Chapter 442: The battle between ice and fire, the ring of Nibelung root appears in the world, achieving the holy realm! (1W)
"Boom!"
Thunder exploded in the gray clouds of lead, and the vast blue light appeared and disappeared.
The God of Storm's Holy Emblem is suspended in the sky, and the thunder vertical eyes are opened in the cracks in the space, looking around the battlefield coldly.
With the thunder vertical eye as the center, lightning is surrounded by gravel, ice edges, and frost columns, hovering into a magnetic storm. The storm giant's limbs gradually took shape, and the tornado was like the torso of the God of Storm. The strong wind condensed its face, and the eyes shot out pale lightning. The vertical eyes between the forehead were staring at the God of Fire directly in front of it!
The God of Flame stands at the other end of the bridge, with a burning tongue of flame entangled in his body, like a burning volcano, with the crown of flames above his head, and the rolling black smoke swelling.
His body is made of volcanic rocks, magma flows in cracks, and his chest is like a furnace, and he can directly see the heart of the furnace beating violently!
Compared with the Storm Giant, the God of Fire is much smaller, but his will is as cold as an extinct volcano. He quietly confronted the God of Storm, and silently weighed the hammer in his hand.
He seemed to have not taken the God of Storm into his eyes at all.
Thunder's eyes shot out fierce light, and the storm roared ruthlessly.
"Ten thousand years! Brother! You still don't want to admit your weakness!"
The flames and frost entangled on Henghuo and Zhenbing Bridge.
Two extreme natural forces collided with each other.
In the storm, the roar of the gods sounded.
"You will never be as good as me! The eternal flame will definitely be swallowed up by the ruthless storm!"
boom!
The tornado roared towards the god of flames at the other end of the bridge.
The God of Flame suddenly waved the war hammer, rolled up a majestic flame, and smashed the tornado into a chaotic torrent of energy.
Immediately.
The God of Flame made a low and powerful voice like a metal collision.
"You should calm down, brother, learn from the Rock."
"I have had enough of you! In this world, I only need me as the master!" The storm roared.
The words fell.
The two divine powers collided again.
The bridge body began to tremble, and the storm and flames formed an energy turbulent flow.
Above the canyon, blue and white electric arcs were wandering in the black clouds, and falling lightnings sparked gravel on the ice surface, and the fire tornado wrapped in ice blades soared into the sky.
The two elemental giants summoned by Aorong Jinhou can no longer be forged for him, and they will die and annihilate in the remaining will of these two ancient gods!
"Puff——"
Orang Jinxu coughed out a mouthful of blood, shaking her body, falling heavily into the snow, her face pale as paper.
Looking up at the bridge, the two gods' will to destroy the world, and Ao Rong's face was suddenly filled with bitterness.
"Is it because fate stopped me and didn't want the Nibelonan ring to come to the world again?"
Ao Rong's eyes were full of regret and unwillingness, and his Adam's apple rolled, and he said hoarsely:
"But at the moment when I recast the artifact, let the will of these two gods awaken!"
"No...I'm not willing."
Ao Rong's dry fingers bent up again, clenched the hammer handle with force, and a hot flame leaped in his eyes.
"Even without the help of the elemental giant, I can forge the magical artifact myself!"
Ao Rong faced the pressure of the battle between the two gods, forced himself to get up, and came to an altar at the bottom of the canyon.
This altar is the core of the [Forged Sanctuary], and the left and right are filled with the power of ice and fire.
Just just now, Ao Rong used this altar to induce the forging rules of the Vulcan left here and summoned two elemental giants to help forge.
But now, the entire bridge may collapse in the will of the two gods!
clang!
Ao Rong held the hammer tightly, tried his best to forge the bright and bright diamonds.
His eyes were covered with bloodshots, and his already hunched body was trembling in his majestic will, but he didn't even look at the two gods for a second, focused all his attention on the anvil, held the hammer high, and forged it hard!
Ding!
Forging artifacts is the highest pursuit of every dwarf craftsman throughout his life.
