A god needed a carrier to descend.
Søren could not bear the consumption of divine power, so he had to use Cicada's body in the next battle.
However.
In the process of descending, Cicada's consciousness would not disappear, but she would be controlled by Søren as a bystander. This was a rare experience that could let her touch the glory of divinity.
Because Cicada was a legendary fist master, Søren did not use his curved sword this time.
As the golden light gathered, a pair of special gloves appeared in Cicada's palm. It was an item directly made of divine power and was equivalent to a + 3 divine artifact.
"Shadow Nadir!"
Cicada's figure disappeared in an instant and appeared on the right side of Zargon. After being possessed by Søren, her strength increased greatly and almost surpassed all the monks present.
"Rapid Strike!"
"Epic Divine Power!"
As a god, Søren's knowledge was enough to support any class in battle.
Zargon's armor was easily penetrated by Cicada's epic divine power as soon as they clashed. Along with Zargon's painful roar, Cicada quickly left bloody wounds on Zargon's body. This was the ability of the monk order. When they served a god, they could get the blessing of divine power. However, most of them were bestowed by divine power. Epic Divine Power could only be obtained by devout believers above the legendary level.
"Penetrating Force!"
"Penetrating Shock Palm!"
"Shadow Strike!"
The power of shadow gathered on Cicada's gloves. When it hit the enemy in front of her, the surging power of shadow and the Epic Divine Power eroded and broke through the ancient evil's defense.
In the case of descending, Søren could mobilize Cicada's ability and his own divine power.
"Shadow Realm!"
"Killing Realm!"
"Death Realm!"
Some kind of powerful realm blocked the surrounding space. As if sensing the danger of Cicada, Zargon waved more than a dozen tentacles to wrap around her.
"Sunburst!"
At this time, the cloud monk also reacted. With the vibration of Chi, he tried to block the ancient evil in front of him and help Cicada to kill it.
"Shadow Dance!"
The Eastern Empress' figure turned into more than ten afterimages. A strange dagger with divine light flowing around it slashed towards the tentacle in front of her. She seemed to want to save Cicada, because that was how Cicada was injured. If it wasn't for Søren's arrival, it would have died.
"Shadow Leap!"
However, Cicada didn't seem to care about the tentacles' attacks. The moment the tentacles touched her, Cicada's figure disappeared.
The next moment.
The cicada appeared behind the Ancient Evil Creature and launched a series of rapid attacks.
Zargon's body was badly damaged, but at the same time, it was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ancient evil creatures had a terrifying regenerative ability. Even the gods could not easily kill them.
"Looks like there's still a little trouble."
The cicada made a sound, but it was Søren's voice. She suddenly disappeared and reappeared above Zargon.
"Divine Shockwave!"
A huge amount of divine power came out with Cicada's punch. The next moment, Zargon's body gradually became bloody. More importantly, under the effect of the Divine Shockwave, the altar under Zargon's feet was shattering.
The power of the blood sacrifice was disappearing.
It was obvious that Zargon's regeneration speed had slowed down.
"God's Descent!"
Cicada took a deep breath, then put her palms together. Her whole body was shrouded in golden light. She completely ignored the evil aura of the Ancient Evil Creature, as well as all the negative statuses and corrosive effects. She rushed directly to the Ancient Evil Creature and threw a punch. With the golden light, she directly penetrated the body of the Ancient Evil Creature.
"Space Change!"
The surrounding space was distorted, and the power of the Law cut around, directly cutting off Zargon's tentacles.
"Destructive Strike!"
The divine power exploded with Cicada's fist as the center, directly destroying Zargon's body. All the flesh and blood were torn apart, leaving only the last strange horn.
Even Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, could not destroy this horn. In the end, he could only seal it.
"Let me deal with it!"
Seeing that the Cloud Monk seemed to be preparing to seal the horn in front of him, Cicada suddenly said, "I have a way to kill him completely."
"Death [Divinity]!"
Søren's golden body appeared. At this moment, Cicada seemed to have become him. He reached out and held the strange horn in front of him, and then turned into a golden giant hundreds of feet tall.
"Divine Form!"
Søren's pupils appeared dark, and then he suddenly clenched the horn in his hand.
"Death's Hand!"
The surging divine power of death gathered. Under the terrible impact of Søren's divine power, a crack gradually appeared on the strange horn in front of him.
Then, more and more cracks appeared on the surface of the horn. Finally, some kind of unwilling and fearful roar sounded. A twisted soul broke free from it, as if it wanted to escape into the underworld.
