In the World of Darkness, the Blood-eyed Maid Robert was hit by the giant centipede in Roland's hand. Her shoulder was instantly broken, and her whole body was blasted ten thousand meters away by the huge force. It was only because of the violent wind that she did not fall to the ground and be entangled by the thousands of wooden vines that stretched up.
However, Roland's offensive was continuous, and his figure followed her like a shadow. Every strike of his was powerful and heavy, with the violent power of thunder and lightning. His opponent could no longer exchange injury for injury. Under the bombardment of his many divine weapons, she could only continue to retreat and support herself shakily.
Now he was only one step away! With just three to five more strikes, he could completely break through the Blood-eyed Maid's defense! He would severely injure her vital points.
"Boom!"
With another thunderous explosion, Robert's body was thrown back again, tumbling twelve miles away. At this time, Roland's figure followed closely behind. The weapons on his eleven arms all showed a strong green light, which was a manifestation of the source power of the wood attribute, which had been output to the extreme.
But at this moment, Roland Benedict's eyes showed a hint of confusion.
This was not because of any accident in the battle, but because a voice from the World of Light reached his ears. It was his ally, Alexandra Howard.
The demigod, who was usually undisciplined and acted like a playboy, was cursing in his ear. "Shit! Go back. Roland, you idiot, idiot! You've been tricked, tricked by a little bitch! You incompetent trash, you will die here today, and everyone will die because of you. "
Tricked?
Roland Benedict didn't know what was going on, but Howard's warning still made him feel alarmed. At the same time, he realized that where they were now was more than four hundred kilometers away from where he had planted those magic seeds.
In the process of his fierce and merciless pursuit, they had unknowingly moved the battlefield to this position.
"I once heard from the mistress that you also bear a lot of responsibility for her mother's death, Mr. Benedict, right?"
This was the first time Robert Yvonne had spoken, and this time, her swords had firmly blocked Roland's weapons. She had clearly been in a battered and exhausted state before, but now, she was actually not at a disadvantage in terms of strength or Origin Energy.
His scarlet red eyes revealed a faint mocking expression.
"Then now, please pay the price and welcome the revenge that has been delayed for more than 20 years!"
Under Roland's astonished and incredulous gaze, Robert Yvonne's injuries instantly healed, and the twelve "Teeth of the Wind God" that he controlled with the Hand of Hurricane also stirred up a storm of blades.
As the weapons clashed, countless sparks flew. The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing and the sound of explosions were like raindrops hitting banana leaves. It was continuous and continuous, like a single sound. Streaks of red sword light that spanned more than 700 meters swept through the sky, emitting ear-piercing whistling sounds. Together with the numerous Wind Blades. The "cables" behind Roland Benedict were cut and chopped into pieces.
And Roland himself, under Robert's offensive, only lasted less than 20 seconds before he began to retreat. His two arms were directly cut off by Robert, and then two swords directly stabbed into his body, forcibly sucking part of his flesh and blood.
The strength that Roland was so proud of had been matched by his opponent. And his Origin Energy was at an absolute disadvantage in the confrontation between the two sides.
This blood-eyed maid was also far faster than him. With the help of the 'wind', this person's slash actually reached 320 times in a second, more than double his own!
So Roland had to take the initiative to retreat to the ground, to the north. He knew that at this time, only by returning to the place where he had planted the magic seed could he barely compete with the blood-eyed maid.
When the "Vine Saint" retreated, his figure was also extremely fast. Not only did he control lightning to bombard his opponent, but he also raised layers of wooden walls and wooden puppets along the way.
But it was useless. No means could stop the storm of blades that Robert Yvonne had stirred up. Streaks of sharp sword auras and streaks of high-pressure wind blades sliced everything in her way into pieces! Then, in less than 30 seconds, the forty-five arms that Roland had regenerated were chopped off, and many shocking wounds were left on Roland's body. Almost every one of those holy artifacts that contained divine power would devour a large amount of blood energy from him, gradually weakening Roland.
Without the support of those "magic seeds," and the "cables" that could instill abundant magic energy into him, the Demigod's Origin Energy was also rapidly being consumed. Not only could he not maintain his previous strength, but he also couldn't maintain the 12 holy artifacts. Now he could only rely on the near-divine holy artifact shield to protect his core and vital parts.
But he also felt that the force exerted on the shield was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was being hit by a giant beast, or as if he was resisting a falling meteor.
This shield, which was close to the divine level, was still unshakable. However, the arm that he used to support the shield was constantly cracking. This forced Roland to stretch out more arms to strengthen behind the shield.
But how was this possible?
Roland's eyes were filled with incredulity. He really couldn't understand this situation.
How could a newly advanced Demigod have such a strong source power? According to his estimation, this woman would need at least two hours of fighting before she could grow to be on par with him under the enhancement of the Wind of Battle.
But now, less than 40 minutes into the battle, this woman could already turn the tables and suppress him.
"Boom!"
With another earth-shattering sound, the huge shield finally tilted a little under Robert's slash. And at this moment, the maid's scarlet eyes flashed with a cold and desolate light.
"Slash!"
A crimson sword aura slashed out and crashed into it at the critical moment. Not only did it forcefully cut the huge wooden man in half, but it also cut off Roland's head, who was hiding inside.
This person's body quickly regenerated, but he still had to face the violent rain of swords that kept slashing at him. Amidst the incessant slashes, his body began to be chopped into minced meat.
…
"It's a weapon! That set of holy swords has a Legendary soul bound in it, and these Legendary soul powers are concentrated in Yvonne's body. And the strength of the Origin Energy is closely related to the strength of a person's soul. This is really unbelievably powerful. "
On the roof of the Wildenstein Building, Robert Linden said this with a faint smile.
"The two of you, it seems that the outcome of the battle has been decided. It seems that the battle between us can start — "
He pointed his magic staff, and a ten-story magic tower began to appear in the sky above the City of Atlanta. And at the top of the pale gold magic staff, a golden-red glow appeared.
"I once said that Philip is a piece of trash! He actually fell to a little b * tch. "
After Alexandra Howard snorted coldly, she slightly tidied up her suit and resumed her cold and indifferent expression.
"Don't be impatient. The opening of the Demiplane takes time. I won't go to the Dark World to fight with you mages."
At this moment, the void beside them started to distort. Following that, a figure appeared before them. It was the chairman of the Atlanta Magic Tower Committee, Nathan Werther.
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