This is not for Yeats, but for the thousands of days and nights that have been forged in front of the furnace.
Ao Rong saw the shadows of the past, all of them roaring at him.
"I will never have any chance to forge a magic weapon again!"
"Just swing the hammer is enough!"
"Ao Rong, don't stop!"
clang!
Butterfly-like sparks crept on the ice abducts, and the splashing sparks ignited the Mong's beard.
The embryo on the ice ablade is gradually taking shape.
Aorong hit him regardless of the consequences.
I completely forgot that I was in a deadly battle arena that could die at any time!
The aftermath of the battle between the two gods has already affected the entire bridge. Yeats is in a complicated mood. I don’t know if it is because of his unluckyness that he encountered this god battle, or because the recasting of the Nibelon root ring is likely to attract the suppression of fate.
However, it is certain... Yeats glanced at Daisy's joyful upward mouth... Daisy was happy to see this scene of blood flowing!
"So what should I do?" Yeats looked at Daisy, "Just rushing up like this?"
Daisy rolled her eyes: "What else can I do? Of course, I'm going to beat all these gods down!"
Yeat was slightly stunned and pointed at herself.
"Believe in yourself."
Daisy cursed her smile, her eyes were gentle, and she was serious. She gently placed her hand on Yeats' forehead and said softly:
"Now you... already have the power that is comparable to the gods!"
Yeat was stunned for a moment, thinking about something.
I am no longer the boy who lost his fighting spirit when facing the gaze of the goddess of the Dark Night on the night of the lunar eclipse.
At this moment, I am already the most powerful knight of human beings on the Atrium Continent!
The everlasting fire and the Ice Bridge made a melting buzz. The bursting flames and the surging storm made the battlefield look like the end of the world. Standing under the dark thunder, Ye Zhi's eyes were slightly condensed, and he raised his right hand. A cluster of golden flames of judgment surged, and he suddenly clenched the large bow drawn from the void. "Come on!"
Ye Zhi suddenly activated the moonlight fighting spirit, spread the wings of the God of Poetry, and suddenly rushed towards the torrent of energy that intertwined the collision of the two divine natures.
"The answer is - call it all!!"
On the bridge, two divine powers collided in the middle of the bridge, and the aftermath twisted the snow peaks like dragon ridges on the giant dragon snow mountain into powder. The two statues of gods standing above the two blue and red bridgeheads were thundering their divine nature. The storm giant pulled out the giant thunder axe from the tornado, and the God of Fire scooped up a handful of magma from the crater and poured it on the bronze warhammer.
Boom!
Two divine weapons collided, the aftermath shocked, and blizzards and fire rain fell in the sky!
At this time.
A tiny figure swept across the battlefield and came to the center of the bridge, looking down at the virtual statues of the two gods.
With the will of an arrogant demon, even if the God of Fire and the God of Storm cast their eyes on Yeats at the same time, Yeats' aura can still completely suppress both!
"Are mortals worthy of competing with the gods?"
The God of Storm sneered disdainfully, and the phantom took the lead in attacking.
The giant thunder axe slashed, tearing the clouds apart, and a slash mark broke through the storm. Thousands of thunder pillars fell together with the whistle and whistle!
Dang—
Medusa's shield appeared beside Yeats, and the indestructible shield was covered with cracks in an instant!
However, this unstoppable slash was still forcibly blocked!
"God of Storm?"
The silver-haired knight faced the divine power, and the long bow in his hand surged with bright moonlight. Nine sharp arrows were already on the bowstring at the same time, and a cold curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"You are just a younger brother!"
The moonlight fighting spirit burned violently. The moment the bow was drawn, the [Hydra Arrow] roared through the space without stopping, and the arrow clusters tear apart the magnetic field around the storm giant and penetrated into its empty body.
Legendary combat skills, Hydra arrows, arrow skills taught by the hunting goddess themselves, the strong poison that is tempered on the arrow cluster can even directly damage the divine power!
The God of Storm realized that the divine nature was damaged under the arrow, and he was frightened and angry, and let out an angry roar.
It is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the gods that mortals can actually hurt Him!
