More and more 'things' are involved in the siege.

The various magical arts that descended from the sky continued to weaken his body, his recovery ability, and even his fighting spirit.

The 'bullets' fired by the mechanical army merged into an endless wave, rushing forward one after another.

Even more terrifying,

It was the combined power of more than a hundred dragonborn, like heavy hammers falling on him one after another.

"Bang!"

Even though Karl has cultivated the Holy Demon Transformation to the ninth level and has developed a golden body, he still has terrifying recovery abilities.

Faced with such continuous attacks, they were on the verge of collapse.

Palm out!

Spin around!

Change your steps!

…

Various martial arts and witchcraft were performed by him. Under the increasing pressure, his originally unfamiliar skills gradually became proficient, and the methods that were once incompatible with each other were slowly integrated into one.

The ancient knights grew up through hardships, and so did Carl.

The pressure of being on the line between life and death keeps his mind in a state of transcendence, which is comparable to enlightenment.

"roar!"

The roar was like thunder.

The violent sound waves tore apart the flames and fighting spirit that protected him, making Carl's injuries even more serious.

“Swish!”

Just as his body was about to collapse, a pair of strange flesh wings unfolded from behind and wrapped around his body.

The wings of Pale Wings!

The evil god Pale Wings, once an archangel beside the Moon Goddess, is a fourth-rank lower-level god.

Although this pair of wings is not as powerful as when the evil god was present, it is still a genuine fourth-level "magic item".

It's not even an ordinary fourth level.

at the same time.

Carl's right hand also showed traces of pale aura, and he raised his hand to block the claw of a dragon.

The arm was like an indestructible blade. With a sudden slash forward, the dragonborn was torn in half.

"The body of the evil god!"

The three demigods who were watching the battle from afar looked grim, with fear in their eyes.

"Fortunately, we didn't act hastily. Otherwise, with the means of fighting and killing, even if the three of us joined forces, I'm afraid someone would have met with an accident."

"Fortunately..."

'By now, all the means of fighting and killing should have been revealed, and the aura has begun to weaken. Defeat is inevitable!'

The fighting continues.

The wings behind Carl flapped continuously and his arms struck back and forth. Dragonborn were torn to pieces, mechanical chariots were blown to pieces, and the gods' followers who did not have time to escape were crushed.

Thunder! Fire! Lava!

Wild winds and flowing water!

…

All kinds of energy between heaven and earth were summoned by Carl and became weapons for killing and taking lives.

“Swish!”

Twelve giant pillars suddenly appeared.

The twelve zodiac signs!

With the help of the power of the Star Palace, Carl's figure could change and appear under the twelve giant pillars at any time.

The original weak situation continued again.

Time passes slowly.

The sky brightened and then darkened, darkened and then brightened, mountain peaks collapsed, and low hills emerged.

During the fighting that lasted for several days, blood fell from the sky like rain, and powerful figures fell and died one after another.

Corpses filled the gullies.

Various mechanical products have become ruins.

Dragonborn, followers, chariots, chaotic species...

A murderous atmosphere permeated the area within a thousand miles, and the roars and growls gradually weakened.

The figures fighting above were moving slower and slower, but their efficiency did not decrease, but became faster.

Punch!

All his strength vibrated out, and a flying object hundreds of meters away exploded out of thin air and scattered all over the ground.

Sideways high five.

A dragonborn covered in wounds let out an unwilling roar, his entire body tore apart and he died on the spot.

…

"puff!"

Carl froze.

His dazed eyes regained some consciousness, he lowered his head to look at his chest, and opened his mouth to let out a muffled groan.

But he saw an inconspicuous arrow piercing through his heart and nailing him in mid-air.

This is……

Hunting Arrows!

A fourth-level wonder! "Haha..." With a loud laugh, a golden dragon nearly a thousand meters long appeared above:

"Fight and kill!"

"Your power is less than 20% of your peak, and you have already exhausted all your means. How can you fight us?"

"roar!"

The dragon opened its mouth wide and a golden flame spurted out of its mouth, instantly engulfing Carl.

Its dragon flame contains the power of the fourth level, which is enough to burn lower-level gods.

Level 3...

Once it is touched, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone and the target's life will not stop until it is burned dry and completely.

Accompany it.

Dozens of wind blades appeared out of nowhere.

The wind blade cut through the void, like a blade that pierced through dimensions, and instantly passed through Carl's body several times.

"careful!"

Leopold, holding a longbow, shouted from a distance: "It's an illusion!"

Wherever the dragon flame and wind blade passed, the figure quietly disappeared. It turned out to be just an illusion, not the real body.

A few miles away.

Carl, with tattered clothes and bruises all over his body, slowly emerged.

He looked at the three people with a calm expression:

"You are so patient that you have been able to hold out until now before taking action. Aren't you afraid that your men will rebel?"

"snort!"

Changlong turned around and snorted:

"They are just some dragonborn that can be created at any time. After taking away the origin of the world, they can have as many as they want."

"Compared to the dead gods' followers, it is more worthwhile to wear down your strength." Leopold said: "Fight and kill!"

"The energy of the fourth-level rare item in your hand has been exhausted, and the evil god's body can no longer draw on its power."

"You now..."

"How can you fight us?"

"Heh..." Carl chuckled: "If that's the case, why don't you do it?"

There was silence in the field.

Only the howling wind.

The reason why the three of them said so much was to cheer themselves up and suppress the fear in their hearts.

Over the past few days, they have witnessed with their own eyes Carl's tireless fighting. He roamed the battlefield like a god of killing. Even though he was covered in wounds, he was still able to kill his opponents every time he looked like he was about to collapse.

The mountains of debris on the earth are proof of this.

Even a demigod.

I'm scared too!

"Get started!"

Sack spoke first, and with one hand he threw something that looked like a whistle and it floated into the air.

“Woo…”

The wind is howling.

Countless wind blades surged out from the whistle, forming a wave and rushing towards Carl.

The fourth-level wonder—the wind whistle! Changlong coiled his body, and golden dragon scales flew out of his body, dancing around his body.

Divine Art - Dragon Vein Spores! The invisible and colorless existence is stained on the dragon scales. As long as it touches the flesh, it will penetrate deep into the blood.

This infiltration is irreversible to a certain extent, and once contaminated, it will evolve into a dragon body.

Until they become the descendants of dragons.

Leopold also drew his bow and arrow, his eyes flashing with a faint light, locking onto Carl's breath from a distance.

The law of fate!

The arrow is on the longbow. Although it has not been hit yet, the outcome of the hit will not be changed.

In the field.

Carl, standing in mid-air, had a strange smile on his face.

"If you guys had attacked me right from the start, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to defeat you and I might not even be able to escape."

"pity……"

"You chose to let others wear down my power, and then you cleaned up the mess."

"This...gives me a chance!"

His eyes fell on the data panel.

In the source column above, there is a four-digit number.

Source quality: 2655. When source strength exceeds one hundred, the ratio of source quality to source strength is one hundred to one, and it can still be converted into twenty-six points.

Add some points!

My heart moved.

The data panel jumped suddenly.

The source quality dropped rapidly until only 55 points were left.

And the source of power.

Source power: 126!

"boom!"

The sudden surge of power made Carl unable to help but roar to the sky, and a violent aura burst out from his body.

The fighting spirit seemed to have received some kind of stimulation and began to undergo special changes.

this……

"Level 4!"

"Not good." Leopold, who had the blood of the God of Hunting, was the first to notice something was wrong and shouted loudly:

"He's going to break through, hurry up!"

(End of this chapter)