Chapter 988: How Could the Po-Mao God Be Called Brother to Your Grandfather?

Hokkaido, Japan, Jingu battlefield.

At this time, the Hokkaido Shrine and the surrounding snowfields and forests were all turned into scorched earth, the mountains were flattened, the rivers and ditches were filled, and the trees and rocks were all turned into a mixture of charred black debris.

The God of Steel and the God Killer stood at opposite ends of the battlefield, breathing heavily.

At this time, Marquis Vauban had been forcibly beaten back to his human form. His windbreaker was gone, and his suit was in a state of tatters. Only his pants were left, which could barely cover his body.

He stood bare-chested and bare-footed on the steaming and twisted scorched earth. There were deep or shallow cuts everywhere on his body, and there were black fire entwining in the wounds.

The originally meticulous silver hair was now scattered in front of his forehead and around his ears. The Wolf King, who had always presented himself as an intellectual and elegant person, hunched over and let out a deep beast-like breathing sound.

Although exhausted, his emerald wolf eyes were brighter than ever.

On the other side of the battlefield where the Marquis looked at each other from afar, the condition of the Steel Sword God Patras was not that good.

The Black Divine Sword in his hand had broken, leaving only the hilt and less than a quarter of the sword body still burning with black flames. The steel body that is said to be flawless actually has dozens of deep claw marks, and there is a deep pit in the center of the chest. The edges of the pit are full of scorched black marks, and there are remaining dark red marks in the center of the pit. Traces of melted steel. It seemed that it was only a few seconds away from completely blasting through Bartras's chest.

Hot blood dripped from the corners of Bartras's eyes, mouth and nose, and his face was no longer as careless as it was at the beginning. He had to work hard to fight against the mortal enemy in front of him.

Obviously you can suppress the opponent at the beginning, but the more the opponent falls into a disadvantage and the more unfavorable the situation is, the beast body obtained by killing the god will burst out with incredible energy.

Once the human wolf's body is broken, he transforms the summoned demon wolf into a giant werewolf to fight on his behalf. At the same time, he uses the power he usurped from 'Osiris', the god of harvest and underworld in Egyptian mythology [Cage of Servants of Death]. He constantly called out the Great Knight of the Undead and the Great Zombie Magician to help out, and even summoned the mythical beast 'Silver Dragon' that he had killed and conquered from the unnamed island in the Nemuro Strait.

The overwhelming tide of beasts, knight legions, magician artillery batteries, and skeletal silver dragons with wings that covered the clouds and sun overwhelmed the Hokkaido Shrine battlefield.

The Marquis himself stood behind the legion and used the [Eye of Sodom] to try to petrify Batras. Even if it was only for a few seconds, he could create an opportunity for his army of summoned beasts.

Bartras was so annoyed that he had to release the power of black flames in the [Black Divine Sword] in his hand.

This most powerful sword created by the God of Fire and Contract burst out with unparalleled destructive power. In an instant, Marquis Vauban's army of summoned beasts was wiped out, and nearly a quarter of Hokkaido's land was reduced to a barren land. of scorched earth.

Taking advantage of the fact that Bartras finished casting his ultimate move and couldn't continue the spell, Marquis Vauban used the power [Black Dragon of the Underworld] that had been usurped from the Earth Mother Goddess 'Ishtar' in ancient Mesopotamia, and transformed into the body-length one. The 30-meter-long black dragon engaged in a brutal close-quarters battle with Batras.

The soul fire dragon claws of the underworld demon dragon broke through Patras' steel body under the blessing of huge spells, and then the composite power dragon breath mixed with the underworld dragon breath and the Zhurong Tribulation Fire fiercely bombarded Patras' chest, hitting him Unimaginable harm was caused.

Looking at the Marquis Vauban in the distance, Batras had promoted him to an old enemy that he was bound to kill.

He is worthy of being the king of Rakshasa and the god-killing Campione! No matter who the opponent is, no matter what kind of disadvantage they are in, they can definitely find a 'way to win'.

Possessing invincible luck and surpassing the so-called impossible, it is for this reason that they are called the "Kings" on earth.

"I have seen many of your powers, is there anything more interesting and novel?"

Bartras wiped the blood stains from his mouth and nose, and said casually while mobilizing all the magic power in his body.

"Oh, you are so disgustingly comfortable."

The Wolf King let out a deep laugh, and his wolf eyes became brighter and more dazzling:

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. Please appreciate the power I got from the trinity of wind gods, 'Wind Master, Rain Master, and Thunder Lord' - [Wind and Raging Waves]!"

