Chapter 917:
If the iron hammer is so huge that it is no different from a city, then the five-kilometer-long giant sword, even if it is not as huge as the iron hammer, can still be called an absolute behemoth.
Seeing the formation of this giant sword, the eyes of the God of Forging shook a little in shock, and at the same time he understood that this was the time for the decisive battle.
"...The ignorant new god, let you see the horror of the sun falling!"
The **** of blacksmithing put away the machete and held the hammer with both hands, causing the flames on the hammer to rise again.
The atmosphere centered on the iron hammer fluctuated violently as if it had been shaken by the water surface. The surface of the huge iron hammer was so intense that the flames seemed to turn into lava. Except for the handle, the huge iron hammer was wrapped in full flames.
The iron hammer held high, the flames on the surface gathered, just like the sun that had disappeared for tens of thousands of years in this world was once again hung high in the sky, illuminating the entire continent and even forcing the distant forest elves fleet to start. Through space transfer, retreat from this continent.
If they stay in this situation now, there will be a lot of casualties. Even if the advanced magicians who use defensive techniques on the frigates can resist the aftermath, if the **** of forging just moves the battlefield and fights among them, then At that time, they will also suffer great damage.
Anyway, they have already done what they can basically do, and it took a while for the **** of forging. If the defensive technique is removed, the heat wave of the artificial sun can only bake them to death. In order to Avoiding possible war and unnecessary damage, the fleet evacuated here in order to preserve its strength according to the predetermined plan.
No one at the scene cared about the departure of the fleet. The composite super giant sword composed of high wind, ice, moonlight, and holy sword, and the "sun" held high in the sky, these two extraordinary things are in their master New God. Confront each other driven by the old gods.
The murderous intent between the two gradually became high, and the murderous aura released on the scene was enough to cause ordinary living beings to pass away silently.
The two gods stood thousands of feet apart, scrutinizing each other with the same sharp eyes, as if they were planning to find weaknesses in each other, but they also seemed to be planning to take a final look at the enemy who was about to become a "former" before the decisive battle. .
The center of the continent is filled with the breath of death.
After a short confrontation, as Yong Ye's fingertips slid, the super giant sword that integrated the power of multiple attributes slashed towards the **** of forging holding the artificial sun.
As if to destroy everything on the earth, the super giant sword that swept away rolled up a violent wind, but that wind was a cold wind, a cold wind that froze the earth.
On the way, the flames of the earth were blown out, the dark red on the lava disappeared, and even thick frost was covered in a blink of an eye. Even the sea in the distance began to freeze, and snowflakes floated in the sky.
The mighty giant sword attacked, but the God of Forging was not afraid at all. He injected all his power into a huge hammer that was as dazzling and scorching as an artificial sun, causing the sun-like flaming ball to burst out with greater momentum and even more energy. Shining brilliance, and it just smashed.
Around the artificial sun, a power vortex that distorted the surrounding light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, causing the snowflakes falling in the sky to instantly turn into rain, and evaporate the next moment.
It didn't take long for the combined sword of wind, ice, moonlight, and holy sword to collide with the scorching sun.
————Boom??
With a loud bang, it exploded.
At the moment of the conflict, the space was completely broken, and the vortex caused by the conflict of the power of the top gods shattered everything around, and even the time and space began to be chaotic.
Black Ash no longer exists at this moment, and everything seems to be going to be destroyed, and everything in the material world cannot be spared.
In the end, everything disappeared. The giant sword, which could not withstand this conflict of power, completely disintegrated. The divine hammer that had accompanied the God of Forging for countless years was also covered with a large number of cracks at this moment, and finally exploded. opened and decomposed into atoms.
Only a dark red magic sword, which was located at the innermost side of the giant sword, was spared, but it also fell out of the air from Yongye's control and fell into the bottomless pit caused by the impact.
The main weapons of both sides disappeared, but the battle did not end there.
The machete that had been put away before resurfaced in the hands of the God of Forging, and a fierce smile appeared on the rough face of the God of Forging.
"It is indeed over, thou—the pathetic new god!"
Time and space were crossed in an instant, and the tip of the blade slashed straight into his chest while Yongye was still breathing for the previous attack, slashing his heart, and severing his body and keel in two.