"Mortal, you will receive eternal divine punishment!"
The wind and clouds changed, and the thunder in the clouds flashed out. The God of Storm turned his spear and poured the god's anger down on Yeats. The terrifying wind was filled with the aura of annihilation. The storm giant struck nine thunderstorms in succession, gathering into a huge ball-shaped thunderstorm in the air!
Watching this ball-like lightning, the face of the God of Fire was reflected by the vast lightning, and a heavy look appeared on his face. "Mortal, retreat behind me." The dull voice of the God of Fire echoed.
"Brother, you are still towards the mortals!" The Divine Shadow in the storm roared, "We are the masters of mortals, and the Arctic should be ruled by us, but you are shrunk in the volcano and join the humble dwarfs!"
"I want you to see with your own eyes what a big gap there is between gods and mortals!!"
The God of Storm activates divine power to the extreme.
Rumbling—
Spheric thunderstorm bombarded Yeats.
The terrifying aura of annihilation caused the collapse of Xuefeng, and the rolling avalanche could not stop falling.
The lava volcano on the other end of the bridge roared and shook, the magma swelled, and black smoke rose!
"Mortal, die!!"
The roar of the God of Storm attracted the attention of Orong Jinhou.
He raised his head from the anvil, looked up at the rolling sky with thunder clouds, and felt shocked inside.
What did you see?
Yeats actually broke into the battlefield belonging to the gods!
The lightning light emitted by the spherical thunderstorm was extremely dazzling, making the frost and flames on the Henghuo and Zhenyi Bridge pale. This is the power of the gods, and there is no possibility for mortals to resist!
The God of Storm is extremely contemptuous to mortals, but he did not spare his strength to take action at this moment and directly used the power of legendary magic!
Aorong·Golden-Bear's pupils trembled and his face looked frightened, as if he had seen Yeats annihilated in this thunderstorm!
"As far as I go, the three swords are concerned——"
Yezhi floated in the sky, facing the increasingly closer thunderstorm, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes.
"Slay!!"
The God of Greed, the combat skills taught by Mamen, are already comparable to those of the magical skills under the blessing of the three holy swords on the continent! !
Swhoo, swish, swish!
Three sharp sword sounds sounded at the same time, causing space fluctuations, and three sword lights shot out from the void at the same time!
The sword light was like thunder on the ground, with the power to tear the sky and the earth, and it took the core of the thunderstorm. The first sword light, Durandel, was like an indestructible fortress, with solid defense, hitting hard on the surface of the spherical thunderstorm. The thunderstorm seemed to be shaken by an air fortress, and the dazzling lightning scattered in the collision.
The God of Storm sneered disdainfully, as if he saw the mortal overestimation of his ability.
The second sword light followed closely, and Ju Wayus shining with a magnificent color. The sword body changed thirty times in an instant. The twisted sword light disturbed the energy inside the thunderstorm, instantly causing the spherical lightning to shift its trajectory!
The God of Storm's eyes changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The Sword of Broken Steel was like a golden light cannon tearing the sky, and with the will to win, it blasted straight towards the thunderstorm, and suddenly smashed it into a burst of sword light! !
Boom--! !
The cracked and dissipated lightning reflected in the foundation of Aorong Jinhou's eyes, and his eyes were trembling, full of incredibleness.
Yeats... actually forcibly dispersed the God of Storm's spell? !
The God of Storm was stunned for a moment.
There was silence over the bridge, and the stalemate continued to spread.
Yez looked coldly at the God of Storm who was trapped in silence, raised his right hand, and three sword lights followed his orders and floated behind him again.
"This is the real power of the authentic product!"
Mamen looked up at Yeats' figure under the sky, with appreciation in his golden eyes and praised:
"It is because Yeats is greedy enough that he can collect the three holy swords at the same time!"
The God of Flame paid attention to the three holy swords controlled by Yeats, and a surprise flashed through his eyes, and nodded silently.
Fight against the gods with the power of mortals!
No matter in any era, humans with such strength and nature can always be recognized by the God of Fire!
