Chapter 1171 Lies

Directly in front of the Russian alliance's Holy Coffin defense line, amidst the hurricane, the war continued.

The fighting between the current world and hell has not stopped for a moment, but has become more and more fierce as the great secret ceremony gradually collapses. The fortress has been dyed crimson, and the corpses of countless hordes and knights are piled up into mountains.

And between the sea of ​​blood and the mountain of corpses, the archbishop in black walked silently among the corpses, smoothing every pair of eyes that were unwilling to accept death.

In the distance, more shadows and legions emerged from the realm of hell.

"Isn't even the solar calendar stone's firepower enough?"

When the roar in the wind sounded again, the Templar raised his head in astonishment, regardless of the dazzling light that stung his eyes in disbelief.

"It's not that the solar calendar stone is not powerful enough, it's just that Traal cannot sustain the power of the First Sun for a long time."

The Archbishop replied calmly.

A war weapon like the solar calendar stone is not an authority that can operate for a long time just by burning a world giant.

Just every activation will consume tens of thousands of souls, and every minute and every second of continuation is a huge test for the supply of source material.

Nowadays, the connection with the current situation is severed, and there are not so many supplies from the affiliated hell. In order to prevent other descendants from replacing him, Trall chose to fill this vacancy with himself.

But a world giant is not enough to compete with Gaia. Is the power obtained as a sacrifice enough to destroy it?

Traal probably already knew the consequences of his sacrifice.

But as an elder, do you think that while you are still alive, do you have to watch the younger generations take your place and go through fire and water?

Isn't that too shameful?

He only had this option.

Only this time, he must win!

Even if it burns myself to death...

"After all, this is not a matter for the American Genealogy family, nor is it something that Traal can solve alone."

The archbishop took off the rosary beads from his wrist and handed it to the knight in front of him: "The preheating of the holy coffin has been completed. After the authority of the Holy Spirit of the angel comes down, this place will be handed over to you."

The knight froze on the spot and opened his mouth to speak.

But the archbishop didn't say anything after all, he just gave him one last look.

Turn around and leave.

Soon, amidst the echoing hymns, this rickety body gradually turned into ashes and dissipated, but the surging light gathered on his body and turned into burning wings.

After breaking away from the mortal body, the soul of the living saint reappeared.

In the holy scriptures, the barrier between heaven and reality was summoned, and the power to defend the realm of gods dropped again.

——God’s Justice, Angel!

But what was faster than the Russian Alliance was the fierce light falling from the sky.

That was enough thunder to make all eyes sting and burn!

Fierce and cruel, dazzling and cold, stretching for thousands of miles, falling from the sky across a long distance.

It is not a pure celestial phenomenon, nor is it the catastrophic light of Yun Zhongjun, but a destruction with a higher nature, a certain force that is closer to destruction...

Now, the thunder was like a spear, piercing down from the clouds and instantly piercing Gaia's body.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth!

The destruction condensed into substance penetrated down one after another.

In an instant, a forest of sharp edges stood up in the field melted by the sun——

Within the core hinterland of the current situation, the huge network that was once shrouded in the Great Mystery resurfaced, and infinite divinity rose up in the Pantheon.

A vague projection emerged from it, forcibly holding up the Great Mystery which was on the verge of collapse, and turned into a pillar, making up for the missing parts of Eastern Xia and America, and stabilizing the final framework.

Maintaining the final integrity of the field.

Immediately afterwards, in Mars's hand, the throwing spear flew out again.

Toward the distance.

When the spear fell from the sky again, thunder was formed.

With the anger and majesty from the divine ancestor.

Jupiter, Zeus, Odin...

Not only that, but every throwing spear contains a miraculous imprint from the hand of the gods.

In this way, the power of the gods is treated as a disposable consumable and squandered without any hesitation!

And within the Pantheon, the infinite divinity continues to grow. Under the guidance of the secret ritual, it merges and continuously supplies Mars with the power for destruction.

This is the true power of the Pantheon - after collecting the blood and engravings of countless gods in the past, it is as all-encompassing as a gene bank of terrifying heritage.

As long as there is enough time, no matter what kind of divine power or miraculous imprint, it can be recreated and derived from the most basic divinity.

