"The Original Body?" Douglas, Fernando, and Hathaway were all knowledgeable sorcerers. Judging from the black tombstones, the death cries, and the initial throbbing, they recognized that Vicente's real body was the legendary "Original Body" of the school of necromancy!
However, at such a critical moment, they had no time to ask further questions. After being enhanced by Douglas with a legendary spell that was similar to telepathic bond, the four of them blinked into the unusual phenomenon that was half hell and half heaven in the high sky.
Although Viken's real body was above the Holy City, his attempt to break out seemed to have put him in a "special domain". It was magically connected to every corner of the main material world. It was located in this world but higher than this world.
It was an unimaginable state. That was why Viken's anomaly was seen by all the intelligent lives. That was why Alterna, the Lord of Hell, Maltimus, Douglas, Fernando, and the rest of them could enter the "special domain" and attack Viken directly without wasting time on space jumps!
The Silver Moon fell with cold brilliance. The "tide" raised the air of hell that could deprive life and surged crazily. However, hardly had they approached Viken when the holy light suddenly flowed out of the solemn paradise where angels and holy spirits gathered, enshrouding Viken's seemingly narrow but extraordinarily spacious space and creating a sanctuary where only the holy light existed. Chaos, darkness, evilness, pain, and other feelings were gone.
Viken was able to perform the legendary divine power such as "Blessed Realm" without the help of the oracle!
Even though he hadn't succeeded yet, such a change seemed to be indicating something!
The bright moonlight dragged out by the falling Silver Moon hit the Blessed Realm, splashing out brilliance. A layer of black fire was suddenly generated, burning the holy light without a sound and reducing them to nothingness.
The moment the "tide" hit the Blessed Realm, it lost all its brilliance and became pale and dim, as if most of its vitality had been lost. It was exactly "life and death" that the Lord of Hell was best at!
Under the attack of the two demigods, a cracking sound that seemed to be echoing in everybody's heart echoed. The "Blessed Realm" collapsed.
The remaining black fire and the dark seawater spread to Viken's body, but he showed no reaction at all. It was because he seemed to have performed "God's Guard" at this moment. Illusionary waves were spreading out of his body and the space around. He was "really" in a different world, an amazing and weird domain that was more transcendent and untouchable than demigods. Therefore, the two demigods could not break the gap and really touch Viken's "body" after they were blocked by the divine protection.
It meant that the full-strength strikes of the Silver Moon Alterna and the Lord of Hell had been blocked! Viken was trying his best to make a breakthrough and could hardly be distracted. He was not at all at a disadvantage in the face of the two demigods!
"Is this really the right path?" The Lord of Hell thought of retreating out of habit and settling the problem with schemes and schemes, but he soon controlled himself again. If he couldn't stop and take care of Viken right now, he wouldn't have a chance in the future. However many schemes and schemes he had, he wouldn't stand a chance at all.
Even if the power of a true god was not exaggerated, according to the current level of strength, a true god could definitely crush a regular demigod, just like a demigod could crush a regular legend. Perhaps only Viken, who could use "God's Arrival", could survive in front of a true god. It was like a top legend faced a demigod. Other than Viken, few other demigods met the requirement.
"Eternal Blaze!"
Suddenly, Douglas' solemn voice echoed next to the ears of Maltimus and the Silver Moon.
The Silver Moon rose again and moved away from the center. The "tide" retreated crazily, revealing the empty "beach". Viken seemed to have sensed the danger too. He drove the Holy Kingdom that was made of the power of Mountain Paradise to release the thick and holy brilliance again, allowing the Blessed Realm to reappear next to him.
He was truly able to perform divine powers at his will without any words or spells!
That was not the end of it. The dim, desperate, and corrupted "incarnation" of the primeval hell spurted out light in different colors. Like the most unpredictable human heart, they interweaved into an enormous and transparent heart that enshrouded Viken and the Blessed Realm.
In the meantime, illusionary and real "holy light" flew over from all directions, from the Holy City, San Ivansburg, Aalto, Renstadt, and other places. Except for the Dark Mountain Range, the City in the Sky, and the dozen or so kingdoms of false gods, the devout believers and clerics in almost every place were kneeling on the ground and offering their power of faith in gratitude.
BOOM!
An extremely dazzling light erupted, covering the brilliant heavens and dark hells. If not for the fact that they were in a mystical domain, any creature that looked up at the sky at this moment would definitely be blinded by the light. Only a few experts were an exception.
The high temperature at the center twisted everything, but nobody could see or sense it. Only the crazily sweeping storm of energy leaked some of the secrets inside with the scorching heat that seemed to be able to ignite everything.
The ebbing tide was at the edge of the marvelous domain. The hells around it were highlighted, blocking the storm of energy that was far away from the center.