The God of Fire turned his gaze, and his majestic gaze fell on the Aorong Jinhou next to the forging altar. He noticed the objects he forged and realized something.
"Mortal, you may need my help..." The majestic voice paused, and the God of Fire said in a low voice: "No, it may also be that I need your help."
He held up the war hammer, and a red stream of light flew out from the hammer body and fell towards the forging altar.
Next to the altar.
Aorong Jinxu looked at the melted demon ritual vessel in surprise, and looked up at the God of Fire above the bridge, with his eyes shocked. "Is this... mean... the God of Fire is helping me forge?!"
Ao Rong's heart was full of incredible.
With the help of this red stream of light, the recasting progress of the Nibelungan ring has been surprisingly improved! !
After shocked, a hint of emotion appeared in Aorong's heart.
The God of Flame and Forging, with a wild appearance, is the most delicate and gentle person among the gods, who cares for His people.
The Nibelung Root Ring was forged by a dwarf master, and the God of Fire is the ancestor of the dwarf... He understands the forging technology of this artifact, which is normal!
The God of Storm's character is just reckless, not stupid. When he saw Yeats smashing the thunderstorm with the three swords, he put away his contempt for mortals, and did not rush to fight with the God of Fire, but placed his target on Yeats first.
The God of Fire is gentle in character and will not provoke the war. During the period when Yeats faced the God of Storm, he focused his attention on the task in Ao Rong's hand - recasting the Nibelon root ring. In the eyes of the God of Fire, it is much more interesting than the God's War!
At the edge of the bridge of Ever Fire and the Ice, Gray and Xilud looked up at Yeats who was fighting with the gods, with their eyes full of worry.
It was not until Yeats used the Three Swords Rule to regain some situation that the worry in the eyes of the two men faded away slightly.
The giant wolf Fry said in a move: "He can really gain the upper hand!"
It turns out that he is so powerful... no wonder he can suppress Xilude! "I, what do we have to do!" Gray said anxiously. "Rarely approaching will only disrupt Yeats' rhythm, but will instead drag him down." Xilude analyzed calmly, and a trace of loss flashed in his eyes, and he quietly clenched his right palm.
Power...it still requires power that can be comparable to the gods in order to participate in this level of battle!
Xilud suddenly envied Gray.
In the pre-war meeting last night, Yeats also mentioned that he should use the "cursed golden dragon" to get Grey to the holy realm.
The Golden Dragon Clan is the most mysterious and powerful dragon clan in mythology. If he can obtain the resources on him, it is a foregone conclusion that Gray will be promoted to the Holy Land!
But...what about myself?
Xilude's eyebrows were furrowed. To this day, he could not even see any hope of promotion. How could he help Yeats...
The cold wind was cold and the red-haired Valkyrie's expression was heavy. He stared at Yeats' figure in the battlefield, wishing he could fight side by side with him.
It seems that Silude's intention is perceived.
Behind Xilude, the blood-red cloak swayed with the cold wind, and the "sword in the tree" on his shoulder suddenly buzzed and trembled. "This is..." Seeing the vision of the sword in the tree, Xilude turned his head in surprise and immediately turned his doubtful gaze to the giant wolf Fry.
The giant wolf Fryssassinated for a moment, and suddenly said:
"Although the sword in the tree is not the legendary holy sword, it has a close relationship with legendary weapons such as the sword in stone and the broken steel sword..."
The giant wolf Fry looked up at Yeats, who broke into the eyes of the tornado and fought head-on with the storm giant. There was a look of admiration in his eyes and said in a calm voice:
"I think, it is probably the law of the sword that Yeats just now that it also has a connection with the sword in the tree... The sword in the tree is also eager to fight with the gods!"
The sword in the tree, also known as the sword of the gods, his former master once held this sharp sword in his hand and faced the gods' sword, which contained the will of disobeying the gods.
Xilude stared at the rough-shaped big sword, recalling the scene of passing the sword in the tree trial in his mind, and his heart moved, asking: "Mamen... If I handed this sword to Yeats, can Yeats drive it with the laws of the sword?"
