Finally, he fell toward the ground, but was burned to ashes in mid-air.

"An...Lord Anmeng!!"

"Amon, what are you doing!"

The extraordinary individuals who witnessed this scene all stared wide-eyed, their expressions filled with shock.

"What? I want to kill you all, of course."

Anmon sneered, and the explosive golden magic energy continuously poured into the divine core, creating a whirlwind of flames around it, like a pillar of fire shooting into the sky!

"The Dawn Empire has betrayed us!"

"No, perhaps he is a spy sent by Valhalla!"

"Act quickly and capture him! Don't forget, the divine core is still in his hands!"

The powerful figures were shocked and rushed towards An Meng, unleashing a series of deadly attacks that were as dazzling and captivating as brilliant fireworks!

"Tear!"

A fiery meteorite exploded, unleashing a crimson spear that pierced through the body of a superhuman!

The next moment, his whole body burst into flames, and he was powerless to resist the power of the fire god.

"Lord Amon, you!"

"Be careful not to get the divine fire on you, it will severely damage the Golden Path and limit our resurrection methods!"

"He deceived the Vulcan Divine Court! He deceived the Dawn Empire! He has seized control of the Divine Core, and none of us are his match!"

The remaining five extraordinary beings cried out in alarm and hastily retreated!

"Oh dear, is there infighting? Or is it a backup plan from Valhalla?"

The Serpent Priest laughed heartily, leading the Skeleton Magic Towers to slightly evade the God of Victory's...arm, launching a ranged attack and ambushing his enemies from the shadows!

Regardless of the outcome, they would be happy to see the Cavaliers League weakened.

"Let your humble servants become firewood, to be burned to ashes by this forging fire."

The rebellious spirit that possessed Anmon's body tore off its mask and gave a slight, cold laugh.

He let out a sharp shout, like the cry of an eagle piercing the sky.

In an instant, the golden rice fields laid out by the Harvest Divine Court, stretching for thousands of miles, were taken over by him!

"Hahaha!"

He grinned maliciously, and with a wave of his hand, the seven exquisite mountain peaks formed a magic circle. The earth veins erupted, suppressing the five fleeing people, and even the Divine Court Magic Tower was imprisoned here.

Under the scorching heat of the divine fire, flames erupted over the rice paddy, but the outer perimeter was restricted by a mysterious means, like a furnace for smelting iron.

"Legend has it that the fourth generation of the Demon Lord of Purgatory possessed a supreme divine palace that could refine all things, formed by the fusion of 'Purgatory' and 'Hell'."

"The earth fire bestowed by the Norse god of fire originates from the earth's veins. Although it is not as powerful as the fire of purgatory, it is barely adequate for this rice paddy battlefield."

Ni Yun smiled slightly and unleashed a variety of techniques.

The effort to mobilize various forces and plan for five hundred years was not merely for the sake of a sword of victory.

Whether it's the methods employed during the Spring and Autumn Period or the spoils of war left behind by the fall of various factions, it's all a small gain.

His organization will reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

"Next, we wait for the variables to play their part."

"If he doesn't do as Lord Ziyou predicted, it could be a bit troublesome, but it's not a big deal."

"However, according to the goddess, he was once one of the organization's cadres. Due to the unexpected events, he also gained some opportunities, which can be considered a blessing in disguise."

"Alas, his variable identity was bestowed by the fruit cultivated by Lord Ziyou with divine blood, which shielded him from all calculations."

Ni Yun glanced at the void, saw through Xiao Han's lurking figure, and muttered a few words.

"Using the bloodline of the Crimson Demon King, the grade is still a bit too low."

...

"The god of victory?!"

Xiao Han stared blankly at the sky, where a thick, long arm pierced through the sea of ​​clouds. With a wave of its hand, each golden scale sprouted vine-like chains that wrapped around the Sword of Victory.

It desires to wield the sword of victory, a divine sword to cleave the world, and to proclaim the return of the god of victory to Northern Europe.

However, the barrier that restricts the gods was the work of one of the three ancient gods, the God of Time and Space.

If the gods wish to interfere with the prime plane, they must pay a heavy price, and the effect of their interference is negligible.

But the Sword of Victory was crucial to the fate of the God of Harvest, so he risked losing all his divine power. He cursed the foolish God of Time and Space as he pierced the boundary with all his might, while simultaneously using his divine power to interfere and expel the malice within the sword, thus protecting it from the threat of Valhalla.

"Boom!"

The sky suddenly darkened, causing Arthas's left hand to pause slightly.

An ominous, dark, and chaotic aura emanated from it, like being hit in the face with a high-pressure water gun.

Eh…

This aura... it's so strange and powerful, yet I feel like I've seen it somewhere before!

Suddenly, the rosy clouds, like a clear lake, became blurred.

As dusk fell like a gentle stream, dim, desolate clouds surged and reflected a withered, ethereal shadow in the astonished gazes of the crowd.

The ghastly green flames, the writhing flesh and blood of the eyes, and the sinister cross-shaped markings, carrying an overwhelming demonic power, swallowed the rosy clouds.

A thick, large tentacle shot out, its flesh writhing, like a monster from the deep sea.

But upon sensing the presence of a fellow deity, it momentarily froze.

Arthas's left hand: "..."

The demon god's phantom: "???"

After recognizing each other, the demon god's phantom sensed the Sword of Victory and immediately struck first, seizing the divine sword!

The tentacles, like a tidal wave, were densely packed together, and the blood-red eyes blinked, enough to terrify anyone with trypophobia.

"Lying down..."

Arthas' left hand was enraged, and he was about to draw his divine sword when suddenly a demon god of the abyss appeared, skilled in plunder, destruction, and misfortune.

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