As the Wolf King finished speaking, the sky above Hokkaido began to be enveloped by a huge whirlpool of dark clouds, and then violent storms began to appear.

If it were the usual Marquis Vauban, [Wind and Raging Waves] would probably not be able to achieve such intensity and response speed. But at this moment, Woban is in the most powerful and active stage of the magic power in his body. His entire strength level has taken a big step upward, and his power has become more handy.

Rather than directly controlling all the wind and water within the domain to form his own storm like the Fierce Knife, Marquis Vauban's power [Wind and Raging Waves] is more like using magic power to create a rain cloud out of thin air. To put it bluntly, it is using magic power to create a rain cloud out of thin air. Creating something out of nothing, a typical mage style.

The thunderous thunder continued to flash across the sky covered with lead clouds, and the rolling thunder became louder and denser.

Bartras wiped his face that was soaked by the rain and smiled: "Do you plan to use 'thunder' to challenge me? Okay, then I will also... hmm?"

The words stopped abruptly, and Bartras and Vauban looked up to the horizon almost at the same time.

What seems to be happening over the distant Japanese mainland?

Before they could think about it, a crazy huge wave appeared in the sea of ​​black clouds above their heads, followed by a loud noise that was so dull that it could shatter the eardrums of ordinary people.

The terrifying sound wave impact even caused the endless rain curtain covering Hokkaido to send out ripples.

In an instant, a silvery light appeared at the end of the sky that was originally shrouded by boundless black clouds, and then this silvery light approached at an extremely terrifying speed!

Following closely behind that silver-white sword light was an extremely huge shadow that was pressing down like a mountain!

Not only Vauban, but also Bartras looked shocked. If he was hit by this thing... I'm afraid the entire Hokkaido would sink directly to the bottom of the sea, right?

Originally, the silver light was getting weaker and weaker, but the storm summoned by Marquis Vauban seemed to be the ultimate tonic for it.

All the dark clouds and storms touched by the silver light were instantly crushed, no, it should be said that they were swallowed up.

Just when the silver-white sword light, which was hundreds of meters long, flew to the top of Bartras and Vauban, the silver-white light suddenly exploded. The giant storm summoned by Marquis Vauban, who spent a lot of magic power, was swept away by the silver light, and then the silver-white sword light quickly condensed together and slashed away at the giant shadow like a toppling mountain pillar.

The sky was divided into two.

The impact of the black giant shadow finally stopped, and then the giant shadow began to shrink rapidly.

The loud laughter that made Vauban feel a little familiar resounded through the sky: "Hahahahaha! So lucky, there is a ready-made storm! Monkey, let's keep fighting!"

"...Heather?" Vauban first squinted his eyes to identify carefully, and then opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Because he saw a figure in the distance chasing Heather at an incredible speed. It was a... monkey? The monkey was wearing gorgeous armor, and the giant shadow holding up the sky had shrunk into an iron rod as thick as a bowl in his hand.

Woban's eyes almost popped out of his sockets - the pure-blooded Steel Monkey King! ?

Bartras on the other side also recognized Sun Wukong. He seemed to have a good relationship with the monkey and shouted loudly: "Smelly monkey! Are you out of trouble? Come on, let us brothers work together to defeat the God-killer of this era!"

Bartras considers himself to be the origin and ancestor of all Steel Sword Gods, and is naturally the elder brother of all pure-blooded Steels. The monkeys in this world are also little brothers to him.

Wauban's heart tightened when he heard this. Bartras was already so difficult to deal with, and what Sun Wukong said...

While he was talking, the figures of Heather and Monkey King were already flying towards this side from the sky one after another. To be precise, it was Monkey King who was chasing Heather.

Heather did not hesitate to rush past Bartras with the lightning speed of the [Spear of the Heavenly Father]. Bartras did not pay attention and just waved to Sun Wukong who was chasing behind Heather: "Smelly monkey, I haven’t seen my eldest brother yet——”

Bang——! !

The violent ape, who was on a somersault cloud, grabbed the iron rod and swung it with his backhand. Bartras's head was blown open with a dull and loud noise!

"How could the Po-Mao God call your grandfather a brother?"

Monkey King's speed did not slow down at all, as if he had just smashed a watermelon casually. He quickly chased in the direction of Heather's flight, and in an instant the two figures disappeared from the horizon, leaving behind only this impatient complaint.

The Marquis Vauban was about to cry and stood there without tears.

I had fought so hard for so long and had all my trump cards out, but when I was about to use my most powerful moves at the end, I was killed by an unruly god?