Panic? The Lord Flameless didn't know why he would have such an absurd and laughable feeling.
However, the throbbing between his brows and the sudden palpitations in his heart seemed to indicate that some kind of disaster was about to descend.
"No matter who he is, there is no doubt that he has descended from a distant space-time." The Lord Flameless forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart as he tried to convince himself. "Moreover, it's not his main body that has descended. It's just a wisp of his consciousness.
"No matter how powerful his main body is, the amount of energy his consciousness can bring is definitely not much! Therefore, nothing will happen to him. "
Although that was what the Lord Flameless said, 'his' appearance had caused even space-time to stop.
Moreover, this stagnation had even implicated him.
His clone was still unable to form a complete Law Domain. Therefore, it was still reasonable for him to be unable to break free from the 'space-time freeze'. However, his Demon God True Spirit had truly descended from the bottomless Abyss. Even his Demon God True Spirit couldn't move. This was somewhat inconceivable.
The Lord Flameless didn't dare to think too deeply about it. This would only worsen his already panicked state.
"It's just a moment. The World Will definitely won't sit by and do nothing if it affects the origin laws." The Lord Flameless comforted himself. However, he had forgotten that when he was fighting against the enemy, he was already showing weakness by placing his hopes on the Will of the World.
Just as the Lord Flameless thought, the feeling of time being frozen only lasted for an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the wind continued to howl. Sparks and fluorescent light also continued to move with the wind.
Just as the Lord Flameless breathed a sigh of relief, the figure on the other side suddenly moved.
The Lord Flameless hesitated for a moment before he began to react. He was hesitating because he was analyzing his previous panic and hesitating on whether he should immediately summon his Demon God True Spirit back to the bottomless Abyss.
However, in the end, he didn't choose to recall his Demon God True Spirit. Instead, he wanted to test the golden-haired figure's attack power.
If its attack power was similar to before, he could actually stay and fight.
While the Lord Flameless was thinking, the golden-haired figure suddenly disappeared. As if it had teleported, it suddenly appeared in front of the Lord Flameless without any warning!
"Not good!" The Lord Flameless cried out in his heart.
He immediately activated Flameless Fire. Strange fire runes appeared around him as he collided with the golden-haired figure.
The other party was too fast. It was too late to activate a defense. Therefore, he could only use offense as defense!
The Lord Flameless. if the other party's's attack.... of course... But if the other party dodged his attack, the opportunity he created to attack... good's..
His idea was very good, but when he attacked with the fire pattern, he found that he didn't touch anything. It was as if he had hit the air.
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The moment the red mist appeared, the sound of the wind suddenly became very soft. Time seemed to have slowed down, and everything was incomparably quiet. However, the Flameless Lord's thoughts were not affected. Even his five senses had become clearer. He could hear the howling of the wind, the squirming of Gregory's intestines, and the sound of Bobota's body crumbling … All sorts of sounds, smells, and images were being analyzed at a high level.
. When his attention returned to the red mist, he finally discovered the truth of the red mist.
This was an illusion caused by the blood gushing out of the wound.
Blood? Why was there blood?
The Lord Flameless suddenly thought of something. He lowered his head to look. There was a huge penetrating wound on her porcelain-white chest. This wound was connected from the front to the back, and there was nothing inside.
The heart inside had already disappeared.
When the Lord of the Flameless returned to his senses, the delayed pain instantly invaded his thoughts. Time, which had slowed down, also returned to normal at this moment.
"So fast!" It was so fast that the Lord Flameless had an illusion that time had slowed down. It was so fast that before he could react, everything had already ended.
He thought the other party would use Green Runes. But they didn't.
Simple and violent speed. A terrifying burst of energy. It instantly broke through the defense of the real body!
In fact, the battle had ended before Lord Flameless even sensed anything.
The energy source of this clone was the heart. When the heart disappeared, the Demon God's Avatar would be completely useless.
The Lord Flameless's eyes went from chaos to clarity. From panic to calmness. Finally, it slowly became ruthless.
Since the clone had lost its function, he decided to make one last counterattack while his brain could still control it.
Using his body as a medium and his bloodline as a flame, he would detonate all of his flesh and blood, as well as the remaining energy!
The Lord Flameless made such a decisive decision. He didn't think of heavily injuring the golden-haired figure. He knew it was impossible. The reason why he made his body explode was to hide the information of his bloodline.
However, before Lord Flameless could even move, he felt his scalp go numb.
He didn't realize where the numbness came from. He felt his mind fall into endless darkness.
