was with this idea that the god of war launched the incarnation.

"Let's fight, Roland!"

At the end of the mountain, Veleslana felt like he had put down some burden.

Looking at the Roland who stood in the sky, he looked indifferent from beginning to end, if it wasn't for the madness of the battle, it would make people wonder if the other party was a robot, and the proud eyebrows and eyes of Willeslaner all fell.

"Even if I recreate the original myth of fighting with the gods for 800 days and 800 nights, I will be willing to meet that result!"

"That's a pity, I'm the opposite of what you think, and in the next blow, I'm going to bury you."

Being declared by Roland like this, Willeslana was slightly stunned, and the expression on his face became even more excited.

Roland knew what Willeslana wanted to ask and explained.

"It's not contempt born of arrogance, and I don't insult an enemy who can make me feel in crisis, so you can rest assured. It's just that since I embarked on the path of transcendence, I haven't encountered an enemy or anxiety that can be called a trial for a long time.

"Anxiety is something that must never be allowed to exist in me, even in the face of the unknown, life is a trial, I must cross it."

That's what Roland is all about.

He was the kind of person who was very arrogant, his chaotic nature could not be concealed under his calm exterior, and the flames of violence and lust burned in his heart and never stopped.

Roland hated being on his high place, and wanted to know everything and do everything, not because he wanted to do anything, but simply because he wanted to do it.

He is often conscienceless, as ruthless as a demon, but he does not abuse violence without any rules.

In the face of a real challenger, if the other party meets his requirements, he will also give the other party tolerance and respect, and in the face of evil scum, he will also make a deal with the other party in his own way, instead of using power to take it by force.

Roland has no human empathy, never tolerates those he looks down on, but gets rid of his lazy attitude for the sake of what he likes.

Veleslana looked ignorant, everything Roland had narrated that he could understand, but it was like a veil of light, unable to fathom.

The handsome young man across from him was as carefree as a god, yet he maintained a human mentality, and most importantly, he always treated everyone with the same perspective.

It's an attitude of overlooking, whether it's for magicians, gods, or the world itself.

"Ahh

As if the heart was being held by an invisible hand, Willeslaner suppressed his fear of Roland with the excitement that surged from every inch of his veins.

An icy feeling was pouring out of his heart, making every inch of his body tremble.

An unprecedented premonition of death overshadowed the gods who called for victory.

- The god of war will be defeated here, and he will not be in the end of death.

It wasn't Roland's prophecy, it was Veleslana's own hunch, but even to this point he was still unwilling to give in.

It was an honor for him to be defeated in a hearty battle, and maybe even a happy ending.

Veleslana slammed his chest, "I am the one who holds all the victories!" ”

The young god used the most primitive battle horn to inspire his body forward, and lost the golden sword, but he was still the strongest god of war.

The white horse carrying the golden flame slashed through the void and fell from the sky, and the space became void and turbulent wherever it passed, and the longer the line of fire that the white horse descended, the temperature in the air kept flying upward.

In less than two or three seconds, the white horse carried a monstrous golden flame to shorten the distance between the sky and Roland to zero.

Immediately, like a meteorite, it fell fiercely in front of Roland.

"Bang ——!"

A completely uncontrolled, earth-shattering explosion swept into every corner of the surrounding area.

The terrifying golden flames that destroyed the world spread out around Roland and shook all around, causing ripples around them.

The fragments of space were dissipated in the temperature of the golden flame before they could disperse, and although the waves of the sun fire did not have any material to burn, they still did not dissipate for a long time by relying on the effect of magic and their own strength, and the side had become a scorching hell, and the temperature was so high that even the gods could not bear it.

Even time began to overlap and intersect like cream, and you can imagine how hot it was.

In a hellish scene, Roland's body was completely covered in the golden flames from the sun, but he still looked at Willeslana with indifferent eyes, ignoring the flames clinging to his body.

The flames that originally rushed towards Roland's body also receded downward, becoming a shallow layer, as if the people were surrounding the king, and at this moment, Roland, who was in the center of the fire wave and unscathed, was like a god in the world.

But Veleslana's offensive hadn't stopped yet, and it was enough to vaporize the attack of the god seed, which was just an appetizer for him who had tried his best.

Even if he could only use the young incarnation as the main body, he did not hesitate to combine it with the white horse, using his own body as a chariot to carry the sacred sun.

It was obviously daylight, but the light and shadow of his progress easily left a pale white smoke trail under the sky.

With the combination of speed and power, Veleslana turned into an invisible fire meteor and launched the final swan song.

In the face of this blow, the moon will be directly destroyed, even if the aftermath of the flames will form a sanctioned catastrophe, swallowing everything on the surface of the planet, relying only on the natural resistance brought by the demonic energy, it is certain to die.

