In front of the Russian Federation's Holy Coffin defense line, the battle was still going on in the hurricane.
The battle between the Present Realm and Hell didn't stop for a moment. Instead, as the secret ritual gradually collapsed, it became more and more tragic. The fortress had already been dyed scarlet, and countless large groups of corpses and knights were piled up into mountains.
And just between the sea of blood and the mountain of corpses, the black-clothed archbishop silently walked between the corpses, smoothing out every pair of eyes that were filled with unwillingness.
In the distance, there were more black shadows and legions emerging from the domain of Hell.
"Even the power of the Solar Almanac isn't enough?"
When the roar in the wind sounded again, the Holy Knight raised his head in shock, ignoring the dazzling light that stung his eyes. He couldn't believe it.
"It's not that the power of the Solar Almanac isn't enough, but that Trar can't support the power of the First Sun for a long time."
The archbishop calmly replied.
A war weapon like the Solar Almanac wasn't something that could be used for a long time just by burning a world giant.
Just every time it was activated, it would consume tens of thousands of souls. Every minute and every second was a huge test of the supply of source substances.
Now, the connection with the Present Realm was cut off, and there wasn't so much supply from the subordinate Hell. In order to prevent other juniors from replacing him, Trar chose to use himself to fill this gap.
But a world giant wasn't enough to contend against Gaia. Was the power exchanged for as a sacrifice enough to destroy it?
Trar was probably well aware of the results of his sacrifice.
But as an elder, was he going to watch the juniors replace him and go through fire and water while he was still alive?
Wasn't that too shameful?
This was the only path he could take.
And only this time, he had to win!
Even if he had to burn himself to death …
"After all, this isn't a matter of the American genealogy, and it's not a question that Trar can solve alone."
The archbishop took off the rosary on his wrist and handed it to the knight in front of him. "The preheating of the Holy Coffin has been completed. After the Holy Spirit's authority descends, I'll leave this place to you."
The knight froze in place and opened his mouth to speak.
But the archbishop didn't say anything in the end. He just looked at him one last time.
He turned around and left.
Soon, in the reverberating hymn, the stooped body gradually turned into ashes and dissipated. However, the surging light gathered on his body and turned into burning wings.
After leaving the body of a mortal, the soul of a living saint reappeared.
In the Holy Bible, the barrier between the Kingdom of Heaven and the Realm of Reality was summoned, and the power to defend the Realm of Gods once again descended.
God's Justice, Angel Throne!
But what was even faster than the Russian Federation was the blazing light that descended from the sky.
It was lightning that was enough to stab and burn all eyes!
It was intense and cruel, dazzling and cold. It stretched for thousands of miles, descending from the sky from a great distance.
It was not a pure celestial phenomenon, nor was it Yun Zhongjun's light of disaster. Instead, it was a kind of power that was more profound in nature and closer to destruction.
Now, the lightning was like a spear, piercing down from the clouds and piercing through Gaia's body.
Then, the second, the third, and the fourth!
The materialized Destruction continued to pierce down.
In an instant, the Realm that was melted by the sun was erected like a forest of sharp edges.
In the core hinterland of the Realm of Reality, the huge veins that were once enveloped by the Great Arcana reappeared, and infinite divinity rose from the Pantheon Temple.
A vague projection emerged from it, forcibly propping up the Great Arcana that was on the verge of collapse. It turned into a pillar, making up for the incomplete parts of East Xia and America, and stabilizing the final framework.
It maintained the final integrity of the Realm.
Then, in Mars's hand, the javelins flew out again.
They looked into the distance.
When the javelins fell from the sky again, they formed a thunderbolt.
They carried the anger and might of the God Ancestor.
Jupiter, Zeus, Odin …
Not only that, but each of the javelins even contained a divine mark that came from the hands of the gods.
In this way, the power of the Gods was treated as a one-time consumable, squandering it without any hesitation!
And in the Pantheon Temple, infinite divinity continued to grow. Under the guidance of the Great Arcana, it fused and continuously provided Mars with this destructive power.
This was the true power of the Pantheon Temple. After collecting the blood and marks of countless Gods, it was like an all-encompassing and terrifying foundation that was like a gene bank.
As long as there was enough time, no matter what kind of God's power or what kind of divine mark, it could be created and derived from the most basic divinity.