As a price, the cracks in the palace were cracked.

Thick blood dripped from Mars's hand, and in the right hand that clenched the destruction, the bones were exposed, and the bones were burned by the thunder and cracked into gaps.

But seizing this fleeting opportunity, an angel burst through the sky, revealing a wheel-like appearance in the brilliant flames. Its wings spread out, covering the solar calendar stone that was about to burn out, dragging blood with it. Sun left the shackles of Gaia...

But when the heat of destruction came to a standstill, Mother Earth, penetrated by countless thunderbolts, once again played a tragic song that shook the entire world.

look up.

Regardless of the torn body, regardless of the destruction falling from the sky.

The incarnation of the world, the element of destruction, Old Gaia, stood up from the forest of guns, and moved forward step by step!

Towards the heirs who have left him...

Sad cry.

Right in front of the Pantheon, Mars was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, spit out a mouthful of boiling blood, backhand again, pulled out the thunder gun, and threw it!

The flames of destruction rise again!

This time, fierce light fell from the sky and penetrated Gaia's face again.

Gaia's steps came to an abrupt halt.

It's not because of the thunder from the divine ancestor.

It's because of what's behind...

Next to the hissing monkey, the old woman raised her face, her complexion gradually turning from sun-kissed tan to indigo, and her wrinkles faded away.

The figure of a ferocious hungry tiger walked out of the void and knelt down in front of her tamely.

Behind her, arms spread out like lotus flowers.

A tongue as red as blood protruded from the mouth, and after the garland hanging around the neck dissipated, the heads of Rakshasa strung on necklaces were revealed!

With his feet on the cracked earth, he holds in his hands a spear, a sword, a vase, a poisonous snake, an iron hammer, and a bronze rod transformed by Hanuman.

Now, Mother Difficulty opens her mouth and roars towards the elements of destruction!

Shake the earth and the sky.

The Miracle Seal·Bashi's Rope was suddenly thrown out, and chains extended out of thin air and wrapped around Gaia's body, bringing his progress to an abrupt halt.

Just like that, he pulled the rope tightly and wrestled with the world.

He was not allowed to take another step forward!

But just behind Mother Difficulty, the tide of hell was surging continuously. It had flowed into the present realm along the cracks in the Great Mystery, and the torrent was raging.

After Fuso, which once bore more than 60% of the pressure on behalf of other lineages, collapsed, they began to move in and wreak havoc everywhere.

When the barriers to the current situation were crumbling, the power of the rulers exploded.

Pushing everything to the edge of the cliff.

And just above the collapsed border, in the rolling torrent, there is only the last lonely reef.

That was the dim light coming from Yun Zhongjun.

Yingfangzhou.

Right under his feet, the rotting giant butterfly screamed, and together with the other monsters, they were completely penetrated by the thunder and made no sound anymore.

But there is more...

More monsters, more enemies, the tides from hell are coming from the ends of the earth.

It seems to never end.

In the sudden surge of soil, the basilisk that had been lurking for a long time flew out with a hiss, but was then nailed to death by the lightning that came in front of it and turned into charcoal.

But there were more large groups that bypassed his location, crossed the boundary he set, and rushed behind him.

The trumpet of national subjugation sounded again.

From the end of the earth, the array of death advances.

Arrows fell from the sky like heavy rain!

What responded to them was thunder even more violent than arrows!

Once again, tenfold purification!

The thunder roared, the wind disaster reappeared, and the majestic tornado rose from the earth, bringing with it the poisonous rain, rolling up everything destroyed by the thunder into the sky.

But this time... it was no longer as fierce as before, but instead seemed like the last exhausted gasp of a giant beast.

Hoarse.

Snapped!

Yun Zhongjun, who was standing alone, was suddenly shocked. In the distant wind, a golden arrow pierced through the air and penetrated his chest, causing him to stagger back a step.

Thick blood flowed from his chest, and the poison spread.

Immediately afterwards, among the defeated armies, the leader once again raised his long bow and pulled the bow string.

The arrow tore through the storm, defeated the thunder, and sank into Yun Zhongjun's thigh again, making it difficult to stand firm.

The hateful water pierced into the soil and forcibly propped up the body. The familiar drowsiness and dizziness emerged in his consciousness, dragging him deeper into the darkness.

