"Femont, I think you should know what this means, right?"
Boyd asked in a creepy voice.
Although his voice was not loud, everyone in the Eagle City who was pulled into the other dimension could hear it clearly.
The other three God's Hands looked at Griffith, who looked a little embarrassed, and his handsome face which was distorted by anger, with expectant eyes.
There is no doubt that the creation of "The Moment of Eclipse" stems from the resonance caused by some strong desire.
What triggers this desire may be the desire for life, the inner unwillingness, or even the unsatisfied desires.
In short, as long as one still has attachment to the material world and still cares about people and things, both the apostles and the Hand of God can perform a second sacrifice.
Although this sacrifice may not be as spectacular as the first one, it is the final and crucial step towards the dark side at the human level.
Especially the Hand of God, when it completely cuts off its connection with the real world and no longer has any concerns, it will completely merge with the evil thoughts in the abyss.
Therefore, the God's Hands that Boyde had before did not disappear mysteriously, or were killed by the Skeleton Knight, but became part of the God of the Abyss.
Otherwise, if the Skeleton Knight really had the power to kill the Hand of God, he would not have failed in several sneak attacks.
The reason why Boyd is still alive today is thanks to the grudges between him and the Skeleton Knight.
To put it bluntly, he has not yet severed his ties with the material world and still has some attachment to it.
But now, Griffith, the last God's Hand born, took the lead in launching the second sacrifice because of his own ambitions and shattered dreams.
Such an outrageous situation was something Boyde had never seen since he became the Hand of God, and it was also inconsistent with the law of causality given to him by the God of the Abyss.
It was as if an invisible hand had torn the original web of fate into pieces.
Right now, everything is heading in the direction of being out of control and running wild.
"Give me strength! More powerful strength! Strength enough to defeat all enemies! For this, I am willing to give the entire Eagle City!"
There was a creepy depth in Griffith's eyes.
At this moment, he no longer had the purity and holiness he had pretended to have before, but instead exuded a sin that even a three-year-old child could sense.
There is no doubt that the carefully created "Eagle of Light" is dead, and now only "Wing of Darkness" Femont is left, an extremely willful and selfish demon king.
"Very good! Now I declare the sacrifice to begin!"
As Boyd raised his bony hand and branded the Eagle City and all the survivors inside with a mark symbolizing sacrifice, a terrible massacre finally began.
The apostles who had been summoned and were still on the sidelines almost immediately rushed into the city full of corpses and ruins, killing anyone they saw indiscriminately, accompanied by rape and cannibalism.
In just a few minutes, this beacon of hope was transformed into a slaughterhouse of despair.
Even the Kusha Empire soldiers who rushed in were slaughtered.
Although the monster army tried their best to resist, they were still too weak compared to the apostles whose forms and abilities changed in various ways, and soon suffered a large number of casualties.
As for the ordinary soldiers, who were the largest in number, they had already been frightened out of their wits by the horrific scene and were fleeing everywhere like headless flies. Some of them even hid in buildings in an attempt to save their lives.
Unfortunately, all this is in vain.
Because the apostles can feel the mark on the sacrifice, Guts can be said to have a deep understanding of this, so there is no point in hiding.
Under the destruction and devastation of countless apostles, the magnificent buildings and walls of the entire Eagle City collapsed one after another, and the people living inside no longer prayed or praised the Eagle of Light, but began to curse and spit on him.
From this moment on, Griffith's dream and ambition to achieve it at the cost of sacrificing the entire Eagle Corps were completely shattered.
He will never be able to have a country of his own again, nor can he play the role of savior.
The anger, resentment, malice and twisted emotions emanating from the depths of the soul began to spread around like a plague.
The moment the entire Eagle City was completely razed to the ground, the node in Griffith's heart that was connected to the God of the Abyss suddenly began to expand rapidly, directly swallowing up the entire person.
Then his human form began to be torn apart and reorganized by some powerful force, eventually forming a huge black eagle with wings that covered the sky.
However, this eagle's wings do not have any feathers, but instead have wing membranes like a bat. The beak on its head is huge and sharp, presenting a barbed shape like the original helmet.
