Chapter 677 The True Face of God

The ceremony of conferring gods was over, and the sacred brilliance was still flowing in the New World. As the place of conferred gods by Siggel, the father of oak, Greenfield City was washed by the divine power and turned into a holy city. However, in the face of countless people, When a new true god was born and exclaimed, a battle was unfolding in a dimension that was difficult for ordinary people to peek into.

Phew, the storm swept across, raging in the void, a pair of pure white wings quietly spread out, covering the sky.

"Divinity·Destruction Storm."

The aura belonging to the true god is boiling in this strange space, with an indifferent expression. The storm angel Xifeng is destroying everything wantonly, but at this moment, his state is very strange, with the aura belonging to the true god flowing around his body, and the person he is targeting The main target is the new true god Sigger, the father of oak.

Hum, the natural divine realm opened up, and an oak tree flowing with sacred aura quietly grew up. It was allowed to be blown by the storm without any wavering. This was the magical immortal oak tree evolved by Sigger based on the immortal Chun wood killing move.

Although because he had just been promoted, this magical technique still had many flaws, what he faced at this moment was not the real Storm Lord after all, but just the descendant of the Storm Lord using his own angel as a container.

Looking at the unshakable immortal oak, Xifeng's gray eyes finally had a wave of emotion.

"Divinity: Wind Slash."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed. The right wing shadow behind Xifeng slowly raised up, like a divine sword that was about to be chopped down. At this moment, the sharp wind flowed out from the white feathers, forming a powerful force that cut off everything. Edge.

Phew, silently, the wings fluttered down, illusory feathers flew, and the wind condensed to the extreme turned into a gossamer, cutting open the space and slashing towards Sigger.

The branches and leaves were withering, and although Xi Feng or the Storm Lord's attack seemed simple and unremarkable, it revealed the cutting characteristics of the Storm Divine Power to the extreme.

A strange fragrance filled the void, and pale golden blood dripped. In the soilless void, vegetation grew wildly, and flowers bloomed. In an instant, a fairyland garden was built. In the blow just now, Sigger injured.

The oak tree broke at the middle, and the branches and leaves turned into pale golden light spots and disappeared. The magic was lifted, and Sigger revealed his true form.

There was a golden halo rippling in the emerald green pupils. Looking at the evening wind or the vague divine figure behind him, the power in Siggel's body began to boil. At this moment, on the back of his divine body, There is a wound on his body that is difficult to heal, and it contains the power of the divine power of wind, which is constantly eroding his divine body.

The brilliance of nature fills the air again,

Rendering the void into a emerald color, leveraging the power of the world with divine power, Sigger continued to recover from his injuries.

"As expected of a veteran true god, just a god's descending body is so troublesome."

The body was alienated, and emerald green branches and leaves poked out from the flesh. At this moment, Sigger transformed from a human form into a monster with a height of 100 meters, a body as tall as oak, and three heads and six arms. It was at this time that the world With the added power, He seemed to become a part of the world.

"Have you mastered your mythical form so quickly? It's really beyond my expectation."

Seeing Siggel like this, a look of surprise appeared on the Storm Lord's face.

The true gods have different appearances, and many of them have human forms, but this is not the true face of the true gods. It is just because humans are the mainstream of the world in today's world, and they just let them see what they want to see. That’s all.

The true face of the true god is called the mythical posture, which is a manifestation of power in itself. In this state, the true god can fit in with the world to the greatest extent, become a part of the world, and leverage the great power of the world as much as possible. However, due to consumption It is very large and contains certain dangers, so under normal circumstances, true gods will not show their mythical postures, and the so-called mythical postures of wizards are actually imitations of gods. When Sean's alter ego, Siggel The moment he was promoted to true god, he had his own mythical posture, which was the three-headed and six-armed statue at this time.

"Divinity·Wrath of Nature."

The power of the world increases, and the head in the middle opens its eyes, burning with raging anger. At this moment, the power of storm, flood, thunder and lightning, and the earth condense on Sigger's fist. This is the magic that comes with his mythical posture. .

Life is the main theme of nature, but life is not all of nature. When nature is angry, wind, cloud, thunder and lightning are all weapons in its hands.

Buzz, the sky and the earth roared, and the anger of nature began to vent. At this moment, the Lord of Storms became the enemy of nature.

Wuwuwuwu, the strong wind howled, and faced with the evolving natural power, the Storm Lord had no choice but to take defense.

As time passed, the power of nature and the storm continued to intertwine in the void. With the blessing of the power of the world, the power of nature finally wiped out the violent storm.

"It has reached its limit. This body is still too fragile after all."

The power of the wind disappeared, and he got rid of Sigger again. Seeing his body covered with cracks, like cracked porcelain, the Storm Lord stopped his movements.

Using one's own angel as one's own divine body can exert its own power as much as possible, but it also has its limits. Facing Siggel who has shown a mythical posture, this power is obviously still a little inferior. .

"That's it for now, Siegel. I only represent myself here to congratulate you on becoming the new true god."

A rich voice came from Xifeng's handsome and indistinguishable body. At this moment, the Storm Lord who had remained silent spoke.

Hearing this and looking at the Lord of Storms, Sigger stopped his attack, but the power of nature still circulated around him and did not dissipate.

"You are a god in my ranch. It is my right to attack you. This is the rule."

Looking at Sigger who was still burning with anger, the Storm Lord opened his mouth to explain.

Hearing this, Siggel remained silent. Sutilt has always been the home ground of the Church of Storms, and the Green Field Territory is also nominally a part of Sutilt. From this perspective, the words of the Lord of Storms are not significant. It's not unreasonable, but in many cases this kind of thing itself is a confusing account.

"This is a gift, this is an invitation from the pantheon."

The thought turned, and two wisps of breeze took shape, falling from the hands of the Lord of Storms into Sigger's hands.

"I am waiting for your arrival in the temples."

After the last words fell, his body was shattered, and after a deep look at Siggel, the little bit of spiritual thought from the Storm Lord sank into the depths of the void and disappeared.

Seeing the Lord of Storm's spiritual will disappear, Siggel did not stop him because there was no need at all. Even if the ray of divine will was lost, it would not be a big loss to the Lord of Storm.

"The Temple of Gods."

Whispering softly and absorbing the two wisps of breeze, Siegel had a lot of information in his heart, which was some common sense among the gods. The other was a guidance mark. With this mark, Siegel could Throw your consciousness into the pantheon.

"So this is the so-called rule."

The figure disappeared, and Sigger's figure also disappeared into the void.

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