Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 599: Demigod Showdown (4)

boom! !

The blazing flames carried with them the deathly aura of the abyss, engulfing the Hand of Holy Light and the divine will in the shield.

With the imprint of the last inscription, the Shield of God Slayer suddenly lit up with a mixture of red and silver-white light, and the dark purple heart inside it made a "booming" sound like a living heart.

The absolute boundary realm can develop an independent law realm and block the infiltration of divine authority.

The divine flame backfired, consuming the divine punishment energy and rebounding at multiple times in a short period of time.

Side Effect: The shield has some self-awareness and will devour the soul of its holder if it cannot be tamed.

Xingluo reached out and stroked the shield. Silver and dark red light flowed in his palm, and a crisp pulsating sound was heard.

"It's done."

He murmured softly, a rare smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Two terrifying forces collided in the thick fog, and the sky and the earth collapsed.

On the opposite side, the Pope's clone slowly opened his arms, and his wings of light vibrated at the same time, splashing countless golden light rains.

"In the face of God's laws, the only fate for mortals is to return to the Holy Light."

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, circles of holy light ripples spread out from his body, covering the earth. Bursts of blazing light and fire burst out in the air, as if even the elements themselves were wailing.

An angel phantom condensed from light slowly emerged, a thousand meters high. The phantom lowered its cold gaze, and in its empty eyes flashed the pure will of holy light, like a god of judgment.

If countless mortals were here, they would have already fallen to their knees, their souls trembling.

Constantine did not move.

"Sure enough, this is just like the power of the Pope that suppressed the continent back then."

He suddenly pointed his scepter in the air, and the surrounding strong winds suddenly gathered into a giant blue snake made of storm winds, which coiled around him. There was a cold light flashing in the snake's eyes, and it roared softly.

"but--"

Constantine's azure eyes suddenly shone like two violent thunders.

"The falcon of the storm is never afraid of the cage of light."

The storm and holy light collided in the sky, and the entire sea of fog trembled.

On one side is the master of storms, the cyclone of annihilation that seems to be able to tear everything apart;

On one side is the Angelic Vessel, which has a blazing holy light that is powerful enough to purify the soul.

The two forces began to stir the heaven and earth, causing tiny cracks in space, and the entire continent seemed to be listening to their whispers.

A showdown that will determine the future is about to break out here.

The earth trembled and the wind howled.

On one side, a dark storm tore through the sky, as if it had turned into a giant mouth that swallowed everything;

On the other side, the blazing holy light surged like a tide, and every ray of light carried the power to purify the soul.

As the two forces confronted each other, the entire continent was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere. Tiny cracks began to appear in space, and the laws of time and space emitted a low whine, as if even the land was listening to their whispers.

Constantine stood in the center of the storm, his long gray hair flying violently in the gale, and dark red lightning flashing on his tattered armor.

In his eyes, the wind element turned into countless tiny whirlpools, flashing destructive cold light.

"Delay time...even if it's just for a moment, we must fight for Xingluo."

He tightly grasped the Storm Greatsword, the Riftbreaker, in his hand. The entire sword was wrapped in the cyclone of annihilation, making a low "humming" sound, as if it was eager to tear the enemy in front of it into pieces.

The Pope of the Holy See of Light has now lost his human appearance.

His body was wrapped in holy light, and golden wings slowly spread out behind him, like a god descending from heaven.

His voice was ethereal and ruthlessly cold:

"Constantine, do you really think you can stop God's will by yourself?"

"Kneel down, repent, and die."

As the words fell, a huge halo suddenly appeared in the void, and countless holy lights turned into golden chains and shot towards Constantine.

"Storm Realm, Rift Realm!"

Constantine roared, and a cyclone a hundred feet high suddenly rose under his feet. The strong wind swept up the gravel, turning it into countless wind blades that swept across and cut off the Holy Light Chain that was rushing towards him.

Boom——!

The two extreme forces collided in the air, causing a roar that seemed to tear the sky and the earth apart, and the thick clouds were shattered.

Constantine's figure was blurred in the storm, and he looked like a storm sculpture, with the Riftbreaker raised high in his hand.

"Come on, let me see the power of God!"

"A lowly mortal."

Adrian's pupils lit up slightly, and the halo in the void suddenly sank.