At this moment, Griffith seemed to have lost himself. All the intense emotions just now disappeared completely in just a few seconds. His two eyes looked down at all the apostles including the other four Hands of God like a god.
The next second...
He suddenly began to flap his wings, creating a fierce gust of wind.
Before anyone could react to what was going on, the huge thundercloud that the Emperor of Terror had transformed into began to be unable to maintain its existence and was constantly being pulled by the strong wind.
After repeating this several times, Emperor Kong realized that if he continued like this he would definitely be blown away, so he immediately returned to his human form without even thinking about it.
But what he never expected was that the moment he changed back into human form, Griffith's huge black wings came down directly, crushing him and all the nearby Kusha Empire troops underneath.
Then when the wings were raised, the troops had already turned into meat paste and stuck to the underside of the wings, forming an unforgettable bloody picture.
Especially when the Black Hawk took off into the sky, broken limbs, broken arms, minced meat, blood plasma, bones and internal organs fell like raindrops, and only the dying Emperor Terror was held in the eagle's beak.
"No... This is impossible! How could I fail!"
The Emperor of Grief was obviously strongly stimulated, and he began to speak incoherently like a madman.
If the previous Griffith made him feel irresistible and invincible, then the current Griffith was like a god high above, reminding him of the huge evil thoughts he faced when he was sacrificed.
This strong aura from the God of the Abyss directly imprisoned all his powers as an apostle.
He is now like a fish on a chopping board. No matter how strong his resistance is, it cannot support him in taking actual action.
despair!
Deep despair! For the first time, he clearly realized the insurmountable gap between the Hand of God and the Apostles.
Moreover, all his troops were killed in the previous attack, without even a single survivor.
To be exact, it was Griffith himself who razed the last remaining traces of the Eagle City.
"Hahaha! Interesting! This is so interesting! I smell the fragrance from the dark side of human nature. Such souls are the most delicious."
Hansel opened his arms excitedly and laughed.
You should know that none of the souls that died just now successfully entered the underworld, but were all swallowed by him.
At this moment, this evil quasi-divine power is looking at the Hand of God, including Griffith, with hungry eyes.
Obviously, for Hansel, the souls of ordinary people and apostles are just appetizers at best, while the soul of the Hand of God is the real feast.
"rude!"
Griffith, who had transformed into a huge black eagle, obviously felt the threat, and without saying a word, he swung his wings that covered the sky and smashed down.
Hundreds of apostles never expected that the Hand of God would attack them, and were beaten into pulp on the spot.
But Hansel just raised one hand and easily propped up the heavy black wings.
The next second...
Mordred arrived shortly afterwards and wielded the shining royal sword, slashing fiercely at the black wings, releasing a dazzling red electric light.
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A pillar of destructive light instantly rose above the ruins of the entire Eagle City.
Not only that!
Under this blow, even the alien space formed by the surrounding "Erosion Moment" began to shatter, and the energy from the Netherworld quickly poured in and began to merge with the material world.
When the strong light and the dust dissipated, one could clearly see that a deep pit of more than a thousand meters had formed at the original location of the Eagle City. A terrifying crack extended along the edge of the deep pit to all directions, and hot magma gushed out from deep underground, releasing a deafening roar.
Along with the crustal movement caused by the magma eruption, the vibration can be clearly felt within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.
In addition, the volcanic ash and dust falling from overhead completely obscured the sky, and even the sun was reduced to a dim outline.
At this moment on the battlefield, except for a very small number of survivors such as Guts and Casca, there is basically no trace of human existence.
Not to mention humans, even the apostles suffered heavy casualties in this fierce attack and fled in all directions.
"Is this...is this the war between demons?"
The young knight guarding Princess Sharlut knelt on the ground and trembled uncontrollably.
This was not because of fear of death, but simply because he realized his own misery and insignificance, and also because he had witnessed the true power of gods and demons.
However, Princess Sharlut on the side was obviously unable to answer any questions at this moment.
To be precise, the pupils of her eyes had lost focus. She looked like a soulless zombie, with no response to any external stimuli.
Casca squatted on the ground with her head in her hands and screamed continuously, as if she had returned to the time when she was raped by Griffith during the last sacrifice.