The speed with which the situation has turned sharply is too fast to react to.
The **** of blacksmithing, who was at a disadvantage, suddenly took advantage of the time of the collapse, without even any preparations, so he crossed a distance of ten thousand feet, and suddenly cut the eternal night in two. Carbonize it all over.
Only if it was cut into two pieces, the inextinguishable keel that could not be destroyed should not be cut, and it would still be preserved.
it's all over.
Everything should have ended like this.
But... it didn't end like that.
Yong Ye was cut in half, carbonized and then died, but when the God of Forging smiled again, he was resurrected again.
The pair of dark red light wings behind them expanded rapidly as if Jibril's wings launched a powerful attack. After accumulating power, the size and quality changed. The dark red light wings stretched out like a bow full of strings, turning into a complete shape. The murderous weapon, when the God of Forging was secretly proud, slashed diagonally, pierced through his armor, and plunged into the interior of his divine body.
This dark wing, from the beginning, is not just a simple wing, but the most primitive and terrifying blade.
"---Uh?!!"
An uncontrollable cry of pain appeared, and it was difficult for the God of Blacksmithing to understand the current situation.
Even though he knew that Yong Ye wouldn't die if he was punched through his chest, he didn't know how he could endure the heart-wrenching injury, and he never thought that Yong Ye would be able to revive without taking the damage at the time. After being burnt to ashes by divine fire, he still revived.
On the burning machete, there is a destructive power that can make Yong Ye's heart ring the alarm, but... this flame is weakened after killing him, and Yong Ye is not a death that can truly die, especially after obtaining the death penalty. Even more so after the power of God.
Through the contempt still lingering deep in the heart of the God of Forging, and the consternation caused by the shock at this moment, coupled with the drag from the previous trauma, Yong Ye understands that this is a real chance for a showdown.
The opportunity is fleeting, if you miss this moment, you may not be able to wait for the next opportunity.
When the God of Forging was stunned, he instinctively slashed at his chest again with a machete that was much weaker than before, intending to use this blow to force him back, but Yongye just fought to lose both, Allowing a deep scar to be drawn on his chest, ignoring the blood that was scattered all over the sky, he pulled out the deceased marching with him.
——After a while, the real ending finally came.
The moment of opportunity can be described as a real life-and-death line. Yongye bet everything on the deadly sword, instead of the magic sword with powerful performance.
The unpretentious sword light flashed.
From stillness, it reached the fastest speed in an instant, as if it surpassed the slash of time and space, and slashed deeply into the huge body of the **** in front of him.
I don't know when the blade was pulled out, and when it was cut out, he quickly pulled it out, and then he slashed again with the same speed as before, and the dark red wings also launched a strong attack at this moment.
The heart of the chest was ripped open, and the internal organs were burned by the weakened divine fire. The effects of these pains and injuries were superimposed, and even made Yong Ye's consciousness blurred.
But after swallowing the blood that came up from his throat, he was again driven by the will to fight, wielding the blade and the wings of light, making it fall on the giant's body like raindrops, constantly running through its divine suit and divine body, It was quickly turned into a broken rag and fell from the sky to the ground.
Afterwards, Yong Ye also fell and stood there, staring at the God of Forging who did not die even so, but lost the ability to move.
"...I'm so sorry for disappointing you, it seems...Thanks to your mentality...I won this time."
"...I actually... lost... lost to... the new god..."
In the midst of the chaotic earth, the God of Forging, who was constantly being attacked and cut off the divine body, fell to the ground with his back to the sky, and his mouth was still unbelievable.
"...Forget it...this game...I quit..."
It didn't take long for the God of Blacksmithing to sigh deeply. Although it was difficult to accept, he was still faced with reality and had to choose to accept the reality of defeat and give up resistance.
In other words... he himself was unable to resist, just closed his eyes and waited for the final blow of the eternal night.
Yong Ye's control ability has an upper limit, he can't brainwash a **** to use it for him, and the situation is too dangerous now, and he has no spare time to do that kind of thing.
Now, there is only one blow away from the real beginning of all plans, the final victory constructed by death.