As Joan of Arc watched the fist getting closer and closer to her, a flash of light started running in her mind.
Ah, what a pity that it seems like I still have a lot of things to do. I promised Uncle Wall-E to help him repair the roof of his house.
I also promised the bishop that after the war, I would go back and apologize to everyone in the Vatican. After all, it was indeed too much for me to leave without saying goodbye.
There is also the bitter drink that Joan of Arc really wanted to promote before, but unfortunately this time she can no longer recommend it to others.
The most important thing is that after leaving the Vatican, she did not find her true love.
"But unfortunately, none of this will be possible anytime soon. After all, I will soon turn into a puddle of mud, or perhaps a meat pie."
Joan of Arc was lost in thought.
She had closed her eyes, waiting for death. After all, she could feel that the morale of the coalition forces had begun to slowly recover, and many people had picked up their weapons again.
Now they are almost ready for some shocking news. My own death must be the best outcome. It is impossible for anyone to stop the gods.
Ang ang ang!
The sound of a dragon's roar was heard, but this time it was not the sound of Gobnan's dragon roar, but a real and pure dragon roar.
The strong wind forced Joan of Arc to open her eyes.
However, when she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned where she was.
At this time, the fist of the Lord of Despair and Fear stopped in front of Joan of Arc, and the fist could no longer move forward.
Because right in front of the fist, a figure in black clothes stood in front holding a dragon spear.
At the same time, a red dragon phantom appeared beside Reborret.
Also resisting that iron fist.
Not only that, there were three long swords floating around Reborret, and the huge and strong pressure from the long swords was constantly blocking him.
"It seems that the gods are not as strong as I thought. I can actually block them."
Reborite said in a casual tone.
Everyone present was shocked by the scene before them.
Is there anyone who can withstand the attack of gods?
And seeing that the god's fist was still being pushed back by that person, it seemed that that person had the upper hand!
How is this possible? Are gods really that weak?
Bang!
Click!
Boom!
At this time, the scavengers, the Green Forest Team, and even Wally and his men all rushed back.
The weapons and props in his hands kept moving towards the dark brown fist group.
There wasn't a trace of fear on anyone's face, only a fighting spirit and even a hint of provocation.
"Gobdong! Oh God! When we were still in the Green Forest Clan, could we have imagined what we would be fighting one day?"
Gobdong, who held his fists tightly with his two swords, also laughed and teased:
"I'm afraid what we were thinking about most at that time wasn't how to escape from the cage!"
At this time, the people in Sapphire Territory were very surprised when they saw that the people from Obsidian Territory were attacking the gods without fear.
Although they had picked up their weapons again under Joan of Arc's inspiration, they still had a fear of God deep in their hearts.
"Aren't they afraid?"
This thought kept echoing in everyone's mind.
Are there really people in this world who dare to draw their weapons when they meet a god?
Mare looked at everything in front of him and recalled what Reborret, who was Seele, had said to him at that time.
"The Red Giant..."
Mare kept muttering that they now looked just like the red giants that Miss Seele had mentioned. They would dare to draw their swords even if they met a god, not for any reason but simply for the lights of the thousands of homes behind them and for their supreme ideals.
"Pama, if we can survive until the end of this war, I will swear an oath to Miss Xier, no, to Lord Reborret."
Palmer looked at Mare with a puzzled expression.
A noble swearing an oath to another noble was tantamount to becoming a subordinate of the one being sworn in. What was Mare thinking and why did he suddenly want to swear an oath to Reborret?
Looking at Mare riding his horse towards the god, Palma scratched his hair in annoyance.
"Forget it! Never mind! Who cares about all that nonsense! Anyone who prevents me and my wives from living a peaceful life must die!"
More and more people took up weapons and rushed towards the Lord of Despair and Terror.
An expression of disbelief appeared on the face of the Lord of Despair and Fear.
Why don't these ants feel any fear or despair? Do they have no brains?
Swish!
A tiny wound had appeared on the fist of the Lord of Despair and Fear, and a little blood was flowing out of the wound.
Everyone noticed this scene and their faces turned red.
Even gods bleed!
So they can win!
Everyone was very excited when they saw the Lord of Despair and Fear retracting his fist. No matter what, they would remember this feat for the rest of their lives.
"What should we do? We simply have no chance of defeating this kind of power with what we have now."
Reborret knew that the results he had achieved now were nothing more than charity from the Lord of Despair and Fear. After all, there was no additional power and no resistance.
It seems like He is just playing with us.
"This feeling is really infuriating."
"Beep, system prompts, the world's will does not allow the existence of gods."
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