As a legendary divine monk, Balthazar's power is unquestionable.
Although he is not strictly speaking a god, not even a quasi-god that hovers between a true god and a hero.
However, with the help of his strong willpower and unique secret techniques, he made himself look like an invincible god of war in a short period of time.
Among them, [Flame Sun Force] can bring dazzling light and heat like the sun, giving the enemy an unimaginable devastating blow, while also being able to recover from any injuries suffered by the self.
[Lunar Yin Power] allows it to draw strength from the moon goddess Suren, making it immune to negative levels, energy attribute absorption, confinement and time stop effects. It can also curse the enemy to make them blind and unable to see anything.
These two abilities alone are enough to make ordinary monks envious.
Moreover, Balthazar can teleport freely and without restriction within his sight. By infusing a mysterious energy into his fist, he can directly tear apart the opponent's magic protection and enhance spells, even the Nine Rings Magic and the Force Wall, which is known as the "physical attack nemesis", and can also make the opponent fall into an effect similar to that of [Slow Spell].
[Shadow Posture] can instantly jump into the shadow plane, either to hide or dodge attacks from enemies;
In addition, there are some special moves that produce additional power such as shock, levitation, stun, and critical strike.
The famous [Penetrating Power] can penetrate the protection of armor and muscles and directly destroy the fragile internal organs.
The most terrifying thing is that this guy can change his own resistance at will.
For example, by reducing magic resistance, physical resistance can be increased to an unimaginable level, and even able to withstand Abazig's dragon claws that are powerful enough to tear the sky and the earth apart.
By the same token, he can also lower his physical resistance and maximize his magic resistance, directly using his physical body to resist magic infused with divine power.
The [Hand of Murder] that just defeated Melisand would make the opponent fearful every time it was used, and the opponent would voluntarily give up all attacks and use all their strength to dodge and defend.
There is no doubt that after the seal is released, Balthazar is so powerful that he has no blind spots or shortcomings.
His terrifying unarmed explosive attack made it impossible for Zuo Si to even think of engaging in close combat with him.
Because he knew very well that with his level in this area, even with the additional melee expertise granted by swordsmanship, sword dance, great devil and abyss fragments, his performance would probably not be much better than Abazig.
After all, the latter is a demigod, and also has extremely high levels of warrior and mage. Add to that the biological level brought by the dragon's natural age, and the total occupational level is probably more than LV90.
But even so, Abazig was still completely suppressed by Balthazar.
If it weren't for the divine shield, it would have been blown up by now.
With the hall where the Blood Throne was located as the center, the area within hundreds of kilometers was turned into a scorched earth by their battle.
There are thousands of deep pits of various sizes with a radius of more than two kilometers.
Some even have big pits within medium pits, medium pits within small pits, and the center has become a bottomless abyss.
If this happened in the material world, a continent would have been almost completely destroyed by now, and if it continued, it would have become a shattered planet.
But for the outer plane with infinite space, this insignificant damage can only be regarded as a tiny scar at best.
A god with weaker divine power can perfectly repair it in an instant with just a thought.
The hall where the Blood Throne is placed has remained standing despite wave after wave of attacks, and one cannot even feel the vibrations when standing inside.
"Damn it! Is this the war between gods?
That's too exaggerated!
I feel like an ant that could be crushed at any time.
This madman Aberdare is actually enjoying it..."
With gnashing teeth and complaining and cursing, Imoen finally dragged his exhausted body out of the battle, returned alone to the entrance of the Blood Throne Hall, sat on the steps, and looked like he was ready to lie down and die.
Anyway, she never intended to become the new god of murder, and she didn't even want the evil and filthy power of Baal.
I just hope to get rid of this dangerous and tragic fate as soon as possible and do what I want to do.
Therefore, the girl didn't care at all whether her divine power and divinity would be taken away from her.
Especially after witnessing the devastating damage caused by the fight between Balthazar and Abazig, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why am I so weak even though I'm also a son of Baal?"
