Tribute to the Demon King

The damage he suffers will be shared by the kingdom under his feet; his attacks will also be guided by this world; his power is endless, and the sky, earth and water will supply him.

Instead, the enemy he designated will be cursed.Being under heavy pressure, refusing to breathe, unable to fly, the air around him gelled, heat and moisture escaped from him.At the same time, requests to call for strength from nature or to replenish oneself will be rejected, and at the same time, they will be rejected by the world and be plagued by bad luck.

In short, the whole world was against him.

What Zhou Yi holds is such absurd power.

……Why is this so?Obviously just a guardian, but was forced to become a tyrant and a god of war.

Zhou Yi sighed and called out.

Then, the surrounding air and the earth riot together——

There was a rumbling thunder, and thick and dark rain clouds quickly gathered over, completely obscuring the light of the setting sun.

In less than two seconds, the gloomy wind howled, and the torrential rain like a waterfall fell without warning.

However, in the very center of the rain cloud, Zhou Yi was not drenched by the rain.

The lava under Zhou Yi's feet calmed down in an instant, turning into a flat and smooth marble floor - this is the most suitable terrain for Zhou Yi's martial arts.

A crimson flame like blood was ignited on his body, and this flame circulated on his body like a living creature, forming an illusory armor.A crown of golden flames was suspended above his head, like a sacred halo.

Zhou Yi could feel that there was unprecedented tyrannical power coming from his body.If his legs are still intact at this time, he should be able to easily use the speed similar to the God of Disobedience.

In this expanded field, his speed can almost reach the level of any teleportation.

It's not teleportation, but the speed that is close to teleportation - the gap between them is huge.At least the former will not bring Zhou Yi the terrifying potential energy enough to hit a giant dragon into the air.

It is a pity that his severed limb has not been repaired.

"Is this your power?"

Being suppressed by Zhou Yi, Ahura Mazda asked with great interest: "Which guardian of Christianity are you killing?"

"If you want to say something," Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, and then replied decisively, "It should also be said to be the [Godlike One], the guardian of Eden."

"...Is it actually Michael?"

Immediately, Ahura Mazda was in awe of Zhou Yi: "The first time I killed a god, I killed that archangel... You really deserve to be the son of a friend."

There is still some rationality in his words.However, the energetic appearance when he was just resurrected from the light before was gone.

The golden bow that was so dazzling just now has been extinguished, and like an ordinary wooden bow, it has completely lost its brilliance.

Zhou Yi felt that the aura of the young god in front of him had begun to decline significantly.At a speed visible to the naked eye, there were even wrinkles on his face—for the sun god, this was a sign that his strength had begun to decline.No matter in the mythology of any country, the sun god generally appears with a young face.

——The hero is old.

If it is sensible, it is the most ideal choice to attack Zhou Yi immediately at this moment.Stay a little longer, and Ahura Mazda's power will continue to be weakened by Zhou Yi's authority.

However, even though Zhou Yi denounced him as a dragon and heresy, Ahura Mazda was still proud.

Wearing a loose holy white robe, the dark-faced young god slowly retracted his bow, and then pulled out a huge scimitar from his waist.

Then, he solemnly pointed the knife at Zhou Yi, without saying a word, his eyes shone almost dazzlingly.

Its meaning is self-explanatory.

As I said before, when the sword is drawn is the time for the decisive battle.

Zhou Yi knew it clearly, and pulled out the scarlet magic spear from his side.Because he lacked a hand and a foot, he didn't take the initiative to launch an attack, but stood quietly waiting for Ahura Mazda's attack.

And at the same time when the magic gun left the ground, as if a switch had been pressed, a sudden change occurred.

The squall suddenly tripled in intensity—it was no longer rain, but a real splash of water.But the brilliance of the flames around Zhou Yi dispersed the rainstorm around him, and for Ahura Mazda, the curse of the heavy pressure he endured turned every raindrop into a real arrow.

At the same time, the ground beneath Ahura Mazda's feet suddenly melted and turned into a sticky swamp.The young god who was targeted by the world exhausted his energy just by moving.

But there was still light shining in his eyes.

"You should see that this kind of good thoughts, good words and good deeds burn like sunlight and thin like a knife's blade—"

The second time he uttered the word spirit, the flames on his huge scimitar ignited loudly, driving away the rainstorm around him.

The white robes all over his body gradually burned.It was divine power close to the arcane technique used by his priests.

Turn all the remaining vitality into divine power, and the vitality burning like the sea will wash away the curse that Zhou Yi bestowed on him.

As if meeting for the first time, the young man deified into a white comet, and the blazing divine power burned quickly, dispelling the colloidal air around him and attacking him with a bang.

The air was furious and screamed sharply, forming air walls to stop Ahura Mazda, but it was easily crushed by the young god who charged bravely.

"That's right...!"

Looking at the mortal enemy who was attacking happily, Zhou Yi also smiled and praised loudly.

Then, he slowly lowered his body mercilessly, and hit the mortal enemy with the blow that he was most proud of.

The icy mantra wrapped around him, crawling around like thorns, spreading out on the ground.

"pierce--"

Zhou Yi shouted in a low voice, staring at the young god with both eyes, the spear in his hand suddenly brought out an afterimage.

Ahura Mazda slashed towards Zhou Yi in a simple and unpretentious way—it was slower than every previous cut, but sharper.

Near the youthful god's sword, the space crackled and cracked, even the sound was torn apart.But such an attack, Zhou Yi did not block him.