The battle is about to begin.
Pantheon didn't want to waste any more time talking to Aatrox. She clenched her left hand into the air, and the Star-piercing Spear, which was originally very far away from her, suddenly disappeared and reappeared in her hand.
While she retrieved her weapon, Aatrox took the lead in attacking, holding the sword in his left hand and punching the ground with his right hand, slamming it down and unleashing a chain of evil fire composed entirely of blood magic.
However, he has always been good at close combat and only used blood magic roughly. Pantheon only set up the holy shield, and the holy light of heaven flashed, easily breaking this magic that was fatal to mortals.
This was a small test from Aatrox.
Perhaps as a god-warrior with a complete ascended body, he is not afraid of a mere Protoss host who has inherited some of the Protoss' power, even if Pantheon himself is controlling this body.
But now Aatrox's immortal body has been destroyed. He collected countless flesh and blood to barely forge this crude imitation, and its strength is only one tenth of what it was.
Facing Pansen, he had to be cautious.
If he is not careful or reveals a flaw during the battle, the connection between his body and the giant sword may be severed, and his spirit will return to the dark cage where he can neither live nor die.
"Great Pantheon! How self-righteous and conceited you are!"
As he spoke, the huge body of the Sword Demon turned into a shadow and rushed towards Pantheon, throwing the giant sword in his hand into the air. As his body turned around, his left hand with a black gauntlet grasped the giant sword again and smashed it down at her with the force of collapsing a mountain.
Pantheon held up the Holy Shield in his right hand, and the huge sound of metal collision resounded through the clouds.
The holy shield trembled slightly. Aatrox's unexpected strength forced her to bend her knees slightly. Her strong self-esteem did not allow her to retreat even a little.
The muscles in Pantheon's arms were knotted, and the power of the astral world suddenly erupted at this moment.
The blessed shield shone with golden light, and as his arms swung, the aroused energy sent Aatrox flying.
In less than a heartbeat, the War Protoss took advantage of the victory and threw the Star-piercing Spear in his left hand again, as if it had its own intelligence and locked onto Aatrox who had not yet stabilized his body center of gravity.
Although he could easily dodge such attacks in his prime, his current body was a replica after all.
Aatrox twisted his body with all his might, and used his greatsword to push away the star that was so heavy that it cracked his palm and almost shook off his weapon.
The spear imbued with astral magic pierced Aatrox's right wing, but his ability to fly was not simply relying on the flapping of his wings, but also on the application of magic.
The fatal sword energy once again poured into the greatsword. Aatrox's attention was divided into two parts, guarding against the spear that might fly back from behind. In the blink of an eye, he sprinted in front of Pantheon and thrust the heavy sword forward fiercely.
After the brief confrontation just now, Pantheon, who was well aware of the power of the Sword Demon in front of him, did not dare to confront him head-on, but instead took a different approach.
She blessed her with the power of the astral realm that granted her immunity to magic, stretched her arm out to the left side of her body with all her might, and then struck with her holy shield, deflecting his blade just as Aatrox had dodged the spear just now.
Immediately afterwards, the Star-piercing Blade reappeared in her hand, and her left arm retreated, ready to stab Aatrox, whose weapon had been deflected.
However, when Pantheon saw the sneer on Aatrox's lips, he realized that he had been fooled.
The huge bladeless sword turned at an incredible angle and was held tightly in Aatrox's hand, slashing forward.
Although the length is not as long as when the sword is raised forward and slashed vertically, it has a larger horizontal range, which is just enough to touch Pantheon with the top of the greatsword.
Limited by his mortal body, the war spirit was unable to dodge the attack and could only choose to resist it with his flesh.
As a trace of destructive sword energy was injected into his body, a large amount of golden hot blood spurted out from the gap in Pantheon's dark golden helmet, burning a large piece of rock under his feet.
"Ugh!" Pan Sen roared angrily, and even the sky and the earth changed color.
The brilliant galaxy instantly covered the originally bright sky, making the situation in the area of Mount Targon completely different from other areas.
The gaze of the giant from outer space has fallen upon this place, but Aatrox is not afraid at all.
She knew the Targonians. These selfish and hypocritical celestial gods would never help their compatriots, especially the war spirits.
Besides, they are unable to provide assistance from outside the sky unless they are willing to lower their "divine status" and come in person.
Otherwise, with their human agents and Protoss hosts, Aatrox is confident that he can kill them all one by one.
However, they did send out all their believers.
Hearing the sounds of battle, the elite warriors of the Lakkor tribe formed a line and charged forward, quickly arriving at the site of the battle between the two sides.
"Don't come over!" Pantheon roared, using the power of the giant to intimidate everyone.
Unfortunately, for an ascender, the distance of just tens of kilometers can be reached in one breath.
The Sword Demon flew into the human group with a wild laugh, swinging his giant sword, blood splattering, and finally integrating the flesh and blood of these warriors into his own body.
"Aatrox!"
Pantheon leaped forward and plunged his spear into Aatrox.
But at the same time, Aatrox's greatsword also touched her body.
"Oh yes, yes! Great Pantheon, let me hear your cheers for friendship, let me hear your roar for brothers!"
Part of the blood that spurted out of Pantheon's injury merged into Aatrox's body, instantly healing his injuries.
He laughed wildly, and the huge sword in his hand seemed to have no weight at all. His hands turned into afterimages and slashed heavily on the Holy Shield of God again and again.
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