Zuo Si, who was far away, saw this scene and immediately cast a teleportation spell to come closer. He chuckled and said jokingly, "Why, you can't do it anymore? I remember someone once vowed that he would grow into a powerful wizard who could decide the outcome of the final battle."
"I almost died! How dare you stand here and watch the fun and make sarcastic remarks?"
Imoen rolled her eyes in annoyance, her eyes filled with strong contempt.
"Why not? You're not really dead anyway. And even if you were dead, I have a way to revive you."
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, took out a planeswalker card and turned it into a large bottle of iced drink on the spot and handed it to the girl.
As the development of Spark becomes more and more in-depth, his card list is no longer limited to various spells, summoned creatures, magic items, and artifacts.
There are also a large number of daily necessities, drinks and snacks, as well as enough food, water, meat, vegetables, fruits, etc. to feed millions or even tens of millions of people.
Imon was not polite. She took it, unscrewed the lid, and drank almost a liter of it without saying a word. Then she let out a long breath and burped without any ladylike manner. She wiped the remaining water stains from the corners of her mouth with her sleeve, raised her head and asked in confusion, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you take this opportunity to join forces with Balthazar to defeat Abazig and put an end to it all?"
"Do you think defeating Abazig will end this war between gods?"
Zuo Si asked back with a smile.
"Isn't it?"
Imoen blinked in confusion.
In her opinion, after Balthazar rebelled and killed Melissan, Abazig was the only last enemy left among the Five Clans.
In other words, if this demigod blue dragon is defeated and the other sons of Baal are willing to give up their divine power and divinity, the Seraph God Servant will descend and announce that the fight for the Blood Throne has officially come to an end.
Zuo Si shook his head slightly and explained, “If only everything were that simple.
First of all, I want to correct one thing.
A woman you thought was dead is actually alive, hiding in the shadows and secretly drawing on the power of the Blood Throne.
It is estimated that in a short while, he will be promoted from a demigod to a weaker divine power.
Secondly, your god father Baal is most likely nearby, also drawing strength from the Blood Throne in preparation for his return from the Astral Plane.
Since he is the ruler of this country, he can perfectly block everyone's perception, and even I can't find any clues.
So the battle you see now is actually just a warm-up before the final battle.
Until these two guys show up, Davian and I will not easily join the battlefield.
Also, you'd better stay here and don't run around.
Otherwise, it would be terrible if we were caught by the other side."
After saying that, Zuo Si quickly reached out and pinched the girl's delicate nose.
Imoen subconsciously wanted to dodge, but his nerve reflexes were obviously not as fast as the former, so his nose immediately turned red and uncomfortable.
She was so angry that she opened her mouth and wanted to bite the back of Zuo Si's hand with her teeth as revenge.
This kind of harmless pranks and games between good friends were something they had done countless times before they first met in Candlekeep.
It's a pity that Imoen never won even once.
In a flash, she bit the air, missing the target by a hair's breadth.
"You bastard! How many times have I told you not to touch my head or pinch my nose!"
The girl glared at Zuo Si fiercely in madness.
But unfortunately, the latter completely ignored her strong protest, and even had a smug expression on his face, as if to say "I did it, what can you do about it?"
Just when Aimon was about to stand up from the stairs angrily to get back at his position, the hall beneath his feet suddenly shook violently.
The next second...
Boom!!!! A blood column that was hundreds of meters high suddenly rose from the ground and opened a big hole in the ceiling above.
The blood plasma emitting a pungent smell quickly condensed into the shape of a slim and well-proportioned young woman in the sky.
When she walked out of the blood column, one could clearly see that she had long, shiny black hair, a headdress full of white feathers on her head, and a pure black one-piece silk tights that looked a bit like elastic. One could even vaguely see a large area of white skin underneath through the fabric. On both hands she wore large metal gloves that looked like claws, and in one of her hands she held a blood-stained dark red spear. On her feet she wore a pair of metal boots made of the same material as the gloves.
There is no doubt that this person is none other than Melisand, Baal's former first priestess and chosen one.
To be exact, it is what he looked like when he was young.