The black cat looked at Xilude in surprise, nodded his head, and said: "Yes! The [Three Sword Law] I taught Yeats is very powerful. As long as it is a famous and powerful weapon, it can be guided by the laws of the sword. It is of course no problem to drive an additional sword in the tree!"
After saying that, Mamen raised his chest proudly and licked his claws.
"My spell is very strong, and it can even grow into [Wu Jian Law]. Yeats and I have contracted, and they have picked up a treasure!"
"So that's it..." Xilude's mouth raised lightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "In this way, he should be able to help him..."
Under the sky, in the strong wind wrapped in divine wrath, there were continuous lightning and thunder, and the thunder giant's thunder axe slashed out a series of slash marks, tearing the space, forcing Yeats to activate three holy swords in a row to resist one by one.
The more you fight, the more angry the God of Storm is. There are many good things on this mortal. Just now, he even used the legendary Eriniel to block the inevitable attack!
"How dare you blaspheme the gods! Mortals, welcome your divine punishment!"
The gods have both the existence of mortals as ants like the God of Storm, and also have a gentle and delicate personality like the God of Fire.
Yez's thoughts were like lightning, his thoughts were calm, and his will was rising steadily. He couldn't help but look at the overall situation from a higher perspective... From his own standpoint, there is no right or wrong in the concepts of these two gods.
It is certainly...only strength is the reason for being king!
"Yeats!"
Under the anxious battle situation, Xilude's messaging suddenly sounded in Yeats' ears.
"This sword is for you!"
A sword light rushed into the sky.
Yez subconsciously used the [Three Swords Law] to control it.
Without any obstacle, Yeats quickly took over the right to use the sword light. After a closer look, he looked surprised. Sword in the tree, Gramo!
This giant sword with a rough shape and looks like a dragon-slaying sword is the legendary weapon!
The sword rules in Yeats' body echoed each other with the sword in the tree. His heart moved and controlled the sword in the tree to fly in the air. This silky feeling was like an arm using fingers!
[Three Swords Law] Not only can you control three holy swords at the same time, but you can control one more sword in the tree, it’s no problem!
Yez smiled: "Thank you, Xilude!"
"Snatch the time!" Xilude said quickly, "Don't give Him a chance to breathe!"
Yeats nodded slightly, reached out to control it, and four sword lights split the surging clouds of lightning. Compared with the other three holy swords, the sword light in the tree is thicker, like a black dragon roaring in the dark clouds, venting its power freely and rushing against the strong wind barrier supported by the storm giant!
Boom! !
The God of Storm wishes he could curse.
Even the God of Fire, known for its authority, has never taken out so many legendary weapons in the gods' war!
But, how can a mere mortal man control so many treasures!
"How can there be more legendary magic weapons on you than the God of Fire!"
The God of Storm roared, and the thunderstorm flashed in the sky behind him, and the spinning tornado surrounded the blue magnetic field.
"You must have used tricks to deceive the gods! You are a mortal who is used to deceiving!"
Daisy covered her mouth and chuckled, and sent a message in Yeats's ear:
"I really made this guy say it~"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Other side.
The God of Flame and Forging slowly raised his head, the heart of the chest was red and shiny, and he said sincerely: "The legendary weapons are not worth mentioning to me... The reason I don't need them to deal with you is because... you are my brother."
The God of Storm was stunned.
In His wind-condensed face, Yeats actually saw a humanized expression of shame, anger, humiliation, hatred... just like a naughty child who knew he was inappropriate but was still unreasonable.
"You are still supporting this mortal!!"
The God of Storm roared angrily: "When I bury him completely, I will fight you for ten thousand years, my arrogant brother!!"
"I hope you can really do it..."
The God of Fire sighed quietly.
"My stupid brother..."
Brothers are deeply in love, and it is true that they fall in love and kill each other.
When Yeat saw that the God of Fire had not attacked him, he silently helped Ao Rong to smash the iron, and he couldn't help but feel a little affection for him.
This also gave him the opportunity to fight the God of Storm alone.
