Cut Wings
The condensed air formed a heavy shield. The bone arrows covered with red lines passed through it more easily than cutting a piece of paper.
The divine fetus moved at will, and the soft clouds turned into indestructible ribbons, pulling the bone arrows down from the sky. As they rolled onto the arrows, the red-haired young man sneered. The bone arrows instantly exploded, and the thin arrows in the middle continued to push forward with the impact force, breaking through layers of obstacles and crashing into the gap.
It was too small, and a seven-year-old child would not practice with such an arrow. But when the inconspicuous thin arrow approached the divine fetus, a human fear appeared in the eyes of the arrow hanging in the air.
The barrier that could tear apart thunder was like nothing in front of it. The divine fetus trapped in the tender fetal sac had no way to dodge and could only watch it pierce into its eyeballs.
The bone arrow was directly destroyed by his power, and drops of blood fell, immediately blending into the place where it touched. The fine lines like spider webs spread out, which were negligible to the huge body. However, the reaction of the divine fetus to it was extremely violent.
The twisted sky showed a gorgeous and shimmering color, vaguely outlining the contours of the wriggling inside. He wailed and struggled desperately, like a patient who was poisoned. Invisible waves spread in all directions, and the mighty power of God descended.
The red-haired young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised the bow and arrow again with an expressionless face. Intense pain invaded his limbs and bones, rubbing against every inch of his nerves. The invasion of blood was blocked by the divine fetus, and even eroded his perception in turn.
It was a fight. Both sides kept wearing away each other's strength, the two beasts biting each other's bodies frantically, swallowing each piece greedily into their stomachs.
I shouldn't be here. I don't deserve to be here.
Under the strong pressure, Dan had already fled, running ten meters away from where he was standing. His early warning of danger was timely. As soon as he left the area, he saw the whole area with the red-haired young man as the center, being pressed down by gravity. The monster in the distance was running towards where they were, desperate to kill the culprit.
What else can I do?
We are all family, how can we just watch him get beaten?
Dan touched his nose, his expression seemed helpless, but his mood was actually high. His azure eyes became deep and dark. Bones stretched out from his body, forming a pale armor. The bone-helmeted warrior moved his neck left and right, and pulled out a slender bone thorn sword from his palm.
It didn't look like a living creature, but rather a ghost that had crawled out of a grave, carrying a dark and cold aura of death. Every time the sword was thrust, a monster would shatter.
His steps were as graceful as a dance, and there was no dance in the world better than a dance with death. With his own strength, the Bone Helmet Warrior built an indestructible wall behind his companions.
It was a blessing to have him. Under the protection of his companions, Mason was able to devote himself to the confrontation. The bowstring kept vibrating and the blood in his body was boiling. The heat was transmitted from the powerful beating heart to the fingertips. The wound caused by the bone arrow made the divine fetus painful. In the face of the threat, He squeezed out of the gap and forcibly descended into the world!
Thousands of prayers surrounded us, transcending the barriers of time and space, and echoing clearly in everyone's ears.
"In the beginning, the world was in chaos. The Mother Goddess awoke from her mines, and her eyes gave birth to her offspring."
"Garnet is his wings, giving him the power to conquer; gold and silver are his eyes, giving him all the wealth; diamonds are his bones, no one can extinguish his glory; myrmidon is his blood, and the elements bow down before him."
"Shining like a rainbow gem, as solid and immortal as an obsidian. Curled up in the body of the Mother Goddess, sleeping soundly until the end of the world."
"The Great Mother Goddess says, Sleep, sleep, my son. You are my bones in my blood, my stone in my flesh. When all things die, you will wake up from your nightmare."
The descendants of the believers who once believed in the "Mother of Ten Thousand Stones" are familiar with this. This is a chapter in the scriptures about the end of the world, which is understood as a praise of the eternal life and motherhood of the Mother Goddess. The Son of God is understood as the followers of the Mother Goddess, who were destroyed thousands of years ago.
At this moment, the scenes in the scriptures appeared before their eyes.
It looked like a wild beast, with its long tail and hind claws still in the gap, and the half of its body that was exposed to people stretched out, shining like diamonds. The wings that were tightly attached to its back spread out in the wind, and its garnet scales were indestructible, as if the ancient mural in the legend had come to life.
The left eye is silver, and the right eye has been dug out and stuffed with a rusty pocket watch. The long years have left the case with a mottled color, but the slightly trembling hands still silently indicate that it is still running.
The red-haired young man stared at the pocket watch, his heartbeat deafening. Not only him, but also the world tree deep in his consciousness was shaking wildly, expressing a strong desire.
Gotta get it! Gotta get it!
Mason immersed himself in the vest of Oreius, just to maximize his strength. Under his feet, the phantom of a blood pool with a wailing monster appeared, and the rising murderous aura was as real as substance, with undisguised desire,
The Son of God looked down from the sky, and a casual glance from Him caused the young man's body panels to explode and blood to spurt out. The red liquid adhered to the surface of the body, forming another "panel".
But he was laughing, laughing recklessly.
The rampant laughter shook the air and made the killed monsters tremble.
The Son of God was full of contempt for this. The sky was His territory, so how could He allow a wingless reptile to interfere? Even though He was born prematurely, He still gained power far beyond what He had before. Mere humans could not hurt Him with bows and arrows.
Just as He expected, the bone arrows disintegrated in mid-air and could not hit the target at all. The young man dropped the bow and arrows and reached out to draw his sword. The white blade was entangled with thorns, and the red lines were crawling upwards. His breath was as hot as magma, and the sword was colder than the snow in the wasteland. The frenzied killing intent filled his mind, dispelling his sobriety.
Oreius leaped up from the ground, stepping on the trees to rise. Such an action seemed foolish in the eyes of the Son of God. He flapped his wings, and thousands of light bullets formed from the air, illuminating the sky.