Even the most picky person cannot find even the slightest flaw in that beautiful face and nearly perfect figure.
Needless to say, Melisand not only drew astonishing divine power, but also reshaped her body with the help of the power of the Blood Throne. She is now equivalent to a goddess of weaker divine power, and the spear in her hand is an artifact with an enchantment level of +6.
In just a moment! Melissan directly crossed the distance in space and appeared behind Balthazar in a way that ordinary spellcasters could hardly understand. She suddenly raised the spear infused with divine power and stabbed it fiercely.
Poof! Although Balthazar sensed the danger with his keen sixth sense and twisted his upper body to avoid the fatal vitals, and his body resistance was also in a state of strengthening physical defense, his abdomen was still pierced on the spot.
However, not even a drop of blood flowed out of the penetrating wound.
Instead, it flowed along the uneven patterns on the spear to the end and was finally absorbed into Melisand's body.
"You're not dead?!"
Obviously, this enemy who was supposed to be dead suddenly resurrected and launched a sneak attack on him, which made Balthazar feel extremely shocked and unbelievable.
But he reacted quickly, and activated [Flame Sun Force] again to grab the spear that was inserted into his abdomen, trying to replicate the previous smooth combo.
But unfortunately, Melissan is no longer the same as she used to be.
Before Balthazar could kick, his seemingly muscleless arms lifted him high into the air, then slammed him to the ground with a force as powerful as thunder.
Boom! ! ! ! ! ! The enormous force beyond the imagination of ordinary people immediately dealt a heavy blow to the monk. With a wow, a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth. The wound on his abdomen also expanded several times due to the violent impact, and his intestines were instantly brought out by the spear.
What was even worse was that Balthazar found that his wounds showed no signs of healing at all. Instead, he felt his vitality quickly draining away like an ordinary person.
He tried desperately to push his torn intestines back in, attempting to release divine grace to heal him.
But it was all in vain.
No matter what he did, no matter how high-level the healing spell he cast, or what potion he drank, he could not stop the blood from flowing out from the huge wound in his abdomen and then being absorbed by the blood-red spear.
"You...what did you do to me?"
Balthazar struggled to get up from the ground, raised his head and stared at the enemy who was so close.
Melisand licked the blood on the front of the spear with her tongue and replied meaningfully: "It's nothing, I just used this newly made artifact spear to leave a cursed wound on you that will never heal.
Give up, my dear child, you have no hope of winning.
Because once you are stabbed by this spear, a one-sided life-sucking effect will be formed between you and me.
Unless you can also become a god, you will be unable to resist this power.
In a few minutes at most, you will die because all your vitality has been sucked out of you.
I will devour everything you hate and dislike the most and become even stronger."
"Artifact? Curse? Life drain?"
Balthazar's face changed drastically.
Although he could use his divine power and secret techniques to defeat the demigods, he ultimately failed to take that step to become a quasi-god or even a demigod.
The reason is simple.
He did not want his mind and soul to be tainted by Baal's divinity.
But now this has become the most fatal flaw.
Without accepting divinity, one cannot gain an advantage in the confrontation with divine power, nor can one dispel the curse around the wound that was inflicted by the evil artifact.
Just when this powerful monk was in a dilemma, Abazig on the other side finally got rid of the entanglement of Aberdar and Sancho, pounced over, opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of divine lightning.
Bang! With a flash of dazzling lightning in the air, Balthazar flew backwards, most of his body turned charred black and emitted a pungent smell of burning.
Seeing that the raid was successful, Abazig was overjoyed. He dragged his huge body towards the brother who posed a huge threat to him, intending to swallow him in one bite.
But just as he passed by Melissan, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from under his right wing.
Turning around, he saw that Melisand had silently dispelled the divine shield at some point and used the divine spear in her hand to pierce deeply into the weakest part of the scales under the wings.
The sharp tip of the spear was just a little bit away from penetrating the outer wall muscle and entering the atrium.
"What are you doing?!"
Abazige stopped immediately, and his two eyes radiating divine light burst out with terrifying ferocity.