The price for that was the cracks on the palace.
Viscous blood dripped from Mars's hand. On his right hand that was holding Destruction tightly, his bones were already exposed. The white bones were also burned by the thunderbolt, and there were cracks.
But seizing this fleeting opportunity, the Throne Angel broke through the air and arrived. In the brilliant flames, it revealed an appearance that was like a wheel. It spread its wings and enveloped the almanac that was about to burn out, dragging the Blood Sun away from Gaia's restraint …
But when the high heat of Destruction stopped, Mother Earth, who was pierced by countless thunderbolts, once again played a sad song that shook the entire world.
She raised her head.
She ignored her torn body and the destruction that fell from the sky.
The incarnation of the world, Destruction Element Old Gaia, stood up from the forest of javelins and moved forward again, step by step!
Towards the children that had left her …
A sorrowful call.
In front of the Pantheon Temple, Mars was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of boiling blood. He turned his hand again, pulled out the Thunder Spear, and threw it!
The flames of Destruction rose again!
This time, the intense light fell from the sky and pierced through Gaia's face again.
Gaia's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
It was not because of the thunderbolt from the God Ancestor.
But because behind him …
Beside the hissing monkey, the old woman raised her face. Her face gradually turned from sun-tanned to indigo, and her wrinkles faded.
The figure of a ferocious and hungry tiger walked out of the void and knelt in front of her.
Behind her, arms spread out like lotus flowers.
Blood-red tongues protruded from their mouths. After the disguise of the flower garlands hanging on their necks dispersed, the heads of Rakshasas that were strung on necklaces were revealed!
Stepping on the cracked ground, holding a spear, a treasure sword, a treasure bottle, a venomous snake, an iron hammer, and the copper rod that Hanuman had transformed into.
Now, Mother Earth opened her mouth and roared at the element of Destruction!
Shaking the earth and the sky.
God's Mark · Bashi's rope was suddenly thrown out. Chains extended out of thin air and wrapped around Gaia's body, causing his progress to come to an abrupt halt.
Just like that, he pulled the rope tightly and wrestled with the world.
He was not allowed to take another step forward!
However, just behind Mother Earth, the tides of Hell surged continuously. They had already poured into the realm through the cracks of the Great Secret Instrument. The torrent raged.
When Fusang, which had once borne more than 60% of the pressure on behalf of the other lineages, collapsed, they began to drive straight in and wreak havoc everywhere.
When the barrier of the realm was on the verge of collapse, the power of the rulers erupted with a loud bang.
They pushed everything to the edge of the cliff.
And just above the collapsing border, in the endless torrent, only the last lonely reef was left.
That was the dim light from Lord Yun Zhongjun.
Ying Fangzhou.
Right under his feet, the rotten giant butterfly wailed. Together with the other monsters, it was completely pierced by the lightning and no longer made a sound.
But there was more …
More monsters, more enemies, the tide from hell, surged from the end of the earth.
It seemed to be endless.
In the suddenly surging soil, the snake monster that had been lurking for a long time flew out with a hiss. But then, it was nailed to death by the lightning and turned into charcoal.
However, there were more large groups that bypassed his location, crossed the boundary he had set, and rushed behind him.
The horn of the fallen country sounded again.
At the end of the earth, the array of death advanced.
Arrows fell from the sky like a rainstorm!
What responded to them was lightning that was even more violent than the arrows!
Once again, ten levels of purification!
Lightning surged, and the wind disaster reappeared. A majestic tornado rose from the ground, bringing with it a poisonous rain. It swept everything destroyed by the lightning into the sky.
But this time … it was no longer as fierce as before. Instead, it was like the last tired gasp of a giant beast.
It screamed at the top of its lungs.
Pa!
Lord Yun Zhongjun, who had been standing alone for a long time, suddenly trembled. In the distant wind, a golden arrow pierced through his chest, causing him to stagger back a step.
Sticky blood flowed out from his chest, and the curse spread.
Then, among the tens of thousands of soldiers of the fallen country, the leader raised his longbow again and pulled the bowstring.
The arrow tore through the storm and defeated the lightning. It sank into Lord Yun's thigh again, making it difficult for him to stand still.
The resentful water pierced into the soil and forcibly propped up his body. The familiar dizziness and vertigo appeared in his consciousness, dragging him deeper into the darkness.