Although Guts wanted to join the battle and kill Griffith who had transformed into the Black Eagle, he finally held back and stayed by Casca's side, cutting in half any apostle who dared to approach.
As a mature man who has experienced countless pains and hardships, Guts knows that protection is far more important than revenge.
Only by cherishing the present and cherishing the people who are most important to you can you avoid being immersed in regret forever.
In comparison, the battle between Hansel and Mordred against the five God Hands was much more intense.
Especially when the space of "The Moment of Eclipse" was broken, the Netherworld and the material world began to converge at this point, and the corpses and blood of countless mortals and apostles were sucked in and twisted into a towering tree.
If you get closer, you can even hear the cries of the apostles' consciousness and soul fragments that remain on their corpses.
"It's so exciting! This is the kind of battle I want! But it's not enough! Come on! Let's make this fight even more intense!"
Mordred had obviously gone crazy with killing at this moment, his entire body was wrapped in amazing magic armor, and every attack was bound to be the full force release of the treasure.
Under her reckless and fierce attack, a large area around Eagle City was completely transformed into a burning hell.
Some strange-looking lava monsters began to rise from the ground.
Obviously, they are all elemental life forms born from the magic released by Mordred and the energy from the underworld.
These newly born elemental life forms obviously have no self-awareness, and they have inherited the violent characteristics of magma. They begin to attack all other creatures that approach them without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Whether it was humans, apostles, or the transformed soldiers of the Midlan Kingdom, they all had to start dealing with these endless magma monsters.
"Hand of God! The agent of the world's will! Let me see what you are capable of today!"
Hansel suddenly transformed into a huge spirit, continuously releasing divine power to squeeze the space of the five gods' hands.
Especially Griffith, who looks the most powerful at the moment, his pair of black wings that cover the sky and the sun are already covered with cracks of varying sizes.
Even though he kept using the law of causality to repair his injuries, that was all he could do.
Because the law of causality created by the God of the Abyss is a kind of divine power, and Hansel's quasi-divine power is also a kind of divine power. There is no difference between the two, but they are in different fields of expertise.
Therefore, the protections that can make the Hand of God immune to all attacks are completely useless in the face of the latter's quasi-divine power.
And except for Griffith, the other four God's Hands do not have physical entities, but exist in the form of spirit and soul.
This means that Hansel's power has a strong restraining effect on them.
In less than ten minutes, the four God's Hands began to retreat step by step, and could only barely resist with the power bestowed upon them by the God of the Abyss.
Only Griffith, who had sacrificed everything, still had the huge abyss node in his heart that continued to expand, colliding and confronting Hansel again and again.
The treasure released by Mordred was no longer able to cause any significant damage to it, and could only cause some interference.
"Haha, cute little sister, your attack doesn't seem to be working. Do you want to come to your sister? I can teach you the joy of being a woman."
Yucca, the only female in the Hand of God, licked her lips with her tongue and teased the British filial son with a smile.
As a "whore of the fetal sea" who symbolizes desire, depravity and pleasure, she could keenly perceive that Mordred was still a virgin and had never even developed any romantic feelings for him.
This flawless purity made her want to defile it.
However, Yulan obviously didn't know that Mordred had a taboo, which was that he couldn't stand being treated as a woman.
Because she felt that the reason why her "father" Altria was unwilling to acknowledge her identity was because she was a girl.
So if anyone makes a fuss about her female identity, it is basically like poking a hornet's nest with a stick.
"Go to hell! You shameless bitch!"
Mordred's rebellious character and his philosophy of violence above all else instantly sent him into a rampage, and he exuded a cursed aura of violence like a berserker.
Without even a second's hesitation, she pounced on Yulan and launched a fierce attack.
Obviously, in the Holy Grail War, apart from the Saber class, the most suitable class for her is Berserker.
After all, Mordred doesn't like to think much, and his personality is very awkward and difficult to get along with. On the contrary, after completely losing his mind and going berserk, he can become a powerful combat force and helper.
So when making her Heroic Spirit into a follower, Little Anne deliberately added two classes at the same time.
When Xiao Mo is enraged by her enemy, she will transform into a brave and fearless berserker and fight to the death with her opponent.