"What? Kill you, of course.
After all, Balthazar was about to die.
Once he dies, you, as the last survivor of the Five Clans, will naturally be of no use to me.
As long as I devour the divine power and divinity of both of you, I will be able to gain the authority to control the Blood Throne and even the entire kingdom.
No one will be able to rival a goddess like me by then."
At this point, Melisand finally tore off all her disguises and announced her ambitions in public for the first time.
Because she could clearly feel that her connection with the Blood Throne was becoming closer and closer, and the divine power in her body was growing at an unimaginable speed.
"So… you've been lying to us?"
Abazig woke up instantly and realized that all the previous words about assisting the five descendants to become new gods were lies. He quickly retreated while covering his bleeding wound, trying to use his divine power to fight against the curse from above, and no longer cared about Balthazar who fell to the ground with serious injuries.
Melisand did not rush to chase after him, but instead stood there and laughed.
"Hahaha! What else? I spent so much effort and thought to destroy Baal's resurrection plan, is it just to give you sons of Baal an advantage? Don't be naive!
I am just using the process of you killing each other to collect the scattered divine power and divinity bit by bit.
If no one had interfered, you would never have been able to obtain the powerful demigod power you have now.
Now just give up your divine power, so you can endure less pain."
"Bah! You're dreaming! I won't give up my power! If you have the guts, come and get it yourself! Even if I die, I will make you pay before I die."
Abazige once again cast a divine shield on himself, opened his mouth and roared, spitting out divine lightning breath, then rushed forward to fight with his huge body that was bleeding continuously.
The collision between a demigod and a weaker divine power would undoubtedly be devastating.
In just a moment, with the Blood Throne Hall as the center, the sky within a radius of thousands of kilometers was torn apart on the spot, and the earth collapsed in a way that cannot be described in words, with boiling magma gushing out from the interior of the earth's crust.
Countless petitioners and demons living in the Kingdom of Baal let out desperate wails before dying.
Even Aberdare and Sancho did not dare to approach the center of the battlefield at this moment, but fled back in a panic, with expressions of horror on their faces.
Although the gods of this universe are subject to various influences and restrictions, the power they possess is absolutely unquestionable.
"How long do you think Abazig can hold out?"
Zuo Si looked at the divine war in the distance, which was countless times more spectacular than a large-scale nuclear explosion, and asked without turning his head.
"Hmm - I think it should be about half an hour at most. After all, Abazig has consumed a lot of divine power before, and he has not established a church in the material world, nor does he have enough devout believers to replenish it."
Davian hesitated for a moment and quickly gave his judgment.
After all, the battle between gods is a competition between divine powers.
"Are you sure you can defeat Melisand?" Zuo Si continued to ask.
Davian answered without hesitation: "Of course. As long as you give the order, I will immediately let her experience what it feels like to be burned by the sun."
Hearing this, Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Then wait until Abazige is defeated, and you will go to deal with Melisand."
"As you wish!"
Davian placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then his two eyes, like the sun, locked onto the two people in the center of the battlefield.
Zuo Si took advantage of this opportunity and walked straight to the dying Balthazar, saying in a half-joking tone: "My dear friend, your current situation seems a little bad. If your vitality continues to fade away like this, in a few minutes you will say goodbye to this world forever."
“Cough cough cough…”
Accompanied by a violent coughing of blood, the legendary monk struggled to sit up, and while enduring the severe pain and weakness, he responded: "I know I'm going to die soon without you telling me.
But it was really hard to accept being swallowed by Melissan like this.
Would you mind killing me and taking away the divine power and divinity in me?
That way she can’t get anything from me.”
"Why do you have to seek death? If I have a way to help you escape death and escape the fate of being a son of Bhaal, would you accept it?"
As he said this, Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, obviously intending to take advantage of the situation.
"What method?"
Balthazar's originally dim pupils instantly bloomed with the light of hope.
"It's very simple. As long as you open your mind and don't resist in any way, I can transform you into another state of immortality, thus avoiding the coming of death."
