Chapter 508: 506: Legendary Fight (6200+)
It was already night, the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the sky full of stars cast its light onto the sea of clouds.
Shining on the rolling sea of clouds, it looks like a silent ocean, vast, boundless and tranquil.
For thousands of years, the years have passed, the world has changed, and only this sea of stars and clouds seems to be eternal.
However, this time, today, and tonight are destined to be different.
A huge sun suddenly appeared in the sea of clouds, expanded, and rose. Its sacred light dispersed the clouds and illuminated the sky and the earth, as if a huge furnace appeared in the sky.
The sun was shining across the sky, and naturally it would not remain unchanged. Its blazing light finally pierced through the sea of clouds and hung high in the sky.
The sacred and brilliant light shone, and the sea of clouds as far as the eye could see was dyed golden.
What is even more eye-catching than the sea of clouds is the blood-red figure under the sun.
He was wearing a bright red robe, which was engraved with fine gold and silver lines, outlining all kinds of strange patterns. He looked luxurious, majestic, solemn and unfathomable.
But this exclusive cardinal robe was worn by an extremely old man.
He was really old, hunched over, with a hunched body, sparse gray hair and deep wrinkles.
But it is such an old man who has a pair of turbid yet firm eyes. He has experienced many vicissitudes of life, but is also cold and ruthless.
It was he who dragged his decaying body, held high the Holy Light and the Great Sun, and walked forward step by step.
The bright red robe dragged behind him, making him look like a god walking among the human world, making people dare not look directly at him.
What is the reality?
He is indeed an apostle of God on earth, blessed by the Lord of Light, and in the name of "Holy", he exercises God's authority on earth.
Wherever he passed, the sun dispelled all darkness.
He is one of the twelve cardinals of the Church of the Sun God, a legendary strong man who has lived for a thousand years and experienced countless battles, a practitioner of holy light, His Majesty Saint Vermont.
No one could have imagined that this immortal legend would end up here.
Looking at the direction he was heading, it was obvious that he was heading towards Luo Yi.
But at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped, raised his head slightly, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Saint John, are you going to stop me?"
At some point, a sacred iceberg rose from the ground in front of him.
I don’t know how high this iceberg is, it reaches the sky; I don’t know how deep it is, it sinks into the sea of clouds.
And right in front of the iceberg, huge ice cones grew out. They seemed to be scattered and disordered, but they formed a jungle of swords and ice stairs.
And, at the end of the stairs, there is the domineering and majestic throne.
One of the twelve cardinals, His Holiness Saint John Stuart, was there.
He did not sit down, but stood upright, bowed slightly, and maintained respect for an elder.
But his words were extremely firm: "Now that I'm here and standing here, you should understand what His Majesty's decision is."
"The Pope's original words: Loy can die, but he must not die at the hands of the Vatican."
The old man slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with murderous intent: "But you should know what I did before!
The destruction of the Raymond family was initiated by me, and that illegitimate child already knows about it. If he grows up, do you think he will come to kill me?"
"Even His Holiness the Pope cannot let me sit and wait for death!"
St. John's voice grew louder. "You only think about your own personal vendettas. Have you ever considered the greater good?"
"Loy is a Knight Templar appointed by the Holy See. He has no real power, but his status is noble, and it is also a symbol of the Holy See's willingness to accept magical machinery and develop industry.
But if you kill him, no, if you kill him, wouldn't that tell everyone that the Vatican is treacherous and untrustworthy? "
"By then, will those empires, kingdoms, and principalities break away from the Church? Will they convert to the Seven Gods?"
"You are digging up and destroying the foundation of the faith of the Holy See!"
"Hahahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha, John, Saint John, little John, have you forgotten?
I am not one of those fools you preach to. I am a cardinal who has been in that position for hundreds of years.
I've used, believed, and practiced your moral high ground rhetoric before, but now I don't believe it anymore."
"In my opinion, this agreement, this alliance, it's all bullshit!
They pretend to maintain something, but when it's their turn, they destroy it and it's nothing.
If you ask me, the worst that can happen is a natural disaster, a legend will intervene, and another realm war will be fought."
"As long as the Habus Empire, the Church of the Seven Gods, and the legacy of the magical machinery are destroyed, I don't believe that this old continent will not return to its original system."
Perhaps because he was speaking the truth, His Majesty Saint Vermont at this moment had an indescribable madness and seriousness.
But when Saint John heard these words, he felt the hairs on his body stand up.
"You, you, you, you actually want to start a realm war? Have you forgotten how many people died in the Battle of the Shining Stars?"
"Dead is dead. So many people died. As time goes by, won't they recover?
So, isn't it right to make a temporary sacrifice in exchange for true peace?"
“You, you, you…”
After a long pause and much hesitation, the youngest cardinal finally said, "You are really crazy!"