"Damn it! Why is this guy suddenly like crazy?"
Yulan hurriedly flashed in the air to avoid the sharp blade and magic power released by the Brilliant King Sword.
Especially every time Xiao Mo shouted "rebellion against my gorgeous father", her heart would involuntarily tremble.
Because even she didn't dare to take on this energy shock that was powerful enough to tear apart space.
In particular, the red electric light contains some kind of terrible curse. Once it is touched, you will be plagued by bad luck for the rest of your life.
"Hahahaha! You've driven the enemy crazy! Run! Otherwise you'll die!"
Ubik opened his mouth and uttered a meaningless sneer, not caring about the life or death of his companions at all. Instead, he kept wandering around and creating a grotesque scene that was dreamy and dreamy.
No one knows what the purpose of these effects is, but every time Hansel is about to get rid of a God's Hand, he will pause for a moment involuntarily.
And this moment of time is the boundary between life and death.
It has to be said that although the God's Hands' attack power is seriously insufficient, their defense and self-preservation capabilities are extremely strong.
Even Hansel, who had quasi-divine power that could kill weaker incarnations of divine power, couldn't do anything to them for a while.
"Hey! The strongest brain over there, are you only able to passively take a beating and defend yourself?" Hansel stared at the oldest God's Hand Boy and mocked him.
Because Boyd suffered inhumane torture before being sacrificed, his brain was completely exposed with almost no cover, looking like a mushroom-shaped afro.
If an ordinary person heard this kind of sarcasm about his or her own shortcomings, he or she would probably immediately become furious.
But Boyd did not show any emotion at all, and continued to release space barriers to interfere with and hinder Hansel.
Judging from his actions, he seemed to be protecting the towering tree that was still growing vigorously.
"Arrogant outsider! The dignity of God cannot be offended!"
Griffith's voice was as cold, dark and deep as the abyss from the deepest part of the underworld. He opened his mouth and swallowed the Emperor of Terror, who was only breathing his last breath, and then flew straight to the crown of the giant tree.
The moment his shadow, which blocked out the sky and the sun, fell, the originally gray sun above his head was completely blocked by a huge black ring, forming a terrifying and spectacular scene as a solar eclipse.
Especially the pair of spread wings, as if foreshadowing that the world will eventually succumb to the will of the God of the Abyss.
The title of "Dark Wing" Femont was indeed not chosen casually, but was sending a signal to everyone through the law of causality.
Just as the black eagle was about to merge with the giant tree, a sword emitting a blue light suddenly split the space, and then a skeleton knight holding a water-summoning sword rushed out from the underworld, rushed to the front at lightning speed, and slashed fiercely at Griffith's head.
Obviously, he endured for so long, watching thousands of ordinary people die in this war between demons, just to wait for the best time to take action.
You must know that as a soul attached to a metal skeleton, the Skeleton Knight, like the Hand of God, cannot stay in the material world for a long time. He usually hides in the underworld and only travels back and forth between the two worlds for a short time when necessary.
Now he wanted to concentrate all the anger, resentment, and unwillingness that he had accumulated for thousands of years into this one attack and become the first person to kill the demon god.
Yes, in the eyes of the Skeleton Knight, the Hand of God can already be regarded as a demon.
As for the God of the Abyss behind them, he is not something that anyone can destroy.
Faced with the aggressive enemy, Griffith didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging, and his two deep eyes even revealed contempt, disdain and mockery.
The water-calling sword forged by countless Behelet chopped directly on the eagle's neck.
Just when the Skeleton Knight thought he had succeeded, a heart-pounding force suddenly transferred the damage of the sword to the treetops below.
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With a deafening roar and the eruption of energy from the Netherworld, this twisted tree made of corpses, flesh and blood finally completed its mission and completely connected the Netherworld and the real world.
Countless creatures that originally existed only in myths and legends quickly poured out of the channel and spread all over the world at an incredible speed.
Unicorn! Dragon!
Goblins! Giants!
…
It was as if the real world had turned into a fantasy world overnight.
But this is not the worst! The worst thing is that as this channel was broken through, the energy from the netherworld poured in crazily, directly turning the originally low-magic world into a medium-magic or even high-magic world.