The Sword of Wrath, the Sword of Broken Steel, Durandal, and Juvayus, four precious swords from the famous continent kept falling towards the God of Storm like arrows, and temporarily suppressed Him, which made Grey's mouth round in surprise.
"Is Yeats mastering the law of swords or the law of bows and arrows?"
Mamen licked his paws and said innocently:
"Arrowers can fight in close combat... This is also very reasonable!"
The God of Storm saw that he was suppressed by Yeats again, his face was mixed with anger and shame. He suddenly opened his arms and the whole sky suddenly dimmed. The strong wind whistled, and a huge vortex gradually appeared in the center of the sky, like a storm door to destruction!
"Open!!!"
With His roar, the Storm Gate opened immediately, and hundreds of tornadoes burst out from the vortex, each of which was shining with thunder, like violent dragons sweeping towards Yeats!
Where the tornado goes, the space is distorted, the snow peaks break, turning into powder. The strong wind snatched Yeats' body like a blade, and the annihilated thunder kept bombarding Yeats' body!
The thunder of the God of Storm's eyes flashed with cold light, and his face became distorted and hideous in the strong wind... This is already a god-level offensive! It was the God of Storm who burned his will and vented his full strength! !
After this move, the will of the God of Storm remaining on the Henghuo and Zhenbing Bridge will be destroyed forever!
The God of Fire's eyes flashed, staring at the vortex that opened in the dim sky, not knowing what he was thinking, but just clasped the hammer handle and accelerated the speed of forging the ring.
The terrifying divine power enveloped the ice and snow, and even Daisy's face flashed with a hint of solemnity. "This is not fun." Daisy stared at Yeats in the strong wind. His body was experiencing the twists of thousands of wind blades, and the overflowing blood beads dyed the storm red.
The mist goddess frowned and sent a message: "Yezhi... Let's play next time, I'll save you first."
"No... I want to kill Him with my own hands!!"
Yez's cold reply echoed in the messenger technique.
Along with the will of the gods, it surging and burning!
Daisy was slightly stunned, her eyes shining, and the corners of her mouth were raised: "Okay...I'll wait!"
Yeats closed his eyes tightly, endured the pain caused by the wind squeezing, and faced the pressure of the gods, and felt vaguely touching the vague inspiration.
It is enough.
Yez opened his eyes.
The whole body is as powerful as a sharp sword that is unsheathed!
In the soul realm, the mistletoe rooted in the tree of life swayed slightly, dispersing an unrivaled sharp sword intent!
Under the dim sky, the God of Storm turned his back to the Storm Vortex Gate, with a cold face and a sudden shock.
Zheng—
The sharp sword force spreads around with Yeats as the center, killing all hundreds of tornadoes!
The God of Storm was stunned for a moment, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes that shot out the blue thunder lightning, and he stared at the figure of the mortal.
The next moment, his pupils quickly contracted, and a storm broke out in his heart.
"That sword is..."
The God of Fire was also stunned. A fear from thousands of years ago hit him like a sharp arrow. He said blankly: "Silver Ost Sword...How did you...get this sword?"
Ye Zhi's eyes were cold, and he raised his palm and said: "You can die as a matter of proof of my unique skills!"
Buzz—
The Silver Oak Sword turned into a meteor-like sword light, wrapping up the power of tearing apart time and space, and hitting the thundering eye of the God of Storm!
The God of Storm's face suddenly changed.
If the [Dragon Slaying Sword] Balmonk's ability is a special attack on the dragon clan, then the Silver Ost Sword, which once shot and killed the God of Light, is a special attack on the divine nature!
Even if the true body of the God of Storm descends here, he dare not face the sharpness of the Silver Ost Sword!
As the Silver Oak Sword was getting closer and closer, a glimmer of horror flashed through the eyes of the God of Storm. Under the pressure of dying, he shouted: "Brother!"
What he responded to was not the help of the God of Fire.
But the Silver Oak Sword sank into the thunder's eyes, and it sounded like a cracked glass!
Click!