"I'm crazy, so you still want to stop me?"
"I've been ordered to come here, of course I have to stop you!
Moreover, His Holiness the Pope said that he can give you everything, but he can also take everything back."
“Hehe, he’s not qualified, he has to be my Lord.
In the name of the Apostle of Light, I declare that anyone who stands in my way is a traitor! "
Saint John's face twitched, but he still said, "On behalf of the Pope, I declare that this man has betrayed the teachings of the Sun God and is a traitor!"
After declaring each other traitors, the next moment, Da Ri and Bingshan collided with each other.
Between heaven and earth, there is only endless holy light, which seems to burn everything.
Only the ice spread, turning into ice cones and freezing the space.
And every time they collided, space was distorted and broken, and cracks spread like spider webs, and were then repaired by the planes.
But through those cracks, from the abyss-like darkness, a dark aura escaped into the plane, causing a series of shocks.
This is a legendary battle, a battle that even space cannot bear.
…
In another direction, above the sea of clouds, an equally astonishing sight appeared.
Above half of the sea of clouds, there was a blood moon hanging high. The vast blood magic power was like an ocean, constantly spreading outwards, forming layers of tides.
Circles and waves, seemingly endless, fill the heaven and earth.
And in the blood moon, you can see an old man with a sinister look and white hair.
He was wearing a neat gentleman's suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and he held a walking stick in his hand. He exuded an ancient, decadent, yet elegant and noble temperament.
Only the outstretched blood-red bat wings behind him could reveal his identity.
One of the thirteen clans, leader of the secret party, Grand Duke of the blood clan, Alessandro Cake Toredo.
Through the blood moon behind him, one can vaguely see a forest world shrouded in darkness.
That is the Blood Moon Forest, an independent dimensional plane. It is with the support of this dimensional plane that he can use the blood magic power so domineeringly.
This vampire ancestor, who once had one of his clones destroyed by Luo Yi and suffered a great loss at the hands of Virgil Berry, the Dragon of Incineration, has never been a generous person.
Revenge is his character!
The reason why he didn't take any action for so long was that he was frightened by the ancient red dragon's fighting power, and also because for a long time, Flower Territory was like a "star" in the Old World.
Countless people were paying attention to this place, so he didn't dare to move at all.
After all, this is an era ruled by humans, and vampires can only survive in the gutter.
Until this time, when the three giants of the coalition took action and wanted to divide up the flower territory, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.
He came, but secretly and carefully.
Originally, when Flowers won a great victory, he thought he had no chance, but who would have thought that things would take a turn for the better and in the legendary battle, he would be able to take action again!
Of course, the prerequisite is to deal with the fellow tribesmen in front of you and clear the obstacles.
The other half of the sea of clouds was also shrouded in a blood-colored area.
However, without the support of the dimensional plane, it is naturally impossible to come up with such a big card.
The range covered by the blood-colored domain is much smaller, as if it is suppressed.
However, if you are in it, it is not difficult to find that countless sounds that are difficult to hear are constantly echoing, vibrating, and accumulating in the field.
Finally, the explosion!
Where the two realms intersect, there is no sign of fusion at all, but rather constant collision and fighting.
Both are blood demonic powers, but one overwhelms others with force, like a mountain or a sea, as if to drown everything directly.
But the other one, with his sonic vibrations and extremely crushing force, shattered the blood magic power, and was not at a disadvantage.
This person is none other than Grand Duke Edward Cullen, a vegetarian who has settled in the Sky Mountains and is an outlier among the vampires.
At this moment, he raised his head slightly and looked at the old vampire in the blood moon with a slightly ferocious expression.
Grand Duke Toledo was extremely angry, and his voice seemed to turn into a scream, echoing between heaven and earth.
"Karen, Karen, you are a scum, a scum, a fool, a moron of the vampire clan. How dare you appear before me?"
The disgust on Grand Duke Karen's face was hard to conceal. He said fearlessly, "I'm here. What can you do?"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Come on! Come on! You've tried to kill me more than once or twice. Come on if you dare!"
"You think I don't dare?"
"What are you afraid of? I still remember that you destroyed my family, killed my descendants, and proposed to expel me from the blood clan at the blood clan council.
Hahaha, who knew that the derogatory term "vampire" didn't actually originate from the human race, but was imposed on my Cullen family by you."
"Toredo, Toredo, you deserve it that all your direct descendants are extinct, either rebelling or trying to chop off your head.
If you hadn't been so lucky and found a dimension, you would have died eight hundred times already."
Grand Duke Karen had lost all his composure, standing there with his hands on his hips cursing, and he actually looked like a shrew.
The Grand Duke of Toledo was extremely angry. If it was really his enemy who scolded him, he really wouldn't care.
But only your own kind know your weaknesses and will attack you without restraint.