"This power is almost equal to 'God's Arrival'!" Although Maltimus hated to admit it, he had to make such a conclusion. After Douglas became a demigod, his Eternal Blaze was almost as powerful as God's Arrival. "However, this is an area-of-effect spell. The energy leaks out and is not concentrated enough. It's less destructive than 'God's Arrival' on demigods. Also, it does not have the ability to erase all traces. Of course, as a spell of pure violence, this is also one of the best spells."
When the storm of energy came close nonstop, Maltimus slightly frowned. "It is exactly because the energy is not concentrated enough that the gluttonous guy and I cannot attack together. I only hope that 'Eternal Blaze' can blow up Viken's defense and make it hard for him to recover."
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for the Lord of Hell and the Silver Moon to attack Viken again. All their attacks would be drowned by the storm of energy and the super high temperature. If they attacked first, they wouldn't be able to dodge 'Eternal Blaze', because if they had time to dodge, Viken, who was able to perform legendary divine powers directly, would be able to set up more defenses. Their efforts would be in vain!
After the storm of energy was more or less "eased", Maltimus and the Silver Moon sensed Viken through the obstacles in a hurry, ready to seize the opportunity to completely break his defense.
At this moment, the corrupted mind that was made of the power of the primeval hell next to Viken had already been obliterated, and the Blessed Realm where the ethereal song was echoing had been completely broken. Even his real body that was changing between illusionary and real became dimmer, as if the marvelous domain that separated reality from him could not digest such enormous energy and such a terrifying heat.
Of course, the Lord of Hell believed that it was because the marvelous state wasn't perfect enough. Otherwise, pure violence wouldn't have been able to break it. It would never be broken.
Viken's situation delighted Maltimus. 'Eternal Blaze' was indeed almost as good as' God's Arrival '.
However, before he took action, the power of the Holy Paradise and the primeval hell on Viken's two sides surged out again, and the Blessed Realm and the corrupted mind appeared again, protecting Viken at the center.
His buffer time seemed to have been reduced to a certain limit, and his energy was infinite and incessant.
Under such circumstances, the Lord of Hell and the Silver Moon naturally couldn't seize the momentary opportunity!
Viken was not bothered by the siege of the three demigods and the few top legends at all. He was still shouting crazily,
"Not enough! Not enough! "
As he shouted, the whole world seemed to be dimmed. In the primeval hell made of various colors, the human faces and the dragon faces became more vivid than ever. The twelve shadows, in particular, were even spreading out eagerly.
Inside the Holy City …
A priest who was praying devoutly was soaked in the ethereal atmosphere where there was no sorrow or pain. Suddenly, he felt excruciating pain on his back, and a red heart appeared on the ground before him. Dum, dum, dum, dum. The heart was bouncing habitually.
He looked at his chest, where there was an enormous, bloody hole.
"My … My heart?" With the last bit of his strength, he turned around and happened to see a priest that he knew.
The priest's facial muscles were twisted, and infinite hatred was beaming out of his eyes. He put his right hand to his mouth and licked the blood on it.
He no longer looked like a human being but an abhorrent devil!
Why? Since when did he worship the primeval devils?
The devout priest fell to the ground in confusion.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! "
Screams echoed in the Holy City, Aalto, Ife, Renstadt, and many other cities, towns, and villages. Illusionary shadows that were full of negative feelings flew to the sky and embraced the corrupted and desperate "soul" that the primeval hell turned into!
Thus, the world of evil and darkness began to spread once more, reaching a balance with the Holy Heavens. The twelve figures continued to fly to the ground and back again in this cycle.
Allyn was already covered in a layer of mist, and a starry sky was protruding.
After Douglas and the rest of them left, Brook completely opened the defense without being careless.
However, the sorcerers in Allyn were still panicked. Mr. President's order and the anomaly in the sky that appeared in front of them through the defense made them feel uncanny fear.
Suddenly, an explosion burst out. The arcanists nearby all looked over, only to see that a sorcerer had been blown into halves by an enormous fireball. The fire on his body was still burning furiously, and on his opposite side was a young sorcerer who couldn't have been more jealous. He was attacking everywhere crazily.
What was going on?
The sorcerers in Allyn were even more panicked.
On the top floor of the headquarter, Brook sensed the anomaly and ordered solemnly, "The sorcerers of the Punishment Department will work with the defense to kill the sorcerers who were infected by the primeval devils earlier. The other sorcerers are allowed to defend themselves with spells and are no longer restricted by the rules of the Congress. Everybody, there is no need to panic. No new 'infected' will appear under the defense of the defense. "
At this moment, an archmage came to his library and reported, "Mr. Brook, something is wrong!"
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