The God of Storm let out a painful gasp and said resentfully: "Mortal... you are implicated too much... One day, you will be backfired by fate!!"
The storm gradually stopped, and the vortex in the sky quietly retreated.
The battlefield was silent.
Flames and frost burned on the bridge of Henghuo and Zhenyi, and in the sky above the blue bridgehead, the figure of the God of Storm was no longer seen.
Aorong Jinxu looked up, with a trace of dazedness in her eyes, and she couldn't calm down.
The God of Storm and the God of Fire have fought on this bridge for thousands of years.
Now, the will of the God of Storm left here has been erased by mortals!
Ao Rong looked at Yeats' figure in the sky, and the golden light that penetrated the clouds fell on him, as if even the God of Fire was eclipsing in front of his light...
"This is really... a feat that is comparable to a god!"
A legend about "Finbury's Winter" suddenly appeared in his mind. According to legend, after the death of the God of Light, one day, He will come back to save all things in the world who are in pain...
Aorong's eyes worship, Yeats quietly cast a layer of mythical color in his heart! "Mortal, focus."
The gentle voice of the God of Fire rang in the ears of Orong Jinhou.
"This final step requires your participation."
Ao Rong was slightly stunned, staring at the forging of the altar, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Just during Yeats' battle with the Storm God, the recasting progress of the Nibelungan Ring soared. It originally took three months to complete, but now there is only the last process left! "It's you... it's you who used the forging rules to help us?" Ao Rong looked up at the God of Fire and said incoherently.
The God of Fire looked calmly, glanced across the broken bridge and whispered:
"The reason I stayed here is because I had the obsession that I could not let go... If I leave, the things I value would be destroyed by madness and paranoia..."
"Fortunately, someone has done something for me...I don't want to do it cruelly."
The God of Fire was filled with relief. "And all I can do is to do my best to express my gratitude."
The towering body of the God of Fire gradually dissipated, turning into flying red lotus butterflies, flying to the [Nipelon Root Ring] that gradually formed on the forging altar.
Yeats looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.
"What does He do?"
"The traces of the existence of the God of Storm in the material plane have disappeared, and the God of Fire has no reason to stay here."
Mamon's eyes were deep and he said slowly: "He chose to use his remaining will to help you recast the main artifact, so that... He can leave with peace of mind."
The next moment.
Yez heard the telepathy of the God of Fire.
"I apologize for my brother's recklessness, humanity." The God of Fire sighed, "As He said, there are indeed weak things in me, which may be why I have never been able to kill..."
"I must thank you, humanity, in you, I have seen the possibility of transcending fate..."
The God of Fire smiled gently:
"One day, if I meet in other planes, I will forge weapons for you with my own hands... Looking forward to the encounter in the future."
His voice gradually dissipated.
at the same time.
Aorong Jinxu was very excited. Looking at the golden light gradually rising on the forging altar, he shouted:
"Complete...complete! This miracle that transcends the era!!"
Mamen held his breath, his eyes glowed green, and said hungrily:
"The legendary main artifact...Nibelon root ring!"
Hoo—
The golden light cuts through the sky and dispels the snow mist.
In the bridge canyon made by ice and fire, a magnificent black and golden ring slowly rose!
The outside of the ring is smooth, and the inside is carved with exquisite patterns. Each pattern exudes incredible magic, and the heart-wrenching pressure surges from this ring! "It's just... it's this human..." The wind stopped, and the God of Storm's resentment completely dissipated.
"I have witnessed your power... You do have the power to control the Nibelonan Ring!"
The ring slowly rose and floated to Yeats' palm.
The moment the fingers touched the ring, a hot breath came from the ring pattern!
Boom—
Yeats's brain was blank.
The divinities in the soul realm entangled, collided and grew stronger with each other.
Seven completely different powers of demons correspond to seven laws related to desire. Under the coordination of the Lord of the Rings, these forces perfectly blend, forming a powerful energy that impacts the material plane!
With Yeats as the center, a golden beam of light rushed straight into the sky!
The light column completely wrapped Yeats, with complicated patterns flowing from the outside.