The Lord Flameless didn't know what happened, but Gregory saw it clearly. The golden-haired figure passed through the Lord Flameless's body and slowly reached out his hand. His palm was aimed at the Lord Flameless's head.
There was a loud explosion.
Gregory's eyes were pierced by the intense white light. He couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the Lord Flameless's head had already exploded into pieces.
A large amount of red and white liquid, as well as shattered bones, shot out.
In the backlight, the headless body of the Demon's clone bent its knees. After a thump, it slowly knelt down. Blood spurted out like a fountain. Then, it fell heavily to the ground.
"The Demon's clone … died just like that?"
"Just two strikes, or rather, just one strike, and he couldn't turn the situation around?!"
Gregory was stunned.
A second ago, he was still in despair. But in a short moment, the situation was reversed again. And this time, the reversal was an absolute suppression!
It was so easy that it didn't seem like he was fighting with the Demon's clone. Instead, it was like he was crushing an insignificant ant.
Gregory looked at the golden-haired figure in the backlight. His eyes were filled with fear, but at the same time, it was filled with longing and respect from the bottom of his heart.
This scene was like a deep imprint in Gregory's mind. It would never be erased.
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When the Demon's clone fell, in the dark void of the bottomless abyss, a furious roar suddenly sounded.
And the source of the roar was the true body of the Lord Flameless.
Following the Lord Flameless' roar, countless believers in different worlds knelt down in front of the Flameless Flame's imprint, trembling.
His roar attracted the attention of many again. Some of them were even ancient existences.
They were very confused. What happened to the Lord Flameless?
Just a moment ago, he had been overjoyed as he spread the gospel to his believers. But in the blink of an eye, he flew into a rage?
As for the demon gods, their emotions had long been slowly worn away by the endless passage of time. The Flameless Lord's great joy and anger naturally made them curious.
At this moment, in the library where the Scholar of Cruelty was, a conversation was happening because of the Lord Flameless' change in mood.
"The Mirror of Desire told me that you might know something." A voice entered the Scholar of Cruelty's ears. The voice was extremely gentle, like a feather falling on one's heart, making one's heart itch for some reason.
"I was wondering who would find me at this time. So it's the Desire Demon God." The Desire Demon God was also known as the "Ominous Wicked Play." He was best at playing with desires and people's hearts.
The Scholar of Cruelty didn't raise his head when he replied. He knew that the other party's voice was only transmitted through the void, and was actually extremely far away from him.
After a low, heart-wrenching laugh, the Ominous Wicked Play continued, "You should know what's going on with the Lord Flameless, right?"
The Scholar of Cruelty looked back and glanced at the bottomless abyss where the Lord Flameless was. His eyes had a trace of seriousness.
The time it took for the Lord Flameless to go from joy to anger was actually very short.
Previously, the Scholar of Cruelty thought that the Lord Flameless might have defeated an existence outside of time and space and obtained some benefits from it. But now, it seemed that he guessed wrong?
"Since the Mirror of Desire told you to find me, why didn't you directly ask about the Lord Flameless?" the Scholar of Cruelty asked.
"It couldn't sense it. It said that it was blocked by a strange energy." The Ominous Wicked Play's tone had a strong sense of curiosity. "To be able to block the Mirror of Desire's senses, I'm very curious about what happened to the Lord Flameless."
After a moment of silence, the Scholar of Cruelty said lightly, "I don't know the specifics. However, I believe that not long after, your Mirror of Desire should tell you the answer. "
The Scholar of Cruelty was currently unable to send his will into the Fallen, so what he said was correct. He didn't know the specifics.
"Right, since you're here, I also want to ask a question. Look at these coordinates. It should belong to the outermost layer of the abyss, right?"
While the Scholar of Cruelty and the Ominous Wicked Play were talking, the Lord Flameless, who was being watched by the ancient gaze, slowly calmed down from his rage.
Since the doppelganger had died, it meant that the path to Asgard was once again sealed.
However, this wasn't important. At most, he could wait for that terrifying existence to leave before looking for Olucia's soul. Right now, the most important thing was to immediately let the Demon God's true spirit return!
After all, the true spirit was his origin. It shouldn't be difficult to call it back. However, under that person's obstruction, there might be some loss.
However, loss was loss. At least it was better than disappearing.
However, just as he was about to call back the Demon God's true spirit, he suddenly realized that he couldn't feel where the true spirit was?!
After a while, a torrent of emotions came from the bottomless abyss.
Anger, fear, regret, and … despair!
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