As he spoke, the Planeswalker's Spark on Zuo Si's chest began to emit a dazzlingly bright light, and at the same time, he slowly stretched out his right hand tentatively.
He knew very well that with the other party's terrifying willpower, if he was determined to die rather than obey, then the creation of the follower card would most likely end in failure.
"What's the price? What's the price I have to pay?"
Balthazar stared at the hand that was getting closer and closer, and asked with a very calm expression.
Zuo Si paused for a moment and responded solemnly: "Loyalty, the price you need to pay is eternal loyalty.
I promise that your memory and personality will not be changed in the process.
And in the future, I will respect your choices and decisions and will not force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
"Is this a contract?"
Balthazar asked one last question.
"Yes, this is a contract, and it is also a promise."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si's hand finally touched the monk's forehead.
moment!
The spark connected the two people's thoughts and consciousness.
Balthazar did not offer any resistance, but accepted his fate calmly. He slowly closed his eyes and allowed the powerful sealing force to envelope him, and finally merge into the core of the Planeswalker Spark.
After about three to five minutes, a card shining with golden light appeared in Zuo Si's palm.
[Creature Card: Follower - Balthazar (Son of God)]
[LV17 multi-color card (upgradeable)]
[Card Quality: Unique]
[Effect: Summon Balthazar, son of Baal (initial level is LV32 Divine Monk, level and strength will continue to increase with battles and killings, the highest cap is LV70) to serve you until he is killed.
He has two forms.
One is the normal state with the seal of the divine talisman, which allows the use of all abilities except "Hand of Murder".
Including the abilities of Rising Dragon Fist, Reversal Resistance, Holy Healing, Shadow Stance, Shadowless Kick, Moon Shadow Style, Flame Sun Style, Piercing Palm, Stunning Fist, Penetrating Force, and Instant Teleport.
When the seal is opened, Balthazar will gain amazing explosive power, all damage will increase several times in a short period of time, and the attack and reaction speed will also be greatly improved.
When the Hand of Murder is activated, any target without divine or quasi-divine protection can be killed instantly.
Initially at LV32, the damage and speed increase multiplier is four, and it will be doubled every three levels. When it reaches ten times, there will be a qualitative leap, and the power of the sun and the moon will be obtained while opening the Moon Yin Style and the Flame Yang Style.
In this state, the Divine Monk is a weapon of destructive power, capable of shattering a planet with a single blow.]
[Using this card requires 25 white, 15 red, and 15 black mana, or 55 universal mana]
[When the follower Balthazar dies, this card will automatically enter the graveyard and wait for rebirth for 350 days]
Looking at the series of detailed instructions on the card, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Breaking stars with bare hands? It sounds really good.
Balthazar is probably the strongest follower I have besides Davian.
With just a few upgrades, he would gain the power to confront the gods head-on, or even kill them.
This series of actions by Bal really gave me a great gift.
When he shows up later, I will express my gratitude to him..."
After saying that, Zuo Si turned the fingers holding the card towards his palm, and the follower card that had just been made disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, on the other side, the devastating battle between Melissan and Abazig was coming to an end.
Although the latter tried his best to inflict some fatal injuries on the former, unfortunately the gap in strength was too big.
In the end, Abazig's divine lightning breath couldn't even offset Melissan's divine shield, and all kinds of extraordinary divine powers were also ineffective, and he could only rely on hand-to-hand combat to inflict damage.
But the problem is that close combat means facing that terrible artifact spear.
Every time the body was stabbed, a wound would instantly appear that would not heal and would continue to bleed.
Melissan can draw blood and vitality from these wounds to restore herself.
As a result, her injuries were basically healed as the fight went on, but Abazige's injuries became more and more serious. Finally, he could not hold on any longer, and his huge dragon body fell to the ground with a bang.
"It's over, poor thing.
I told you before that struggling will only increase the pain and cannot change the inevitable outcome.
The fate of all the Sons of Bhaal is one of unmitigated tragedy.
It's cruel but this is the reality.
Let me end your suffering now.