Because this space-time is a typical isolation between spirit and matter.
The spiritual world is the abyss and the source of everything.
It refracts the source of light through the netherworld into the material world, just like moonlight refracting through the water into people's eyes.
Therefore, spirit is a pure abstract concept. The deeper you go into the abyss of the spiritual world, the less material elements there are and the purer the abstract concept becomes.
The closer we are to the material world, the smaller the role of the spirit.
The netherworld is the part between spirit and matter.
A long, long time ago, probably before the birth of evil thoughts and the God of the Abyss, the spiritual world, the underworld, and the material world were relatively harmonious and unified.
Witches and fairies use the energy of the underworld to manipulate matter and create colorful and diverse magic. Many legendary creatures can also appear in the material world and leave behind myths and legends from ancient times.
But later, with the birth of evil ideas, it used the power of God's Hand to seal and isolate the connection between the material world and the underworld.
This directly led to the drastic decline and extinction of the magical power in the real world. The number of witches and fairies became fewer and fewer, and their power was far less powerful than before.
This isolation also caused the original magical civilization to begin to decline, and the world entered the dark, turbulent, and ignorant Middle Ages.
People gradually forgot that they had relied on magic to have enough food and clothing, and that there was no such thing as winter and cold. They began to seek answers and God's help in pain, struggle and despair.
This directly led to the power of the God of the Abyss becoming increasingly powerful, and even began to squeeze the middle area of the Netherworld, causing the concentration of the Netherworld's energy to become higher and higher.
Now, when the two worlds are connected again, all this energy pours into the real world.
This will directly lead to a severe impact on all the technologies accumulated and developed by mankind during the Dark Ages.
After all, primitive gunpowder weapons are definitely not as effective as magic against terrifying monsters like flying dragons and giants.
This change will kill the natural science that has been nurtured for thousands of years and is about to emerge.
Not only that!
The influx of Netherworld energy will also allow the spiritual power from the abyss to have a greater influence on the material world.
Especially those huge evil thoughts that come from the abyss and cannot be described in words will cause permanent changes to everyone who touches or even uses its power.
"Foolish protester! Do you think you can resist fate? No, in fact, all your struggles have already become part of fate.
You are just a pathetic loser, a worm stuck in the web of fate."
Griffith stood at the top of the World Tree, looking down at the Skull Knight's arrogance.
He did not launch any attack, but used the most vicious words to stimulate the opponent's angry soul which had not cooled down for a thousand years.
"What...what did I do?"
The Skeleton Knight obviously realized how big a disaster he had caused. The two cold lights in his eyes flashed violently, showing the unrest in his heart.
How can I be calm?
This strike was the closest he had ever been to killing the Hand of God.
But what is the result?
The opponent actually transferred the damage of the Water Summoning Sword to the giant tree under his feet in an instant.
The power to reverse the law of causality was a barrier that he could not understand, let alone break through, even after studying it for more than a thousand years.
Just as everyone was shocked by this sudden change, a figure suddenly fell from the clouds, rushed straight into the entrance of the underworld, opened his arms and laughed unbridledly.
“Hahahaha! It’s open! It’s finally open! I declare that from now on, this space and time belongs to me.”
"who?!"
Boyd was obviously startled by the sudden appearance of this figure.
Because that terrifying power is as strong as the God of the Abyss and the evil thoughts! No! It may be much stronger than that!
Soon, the five God's Hands and the surviving humans and apostles on the ground saw a girl with a backpack and a teddy bear hanging around her waist, holding a blank card high above her head.
The next second...
The Planeswalker Spark on her chest began to flicker violently, and then the energy of the entire Netherworld and even the Abyss began to surge over like a tsunami, until patterns and words appeared on the card.
Before everyone could recover from their shock, the card disappeared completely. Then, an indescribable mystery emanated from the girl's body and continued to spread to the surroundings. Anyone touched by this breath would have a very strange feeling.
"Congratulations, young master. Your strength has become stronger again."
Anastasia, who had been hiding in the dark and observing everything silently, finally appeared, bent down and bowed with a happy smile on her face.
