"He has wielded the sword of victory!"
"The sage foresaw the error! The Divine Court actually cast the Divine Descent spell ahead of schedule!"
"It's alright, we're just the vanguard! The main force is still behind!"
The three extraordinary individuals exchanged glances, communicated in secret, and reached a consensus in an instant.
Although the Central Plains is prosperous, it has been plagued by war for many years, and the battle lines are stretched thin. The combat power of each extraordinary being, to a certain extent, determines the course of the war.
Saint-level (Platinum) powerhouses are like nuclear weapons, possessing vast and boundless power. Once their domain is activated, they can easily annihilate a city with a million inhabitants!
However, no Saint-level experts are allowed to interfere in the North.
With the Four Heavenly Kings entrenched here, aside from the powerful figures of the Heras Tower who are prone to courting death and daring to steal skills, talents, and methods, anyone who dares to step forward will either die or be severely injured!
Therefore, the army that attacked the North, seeking the Sword of Victory, was composed of a group of extraordinary individuals from the Knights Alliance, but they... seemed to have gotten lost.
But we should always look on the bright side; maybe the road is blocked.
As a formidable and powerful individual, standing someone up is going too far; you'll be boiled into a soup!
"Alright, since you have witnessed the glory of our Lord, I will now send you to see the gods you believe in."
Ferran raised one hand high, his palm grasping the Sword of Victory from afar. His surging fighting spirit condensed into a large hand, which seized the hilt of the Sword of Victory.
"Take this, Mountain-Shattering Meteor Hammer!"
"You're courting death. Considering you're still a member of the Harvest Divine Court, I might spare you... Blazing Sword!"
"High-level magic: Flame Storm!"
While hurling threats and unleashing ranged attacks, the group retreated rapidly.
What a joke! Fighting a vicious old man who possesses a portion of the power of a divine artifact is foolish!
We need to find a way to secretly kill him!
"Bang!"
Faced with the counterattack of the three superhumans, Fei Lan didn't even look at them, and was directly extinguished by the outer materialized battle intent.
He was about to strike with his sword right then and there!
"Smack!"
The group of powerful figures transformed into rainbow light and fled even faster, running aimlessly and even crashing into mountains without realizing it.
In reality, the operation of the "One Thought Through Time" slowed down the three people's speed, altering the flow of time and making them even more terrified.
The sword moved!
"Whoosh!"
The large hand, imbued with fighting spirit, suddenly slipped the moment it was about to swing down, and the sword of victory was flung away.
The three extraordinary individuals: "..."
The three demons who can run away at any time: "∑(°△°|||)"
The shattered mountain peak: "(o_O)"
Sword of Victory: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"
A lonely Felix typed: "..."
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Fei Lan, who had been preparing a killing move but had it suddenly countered, fell silent.
Without a doubt, it's that unpredictable force at work again.
Even the divine oracle, unleashing its full power, could not contain it, which surprised Ferran, but was also within his expectations.
but……
He's used to it.
Even if the variable had a series of disgusting, deceptive, and underhanded methods, he still managed to break through them one after another, and the trend was already set.
"Bang!"
The magic tower unleashed a bolt of annihilation lightning, which traveled a great distance and blasted the skull magic tower away, livening up the atmosphere.
Amidst the three-way battle, the Skull Magic Tower and the three extraordinary individuals from the Knights Alliance have temporarily formed a tacit alliance.
Neither side wanted Arthas, the god of victory, to return. After all, a god who could draw upon the fighting spirit of an entire continent and achieve a 100% win rate for his faction was too overpowered.
Not to mention, with the loss of the Sword of Victory, the Norse gods were celebrating like it was New Year's Day, letting loose and indulging in all sorts of rewards. Their followers went even crazier, thinking, "If you cut me today, I'll burn your whole family tomorrow." The fighting spirit accumulated over three thousand years could be enough to shape Ares, the god of war. How vast that is!
Once the Sword of Victory is forged, if it breaks the blockade of the Central Lands against the North, it will be able to draw upon the fighting spirit of the Central Lands, become a god in one step, and then compete for the throne of the gods!
It can be said that wielding the sword of victory has a high probability of advancing to become the Lord of the Gods!
So the gods of Middle-earth, and the demons of the abyss, all advised Arthas to grow rice and contribute to the food production of Norse mythology. They told him not to get involved in the faith wars in Middle-earth, as it was too dangerous there. Wouldn't it be better to just farm honestly?
"Boom! Boom!!"
Before they had even exchanged ten blows, ten golden beams of light tore through the clouds and arrived on the battlefield.
The three demons, who were being chased and attacked by Fei Lan alone, felt a chill in their hearts. They activated the concealment technique of black mist and rode the skeleton magic tower. Like mice caught stealing cheese, they slunk back to their own camp, to the side of the three snake demon leaders.
The three forces are locked in a standoff.
Ironically, the main force of the Knights Alliance and the high command of the Second Demon King's Army had their primary enemy as the Harvest Divine Court.
Even though the number of superhumans on the demon side was small, they had magic towers, high health and defense. Even though they were repeatedly bombed by Felan in his blasted state, they were able to repair themselves in time and safely retreat with the six demons.
"Fei Lan, hand over the Sword of Victory! That kind of divine artifact goes against destiny!"
"You, the Harvest Divine Court, dare to interfere in the struggle for the Central Plains! We, bearing the wrath of the gods, will surely burn you to ashes!"
"Stop talking nonsense, just kill him!"
While the powerful figures tried to persuade him, they secretly plotted their murder, employing a variety of sophisticated methods.
The void is sealed off, the battlefield is imprisoned, and the golden rice fields are burned...
"Heh, since it's all for the sake of Northern Europe, why don't you righteous people kill the snake demon who's just watching from the sidelines?"
Fei Lan sneered, his fighting spirit protecting him, condensing into a golden battle armor, which withstood the first wave of attacks from the powerful forces.
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