Don't worry, when I become a goddess, I will consider giving you a chance to start over when I'm in a good mood."
As Melisand spoke, she walked forward with nimble and graceful steps, raised the spear in her hand high, and stabbed it hard into the eyes of the demigod blue dragon.
Poof! The divine weapon instantly penetrated the fragile eyeball and went straight to the brain.
Abazig died on the spot without even having time to scream. His body, which was filled with divine power and divinity, suddenly exploded from the inside, and blood, flesh and bones flew all over the sky, forming a spectacular eruption.
His death undoubtedly greatly stimulated this country that once belonged to the god of murder.
The Blood Throne seemed to sense something, and a blood-red light began to bloom from within.
Just as Melisand was immersed in the pleasure brought by absorbing divine power and divinity, the sky above the hall suddenly cracked open, and thousands of petitioners were suddenly thrown down from a height of tens of thousands of meters. One after another, they fell into the ground of the hall through the holes in the roof and were smashed into a pulp with blood splattered all over.
Every time someone fell to their death, a broken skull would burst out from the blood throne.
When the skulls were piled up into a small hill, a gray and white rabbit hopped out from the shadow of the hall and leaped into the pile of skulls.
The next second...
Boom!!! The blood pool in the entire hall was in turmoil, directly sucking the pile of skeletons and the rabbits inside into it.
Then the blood pool formed a huge and bottomless whirlpool.
In the middle of the vortex, the holy emblem of Baal, the god of murder, can be vaguely seen.
While Aberdare, Sancho and Imon were staring at this scene in amazement, Zuo Si, who had arrived via teleportation magic, smiled and clapped his hands, exclaiming sincerely, "Wonderful! This is truly wonderful!
It turns out that the container that was finally chosen to be resurrected was actually a rabbit.
I have to say, this was completely beyond my expectations.
I thought that no matter what, you would choose an intelligent creature.
But in the end, an animal was chosen.”
Who could have thought that Baal, one of the three gods of death, would give up so many demigods, quasi-gods and the Son of Baal with legendary power, and finally use the weakest rabbit with almost no presence as his carrier.
However, this also proves from a certain perspective that no matter how weak a god is, he possesses power and wisdom that mortals cannot achieve.
"You mean... that rabbit is also a son of Baal?"
Imoen opened his mouth in shock, obviously frightened by the bottom line of his "father".
After all, it’s a rabbit!
Let alone putting it into actual action, just having such an idea is enough to make him a disgrace to the gods.
“That’s right.
In fact, it's not just rabbits.
There are also many cats, dogs, bears, deer, mice, lizards and other animals that are also sons of Baal.
It’s just that most of them have been destroyed in the budding stage.
After all, beasts are not intelligent races, and some even have a vague sense of self. They do not have the ability to understand abstract concepts, nor do they know how to use the power dormant in their bodies. "
Zuo Si had a playful smile on his face, and he directly recounted the heroic deeds of the God of Murder who had "spread his seeds all over the world".
"Oh my God! This...this is too disgusting!"
Edmon suddenly got goose bumps all over his body and shivered uncontrollably for several times.
Aberdare next to him kept swallowing his saliva and imagining the scene frantically.
He suddenly felt that compared with his twisted and sick father, his own lust was nothing.
At least his sexual orientation in this regard is limited to beautiful and sexy races such as humans, elves, half-elves, tieflings, vampires, etc. He even cannot accept dwarves, halflings, orcs, and half-orcs.
There is no doubt that Baal controlled the rabbit to jump into the blood pool in order to reshape his body and then return from the astral realm to complete his resurrection.
Just as everyone in the hall was staring at the changes below the blood pool, Davian had already descended from the sky outside and kicked off the battle with his terrifyingly powerful solar nuclear fusion breath.
boom!!!!!!
On the devastated land, a huge, bright and dazzling fireball rose into the sky, followed by an earth-shaking tremor within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.
The shock wave generated by the explosion lifted more than ten kilometers of soil into the air.
The roar that followed even caused hundreds of sonic damages that were as powerful as legendary magic.