"No! This is not enough! The will of this world has not yet surrendered to me!"
Little Annie, who had completed the creation of the land card and activated it, turned her gaze towards the five God Hands present.
"Dear sister, if you just give me a little more time, I promise I can take them all down."
Hansel quickly stepped forward and gave a solemn promise.
He obviously didn't want Little Annie to interfere in this battle, and he didn't want the other party to use the power of the Planeswalker Spark to turn all five God's Hands into cards. If that happened, all his delicious meal would be gone.
"Stupid brother, I don't have time to wait for you to dawdle and take them down."
After saying that, little Annie ignored Hansel's grumpy face and rushed forward directly with the enhanced version of the Warlock King's Scepter.
The taciturn Conrad had no time to react and was hit by the artifact on the spot. His originally fat body was directly sucked into the [Titanium Crystal] on the top of the scepter, leaving only a face full of horror, astonishment and disbelief.
Obviously, this artifact that could originally exile a god at random has now become a treasure that can imprison gods.
However, this kind of imprisonment is not permanent, but a short-term imprisonment lasting from a few hours to a few days, depending on the level of divine power.
Furthermore, during the imprisonment process, the user of the artifact cannot cause even the slightest harm to it.
“Damn it!”
Realizing what his sister wanted to do, he immediately rushed towards the "strongest brain" Boyd, intending to take down the hand of God whose soul exuded the most attractive aura.
But at this critical moment, Griffith suddenly spread his wings again and wrapped himself up.
The other four God's Hands seemed to understand something when they saw this. They teleported to the side one after another and then merged into the huge black shadow.
Plop! Plop! Plop! As the last God's Hand entered, a huge heartbeat sound came from inside.
The heartbeat sound seemed to have some kind of magic. When it made the sound, except for little Annie and Hansel, the two quasi-divine beings, everyone else's heart began to beat along with it.
Finally, when the black wing membrane disappeared, a huge heart covered with eyes appeared out of thin air in everyone's sight.
The crack that was supposed to be connected to the blood vessels continuously gushed out pure spiritual energy, and there was a chain like a genetic double helix below that connected the underworld and even the abyss.
In just a few seconds, the spiritual energy it emitted formed a whirlpool-like ocean around it.
Behelet, which is extremely rare in the material world, is now like a drop of water, endlessly hidden in the ocean of spirit and thought.
This scene obviously shocked everyone!
The apostles including Zod seemed to have seen a god. They knelt on the ground with their hands and knees prostrated, not daring to even raise their heads.
"What the hell is this?"
Gus only felt that the brand on his back was as hot as if it was burned by fire, and the intense pain almost exceeded what his nerves could bear.
But fortunately, the power of the voters ensured that he did not lose consciousness. He just couldn't help but let out a painful growl.
"Are you the God of the Abyss? The evil thoughts formed by the projection of all human beings in this world?"
Little Annie asked with interest, stroking her chin.
"Yes, that's me."
The God of the Abyss gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.
"Will you surrender to me?"
Little Annie raised her chin slightly and continued to ask.
The evil thought stared at the girl in front of it with thousands of eyes. After more than ten seconds, it replied: "No, I will not surrender to you, because your thoughts and ideas are not consistent with mine. Now I ask you to take your people and leave my world, otherwise I will begin to mobilize the power of the entire world to destroy you."
"Ha! You think you can kill me?"
Little Annie suddenly released her enormous magical energy that was like the vast sea of stars.
As a quasi-divine power born from magic and mystery, she is born with potential and advantages that ordinary gods and quasi-divine powers can never achieve.
Even Midnight, the third generation magic goddess of the continent of Faerun, praised this child for his great future.
It can even be said that among all the descendants of Zuo Si who have been born so far, little Annie is the most powerful one. Even the Dark Prince Graya can only barely keep up with her pace and not be left too far behind.
"This has nothing to do with whether I can do it or not. I just have to do it." The God of the Abyss replied without any emotion.
"What's the meaning?"
Little Annie obviously sensed something was wrong, and her two little eyebrows immediately wrinkled.
"Literally. Even if the world is destroyed because of this, I have to do it. Because that is the reason, the meaning of my existence."