He knelt down in embarrassment.

respite.

I no longer have the strength to pull out the arrow...

"Tsk."

Behind him, someone could no longer stand his embarrassing appearance and made an irritated voice.

When Ying Fangzhou slowly turned around, he saw the outline like a stone sculpture behind him.

It seems like it hasn't changed for thousands of years.

The petrified creator lowered his eyes and looked down, not hiding his disgust and displeasure.

"Sharma?"

Ying Fangzhou raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and quickly looked away without interest: "When did you come?"

"Of course from the beginning."

Sharma replied coldly, saying things that no one would believe. Even though his former companions were so miserable, he did not show any pity or sympathy.

Instead, it seemed like he was gloating over his misfortune.

"What are you doing here?"

Ying Fangzhou shook his head tiredly, panted, and stood up holding on to the water, "Forget it, it's up to you, don't get in the way..."

Behind him, the Creator was silent and did not answer.

After a long time, he suddenly said: "I'm here to see you."

Yun Zhongjun's shoulders trembled for a moment, and he turned his back to him, but said no more.

It's like he didn't hear it.

"Russell said you died impassionedly last time."

Sharma told him: "I want to know if you are what he said."

Yun Zhongjun's back was stiff for a long time, but he couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, fake——"

Ying Fangzhou turned back slightly and glanced at him, like a fool who had been deceived several times. He asked pityingly: "How can you believe such an outrageous lie?"

Sharma was stunned and looked at him blankly.

But he saw the smile on his face.

So proud.

"Stop looking down on people, Sharma!"

Ying Fangzhou raised his head and asked proudly: "Do you think I will die in front of you?"

Ciel didn't speak, just looked at him.

Couldn't help but sigh.

Why are there people in this world who are so annoying?

Even at this time, you still have to be stubborn.

Even though he is about to die for the third time, he still acts like I am the winner, which is really unlikable from the bottom of my heart.

And when I thought that I would go all the way to jump into this gambling game for this kind of guy, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with my brain.

But it’s all here.

It's too late to regret.

Before that, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Right in front of the advancing armies of the subjugated country and countless hordes of monsters, Yun Zhongjun held on to the hatred in his hand and stretched out his hand towards his long-lost comrades.

"Are you coming?" Ying Fangzhou asked, "For the last time."

Sharma looked at his palm and asked contemptuously: "You? Can you still keep up now?"

"Silly words."

Ying Fangzhou sneered, "Aren't you the one who's been holding us back?"

"This is what dreaming is."

Sharma held his hand and gave a final warning: "If you can't keep up this time, just stay where you are and wipe your tears!"

The sound of the rock breaking was heard, and under the fallen fragments, a pale face that had not seen the sun for a long time was revealed, as well as a pair of eyes illuminated by the bright light.

From between the two people's clasped hands...

Thunder rises again!

Then, let’s do it again!

Those familiar tricks...

The dark sky and the cracked earth were experiencing violent tremors at this moment.

The framework from the Creator unfolds here, encompassing the dynamic flow of all things and the changes in all celestial phenomena and disasters. It turns this square of heaven and earth into a box garden, tracing upwards and extending backwards without limit, all the way to the origin and end of all things.

Within an unlimited closed framework, the birth and death of life, the migration of mountains and the movement of oceans...

——[Frame·Genesis]!

In this way, the world in front of me was once again forcibly taken back from the hands of hell, placed under my own control, sealed heavily, and isolated from all pollution and erosion.

Finally, this power born from all phenomena was entrusted unreservedly to Yun Zhongjun's hands.

One is the public, the other is the axis!

It seems that this is the cycle of this life, and this is the eternal truth without any flaws!

Then, the endless clouds gathered again, Kunpeng roared loudly, and endless lightning was scattered. The frozen rainstorm enveloped the world, and the earth cracked and cracked in the roar.

The thunder echoed in the sky, like a cold laughter, towards hell.

If so, I can’t wait to call.

Once again, challenge.

In Yun Zhongjun's hands, the light of Hate Water extended to ten thousand feet, illuminating everything in the darkness again. In this way, the line is drawn again between the present state and hell.

Come, come, my enemy...

Come, come, my death!

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