A group of demons that were affected exploded from within their bodies within 0.1 second, without even a bone residue left.
Obviously, this is the strength that Davian possesses after obtaining the power of the sun.
Moreover, in the outer planes, he can draw on the power of faith generated by the mortals' sun worship in all material planes of the entire universe, which is far more powerful than in a single material world.
When the fireball dissipated, the giant white mushroom cloud that shot straight into the sky for thousands of kilometers could be seen from a long distance.
As for the ground...
If the outer plane had no concept of the earth's crust and the thickness of the land and rock below was infinite, if it were other material planes, there would probably be magma everywhere, and the plates and continental shelves would have completely collapsed.
I'm afraid we will have to prepare for an unprecedented doomsday disaster and mass extinction of species.
But even with a breath of this power, Melisand only suffered some minor injuries. Her arms and skin that were originally burned by the breath quickly recovered with the nourishment of divine power.
But now she no longer had the ease she had before. Instead, she showed a look of vigilance and disbelief. She asked sternly, "When did you gain such power? You were only at the level of an ordinary Fire Elemental Prince before."
"Not long ago. In order to give me enough strength to fight against the gods head-on, the master took me to the Fire Elemental Plane for a small upgrade. Now, are you ready to enjoy the light and heat from the sun?"
As he spoke, Davian changed from dragon form to human form, holding tightly in his hand the artifact constructed of red and white mana - [Zhanning Sword].
Before his opponent could react, he instantly turned into a flash of golden light and disappeared on the spot.
not good!
With the super perception granted by the weaker divine power, Melisand immediately sensed the danger, and hurriedly turned sideways and raised the artifact spear to make a parrying gesture. The whole process may have taken less than a microsecond.
Then her hands felt a terrifying force beyond her ability to bear. Her knuckles and fingers were shattered in an instant. Her body flew backwards uncontrollably at a speed a hundred times faster than the speed of sound, leaving a long groove close to the ground.
Whether it is soft soil or hard rock, at this moment it is no different from soft cheese.
Just as Melisand thrust the spear in her hand into the ground to slow down and stop, her super-strong divine perception began to warn again.
Without time to think, she quickly repaired her broken fingers and raised the spear high to parry.
boom!!!!!!
This time, Davian swooped down directly from overhead, swinging the shield in his hand that was flashing with dazzling light and smashing it down hard.
Poor Melisand was like a nail, which was hammered into the ground by the former. It drilled down for dozens of kilometers in one breath before it barely stopped.
Two consecutive super-fast attacks made her quickly realize that Davian had a speed that she could never reach, so she used her divine power without hesitation to teleport away instantly.
You must know that the essence of God is pure spirit.
Therefore, their thinking speed is much faster than light, and they can process hundreds of billions or trillions of information in an instant, listen to the believers' voices and make appropriate responses.
The genius archmage Karsus did not possess this extraordinary divinity, so after seizing control of the magic network from the first generation goddess of magic, he was unable to process such a huge amount of information. Eventually, he became a negative example used by countless mages to teach their disciples, and was even given the derogatory name of "fool".
Although Melisand has not completely abandoned her mortal body, she is already no different from a goddess of weaker divine power.
In the next few minutes, she continued to use her ability to teleport with just a thought to engage in an ultra-high-speed battle with Davian that was so intense that the naked eye could not even detect a trace.
The two of them often appear in an instant, stay for less than one hundred thousandth of a second, and then disappear in an instant.
Ordinary people can't even see their figures and movements, and can only sense the noise, vibration, shock wave and earth-shattering destructive power caused by the collision of the artifacts.
The indescribable terrifying power caused the kingdom of Baal, the god of murder, to begin to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The destructive power of each explosion is enough to rival that of a close-range solar flare.
Before long, except for the hall where the Blood Throne was located, the entire country completely turned into a huge sunken pit.
As for the petitioners and the demons that were allowed in, they had all been killed by now.
Apart from the very few sons of Bhaal whose souls were imprisoned in the blood pool, there is no other thing that can be called alive...
(End of this chapter)
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