Just as the Holy Lord, who is unscathed in the face of a laser cannon that can destroy the spell, will still be blown to pieces by his own dragon charm.

Roland's piercing eyes stared at the blurred shadow of Veleslana, and he finally sighed.

Although it is not impossible to rely on turning back time or stopping the reversal to continue the stalemate and expand the chances of victory, as Roland said before, in order to gain peace of mind in a changing world, sometimes you have to overcome some dangers.

He withdrew the silver ring that had been ignored and automatically returned to him, freeing the seal placed on it.

"It seems that luck doesn't favor you when you lose your strongest, Welleslana."

In Welleslana's constricted pupils, the giant boar shadow carried cyan flames and slammed into the oncoming fire meteor with its sharp fangs.

In front of the huge size, he didn't have time to dodge, and finally, in the movement of the earth shaking the mountains, the crimson mushroom cloud exploded again!

The boar incarnation stored in the Key of All Souls finally came into play, and it was a thunderous blow.

{Wild Boar} originally had the effect of shattering everything, and Roland did not intend to let this avatar fight against the attacking white horse in the posture of a divine beast, but used it in a one-time way to exert the power of crushing to the extreme.

The sheer size and the power to shatter mountains and rivers made Vereslana's speed and strength useless, and in the terrifying shockwaves and explosions, the golden flames began to shatter one by one.

The boar roared ferociously at its master, destroying everything it passed by the trampling of iron hooves.

When they are separated, these beasts will even rebel against the orders of the main body, and it is precisely because of this that Veleslana in the original book loses the chance to win.

"This guy!"

If you can still use the warrior incarnation, the sword of words and spirits will directly recover the wild boar, but with the two personalities of Roland sealed at the same time, even Veleslana, who has been strengthened by multiple divine essences, is powerless.

But even so, the power of a single avatar is no different from a mantis arm as a car for a full-fledged Veleslana.

Before the raging boar could achieve tangible results, it was engulfed by endless flames, and in a wail it turned into light and returned to the body of Veleslana, and the momentum of the young god instantly soared.

But the episode just now still made Veleslana's momentum halt in front of the crazy wild boar, and his figure involuntarily emerged from the light and shadow.

But Roland gave up such an opportunity, just stood in place and put his hand in a slightly weak position.

Why he wanted to give up the opportunity created by the power of the boar, Welleslana's gaze was a little more incomprehensible.

This kind of effort is too disproportionate to the gain, and the return of the wild boar will not only make him whole, but also add an unfettered divine power out of thin air.

"There's no way I'll taste defeat, Roland!"

The young god shouted, "The reason why I didn't release the golden sword to subdue the wild boar is so that your denial of the gods is still in a state of being sealed!" With the two of us of equal strength, you can't get past my immortality and kill with one blow! ”

"Not really."

Roland slowly straightened his back, his face solemn, like an angel announcing the end of the world.

"Welleslana, who told you that my special attack on the gods is only against the Messiah?"

In the next moment, scarlet ripples erupted in his palm.

It was a sharp spear that was scarlet, twisted and knotted like intertwined roots.

But unlike a normal spear, the tip of this spear split into two strands and poked out in a fork.

It seemed to be alive, and it came out of Roland's hand inch by inch, and was finally completely held in the palm of his hand.

When the gun came out, it was clear that he had already merged with the sun, but Veleslana still felt the cold like winter piercing his flesh and blood.

With his eyesight, he could naturally recognize the true face of that gun.

Famous for being stained with the blood of the Son of God, it symbolizes the spear of doom and fate.

For him, as a god, as long as he pierces it, it will inevitably usher in destruction.

But this is the result of not being there, and it is clear that the infinite person associated with it has been sealed by him......

"Ah...... I see," Veleslana laughed heartily, "it turns out that even without that godhead, your body still has the essence of the source of life, and the reason why you have not been born as a god is only the power of a higher dimension!" The existence or absence of infinite power does not affect your essence! This spear is a spiritual costume derived from your flesh and blood! ”

"It's amazing! Great warrior, go through my chest and take away all the hatred and blessings! Before the next battle with me, hold the victory firmly in your hands! Use the head of the strongest god in the heavens to forge the eternal crown of the god-killing king! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Roland moved.

His body sank slightly, crushing all the waves of fire around him, the muscles of his arms tightened, and he raised the scarlet magic spear above his head, just this simple action made the surrounding flames born of divine power let out a mournful roar.

Then, with the belief of victory, Roland threw the glittering quaint spear directly, weaving the words of fate.

"—Spear of Longinus!"

(End of chapter)