"Demons must be exterminated!!"

The volatile and powerful man was internally spitting blood, his face contorted with rage. He felt as if he wanted to stew the Skeleton Magic Tower into pork rib soup to vent his hatred.

Several fiery birds that had disappeared into the void were forcibly interrupted by the stone dragon's methods, causing it to suffer a backlash.

"snort!"

He let out a soft snort as his petrified left arm shattered, and as the divine fire burned, a new arm grew back.

The faces of the powerful figures were not good; most of them did not have his methods to remove petrification.

Embarrassingly, one of the superhumans looked ashen-faced and quite frustrated, because his pants and genitals had been petrified.

"Hahaha, I've already said it, the demons are not to be trusted. Gentlemen, why don't we put aside our past grievances and join forces with me to wipe out the demons and eliminate this great threat to Northern Europe!"

Ferran laughed and was the first to make the suggestion.

His golden hair danced wildly, his blue eyes were like an eagle's, he was clad in armor, and his fists swept across the battlefield, invincible, like a domineering Norse god of war.

Upon hearing this, the powerful figures were moved.

But what he really wanted was to feign an alliance with Ferran and secretly harm his rival.

After all, the forging of the Sword of Victory is crucial for the God of Harvest to regain his former glory and ascend to become the God of Victory, which poses a great threat to the Middle-earth.

Moreover, with the support of the Hall of Heroes, the Harvest Divine Court used covert tactics at the outset to gain the upper hand. The information gap and the powerful enemies who intercepted them along the way made them arrive a step later.

"It is indeed a good idea, but the evidence of the Harvest Divine Court colluding with the Hall of Heroes is irrefutable. What explanation do you have?"

"We will deal with the demons, but what your Divine Court is trying to overturn is the overall situation in Norse mythology!"

"Norse is the home of all of us, and the ambitions of Valhalla are well known, as evidenced by the current colonization of the Dawn Lands."

The irritable powerhouse sneered, and with a flick of his sleeve, a large, two-winged bird, like a falling meteor, struck Fei Lan and exploded.

The divine fire contained within allowed Fei Lan to avoid most of it, but some of it still touched him, dissolving his tangible fighting spirit and surprising the other powerful figures.

Relying on divine oracle, Ferran is omniscient and omnipotent, and his defensive fighting spirit is quite troubling to everyone.

But now, this method has been cracked by a violent and powerful individual, igniting hope in everyone's eyes.

"Um?"

Ferran was surprised for a moment, then grabbed with his large hand.

A surge of boundless battle intent transformed into the arm of a giant, extinguishing the divine fire that had been burning the magic tower amidst the explosion. However, the battle intent itself was somewhat damaged.

"High Priest, why not take action and create some advantages for Ferran?"

The serpent demon general stuck out his tongue and made a suggestion to the priest.

"It's too early. Besides, the stone dragon is still eroded by the fighting spirit. As for that attack just now, it was just a test of their level."

The serpent priest shook his head, his cold eyes flashing with a cunning glint.

The Demon King has issued many tasks.

First, to sabotage the forging of the Sword of Victory; if possible, to seize the Sword of Victory and kill the Divine Court.

Second, they captured the Gluttonous Demon King, but the Demon King was already dead. The Demon General beside him could not be captured by reconnaissance methods and was lurking in the shadows, while the Giant Warrior was nowhere to be found.

Thirdly, and most importantly, the goal is to leverage the power of Ferran to force the Knights of Middle-earth to take action, kill off a host of foreign enemies, deplete the Knights' strength, and relieve pressure on the front lines.

Of course, he firmly believed that Ferran's explosive state wouldn't last long.

Otherwise, the god of harvest would have descended long ago, wielding the sword of victory, and the divine court would have won a great victory.

What gave him even more confidence was that the Valhalla, with its profound foundation, must have left behind a contingency plan. By unleashing this plan, he could seize the opportunity to take the sword of victory.

"call out!"

As the battle raged, a streak of white light pierced the sun and suddenly burst forth from a gap in Ferran's armor, shattering a piece of armor.

-600!

Fei Lan spat out a mouthful of blood, not from the sword light, but from the explosion caused by the Vulcan's methods.

The divine fire swept across the land, and the powerful figures of the Central Plains finally revealed their trump card, seizing the opportunity to deliver a fierce blow to Fei Lan.

The volatile and powerful being is a fanatical follower of the god of fire; all his explosive attacks are imbued with divine fire.

He intended to kill Fei Lan through restraint, but the oracle broke through his plan and restrained him instead, forcing him to tear off his disguise and take action.

"Other forces have intervened."

Everyone felt a chill, while Fei Lan, who had been hit, changed her expression slightly but remained calm.

Although variables are troublesome, the only thing that can restrain the opponent is the snowballing momentum of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Once the trend has been set and the outcome is set, no matter how many variables there are...

Suddenly, his eyes widened. Under the omniscience and omnipotence of the oracle, his perception was hundreds of times more acute than before.

The aura was surging, and the radiance was like a pillar, shooting straight into the sky, a peaceful sign of "a bountiful year amidst the fragrance of rice blossoms".

But a field of rice covering tens of thousands of acres was seized by a giant hand, which even stripped away a layer of turf. Before leaving, it set a fire and burned it.

"Huff!"

The fire raged fiercely, displaying a bluish-gold hue and shimmering with a glassy luster, defying even divine decrees.

"A new method!! No, a method that elevates it to the gold level!"

Ferran's face was gloomy, but he concealed it with the help of his helmet.

The growth rate is too fast!

He suspected that the reason why the Gluttony Demon King was weak was because the Great Gluttony Demon God wanted to support a variable to rise to power. The Gluttony Demon King on the surface was just a cover for this tactic to confuse the eyes of various forces.

After all, with the Demon God making a move, other forces supported by deities would more or less find out some information.

"call out!"

A beam of white light, sharper than the previous strike, seized the opportunity to attack, slashing at Ferran's helmet.

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