God after all

The six dragon gods who were fighting with the boundless army couldn't help being distracted by Michael and Bai Yahweh who were fighting all over the world.

"The majesty is a rebellious son! If I knew that one day you would rebel against me, I would never let you be born from the Black Lord."

"I'm afraid that the ancestor of the gods at this moment has the same thoughts as you."

Hundreds of beams of light burst out from the sword energy, piercing through the infinitely spreading army camp, across the four directions of the sky.

Fighting figures appeared everywhere out of thin air, disrupting the situation on the battlefield.

In an instant, they were in the North Pole of Manical World, and the violent snowstorm blurred the two figures in the sky.

The snow-capped iceberg crumbled and fell apart under the cutting of the soaring sword light, falling apart.

Vigorous and fierce battles were staged in the boundless world, and the clash of weapons caused thunder and rumbles, bursting out brilliant and brilliant sword lights.

A tornado mixed with storms and snowflakes rose along the trend, swirling around the two people who were facing each other.

They disappeared out of thin air again, and appeared in the world capital of Manicale in an instant.

The gods sent eighteen magical powers to attack the seraphs, but they were all dodged by the fast-moving angels.

The wind blades of the sword qi flew in all directions, shredding the bodies of [-] army of gods.

His bloodstained body floated up, hovering above the heads of the gods and celestial warriors.

The sound of wailing resounded chaotically on the ground, spreading continuously.

A game of catching up began, and seraphim figures flew past in all directions, followed by countless beams of light.

The voice of the demon with a human face was hoarse and cold.

The remaining gods and soldiers of the heavenly army had no way out, and they all fought bravely to kill the enemy first, and surrounded and covered the two kings who were fighting endlessly.

When the weapons meet, sparks shoot out, dazzling the world.

Ninety-eight thousand and six hundred soldiers of the heavenly army turned into purple and green streamers and shot out, targeting the brilliant seraph.

"I've never killed a god on the throne either!"

A roar erupted from the gaping abyss mouth, vomiting flame storms, blue light thunder and lightning, monstrous floods, and platinum light balls.

Bai Yahweh and Michael were enveloped by the shadows without leaving any gaps, feeling the whirling and raging storms and lightning.

Wisps of blood flowed out along the hilt of the sword.

Michael clenched his five fingers together, and the devil's moaning words came out of his fist.

A steady stream of blood mist filled the air, and fragments of corpses scattered in a mess.

He used this left hand to pull out the lightsaber in his body, and a burst of golden flames burned the lightsaber into nothingness.

Their bodies trembled as they were intimidated by an inconceivable magical force, and they all knelt down on their knees and kowtowed loudly.

The six dragon gods had no time to take into account that he was in deep danger, fighting with millions of troops.

The beautiful boy showed a smile of victory.With his right hand holding the sword, he pushed harder, piercing the entire blade of the sword into the body of the king of the heavenly army, leaving only the hilt exposed.

The trembling gods all gathered in a group, staring at the existence in the encirclement with terrified eyes.

A beam of light shot straight into the sky, this is the beautiful boy moving at lightning speed.

The long sword that passed through Michael's back from his chest was red, and it was obvious that it was sucking blood.

Glancing at the world below, Michael didn't wait for the opponent to kill him, and took the initiative to meet him, throwing himself towards the beam.

Subsequently, his head was eaten.

Three thousand gods roared, wildly wielding iron rods and spears, and killed the Maharaja Michael who was surrounded by the beams.

"I've never killed a seraph with my own hands!"

The severed wings grew out behind him, forming perfect six-winged wings, which kept expanding and growing.

Michael was shrouded in extreme chaos without a trace, like a lone boat in the swaying ocean.

"The power of Maharaja's sword is not strong enough."

The two quickly flashed to the land of despair.

Those destructive forces collided chaotically in all directions, causing earth-shattering tremors, and the void trembled and almost shattered.

The boundless figures below looked up at the sky together, only to see the seraphim shining brightly, hundreds of millions of rays bursting from the wings piercing the sky, piercing the bodies of the gods and the soldiers of the heavenly army.

"You actually have a demon parasitic on your hand?" The voices of the gods couldn't hide their trembling.

All kinds of indescribable sounds and pictures mixed together, and the vast sky became completely unrecognizable.

The void trembled, making a dull sound like thunder rolling.

Bai Yaya, who did not continue to attack, watched the battle from the sidelines, and witnessed six Eastern Dragon Gods breaking through the endlessly spreading army.

Michael stretched out his five fingers, and the face in the palm disappeared without a trace.

Thousands of beams of light hit the beautiful buildings and shattered them.

"Is there an insult to your image of the monarch of light? I have been parasitic for a long time, when your Highness Lucifer fell into the sky."

"Use me when you need it, let me disappear when you don't need it, you really..."

It made a sticky sound of chewing food, and whispered to Michael in its mouth: "Your heavenly father's brain is quite delicious."

The sky is shrouded in a grand and shining platinum color, forming a magnificent and unparalleled beautiful picture.

The holy light that filled the sky was brought by Michael and the Lord White, and spread over the incomparably exquisite city.

The thing that ate the head of Lord White was the human face in Michael's hand. It had a hideous and terrifying face, and its red pupils shone with evil light.

The gods who witnessed the incident were suffocated, and saw the heavenly father who had lost his head and fell straight from the sky.

This is a magnificent and magnificent city, and the citizens of the city look up at the sky together, stunned by the sudden aerial battle.

Where the murderous aura of sword light swept across, everything was reduced to pieces.

The tragic and heroic battlefield is confusing, and the horror of death is staged.

The sharp blade that Michael thrust out with an eye for an eye was effortlessly grasped by his left hand.

The white Lord who fell into the sky grew a brand new head, and the brilliant image was reflected in the indifferent silver pupils.

Bai Yahweh couldn't bear the suffering of innocent people, so he pierced Michael's body with a sword before shifting the battlefield.

The place where Michael's left arm was missing quickly grew blood and flesh, forming an arm in the blink of an eye, with five fingers pinching White Yahweh's beautiful swan neck.

In the silver pupils of the beautiful boy, a big mouth with grinning teeth was reflected.

The army lined up in the sky collapsed and disintegrated, and in the fierce bloody battle, corpses were scattered all over the field, heads rolled, and countless broken limbs, broken armor and broken armor were scattered in all directions.

The divine chariots, spirit beasts, rulers, and soldiers were all reduced to shattered pieces.

The blood fountain soaring into the sky and the flames mixed together, forming a scene that covered the sky and the sun and filled all directions, and scattered corpses scattered in the sky and the earth.

The deafening roar of the dragon god spread throughout the land of despair, and the echo of the Mandoro volcano could not be dissipated.

The strong wind groaned desolately, and the smell of blood from the battlefield wafted in the air.