Idle game leads to another world

When Li Chengxi was talking to the three goddesses about the advent of the saint, in the forest near the Blackstone Fortress, several shadows walked quickly through the dense bushes and the natural barriers formed by vines.

But rather than walking quickly, it was more like panicking. Their steps were so heavy that they didn't care about avoiding the barbs in the forest. They didn't care about the pain when they fell. They ran forward like crazy as if there was something terrible chasing them.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!"

Among these people, there was Isaac.

The supply of divine power from a higher dimension was cut off by Li Chengxi, and Isaac actually took this time to regain his sanity.

His swollen body seemed to be leaking air every time he ran, and gradually returned to his original size. He fled in the jungle in a panic, like a dog that had lost its home.

He didn't even dare to roar loudly now. Fear and anger were intertwined, and the sound was like the whimper of a wounded beast.

"General Isaac, let's stop for a while. We are already far away."

Among the figures, three are Isaac's personal guards, and the other three are wearing robes and hiding their heads and tails.

The one who spoke just now was one of the robe monsters. It was thanks to these three that he was able to rescue the people just now.

But when Isaac heard the voice, he seemed to have found an outlet for venting. He turned around and picked up the person who spoke just now.

"It's all you! It's all you! You clearly said that the weapon was enough to kill the Demon King God! Why! Why am I running for my life now!"

"General Isaac, please calm down."

Looking at Isaac's eyes that were devouring people, the man hiding in the robe was trembling with fear, but he knew that he couldn't say anything that would irritate Isaac now.

"Think about it carefully. Our interests are the same as yours. We will not deliberately provide you with useless things."

Indeed, their interests are the same. They all hope that the Demon King God will disappear.

Isaac was told that the javelin had the power to kill God. As long as you can get a one-on-one opportunity with Viola, according to past practice, the Demon King God who was watching this scene would definitely send down the Saint in danger.

This is your chance.

Although killing the Saint will not make the Demon King God disappear, it will make him seriously weak, and once the Saint disappears, Viola will not be able to resist at all.

At that time, the tyrant will be unable to intervene in the mortal world for a long time, Viola, who brought the Demon King God back, will also die, and Avarus will not make any moves for a long time.

During this time, it is enough for the Seven Apostles and the Subia Demon Kingdom to make more small moves.

But the fact is that plans cannot keep up with changes.

The Seven Apostles only know that the Holy Sword Ilanmo has the power to kill God. They have never left the Demon Clan Realm and have never seen how to kill God. They take it for granted that as long as the Saint appears, the Holy Sword Ilanmo can kill him.

This is not because they are stupid, it is simply something that people cannot imagine and have never seen.

Thousands of years have passed since the generation of the Seven Apostles that made the Demon King disappear. Now the Seven Apostles are just some useless people who have been lying on the credit book for a long time.

Their abilities are no longer comparable to those of the past, but their ambitions are greater than those of the past.

No matter how good the weapon is, it still needs people to control it.

If the Holy Sword Ilanmo wants to reach the standard of being able to kill the saint, it must be at least a legendary level of 50 or above. In fact, only a level 70 or so Destroyer can do it to have a sure win.

Isaac was forcibly pulled to the legendary level, but he was no longer rational at that time, and the ability of the Holy Sword Ilanmo was not fully exerted.

They can't be blamed for this, yes, Isaac knows it in his heart.

But he is unwilling.

Isaac lost his reputation as a general, lost his honor as a knight, and even underwent racial transformation surgery to prevent interference from the Demon King. He can no longer be considered a demon.

Not to mention that in order to receive a large amount of divine power, he had to endure the pain of burning nerves every moment, all for the purpose of killing Viola and making the tyrant stop.

His fingers slowly loosened the robe, and the man fell to the ground. Seeing the pain in Isaac's eyes, even if he couldn't keep up with the physical strength due to continuous running, he didn't even dare to breathe.

"General, we haven't lost yet. You have to understand that this is a battle with God. It is normal for us to fail, but we can still launch an attack."

"Even the holy sword is lost, how can we launch an attack."

Isaac has been deflated. Not only is his body returning to its original size, but his fighting spirit is also lost.

Just like the white fog in the forest at night, when the sun comes out, the fog will disappear without a trace.

"Of course we still have..."

Another person behind him pulled him, and the guy hiding in the robe suddenly realized and changed his words:

"I heard that the goddess of forest and spring is the tyrant's ally. We can't talk about this in the forest, or the trees will hear it. Please believe me, we can still fight."

Another person also persuaded:

"General Isaac, the existence who gave you divine power was the ally who drove away the Demon God thousands of years ago, and now, you are the only one who has accepted His divine power and is still alive. Please believe in your uniqueness, and please believe us, we still have a chance in the future."

"Do we... really have a chance?"

"The loss of the Holy Sword Ilanmo is indeed sad, but we still have a way. I think you will be active again by then."

Isaac was depressed and half-believing, but it was true that the Seven Apostles had not deceived him. It was just that their actions had misjudged the power of the Demon King.

He was too powerful.

Nothing was 100% certain. Isaac knew that this failure was understandable, but he had paid too much and it was hard to accept it for a while.

Under the persuasion of several people, Isaac seemed to finally relax, and when he relaxed, he found that his body had reached its limit. Red alarms were sounded all over his body. Isaac leaned against the tree trunk and almost sat on the ground.

Divine power is a great increase for mortals, but it also has its limits. Mortal bodies cannot withstand too much divine power.

The divine power that Li Chengxi gave to Viola through the power of life and death and the destiny of God was always within a safe range, but Isaac was not. He had obtained so much divine power before that it was not surprising that his body collapsed. He did not die because the holy sword Ilanmo had a continuous healing effect, which was equivalent to reorganizing his body every second.

Isaac let out a tight breath and sat down under the tree root, muttering to himself:

"I really still have a chance, yes, I still have a chance..."

"No, you no longer have a chance."

The sudden voice startled all the people who were sitting down to rest and stood up.

The voice sounded like a teenage girl, but it seemed to come from all directions, and there was no source of the sound.

"Who is it! Who is there!"

Everyone grabbed their weapons, formed a circle, and looked at the dark forest vigilantly.

Four or five figures walked out from behind the tree trunk the next moment. They were wearing pure black priest robes with silver edges, and the golden palm holy emblem on their chests was particularly dazzling.

"It's the tyrant's lackey!"

One of them tilted his head, revealing a tuft of flaxen hair under his hood, and a round, young chin, looking not very old.

"You are right, but we prefer to call ourselves scavengers, cleaning up invisible small stones for the king."

Generally, priests only use common weapons such as hard hammers, flails, swords, or sticks.

And these priests in black robes all held strange weapons in their hands, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.

"There are only five of them, we can kill them!"

"Kill them? Just you?"

The young voice said with a smile:

"Look at the mist around, do you think it's just water vapor at night?"

Everyone's face changed, and they suddenly felt dizzy, as if all their strength was taken away.

At the same time, a bright divine light lit up behind the five people, and five barriers made of swords and knives surrounded them tightly.

"Blade barrier... You are the tyrant's punishment priests!"

This is obviously not as simple as a killer raised by the church, and Isaac, who was not only unable to move but also poisoned, could only curse in his heart.

Damn it!