Grand Duke Toledo was furious, but calmed down. He said, “It seems that you are really going to stand in front of me for a human?!
If that’s the case, then die!”
The next second, the blood moon shone brightly, creating a huge blood-colored wave between heaven and earth. Then, as the blood moon fell, it crushed down with an unparalleled momentum.
Under such an attack, Grand Duke Karen remained calm. He just looked up, as if answering, or as if talking to himself.
"People often say that giving timely assistance is worse than icing on the cake, but I think that as long as I can repay this favor, the benefits will be considerable."
"When the Flower Territory was about to lose, I said I wouldn't dare to make a move no matter what. But now, the magic tanks are almost pushing the Norman Duchy down.
If I still don't dare to take action, then I've lived for so many years in vain!"
"I have to thank you, Grand Duke Toledo. Otherwise, this opportunity to show mercy would be really hard to find!"
"Besides, stopping you is safer than stopping other legends. After all, they won't bother me later just for a vampire!"
While his thoughts were racing, the blood moon in the sky had already fallen. Even though Grand Duke Karen had been mentally prepared, he had used all his means.
But his bloody domain was almost crushed.
However, just when Grand Duke Toledo wanted to defeat Grand Duke Karen in one fell swoop, a slender figure walked out from the shadow of Grand Duke Karen.
The same blood-colored domain appeared, but it did not consume the Grand Duke Karen's domain at all. Instead, the two merged into one and pushed the blood moon back.
Grand Duke Toledo was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something and shouted, "That drop of ancestor's blood actually fell into your hands?"
Grand Duke Karen chuckled and said, "That's right, not only did it fall into my hands, but it also made me a vampire duke.
How about it, unexpected, right? "
"Come, let me introduce you. This is my wife, Archduchess Lucy Cullen."
Before she finished her words, the slim woman opened her mouth and let out a sharp scream. The frequency of the sound was so high that it was beyond the range that the human ear could detect.
Eventually, the high-frequency shock waves and infrasound waves combined to shatter the surging sea of blood in a way that could not be detected by the naked eye.
The battle between the vampire dukes here also turned into a two-on-one fight.
The blood color illuminates the world, and wherever it passes, the sea of clouds dissipates.
It looked like a huge blood-red moon hanging in the sky, so close that it was about to fall to the ground.
…
Another place.
At the end of the Tianqiong Mountains, on top of a towering peak, a thin man slowly stood up.
He is only about 1.6 meters tall, with a handsome face, and his smile gives people a sunny and cheerful feeling.
He was so skinny that he looked like skin and bones, weak and small.
But it is he who does the most incredible things.
He casually dusted himself off, and when he looked up into the distance, the gentleness in his eyes had faded, leaving only iron and blood.
Dark yellow earth-type fighting spirit flowed out from his body. It was no longer just a light, but it flooded over like water.
It then moves down along the body, covers the top of the mountain, and spreads downwards until it reaches deep into the ground.
The fighting spirit of a legendary warrior is naturally powerful, but to be able to directly cover an entire mountain is too exaggerated.
But what is even more exaggerated is that, along with the covering, penetration and penetration of the earth-type fighting spirit,
Then the mountain began to shake.
Amidst the loud explosion, an arm broke out of the ground, drilled out from the mountain, and then smashed into the ground, exerting force and holding it up.
Then, the rocks collapsed and the grass and trees broke, and a giant earth and stone monster that was a hundred meters tall and looked like a gorilla stood up.
The khaki fighting spirit hangs down from its body, like golden hair. Looking at the appearance of this giant beast, it is a living overlord of the land, the strongest combat weapon of the Orc Empire, the Behemoth.
Even if it is just earth and stone shaping, fighting spirit gives it vitality,
But when this behemoth roared to the sky and pounded its chest, its power was worthy of being called earth-shaking and astonishing.
As for the thin man, he had already appeared above the Behemoth's head.
There, the crowns on his head formed a dark golden throne. He sat casually, with his legs crossed, looking relaxed.
He gazed into the distance and whispered, "Now that the stage is set, it's time for me to take the stage!"
"Behemoth, let's go."
roar!
There was a roar, as if it was an answer or an agreement, and then the giant beast bent its knees, jumped, and flew into the air.
With its body size, it should look clumsy, but in fact, it is more flexible than you can imagine.
It is not flying, but simply jumping, crossing thousands or tens of thousands of meters in one leap.
When it landed, the ground shook and a big hole was created. The solid ground around it spread outward like waves.
The Behemoth took advantage of the force, bounced up, and leaped into the air again.
Although this way of moving forward does not seem as convenient as flying, it is really shocking as if the mountains are collapsing and the sky is falling.
On top of the Behemoth's head, the thin man seemed to particularly enjoy this exaggerated way of moving forward, and was still combing his messy hair.
The war against Flower Territory is led by the three giants of the coalition. Naturally, each of them has to send a legend.
