Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 952: Fate vs. Creation
"It's you."

The white-haired old man, who was the creator god of the Yaohei side, Jehovah, looked at the Nuwa Saint who appeared in front of him and spoke lightly.

A pale golden code floated in front of him, moving without wind.

"Okay, let me see whether your way of creation is more powerful or my way of creation is better."

"God said, let there be light."

The voice of Jehovah rang out in the arena of the gods.

This is almost His signature start.

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely dazzling light illuminated the arena above the gods.

Under the strong light, countless buds began to sprout from the land beneath their feet. In the blink of an eye, these buds grew into towering trees, rising from the soil.

Each of these towering trees possesses the power of a creator god, and they attack towards where Nuwa is.

Faced with this tentative attack, Nuwa did not move.

She waved her sleeves slightly, and a furnace that could melt everything condensed in front of her.

"Creation, everything."

Nuwa let out a light cry, and the next moment, the towering trees that were rushing towards her were decomposed into countless particles at a speed visible to the naked eye and were sucked into the Heavenly Refining Furnace.

Then, she raised her hand again and made a seal on the stove.

The furnace mouth turned downward, and a five-colored torrent gushed out of the furnace, condensing into a number of sharp flying swords that could cut through gold.

Countless flying swords condensed into one sword, transformed into an extremely huge long sword, and slashed horizontally.

The towering trees that covered the sky were all cut in half by this sword, clearing the area in an instant.

The long sword, carrying the aura of a golden spear, flew towards Jehovah.

The code before Him flipped, and His words became laws.

“And God said, Let there be fire.”

Bear!
In the code, a sacred flame that was unimaginably large was burning violently.

The golden sword that was about to hit Jehovah's face suddenly began to melt from the tip of the sword and turned into boiling golden red molten iron.

Not only that, the flame that seemed to be able to burn everything turned into a fire dragon and rolled back towards the direction of Nuwa Saint.

This time, Nuwa clasped her hands together and the blue light burst out from the Liantian furnace again.

A water dragon leaped out from the Heaven Refining Furnace and swallowed up the fire dragon in front of it.

Not only that, after the water dragon was replenished, it became several times thicker than before, and the terrifying water vapor was spreading, about to flood the place where Jehovah was standing.

Jehovah put his hands in his sleeves and spoke again:
“God said, ‘Let there be soil.’”

As soon as he finished speaking, the soil under his feet suddenly wrapped him up, and endless soil continued to pile up, turning into a giant earth puppet in an instant.

The giant earth puppet opened its mouth wide and swallowed the water dragon like a whale drinking water.

But before it could digest the spiritual energy contained in the water dragon, it was surprised to find countless green vines growing on the surface of its body, binding it into a dumpling.

Jehovah was also vomited out of the giant earth puppet.

Looking at the two giant vine pythons behind him, Jehovah did not move. Just as he was about to be entangled, a spear appeared beside him.

Swish swish!

Countless gun shadows crushed all the approaching vines.

The gun shadows in the sky were directed towards Nuwa, but were intercepted in mid-air by the endless sword lights.

Jehovah grabbed the void again, and the golden Holy Grail appeared in His hand. Tons of sea water poured out of the Holy Grail.

A huge cauldron suddenly appeared under Nuwa's feet, dividing the water flow and protecting her body.

In just a few breaths, the two creator god-level beings fought several times, using all their means.

The battle scene was dazzling for a moment.

Fortunately, those in the stands were all at the level of creator gods, and they could see the details of their fight.

The battle was getting intense. Sage Fuxi suddenly retracted his gaze and looked at Han Zhan who was concentrating on the side, and asked:

"Who do you think will win?" "Saint Nuwa." Han Zhan said without hesitation.

"Oh why."

"Because of consumption." Han Zhan said seriously.

Nuwa and God are both the most powerful creator gods, and their strengths are equally strong.

If we really have to compete, it is indeed difficult to judge based on the realm and strength.

But this is the arena where the gods fight.

"The spiritual energy in the Arena of the Gods is constant."

"This also means that most of the spiritual energy consumption can only come from one's own body. It is extremely difficult to borrow spiritual energy from the outside world."

"Jehovah's way of creation is good at creating things out of thin air. Compared with the way of creation of Saint Nuwa, it consumes more spiritual energy."

Nuwa's way of creation is more flexible than the way of creation. She can even use the opponent's spiritual energy for her own benefit during a fight.

This is her way to win!
Han Zhan's analysis made Sage Fuxi nod in agreement.

At this time, the fighting between the two sides in the arena has entered a white-hot stage.

On the side of Saint Nuwa, she has the Heaven-Refining Furnace on her head, the Cauldron of Creation under her feet, and colorful fairy swords surrounding her body.

On the other side, Jehovah was protected by the Code, with the Holy Spear at his side and a golden Holy Grail in his hand.

The momentum of both sides is gradually rising and colliding.

Various changes and void creations also evolved, consumed, grew, and then consumed before them.

This cycle repeated itself, as if verifying the predictions made before the Korean War.

Suddenly, the Holy Grail in Jehovah's hand clicked and a crack appeared.

The sound when the crack appears is extremely subtle.

But in the entire arena of the gods, it was extremely clear.

For the first time, the expression on Jehovah's indifferent face changed.

The Holy Grail is broken, and the protective light on Jehovah's body is dim.

As one side gained strength, the other side lost strength, and the momentum of Saint Nuwa suddenly declined.

Click, click.

More cracks appeared on the Holy Grail.

Even the God of Creation cannot maintain his prime when his spiritual energy is exhausted.
The balance of victory began to tilt towards the human race.

"you lose."

Nuwa raised her eyes slightly, and a sacred light burst out from her eyes. Her aura rose step by step, and then rose again. She suddenly took a step forward.

Seeing Nuwa's actions, Jehovah, holding the Holy Grail in his hand, was unable to move.

He could only watch Nuwa walking towards him.

"Do you know where you lost?"

“The reason why the Way of Creation is superior to the Way of Creation is that it is flexible and changeable.”

"You lose because, as the God of Creation, you only look up to others. No matter how great the avenue of creation is, it is impossible for you to grow forever like a tree without roots."

"But the Great Dao of Creation is different. All things, birds, beasts, insects, fish, and humans are born in this world and are also passionate about this world. This is the Great Dao that Yao Hei will never understand!"

Nuwa finished saying this.

He has gone ahead of the Lord.

The golden code floating in the air was falling page by page, and the holy grail held tightly in his hand also collapsed at this moment.

The holy spear was broken by the sword energy of Nuwa's sword, and along with it, the body of Jehovah was also broken.

In the first battle, on the human side, Nuwa wins!

(End of this chapter)