"Soul Imprisonment!"
Søren's mouth showed a sarcastic smile. With a wave of his hand, the twisted soul was imprisoned and finally injected into a gem made of divine power.
The golden light dissipated.
Cicada's figure slowly floated down from the sky, and Søren's golden body gradually faded away, along with the soul gem.
"Lord of Shadows?"
The expression of the Eastern Princess was a little hesitant. She hesitated for a moment before whispering.
Cicada opened his eyes at this time and said slowly, "Master has left! … "
…
At the same time.
In the sky above the city of Modor, the golden light column gradually dissipated, and Søren's figure appeared inside the temple.
During the Avatar Crisis, every god's descent consumed a lot of divine power. Under normal circumstances, gods rarely descended. It was precisely because this action consumed too much power. At this time, the light gathered on the great temple had become dim. Søren had almost consumed the power that he had accumulated for nearly three months.
"However."
Søren looked at the soul gem in front of him and said playfully, "It looks like a good harvest!"
Crack!
Just now, Søren did not completely kill Zargon. He only destroyed the horn where the soul lived. At this moment, when he crushed the soul gem, the power of the temple began to gather.
"Suppress!"
Some kind of terrible scream sounded, and then countless souls flew out from Søren's palm.
These were the souls that were devoured by ancient evils. They were extremely evil existences. The gods hated them very much, and one of their abilities was to devour souls.
"Gate of the Kingdom of God!"
Søren waved his hand and opened a white light gate. Then, under the influence of divine power, countless souls flew into it and were directly thrown into the Pool of Shadow Reincarnation.
Zargon was completely killed at this time.
Søren crushed his soul and transferred the souls he devoured into the Kingdom of God.
A row of data appeared:
"You've killed the ancient evil [Zargon]! … "
"Extracting the target's soul energy! You've gained 3950,000 Slaughter EXP! … "
"The target has divine power! … "
"Extracting the target's divine power! You've gained 22 divinity! … "
"Your [Evil] Domain has been strengthened! Your [Order] Domain has been strengthened! Your [Crafty] Domain has been strengthened! … "
A wave of divinity was devoured by Søren.
After a while, he opened his eyes and was a little disappointed. "There really is no divinity in the ancient evil!"
This was obvious.
Because if there was a divinity, the ancient evil would have become a terrible evil god.
But fortunately, Zargon's body was unexpectedly strengthened by the Crafty Domain. It seemed that his horn could not be destroyed because of the strange [Crafty].
…
In the deepest part of the Baator Inferno.
Just when Søren completely destroyed Zargon's horn, an ancient existence seemed to have sensed something and opened his eyes.
"Is he finally dead?"
The Lord of Hell, Asmodeus, was a creature with dark skin and hair. He had a handsome appearance, blood-red pupils, and a pair of small dark red horns on his head. Asmodeus was dressed in gorgeous clothes, mainly in red and black. He held a strange ruby scepter in his hand, and powerful magic power gathered in it.
He once killed Zargon in the process of conquering hell, but there was no way to completely kill him.
When Zargon was resurrected, the gods had no choice but to take action again. But now it seemed that Zargon was really dead, because Asmodeus could not feel the existence of Zargon's soul. This soul was sealed by him, but now it had completely disappeared.
"Shadow Master?"
The Lord of Hell murmured in a low voice, then slowly said, "The new Child of Destiny?"
"What will you do in the end?"
"Will it be another Cyric? Or will it be a surprise for me? "
Everything returned to darkness.
The Lord of Hell did not have much of a reaction to the fact that Søren killed Zargon.
When Cyric stole the power of the three Death Gods and almost surpassed the gods, the Lord of Hell only watched silently. The Lord of Hell was very patient. In his long years, he had seen too many people who suddenly rose up. Cyric was a typical example, but his end was not good.
Before everything was settled, no one knew what kind of path Søren would take.
The gods were quietly watching him. Because of Cyric's example, no one wanted to be the first to act. They were just curious whether Søren would end up like Cyric.
For the gods, waiting was nothing.
Only the one who had the last laugh would be the winner, and Cyric was undoubtedly not the one who had the last laugh.
Some of them thought that Søren would be the same!
When Cyric had just become a god, he was so vicious and ruthless. He killed several gods in one breath and almost surpassed the gods. But in the end, he was too arrogant and destroyed himself.
If Cyric had been a little smarter back then, he wouldn't have become the King of the Dead, Kelemvor.
Some of the hostile gods were waiting for Søren to self-destruct like Cyric!
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