Leon did as he said. He waved his sword, and it was the Eagle Wing Sword again.
At first glance, the Eagle Wing Sword did not look any different from the last time. It was still the same sword aura that looked like an eagle spreading its wings and cutting through the sky. However, if one looked closely, they would find that compared to the previous one, the sword aura this time had a sense of vividness. It did not look like a sword aura, but more like a real eagle.
It was a strange eagle that was not ferocious or majestic. It was just huge and agile. It could almost cover the sky when it spread its wings, but when it flew, it was light and agile. It did not look huge at all.
The sword aura suddenly cut through the long space and went straight for the Orc Emperor's flag. The white eyebrows of the Great Saint Elder were raised. He raised the Staff of Imprisonment high and shouted. His eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were all bleeding. There was a circle of red light on the Staff of Imprisonment that shot up to the sky. It was like a flame, but also like a shield, blocking in front of the sword aura.
This time, the collision between the sword aura and the red light was not as earth-shattering as the last time. It was just that both sides seemed more stubborn. They obviously collided together, but they did not disappear. The eagle formed by the sword aura screamed and flapped its wings. It kept moving forward with all its might. The red light kept making a boiling sound, and its color gradually dimmed. It was as if it was constantly boiling and evaporating, and its quantity was constantly decreasing.
After a few seconds, the red light finally disappeared. The sword aura of the Eagle Wing Sword, which did not seem to have changed much, continued to move forward and hit the Great Saint Elder.
The Staff of Imprisonment suddenly shone with a bright red light. The Great Saint Elder spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole body bent and even began to shrink rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he had shrunk into a pile of crumpled garbage.
It could be seen that all his vitality and even the flesh and blood in his body had been sucked away by the Staff of Imprisonment.
After sucking up all the power, flesh, and life of this peak legendary powerhouse, the red light on the Staff of Confinement was so bright that it almost illuminated the world. In the red light, the six figures tied to the head of the staff floated up, and each became bigger than a human. They opened their white mouths and bit towards the sword Qi.
As the sword aura paused, the eagle actually turned around and bypassed an oncoming skeleton. It then flapped its wings and pushed another skeleton away. As a result, a gap appeared in the formation formed by the six skeletons, and the eagle quickly drilled through it. Even though the skeletons immediately chased after it, they were still a step too late. The eagle was about to hit the golden flag of the Orc Emperor.
Seeing this scene, Leon finally smiled.
The true Eagle Wing Sword's power was indeed extraordinary! In particular, the power that he had suddenly obtained just now had given it a qualitative change on its original foundation. Now, the Eagle Wing Sword could be said to be a marvelous technique. With its power, he could probably really fight with those weaker gods, and he might even be able to win.
With this sword, no matter how powerful the Orc Emperor was, even if he could escape death, he would inevitably run away with serious injuries. After losing their leader, the morale of the Orcs would definitely drop, and they would have to retreat. And this tragic war had finally come to an end.
However, in the next moment, Leon knew that he was wrong, very wrong.
Facing the oncoming Eagle Wing Sword, Junero Tiger sighed deeply.
"In the end … I still have to rely on force!"
As he sighed, there was a crisp cracking sound on his body. Then, facing the sword aura that was like a spreading eagle's wings, he waved his fist.
His white and slender palm clenched into a gentle fist. Even if such a fist grew on the body of a tall tiger man, no one would think that it was a powerful weapon.
But it was such a fist that directly hit the sword aura of the Eagle Wing Sword. As a result, the eagle-like sword aura collapsed and dissipated in front of the fist with a sad cry, and the fist was unscathed.
Leon could hardly believe his eyes. He stared at Emperor Junero and asked loudly, "You … Who are you?!"
"Junero Tiger," the Orc Emperor answered calmly, but his body slowly floated up and rose into the air.
His face was full of regret, but there was also a sense of relief. It was as if he had finished a mission that he had been working on for a long time. Even though the ending was not satisfactory, it was still a burden that had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Impossible! As everyone knows, the Orc Emperor is not a top powerhouse! "Leon frowned and said deliberately.
"What the public knows may not be true," Junero said with a smile. "But … It doesn't matter how it is. Anyway, it has ended."
He looked down at the two sides that had been stunned by this shocking change. He looked at the battlefield that was full of corpses and sighed deeply. He said to Leon, "It seems that this war really cannot continue until now."
Leon looked at him vigilantly, not daring to relax at all.
He did not know what was going on with the Orc Emperor, but the intuition of a powerhouse told him that the opponent was very strong!
Very strong! Unimaginably strong! So strong that he was even terrified now, and the muscles on his arms and legs could not help but tremble slightly!
Although he had heard His Majesty and His Majesty the Iron Lion talk about Junero Tiger before, and although he knew that this guy was conservatively estimated to be a Demigod powerhouse, possibly even at the level of a true god, with the help of the three awakened artifacts, his strength was definitely not inferior to a slightly weaker god. To be able to make him tremble slightly … this was too strong!
How could such a strong guy stay on the Main Plane? How could he fight on the Main Plane!
