Wall slashed almost ten times in one breath, and every slash hit the God of Spellcasters, Ymir Lamperus, including the Extraordinary Divine Power – War God's Light Blade.
However, there were no results.
In the face of such a situation, even someone as determined as him could not help but be a little worried, and silently retreated a little.
This was a very strange thing. When a warrior fought with a mage, not only did he not rush forward to slash, but he also hurriedly retreated to keep a distance.
Witnessing this scene, the audience was stunned. A passionate believer of the Church of Void Mask, who lacked combat experience, could not help but shout, "Don't retreat! Continue slashing! "
Wall naturally heard the voice, but he did not rush forward. He just smiled bitterly.
He knew his own situation very well. The round of attacks just now was futile. Not only did it consume a lot of his physical strength, but it also consumed a lot of his stored Divine Power. Ymir Lamperus was indeed a senior master who had been famous for three thousand years. At a glance, he saw the weakness of the God's lack of hardcore believers and limited divine power reserves. Using this round of close combat, he played a game of divine power offset with the God's.
The colorful halo that shrouded Ymir not only had a terrible defense, but also contained a huge amount of Divine Power. Every slash would have a large amount of Divine Power and Wall's Divine Power cancel each other out. After these ten slashes, the Divine Power in his body had been consumed by more than half.
If this continued, Ymir did not even need to make a move. Just the consumption of Divine Power would be enough to exhaust Wall, and he would eventually be defeated and killed.
Wall frowned and thought about what to do.
He was not afraid of death, or rather, he was already mentally prepared for it. But it was not "His" style to die without trying hard to win.
True courage was not only to dare to face death and bear it, but also to fight hard in desperate situations and fight for a chance of survival.
Most of those amazing miracles were obtained in this way.
After thinking for a while, he held the long black sword with both hands, raised it diagonally above his head, and put on a posture of preparing to slash.
This posture was the most powerful and powerful among all the saber techniques. A skilled warrior could often cut down heavily armored enemies with it.
Wall gazed at Imir without moving, yet his feelings gradually calmed down like a pool of stagnant water, tranquil and without ripples, yet also like a bright mirror that reflected everything in the surroundings in his heart.
Ymir did not say anything, but he smiled in admiration.
In the face of such an overwhelming gap in strength, a warrior who still had the courage to continue fighting, and even managed to regain his composure in the midst of the battle to unleash even more powerful techniques was definitely worthy of praise!
But he also felt a little regretful.
How could such a person become the God of Knowledge?
The God of Knowledge … No matter how one looked at it, he should be a Spell Caster!
Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh secretly. Not only did he sigh for casting pearls before swine, but he also sighed for the disappointment of his disciples and grand-disciples.
A group of Legendary-mages actually allowed a Warrior to snatch away their Knowledge Priesthood. This was simply too embarrassing!
"It looks like I've been focusing on understanding and mastering the power of the World Origin all these years. I've tried to include all Spell Casters in my priesthood, but I've neglected to teach them!"
He thought to himself, not taking the battle in front of him seriously at all.
From his point of view, the only thing that could fight against spells was spells. And the God of Knowledge's ability to cast spells had already been sealed by his own Majesty, the Master of Mystery. How could he have any chance of winning against the God of Knowledge with just martial arts?
If he were to lose like this, then his three thousand years of life would have been in vain!
The blade flashed.
Wall retreated once again, his footsteps a little weak and unsteady.
He had already concentrated all of his energy and spirit in that strike just now, and he had unleashed his martial arts to the fullest.
However, the result was no different from before. On the contrary, his Divine Power, which had already been greatly depleted, fell off a cliff again, and he was already in imminent danger.
If the battle continued like this, perhaps after the next strike, he would fall into a long slumber due to the exhaustion of his Divine Power.
For a new God who had not even had the time to build his God Kingdom, nor had the time to build his Church, this almost meant his death.
"Perhaps … the next strike will be the last strike of my life …"
With this realization, he slowly adjusted his breathing, allowing himself to regain his composure.
Since there was only the power of one strike left, then he would unleash this strike to its fullest, and unleash the most brilliant strike of his life!
Imia's thoughts were slightly disturbed by Wall's strike, and this great sorcerer suddenly realized that he was still in the middle of a duel.
He smiled apologetically and refocused his gaze on Wall.
"Ah, you look like you're in bad shape." With his eyesight, he could naturally see Wall's situation at a glance. He could not help but frown, and advised, "You'd better admit defeat. If you continue to fight, you'll lose your life! "
Wall answered him with a calm smile.
