The deafening roar gradually dissipated, and the smoke and dust began to slowly fall. Merlin, who was hiding behind a bunker, carefully poked his head out.

He mobilized the divine power in his body, opened the Eye of the God of War, and looked towards the center of the battlefield.

At the center of the explosion, there was dead silence.

The original huge palace of flesh and blood no longer exists, replaced by a huge deep pit emitting green smoke.

At the bottom of the pit, the broken body of the Lord of Flesh and Blood stood proudly.

Its body was no longer complete, with flesh and blood all over the place, revealing its white bones, but the evil aura was still so strong that it was suffocating.

It was holding the lifeless head of Bruel Pandragon in its hand. Bruel Pandragon's originally majestic face had now turned as pale as paper, and his eyes were empty and lifeless.

The divine weapon Xiguang, which once shone brightly, now stood alone on the ground. The sword's light was dim, as if it had lost its soul.

The surrounding ground was covered with huge cracks, like a broken spider web, spreading in all directions, telling of the fierceness and cruelty of the battle.

The Lord of Flesh and Blood held up Bruel Pendragon's head and let out a creepy laugh, which echoed in the deadly battlefield: "It was an interesting battle. As a reward, you will stay by my side."

After saying that, it waved its hand, and the countless "flesh cancers" around it seemed to be pulled by some invisible force. They twisted and deformed, turning into pools of blood, and converged towards the body of the Lord of Flesh and Blood like streams.

After absorbing the blood transformed from the "cancer of the flesh", the Lord of Flesh and Blood's originally broken body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wounds on its body that exposed its bones gradually healed, and its broken limbs grew back. Soon, it returned to its previous hideous and terrifying appearance.

Immediately afterwards, the Lord of Flesh and Blood raised his hand, and the ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. Countless thick flesh tentacles stretched out from the ground, pulling out the body of the headless knight.

The headless knight is tall and sturdy, and even without a head, he still exudes a terrifying aura.

The Lord of Flesh and Blood pressed Bruel Pendragon's head slammed onto the corpse of the Headless Knight. In an instant, countless wriggling flesh and blood quickly wrapped around the corpse and Bruel Pendragon's head like living things.

The flesh and blood kept rolling and merging, flashing with strange light.

After a moment, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened. Bruel Pandragon looked at his strange body and roared angrily: "I was transformed and resurrected by the Lord of Flesh and Blood. This is blasphemy, this is blasphemy against the Goddess of Light!"

His voice was filled with pain and unwillingness, and tears of blood rolled down his cheeks.

Although his heart was filled with anger and hatred towards the Lord of Flesh and Blood, Bruel Pandragon was horrified to find that he could not muster any resistance in the face of the ancient god before him.

An invisible and powerful force bound his soul, causing him to involuntarily kneel respectfully before the Lord of Flesh and Blood, becoming a puppet of this evil being.

Merlin, who was hiding aside and witnessing all this, felt like his soul was about to be scared away.

He never imagined that such a powerful being like Bruel Pandragon would be defeated by the Lord of Flesh and Blood.

He didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly called his friends to run away: "Hurry up, we are no match for it!"

However, when he turned his head, the scene before him was like purgatory, and his heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

The battlefield was littered with broken limbs and body parts.

Countless wounded knights lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

Their bodies were covered with hideous wounds, and blood was gushing out, dyeing the surrounding land red.

Most of those once majestic war horses had now become cold corpses, lying in disarray.

Blood-stained weapons and armor were scattered all over the ground, some were broken, some were twisted and deformed, witnessing the cruelty of the battle.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and decay, which was nauseating.

Some of the "flesh cancers" that had not yet died were struggling and squirming in the ruins, making strange noises, adding a bit of terror and despair to this already miserable battlefield.

The Lord of Flesh and Blood slowly approached the divine weapon Xiguang inserted in front of him, a greedy look on his face, and was about to reach out to touch it.

At this moment, the Xiguang, which was originally quietly inserted into the ground, suddenly trembled violently, and the sword body buzzed, as if it was roaring angrily.

Then, the morning light turned into a stream of light, and pierced straight towards the Lord of Flesh and Blood like a flying sword.

The moment he sensed the danger, Bruel Pandragon, who was standing beside the Lord of Flesh and Blood, suddenly stood up with his tall, transformed body.

He stretched out his strong arms, trying to block Xiguang's attack.

However, Xiguang's speed was too fast and his strength was too strong. With a "puff", he directly cut Bruel Pandragon's arm.

Blood and flesh splattered on his arm, but Bruel Pandragon seemed to feel no pain and continued to try to block the dawn light.

But the dawn light continued to move forward, and in the blink of an eye it arrived in front of the Lord of Flesh and Blood.

Several thick flesh tentacles suddenly emerged from the side of the Lord of Flesh and Blood, automatically defending like a wall of flesh.

However, the power of the artifact Xiguang was not something these tentacles could withstand. With a series of "puff" sounds, the tentacles were chopped into pieces by the Xiguang, turning into pools of blood that spilled all over the ground.

At the same time, the divine power of light contained in the morning light burned the Lord of Flesh and Blood, making a sound like barbecue coming from his body.

Under the burning of the power of light, the Lord of Flesh and Blood could not touch the dawn light directly.

But He did not panic, instead He sneered.

In an instant, a surge of dark blue and golden divine power surged from its body. That was the power of the God of War's bloodline that was awakened in its body.

It suddenly stretched out its hand and grabbed the hilt of the Xiguang sword that was coming towards it.

The power of the God of War enveloped the power of light on the dawn like a surging tide, and the two powerful forces collided and confronted each other.

Under the suppression of the God of War's power, Xiguang's divine power of light could no longer burn the evil power of the Lord of Flesh and Blood.

The Lord of Flesh and Blood held the Xiguang firmly, looking at this divine weapon with a smug look on his face.

It gently stroked the sword as if it were stroking a rare treasure, and murmured, "What a fine weapon. Now it belongs to me."

After saying that, it raised the dawn light above its head, and an evil and powerful aura quickly spread out in all directions with it as the center.

At the moment when the Lord of Flesh and Blood raised the dawn light above his head, the whole world suddenly underwent a strange change.

The picture seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and the colors faded quickly into black and white.