As the last word came out of his mouth, the God of the Abyss suddenly condensed the gushing spiritual energy into a whip, and lashed it at little Anne, Hansel, Mordred and Anastasia with a snap.
Little Anne and Hansel blocked it easily, but the latter two suffered miserably.
They have not reached the level of quasi-divine power, so they have no ability to fight back when facing gods of this level of world will.
Anastasia was knocked to the ground from mid-air by a huge force, and dark red blood spurted out of her mouth with a scream.
Mordred was even more miserable. A large piece of his armor was dented on the spot, and he crashed into the crater like a meteorite, and his life or death was unknown.
With just one strike, the God of the Abyss demonstrated his true nature as the will of the world.
"Sister, I think we are in big trouble this time."
Hansel raised the cane he had been carrying since birth, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Little Annie rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Do you need to tell me that? It seems that this guy is not the kind of world will that I encountered when I arrived at the origin, which is aimed at protecting the existence of the time and space. It is a completely different world will. It is not easy to make it surrender."
"Surrender? Stop it! My dear sister, didn't you hear what it just said?
Even if this world were destroyed, it would not stop attacking us.
So now you are wasting your time and energy.”
Hansel complained madly while waving his cane to fend off the attack from the God of the Abyss.
Especially the mental impact of those waves of evil thoughts, anyone who is a little careless will inevitably be affected.
Although this effect is minimal and will only create an illusion for a few tenths of a second, it is still a big loophole and can easily be exploited.
"Humph! How do we know if we don't try? And just because we can't do it doesn't mean that the people in this world can't do it."
As she spoke, little Annie suddenly turned her head and stared at Gus not far away.
From the very beginning of the battle, she had noticed that the man holding the giant sword possessed amazing spiritual power that ordinary mortals could never possess, and that he embodied the spirit and hope of human beings all over the world to resist fate.
If there is anyone who can defeat evil thoughts on a spiritual level, it must be this man.
So after a brief thought, the girl directly used a divine magic to instantly teleport Guts away from Casca, and then a thick stack of planeswalker cards suddenly appeared in her palm.
The moment these cards were activated, countless beams of light directly enveloped Guts.
Strengthen your power!
Agility enhancement!
Physical strengthening!
Enhanced perception!
Intelligence enhancement!
Charm enhancement!
Armor enchants!
Weapon enchants!
Magic power enhancement!
Physical attack enhancement!
Endowed with divine powers! Immune to mental attacks!
In just a few seconds, Guts felt as if he had suddenly transformed from a mortal into an omnipotent god of war.
Just a simple sword swing was enough to block the attack from the God of the Abyss.
What's going on?
What happened? He lowered his head and looked at his hands that were flashing with dazzling light, and the huge sword that was glowing with violet light. He felt a strong sense of unreality.
Before the giant swordsman could figure it out, little Annie pushed him hard from behind, waving her little fist and encouraging him, "Come on! Go and defeat this god who is playing with and controlling the fate of mankind! As long as you defeat it, you and all mankind will be completely free!"
"I?!"
Gus was obviously still a little dazed and raised his finger to point at his nose.
"That's right! It's you! Your most hated enemy, Griffith, is inside that huge heart.
Defeating this Kamisato will kill him.
What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it! Otherwise, your world will be completely ruined. "
Little Annie kept urging while blocking the attacks launched by the God of the Abyss.
Since Zuo Si did not give Gus any special powers, the girl did not realize that this man was the chosen one of her "old father". Instead, she believed that he was the son of destiny who carried the last hope of the world.
"Griffith!!!!"
This familiar name instantly aroused Guts's inner anger and fighting spirit. He finally stopped hesitating and wavering, and rushed towards the evil thoughts like an indomitable warrior.
His joining seemed to inspire the Skeleton Knight on the side, who also began to steer his warhorse to find an angle to use the Water Summoning Sword to cut a hole in the giant heart.
But the Skeleton Knight was obviously overthinking it.
The reason why the Water Summoning Sword can cut through space is because it uses a large amount of Behelet, and the God of the Abyss is the source of these Behelet.
It's easy to guess what the consequences will be if you use the power of the God of the Abyss to attack the God of the Abyss.
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