We can only send one legend!
The man before him was none other than the legendary Slavic warrior, battle-axe master, known as the 'Mountain-Mounter', His Majesty Theodore Osvaldo.
Although he doesn't look like a Slav, he has the purest Slavic blood. It's just that he was injured in the womb, so he was developmentally delayed and is thin and small.
You can imagine how miserable Theodore's childhood was in the Slavic Empire, where the pursuit of power and strength was fanatical to the core.
'Shorty', 'thin', 'infant', 'dwarf', these titles accompanied him at every stage of his growth.
I don't know how many people suggested that he be executed, believing that his survival would be a stain on the Slavic bloodline.
But he had a strong father who beat up anyone who dared to be noisy or talkative.
His father gave him the most love, and in this environment, his desire for power was deep-rooted.
Countless people have advised him that his physique is most suitable for training as an assassin or a thief, not a warrior, let alone a berserker.
But he just didn't want to. Instead, with great perseverance and persistence, he practiced and grew step by step until he became the so-called mountain mover.
He was still thin, but when he achieved the power of natural disaster, awakened the earth-type fighting spirit, and pulled up a mountain, used it as a weapon, and threw it in front of his enemies, no one dared to mock him anymore.
It is also the ultimate pursuit of power. When he achieved his legend, he killed an exiled Behemoth beast and used its soul and his own fighting spirit to condense this Behemoth beast soul.
Relying on the soul of the Behemoth, he crushed the castles of the families that had mocked and ridiculed him.
Until the Tsar appeared before him.
Thus, the Slavic Empire gained a legendary protector of the country, His Majesty Theodore Osvaldo the Mountain Mover.
This time, the enemy he had originally intended to encounter was actually the ancient red dragon Virgil Berry.
Because, Behemoth and the dragon should have a battle to decide the winner and to see who has the greatest power.
But who could blame him for being too far away, allowing the Green Dragon Knight Quentin Perkins to get there first.
However, an ancient red dragon with the title of "Final Burning" is naturally worthy of being besieged by him and another legend.
As for Roy?
He is quite good, and his strength is so strong that he doesn't seem like a natural disaster, but in the end, he is only at the fourth level.
In any case, he didn't want to be labeled as a "bullying the weak", that would be too embarrassing.
Therefore, Roy must die, but let it be left to 'Blackfire' Farin Zacharias.
Anyway, he has already lost face, so he shouldn't mind losing face again.
As this thought was still flashing through his mind, a sense of crisis came over him and he suddenly tilted his head.
At this moment, a ray of fighting spirit passed through his hair.
Silently, without any movement, not even the fluctuations of fighting spirit or ripples in space were made.
But the falling hair still made him stunned.
He reached out and caught it, his eyes lingering on the hair for a long time, and finally looked up again.
Then, he saw a figure thousands of meters away in the sky. There was no fluctuation of fighting spirit in his body, but he was moving backward at high speed.
As a result, the two sides maintained a relatively static state.
At this moment, Theodore lost his previous relaxed demeanor and stood up, asking, "Who are you?"
The man laughed and said, "You came to the Norman Kingdom to stir up trouble, and you actually asked me who my master is?
Is this a bit too much?"
"The Lord of the Norman Duchy?"
Theodore Osvaldo muttered this sentence, as if remembering something: "Are you the legend behind the Norman family? You actually came back from the astral realm?"
"Hehe, I didn't want to come back, but who told you to go too far? You came to my territory and bullied my descendants. How could I not come back?"
"Your descendant, but his last name is 'Raymond'!"
"But you can't deny that he is half Norman!"
“I can’t deny it, but, if I remember correctly, your name is Beto Reyes Norman, a legendary assassin who has killed countless kings.
When you were still active, you were called the 'King of Assassins' and were also known for being emotionally aloof.
How can you let me believe that someone like you would come back from the star realm just for countless generations of descendants?
Hehehe!!!"
"I can't refute what you said,"
His Majesty Beto actually nodded, but then he changed the subject and said, "But, my descendant is rich!
He paid over a million gold tyres in one lump sum to hire me. With such a large sum of money, I think it's not impossible for me to come back!"
"Then there's nothing more to say?"
"I think so."
"Then fight."
roar!
The Behemoth took the lead in attacking. When it raised its big hand, countless spikes shot into the sky. The covering attack was like a dense rainstorm.
There is no place to hide, no place to avoid
And the 'King Assassin' Beto disappeared from his place with a turn of his body.
Then, his figure appeared in the entire sky, with a dark short blade in his hand pointing far away.
There was no light of fighting spirit, but there were solid rays of fighting spirit that spanned thousands and tens of thousands of meters, trying to pierce countless holes in the Behemoth.
Another legendary battle begins!
PS: I think this chapter cannot be separated, it would be more enjoyable if you read it all at once.
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