Originally, he thought that no matter how strong the opponent was, as a legendary peak and with the help of the three artifacts, he would be able to escape even if he could not win. So he tried to test Junero's strength. The result was that Junero refused to fight no matter what, which confirmed his guess.
According to his estimation, either Junero's strength was too strong and had exceeded the limit allowed by the Main Plane, and once he fought, he would be killed by the thunder of God's Punishment; or he was actually just an incarnation of the Orc gods, and unless there were special circumstances, he had no combat power at all.
No matter which possibility it was, he had an absolute advantage. With his current strength, he was confident that he was almost close to the limit allowed by the Main Plane. As long as he stayed on the Main Plane, unless it was an existence beyond common sense like his Majesty, he would not be afraid of anyone.
But such confidence was only maintained for a moment before it was mercilessly broken.
What was the background of this guy Junero? He … could it be that he was directly the incarnation of the Master God of the Orc God System, the "Sky Devourer Canine" Lefon!
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was reasonable, but he was very wise not to say it out loud.
If his guess was true, then this matter would probably make all the Orcs ecstatic on the spot, and the Orc army under the leadership of a god was something that the exhausted human army could not withstand no matter what.
Unless … he called for help.
No! No way!
He shook his head hard in his heart and threw this shameful idea aside. He wanted to step on it fiercely a few times and completely despise it!
As the Head Priest of His Majesty the Void Mask, it was already very unreasonable for him to leave Garth City and come to fight for the Eagle Kingdom. If, in order to save the Eagle Kingdom, he asked His Majesty to help him and start a war with the Orc God System, which had just restored diplomatic relations not long ago, then it was simply …
This kind of despicable and shameless behavior, just thinking about it made people feel ashamed and angry!
And since he could not ask His Majesty for help, even if his strength was enhanced by the three Eagle artifacts, he was afraid that he could not defeat the incarnation of the Sky Devourer Canine.
Then … this war, perhaps it was indeed time to end …
He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice steady and full of confidence. "Do you want to end this war? This is a good idea. To be honest, I also have my own things to do, and it is not convenient for me to stay here all the time. But, how do you want to end this war? "
Junero smiled, and there was a kind of calmness in his smile, as if he had seen through the heart of his opponent.
"Each of us will retreat," he said. "The border will be divided according to the line of actual control between the two sides before the war began. We will not fight each other for at least 20 years, how about that? "
"Do you want me to give up the fortress of the City of Iron that was contributed?" Leon frowned and said, "I can give up the land, but I will never give up the people!"
Junero smiled again. "What do I want those people for? I will return them to you. "
He sighed softly and said, "I wanted to do an experiment on racial integration, but the result was like this … Maybe life is like this, you can never get what you are trying to pursue …"
As he said this, he seemed to be disinterested and slowly descended, returning to the Orc battle flag, and issued the order to retreat.
Only then did Leon finally feel relieved and hurriedly ordered the troops to retreat.
This war with the largest mobilization of troops on the Main Plane in the past few hundred years had come to an end.
And at this time, in the Pantheon Temple, the Master of Order finally announced the results of the vote that had been organized by an inspiration.
Although there were some twists and turns in the voting process, for example, there were cases of people who had already voted for the Goddess of Twilight but regretted it and wanted to vote for the God of Fire Elemental — and there were many gods who did this. However, the great Master of Order tolerated this behavior and gave those impatient people who had voted wrongly a chance to correct themselves. As a result, there was a slight delay, but the results were finally out.
In the sky above the Pantheon Temple, there were two opposing lights, one red and one white. The red light meant that the gods had voted for the God of Fire Elemental, and the white light meant that the gods had voted for the Goddess of Twilight.
Although each god could vote, not all the gods' votes were of the same value. In fact, the value of each vote was determined by the voter's divinity. The higher the divinity, the higher the value of the vote.
Generally speaking, the great Divine Powers such as the Lord of War and the God of Justice were worth more than ten times more than the weak Divine Powers such as the God of Eclipse.
However, after all, the great Divine Powers were in the minority. After all, the majority of the Pantheon Temple were the weak and weak Divine Powers. Their votes really determined the final result of this vote.
And the final result was that the God of Fire Elemental won with a relatively large advantage.
This result was, of course, some were happy and some were sad, but it was not unexpected. The kind of danger that the God of Strategy had proposed was close to the eyes of most of the gods who believed in it. After all, the God of Light had just killed the Sun God!
In contrast, the elemental disaster envisioned by the God of Conspiracy was, after all, far away from most gods.
Under this comparison, of course, everyone preferred to let the God of Fire Elemental succeed the Sun God.
When all the gods had cast their votes, the Master of Order majestically glanced at the entire Pantheon Temple. After making sure that no one wanted to change their vote, he announced the final result.
"According to the result of the vote, I will divide the priesthood of the Sun God. The dawn and dusk will be divided to the Goddess of Twilight, and the rest of the time will be given to the God of Fire Elemental, "he said." However, I will keep one-third of the priesthood, and no one will be granted it. If there is a successor who can reach a sufficient level of understanding and mastery of the 'Sun' domain, come to me and ask to inherit this part of the priesthood. "
After the majestic Master of Order made this somewhat wonderful judgment, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a trace of a smile.
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