In fact, from the beginning, Hao Ren did not intend to calm down the Godslayer. Usually, this thing could only stay quiet for three minutes, not to mention that there was a guy of the same origin fighting with it. So, when the Godslayer spoke, Hao Ren gave up. He just thought that he was carrying the background music with him. After trying to calm himself down, he continued to attack Auguste VII.
The sound of space tearing kept ringing. Gravity was out of balance, optics were in disorder, and the passage of time was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. As the two Godslayer collided, the battlefield between Hao Ren and Auguste VII gradually evolved into an illusory zone where the laws of nature were in disorder. The killing range of the Godslayer may not be as thrilling as the artillery plowing the ground, but within a limited range, the level of power they stirred up was far beyond the understanding of any mortal weapon. Hao Ren had the body of a demigod, and Auguste VII had the 'blessing' from Lockmarton, so they could survive in such an environment. But for others, this place had become a forbidden zone.
As the two "weapons" continued to clash, the Godslaying Sword (Householder Stabber)'s chatter did not stop from the beginning to the end.
"Dude, why aren't you talking? Why do you look exactly like me? Do you know who made us? "
"Hey, let me tell you, I've given myself a name, Householder Stabber. Do you know what householder means? It means that it's very powerful. "
"Hao Ren, to be honest, fighting and killing won't solve the problem. Look at the old man in front of you, he's very strong. How can you two decide the winner in such a short time? Why don't you sit down and have a good talk? Maybe you can solve problems that can't be solved by force through talking. You humans call this talking therapy."
"Hey, the one who doesn't talk, fate is making fools of us. We should be of the same origin, but now we can only fight here and there. What's the point of this? If only there weren't so many fights in this world!"
"In fact, my dream is to be a kitchen knife, to chop dumplings and cabbages. I want to stand aloof from the world and contribute to it."
"But since I've become a weapon, I have to accept it. As the saying goes, love what you do. Just like the name I gave myself, Householder Stabber. The one who doesn't talk, don't you feel a kind of freedom and joy in life?"
"Hey, hey, go up, go up! Do you know you've missed? That direction is obviously blocked! "
The Godslayer never stopped talking. Needless to say, the veins on Hao Ren's forehead were bulging, and Auguste VII was getting more and more anxious. Smoke rose from the strong demonized pope, and more twisted and hideous black lines appeared on his bulging muscles. His swollen right arm burst open, and black-red blood flowed down in billowing steam, burning small holes in the ground.
In a battle of such intensity, the slightest gap could lead to an irreversible decline. Hao Ren immediately seized the weakness of the demonized pope and quickly turned it into a huge advantage.
"Great Lord … Great Lord … Lockmarton …" Auguste VII murmured as smoke and dust curled around him. Corrosive body fluids mixed with black-red blood oozed from all over his body. Finally, as Hao Ren roared and slashed at the pope's arm, the demonized pope let out an inhuman roar. The Worldbreaker that he used to block Hao Ren's attack was slashed away.
However, after defeating the enemy, Hao Ren was a little stunned. The combat power of the demonized pope was beyond imagination. Although he had lost his magic, the pope's physical strength and the power of Chaos had reached a terrifying level. Hao Ren had thought that the battle would last for a long time, but he did not expect the powerful enemy to be defeated so quickly.
While Auguste VII was still in a daze, the Worldbreaker suddenly let out a shrill sound. A large number of black lines bloomed around the blade and cracked the ground around it. Auguste VII's arm swelled in an instant as if it was resonating with his arm. As the demonized pope howled, these cracks rapidly expanded and engulfed his entire body in the blink of an eye.
With a soft crack, the former Pope completely shattered, turning into a pile of broken pieces and ashes on the ground.
Backlash? The sword that Lockmarton had given him actually killed him?
Before Hao Ren could figure out what had happened, he heard the Godslayer muttering again, "What the f * ck! Did I talk him crazy?"
"What did you say?" Hao Ren was shocked.
"Err … it's just a possibility." The Godslayer's voice sounded particularly weak. It seemed that it had been with Hao Ren for too long and had been contaminated by Raven 12345's aura. Its personality had become increasingly strange. "I think … I didn't talk that guy crazy, did I?"
The "guy" it mentioned was obviously the Worldbreaker in the hands of Auguste VII.
Hao Ren felt as if he had been struck by lightning. This sentence was not fake at all. Even after being struck by Raven 12345's divine lightning, he was just as stunned. He stared blankly at the Worldbreaker that was stuck in the ground not far away. His heart was pounding like thunder.
Such a fierce battle, such a thrilling battle, the final victory was because his weapon had talked the opponent's weapon crazy. What the f * ck was this?