A blazing white ball of light crashed down from the sky, transforming into a holy light meteorite with a diameter of a hundred feet, carrying a destructive force that was enough to purify all things, and rushed straight towards Constantine.

“Asshole…!”

Constantine tightly grasped the Riftbreaker in both hands and shouted loudly. The storm behind him suddenly shrank and turned into a thick cyclone spear, which was thrown out suddenly!

——Wind-splitting spear, a line of annihilation!

This is a demigod. Every attack is arbitrary, and the magic and moves he creates are one after another. He has long been beyond the scope of mortals. All those below demigod are ants.

Whoosh! !

The annihilation cyclone pierced the air and collided head-on with the blazing white meteorite in the air!

Rumble, rumble! !

The shockwave of the explosion swept in all directions, even tearing cracks in space. The violent wind and holy light intertwined, making the sky and the earth lose their color, as if the world was torn in half.

"Haah...haah..."

Constantine half-knelt on the ground, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. The previous blow had exhausted half of his magic power and vitality, and even his breathing began to become heavy.

"No... You must not fall down..."

"Xingluo, he is still forging the God-killing Suit... I must stop him..."

There was a flash of madness in his eyes, and he suddenly tore the armor on his chest and pressed a wind-attribute magic core into his body.

"Burn, Wind Source Core!"

boom--! !

The storm arose again, even more violent than before, transforming into a storm beast a hundred feet tall, pouncing at the Pope's clone with bared fangs and claws.

"Foolish struggle."

The Pope snorted coldly, and the wings behind him suddenly closed.

——Holy Light Domain·Judgment of the Kingdom of God!

A golden halo descended from the sky, covering an area of several hundred miles. Wherever the halo covered, all storms immediately turned into gentle breezes, and even the air began to be purified by the holy light.

"Constantine, mortals are destined to be unable to compete with gods."

The Pope stretched out his hand, and a ray of holy light gathered at his fingertips, pointing directly at Constantine's heart like a sharp sword.

"I... just don't believe this!"

Constantine's eyes were bloodshot, and the Riftbreaker in his hand burst out with a violent aura of annihilation.

——The End of the Storm: World Breaking Slash!!

He leaped high into the air, and his entire body transformed into a cyclone of annihilation, colliding head-on with the Sword of Holy Light!

--boom! ! !

The clash of the two forces tore the entire earth into a gully several dozen miles long. The sky was engulfed by the strong light, and the world lost its sound.

When the light faded, Constantine knelt on one knee, his Ripper shattered, his armor almost burnt black by the holy light.

"Cough...cough..."

He was coughing up blood and was almost at the end of his rope.

The Pope stood not far away, his wings slightly dimmed, but his eyes were still cold and ruthless.

"Mortal, the struggle ends here."

Just as the Holy Sword was about to strike down——

boom! !

At this moment, a roar was heard outside the Flame Hammer Workshop.

"Xingluo! Come out quickly--!"

It was Constantine's roar.

Xingluo's heart tightened, and he looked up, only to see that the sky outside the workshop had been torn apart by holy light, and the shadow of an angel was fighting in the void.

"Xingluo, hand over that shield!"

"Mortals are not worthy to touch the power of gods!"

The Pope of the Holy See of Light, now completely becoming a vessel of the angels' will, leads the Holy See Knights to attack.

"This time... I'll use you to test the sword."

"Xingluo is still in the workshop!?"

Constantine screamed, his left shoulder was bloody, but he did not retreat at all.

"Even if I die, I will guard this door!"

"A humble mortal blocking the footsteps of God?"

The Pope sneered, flapped his wings, and thousands of holy lights instantly turned into spears of light, falling densely from the sky.

Constantine roared, raised the greatsword, and burned his own vitality to the extreme.

“Xingluo… hurry up… come out quickly!!”

In the workshop, a roar like the apocalypse sounded.

The light of the Flame Hammer's alchemical array suddenly went out.

The door of the workshop slowly opened, and Xingluo stepped out, wearing the God-killing armor, carrying the God-killing sword on his back, and holding the God-killing shield in his left hand.

"This is... the true form of the God-killing Suit."

Xingluo stretched out his hand, and a blood-red light enveloped the entire place. With a slight movement of his mind, the sword, armor, bracelet, and shield gathered in front of him at the same time, emitting a suffocating pressure.

"It's done."