He knelt on the ground in a sorry state.
He gasped for breath.
He no longer had the strength to pull out the arrow …
"Tsk."
Behind him, someone who could no longer bear to see him make a fool of himself let out an irritated voice.
When Ying Fangzhou slowly turned his head, he saw the outline behind him that looked like a stone sculpture.
It was as if it had not changed for ten thousand years.
The petrified Creator looked down, not hiding his disgust and displeasure.
"Sharma?"
Ying Fangzhou raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him. Soon, he withdrew his gaze without interest. "When did you come?"
"From the beginning, of course."
Sharma answered indifferently, saying things that no one would believe. Even though his former companions were in such a tragic state, he did not have any pity or sympathy.
Instead, he seemed to be gloating.
"What are you doing here?"
Ying Fangzhou shook his head tiredly, panted, and got up with the help of the resentful water. "Forget it, it's up to you. Don't get in the way …"
Behind him, the Creator was silent and did not answer.
After a long time, he suddenly said, "I'm here to see you."
Lord Yun's shoulders trembled for a moment. He turned his back to him, but he did not speak again.
It was as if he did not hear him.
"Russell said that the last time you died, you were very impassioned."
Sharma told him, "I want to know if you are like what he said."
Lord Yun's back stiffened. After a long time, he could not help but laugh out loud.
"Ha, it's fake …"
Ying Fangzhou turned his head slightly and glanced at him like a fool who had been deceived several times. He asked with pity, "How could you believe such a ridiculous lie?"
Sharma was stunned and looked at him blankly.
But he saw the smile on his face.
He was so proud.
"Don't look down on me, Sharma!"
Ying Fangzhou raised his head and asked proudly, "Do you think I will die in front of you?"
Sharma did not say anything. He just looked at him.
He could not help but sigh.
Why was there such an annoying person in this world?
Even at such a time, he was still stubborn.
He was about to die for the third time, but he still looked like he was the winner. It was really hard to like him from the bottom of his heart.
When he thought about how he had jumped into this gamble for such a guy, he could not help but wonder if there was something wrong with his brain.
But he was already here.
It was too late to regret.
Before that, he could not help but … laugh out loud.
Right in front of the thousands of soldiers and countless monsters that were advancing like a forest, Lord Yun held the resentful water in his hand and stretched out his hand to his long-lost companion.
"Do you want to come?" Ying Fangzhou asked. "This is the last time."
Sharma looked at his palm and asked contemptuously, "You? Can you still keep up now? "
"Stupid words."
Ying Fangzhou sneered. "Aren't you the one who has been dragging us down?"
"That's a dream."
Sharma held his hand and warned him for the last time, "If you can't keep up this time, stay where you are and wipe your tears!"
The sound of rocks breaking rang out. Under the falling debris, a pale face that had not seen the sun for a long time and a pair of eyes that were illuminated by the fierce light were revealed.
From between the two people's tightly clenched palms …
Thunder rose again!
Then, let's do it again!
Those familiar tricks …
The gloomy sky and the fissured earth began to tremble violently.
The framework from the Creator was unfurled. It included the flow of the vitality of all things, the changes of all astronomical phenomena and disasters, and turned this world into a box. It traced upward and backward without limit, all the way to the origin and end of all things.
In the limitless enclosed framework, the birth and death of life, the migration of mountains, and the operation of the ocean …
[Framework — Genesis]!
Just like that, the world in front of him was once again forcefully taken back from the hands of hell and placed under his own control. He sealed it off layer by layer, isolating it from all pollution and erosion.
In the end, he handed over this power that was born within the All Creations to Yun Zhongjun without reservation.
One for the masses, and the other for the axis!
It was as if this was the cycle of this world, and this was the flawless truth of ancient times!
Thus, endless dark clouds gathered again. The Kun Peng roared and scattered endless lightning. The frozen rainstorm shrouded the mortal world, and the earth cracked as it rumbled.
The sound of thunder echoed above the sky, like a cold laughter, toward hell.
Thus, it could not wait to call out.
Once again, it issued a challenge.
In Lord Yun's hand, the Light of Hatred extended to 100,000 feet, illuminating everything in the darkness once again. In this way, the boundary between the present realm and hell was once again drawn.
Come on, come on, my enemy …
Come on, come on, my death!
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