It was the smile of someone who had already made up his mind and was ready to accept death.
Imia's frown deepened, and he could not help but ask, "Why? There must be a reason! "
"Reason?" Wall finally answered. "Why do I need a reason?"
"You're going to die!" Imia said. "One can live without a reason, but one can't die without a reason!"
"Betrayal requires a reason, but persistence does not." Wall smiled, and his smile was calm and composed.
"Loyalty shouldn't go beyond ideals and beliefs!" Imia frowned, and said, "You're not the God of Knights. Your priesthood is knowledge, the promotion and dissemination of knowledge, and the promotion of civilization … Loyalty shouldn't be more important than your ideals!"
"Everyone's ideas are different, and I don't expect you to understand me," Wall replied with a smile. "For you, who has lived for three thousand years and witnessed the rise and fall of many dynasties, loyalty has long been meaningless. Perhaps even in the face of the great Master of Mystery, you're only following him as a student, not a subject. But for me, His Majesty Void Mask is my lord. As his subject, I'm very grateful for his guidance and kindness to me. If not for his help, I would probably still be hiding in the library, under the protection of His Majesty the Bibliophile, hiding from possible pursuers, and just like that, I would grow old day by day, until all my courage and strength were worn away by time, and I became an ordinary member of the graveyard … "
"His Majesty Void Mask showed me the way forward, helped me find the goal of life, and realized it. He made my life sublimate, freed me from the life of a fearful fugitive and an avenger full of hatred, and made me a great man worthy of praise. In the end, I even surpassed the limits of the living and stepped into the immortality. "
He was silent for a moment, and then said, "What touched me most was his equality and friendliness towards me! Such an attitude is far more precious than all the benefits he gave me. Compared with it, becoming a god is not necessarily a big deal. "
"What about life? It's not even worth mentioning!"
He rarely said so many words in one breath. After he finished speaking, he laughed.
"Well, Master Imia Lamperus, let's finish the nonsense. Let's end this battle."
As he said, he took a step forward with his left foot, turned his body sideways, and held the black blade horizontally in front of his chest, pointing at Imia Lamperus' chest.
"I'll try my best to stab you, and I hope you won't get hurt."
The God of Spellcasters was silent for a moment, and then sighed deeply.
He took out an ordinary-looking wooden staff and slowly raised it.
The golden light condensed at the top of the wooden staff, turned into a ball of light, and spun rapidly.
"This was the magic I was best at when I first traveled the world," he said. "People like you shouldn't die of exhaustion. Let me use my best magic to send you on your way! "
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight the final battle, Morani's face had become very serious. Even his body was slightly arched, and his knees were slightly bent. He was ready to rush up.
"I'll stop that magic, and you save him." As Yorgaardman said so, his right hand flashed, and the big ax that he was used to appeared in his hand.
However, their plan could not be put into practice.
Because just as Wall launched the final stab, and before Imia Lamperus released his best magic, a voice as angry as the eruption of a volcano came from the ground.
"Damn old man! Have you ever heard of a saying? "Sui Xiong's roar could even frighten the dead." Don't be pretentious! Pretentious will be struck by lightning! "
A dazzling lightning erupted from the ground, and instantly came in front of the God of Spellcasters. It hit the colorful halo that protected his body, and a dazzling white light burst out.
This light caused almost everyone present to temporarily lose their vision. Only the powerful God of Justice was able to resist this strong light and maintain a clear vision.
So before the light dissipated, everyone heard his wild laughter.
"Hahahaha! So interesting! It's simply too interesting! "
Interesting? What was so interesting?
With such doubts in mind, everyone who regained their vision saw Wall standing blankly in the air, still maintaining the posture of preparing to stab.
Huh? Where was Master Imia Lamperus, the God of Spellcasters? Where did he go?
More than one person looked around in confusion, looking into the distance, but could not find the figure of Master Imia Lamperus.
Morani used his Divine Power to search everywhere. He had seen at least a hundred miles, but could not find the figure of Master Imia.
So he looked doubtfully at Yorgaardman beside him. He felt that His Majesty the God of Justice, who had just laughed loudly, must know something.
But before the God of Justice could speak, Sui Xiong's voice came from the ground again.
His voice was a little emotional and a little dissatisfied. "What the hell! This old man is as hard as a turtle! I shot an electromagnetic gun at him, but it only sent him flying. It couldn't even break his turtle shell! "
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