Aorong·Kinze's eyes were shocked and he said stumbled:
"Is this... to be promoted to the Holy Realm?!"
The light column penetrated straight into the clouds, and a beautiful rainbow bridge slowly fell from the sky, falling directly in front of Yeats.
The Rainbow Bridge has seven levels, and suddenly burst into seven streams of light, all of which penetrated Yeats' body.
In an instant.
Yez's aura continued to rise, and he felt that the shackles on his body were lifted, and his heart suddenly became clear!
A sacred domain-level aura spreads to all directions with Yeats as the center, attracting everyone's attention. "Yeats was promoted!" Grey exclaimed.
Drilling teeth, thinking, "This will provoke a more powerful boss..."
Mameng's eyes were greedy and thought to himself, "Treasure, Yeats must be asked to find more treasures!"
Daisy said with relief, "This child... I grew up watching him!"
Finally achieved the Holy Land!
The bitterness is over and sweet, and you will become an absolute strong person in this material plane!
Yeats couldn't help but smile.
I am now a strong man of the same level as the King of Wild Hunting... No, if you really fight, you can still suppress the King of Wild Hunting because you have more plug-ins!
The soul field has a geometric increase in area compared to the six rings, and can even be directly exposed and put mortals directly into their own domain.
The power of combat skills and spells is far from comparable to that of the High Ring period.
After being promoted to the holy realm, each blow can activate divine power. Divine power comes from faith or self-cultivation, and is divided into different colors according to different divinity.
When Yeats looked at it, he found that his divine power was abundant and his attributes were messy, which was probably related to the "chaotic" divinity in his body.
"It is also beneficial to choose the same god..."
Yez muttered:
"At least there is enough divine nature, and the divine power after being promoted to the holy realm!"
"My current realm is not perfect. Although it is based on [Avalon], it has not directly moved the small plane of [Avalon] into my realm. The power of such a realm will be greatly reduced."
Yez thought to herself, "I have to find an opportunity to convince Vivian, the fairy in the lake, and let her agree to me to move [Avalon] into my realm..."
"If the light realm of the God of Light can be used as my realm, it will be perfect..."
After these days, Yez has deeply realized the position of the God of Light among the gods, and this god is the strongest existence in the camp of the gods.
Any inheritance related to the God of Light is extremely important. "Neffetis promised me before that as long as he killed the nightmare Abaton, he would deliver a stone slab containing the inheritance of the God of Light to me..."
Yez's eyes moved slightly.
"Yabaton, there is a way to kill him!"
Yez remembers that in the plot of the bottomless pit, there will be the Holy See forces involved.
I am already a powerful person in the Holy Land and have an absolute advantage in the battlefield of mortals!
"Plague Knight's container?" Yeats said to himself playfully, "I really look forward to seeing his expression at that time..."
On the bridge, Grey and others looked up at Yeats' figure with different expressions.
"Yets is already at the Holy Realm level..." Daisy murmured with a smile, "In the future, go and see the fun of the Dark Night Goddess and the Moonlight Goddess, and you can call him together."
"I don't know what the elders will react when they see Yeats." Gray thought to himself, "Holy Realm level! The three elders together are not Yeats' opponents!"
Silude was both delighted by Yeats, and a hint of urgency arose in his heart.
High altitude.
Yeats stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the Nibelon ring on his knuckles. He couldn't wait to try the plane teleportation ability of the Lord of the Rings.
Whether it is the Shadow World or the Underworld, as long as Yeats wants, he can complete the teleportation through the time and space coordinates he has arrived!
However, Yeats restrained this thought and thought to himself:
"It's better to wait until the night is quiet before teleporting to the shadow world..."
Ye Zhi looked at the sky and silently planned his itinerary.
After a while, I have to take Grey to hunt the golden dragon.
Look for Valkyrie Brenheld as her sanctuary for Hilude.
Go to the film industry to make an appointment again and meet Teacher Skach again...
"The Holy Land is so busy." Yeats sighed.
I, Mr. Ye, don’t you want to become a time management master!
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(This chapter ends)