This was definitely the most bizarre victory in history!
But the current situation did not allow Hao Ren to continue thinking about the logic of this victory. After the pope was taken care of, there were still the remaining believers of Armageddon and Lavinia, who was fooling around in front of the Ark of the Sacred Covenant.
With a loud howl, two disciples of the Cult of Armageddon who had sacrificed themselves to protect Lily were flung away like ragged sacks. Willie roared, but he could only retreat in anger. His body was covered in wounds, and dark red demonic blood flowed down from his wounds, forming a small pool on the ground. It was a ghastly sight. But Willie, who was almost out of the human realm, did not seem to feel this level of blood loss. He only waved his arms wildly, looking at the werewolf girl who was glowing with a faint white light and possessed terrifying power.
Around them, the heavily injured and dead cultists were lying on the ground. Calaxus's church knights, monks, and abhumans were also dead and wounded. The blood of various races soaked the land near the Ark of the Sacred Covenant, and the air was filled with an oppressive stench of blood.
A few surviving cultists formed a circle around Willie. Not far away, Calaxus gripped his platinum staff tightly. A long wound on his chest was bleeding and emitting black smoke. The power of healing was surging around the wound, but it was clear that the high-ranking bishop would not be able to recover in a short time.
The church warriors, who could still stand, gathered around Calaxus, while the wounded abhumans gathered around the alpha.
It seemed that they were evenly matched, or rather, both sides were wounded.
Lily was probably the most powerful warrior at the scene. She only had a few minor wounds on her body, and those wounds were wriggling and healing rapidly. Her fangs were dripping with the blood of the cultists, and her golden pupils were full of fighting spirit.
"Come on! Fight again! Don't you have too many people? "
"Bah, beast." Willy spat to the side, his tone was full of mockery, but there was also anger in his mockery. He looked at the few subordinates around him. These were his most loyal men of sacrifice, far more fanatical supporters of him than Lamore and the others. These subordinates, who were willing to sacrifice themselves with sorcery and become his guardian puppets, were his real trump card in the Cult of Armageddon. But in the short battle just now, more than half of these precious warriors had fallen.
The barbarian soldiers and church warriors were easy to deal with. The high-ranking monk not far away, though powerful, was only a mortal. It was the alpha who caused the most damage.
But there was nothing Willie could do. Even with the power of the Great Lord, Willie was frustrated to find out.
Because the power of Order around the alpha was specifically designed to restrain Chaos.
But that was no longer important.
Willie put away the angry expression on his face and put on a treacherous smile.
He knew that his goal from the beginning was not to defeat the enemies in front of him, but to buy time for Lavinia to complete the ritual.
He looked in the direction of Auguste VII. The failure of the old pope did not make him sigh. The believers of Armageddon never relied on unity to stand together. He was just surprised that Hao Ren also had the Worldbreaker, and that Hao Ren seemed to be very skillful with it. Unfortunately, it seemed that there was no time to figure out what was going on at the moment.
Lavinia's incantation was almost over.
Hao Ren was just in time to see this scene. He only had time to shout, "F * ck... wait..."
Lavinia lifted the seal on the disc.
In fact, before she finished the incantation, the seal had been broken from the inside out. The last few syllables of the incantation were read out completely under inertia.
A dazzling white light burst out of the disc and swallowed Lavinia's body in an instant. The latter did not even make a sound before she was assimilated into a torrent of light.
The white light continued to spread outward, but it was so slow that it could be seen by the naked eye. It seemed to have become some kind of substantial liquid, first hitting the surface of the Ark of the Sacred Covenant, then flowing around the crystal pyramid. A vast sacred aura overflowed from the light. Except for Hao Ren and Lily, who had adapted to this divine aura, everyone who looked at the white light had the urge to worship it!
But just when Hao Ren thought that the rampaging divine power would burst out and completely flatten the place, a strange scene appeared.
The white light suddenly calmed down as if it was carefully judging something. Then it rippled and quickly rushed toward the 21 ancient wardens around the Ark of the Sacred Covenant.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the divine power disappeared into the bodies of the wardens who were bound and eroded by the magic of Chaos.
Everyone was a little stunned, but Willie was the first to come to his senses. He realized that all the plans and all the information had deviated from his expectations. Lockmarton's great resurrection had become a farce!
This was his last chance to escape!
This idea quickly turned into action in Willie's mind. Before anyone could react, he had cut his finger and was ready to activate the secret art of escape.
But halfway through the action, he suddenly saw layers of ripples in the air in front of him. Then, a small red princess shoe emerged from the ripples and kicked him in the face with at least two and a half tons of force.
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