The bones of Mithril gave him the ability to control spells, and he could use them in a spell-like form even at the moment. With a flick of his wing tip, light bullets rained down. Anyone hit by any of them would end up in a bloody mess.
The swordsman's steps forward paused. Even though his body had been strengthened, how could he move freely in the sky without wings?
At this moment, a sound of breaking air came from behind him. Oreius stepped on the flying bone arrow without looking back, and used it as a foothold to jump again. Dan, who was standing on the ground, drew his bow and shot, using the bone arrow to provide an aerial platform for the opponent.
The Son of God swept his hand coldly, and the blond nobleman was immediately terrified. He subconsciously rolled to the side, and the place where he was standing had been smashed into a huge hole by the light bullet. Dan hissed and looked up, and what he saw was a dense mass of light bullets.
Dan: “…”
What are you doing? You are bullying me!
The blond nobleman turned and ran.
After dealing with the bugs, the Son of God turned his attention back to Oreius. In his eyes, the human in front of him was like an extremely tempting and dangerous meal. He stared at the other person with salivating eyes, because this skin contained something that he urgently needed.
Without the support of the bone arrows, the red-haired young man began to fall again. Falling from this height would kill him, but the light bullets were aimed at him, and he had used up all his efforts just to dodge. The Son of God was just waiting to enjoy the feast, but he saw a flash of light suddenly attacking from the side -
It deftly crossed the group of light bullets, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. The light bullets that it failed to dodge were detonated by the missiles flying from behind. The pilot of the transport plane skillfully used the air waves to rise, and its small size provided it with extremely high maneuverability.
Oreius rolled over and landed on the top of the plane, stunned by this sudden help.
Yes, they were not just two people fighting side by side. After discovering his whereabouts, the camp quickly sent support!
In addition to the personnel who were unable to move, the camp dispatched a small transport plane and five attack spacecraft.
Under the cover of his companions, the small transport plane drifted dangerously in the air, carrying the people on top of the plane forward. The Son of God let out an angry cry, and the pilots froze.
They were all bloodline members above level A, and they retained some sanity. However, under the pressure of the Son of God, they quickly changed. At the last moment, these well-trained pilots completed the final operation: they wrapped the small transport plane in the middle, using the fuselage as the last barrier against the rain of bullets, and then released the lever.
“Bang!!”
The fuselage exploded into a ball of brilliant fireworks. The silver-white transport plane emerged from the smoke, and the driver took off his helmet, revealing his dazzling long hair, the ends of which were rapidly burning. His right eye, which had turned silver, stared forward, and Ofili said softly, "Good luck."
She pushed the accelerator all the way forward and then gave up.
The magic patterns on the fuselage glowed brightly, and the speed increased dramatically. As unconscious dead things, machines are far more resistant to pollution than humans. The excellent creations of the Mechanical City were firing at full power, and even the dense light bullets could not catch up. As the distance closed, the flashing magic patterns turned stone-colored, and under the shocked eyes of the Son of God, Oleus jumped up from the fallen transporter.
Compared to the enemy, the red-haired young man looked so tiny.
But he swung the sword, and all the monsters bowed their heads in fear, fearing the power to take away their lives. The spells that made up the thorns jumped wildly, and anyone who saw it would feel dizzy. This was knowledge that no human could understand. The Son of God let out a terrible wail, and He looked at a place behind the enemy in horror. In a place that the young man could not see, it seemed that a starlight flashed by.
It was a great power that shocked him, and what was even more terrifying was that the watch in his eyes was also attracted and vibrated. The withered pointer trembled, like an old beast that wanted to die.
After the Mother Goddess' plan succeeded, it should have completely stopped with all its might! It should not be running! Especially not at this time to help Her enemies!!
No one knew the anger of the Son of God, but the pointer finally took a trembling step. With just this one step, it swept across the sky like a sword, instantly expanding to hundreds of times its original size, and directly cut off the new pair of wings!
“——!!!”
In the painful wail, the Son of God's eyes wept blood and he could no longer maintain his flight. The tip of his tail slipped out from the crack in the sky and crashed into the ground.
The hearts of those who saw this scene were pounding. How big was the Son of God? He was something that emerged from a crack that ran through the sky! If He fell, He would crush the entire Kingdom of God!
Oleus struck out again, and despite the strong feeling of weakness, he used the remaining momentum to forcibly cut the Son of God in half. Golden divine blood fell like rain, and His head, wings, body, and tail slammed heavily into several mountain ranges. In the strong impact, the long sword made a slight crisp sound. The chaotic airflow made humans somewhat unsteady on their feet, but they did not forget the most important thing.
He staggered to the head, thrust his hand directly into the other's eye socket, grasped the edge of the pocket watch and gritted his teeth to break it open! The squeaking silver-white metal flowed out from the depths of the eye socket and bit his hand tightly. The Son of God suddenly raised his head, and the activated metal pulled him over with a thud. His arm was stuck between the bones and the sharp edge of the pocket watch, rubbing and bleeding.
A huge gust of wind surged up, the mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and everyone was swept away.
After a long time, they got up from the ground and looked into the distance in amazement.
Most of the mountains that were supposed to be winding and undulating disappeared in just a few seconds, replaced by the rapidly melting body of the Son of God. The Iron Mountain Range, the Silver Mountain Range, the Gem Mountain Range, and the Mithril Mountain Range. Four of the six mountain ranges had been completely flattened.
Dan got up from the ground with a dazed look on his face, and saw the same dead silence. After a while, he thanked sincerely with a happy heart.
"Thank you for your help, ancestors."
If his ancestors hadn't had him in their hearts, he would have been just a little bit away from being turned into meat sauce.