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Azrael grabbed her neck and said murderously.

Annan's strength is strong, and they will admit to failure, but not all cats and dogs can ride on their heads.

This is the pride of the god-killing race.

Artosh looked back at Azrael, his face was full of fighting intent, and suddenly he felt that Azrael and him were printed in the same mold.

However, Azrael was originally the first individual he created, and it was normal to be similar to him.

However, he himself has changed a little, perhaps because of some hunch in his heart.

"...Azrael, my first feathers, go and gather up those who are incompetent, and those of you who are still in combat are responsible for guarding them."

Artosh gave the order lightly.

"My lord, this—"

Azrael was astonished, puzzled by Artosh's order.

"Some weak people like trash fish, don't bother, don't waste your energy."

Artosh shook his head, not paying attention to the goblin and elf seeds at all.

"What's more, it's too late."

"……what?"

Azrael stood there dumbfounded, without divine-level insight, she didn't realize what happened.

"Hehe, that guy is not a good man and a woman."

Artesio put his hands behind his back, smiled coldly, and looked contemptuous.

"A group of weak people who are used as pawns by the weakest do not even know it, including their vigilance and hostility towards us, these reactions are all expected."

It is really commendable to do this with the weakest body.

Artixu praised in his heart, and then thought of Annan, and suddenly felt bad again.

"Wait and see, goblins and forest spirits will be punished soon."

Artixu had a dark face and couldn't help but scolded.

"However, I dare to snatch the gun of the real Nima, and it seems that the beating is light!"

"My lord, what do you mean..."

Azrael was stunned for a moment, and almost lost the light on her head.

"It's what you think."

Artesio looked into the distance, and God's eyesight let him see Annan's actions at this time, "That bastard came here for two purposes. One is to hold us back and prevent me from doing bad things; the other is to deceive God."

As if to prove Artosh's words...

A huge black hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and a stream of light flew out of the imaginary space.

Under the deliberate inducement of the divine blow that Annan had avoided, the power fell straight to the ground without any loss of power.

The laws began to break, and the planet began to cry.

The sky was torn apart, and the earth was crumbling. Facing the storm that was approaching the end of the world, the goblin and elf finally changed their faces.

"What exactly is that?!!"

——I sensed from Avant Heim, a power beyond the ordinary that is not enough to describe.

The thoughts of destruction that made the gods of heaven and earth tremble began to gather.

Can't imagine, can't resist.

In the face of such an attack, the elves made a decision in an instant, and united all—all the fleets, including the virtual enemy goblin allies, to share information.

But even if the various races and fleets use their own observation methods and try their best to grasp the situation, each report is still the same.

That is—immeasurable!

Even the two gods who were also on the united side - the forest god Kaynas and the forging god Okunin were silent.

That is the pulse of power that shakes the planet.

At this point, everyone finally has the same understanding.

- "God Strike".

Everyone is wrong about its power.

In the face of that attack, all the disputes between the alliances were put to the fore—that was enough power to make them have this consensus without any explanation.

In this way, with a unified view, the "Unity" immediately decided to attack Avant Heim with all the firepower.

The entire team of the Elves Alliance, liberates the full-bullet technique of "The Zeroth Protection of the Void".

——It is a technique that destroys the core of the Phantasma and forcibly releases its power. In nature, it is enough to destroy the power of multiple Phantasms with a single blow.

The elves shot out all eighteen rounds that could be used.

All the twelve "Blasts" of the goblin species that were comparable to them were also shot out, and the eight dragon spirits also obeyed the contract, sacrificed their lives, and shot out eight "collapse roars".

"All of this is also in your calculations."

Artesio watched things happen calmly, with the strongest calmness, waiting for the weakest ultimate move.

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Marrow explosion, collapsing roar, the zeroth protection of the void...

The decisive battle trump card of various races, has the power enough to drag the planet to perish together.

The moment when these attacks were released, it could be called heaven and earth shattering.

Several mushroom clouds rose up, and were then torn apart by the shock wave of high temperature and high pressure. The dazzling light pierced the atmosphere of the planet, and a huge explosion could be observed from far in the universe.

But that's still not enough.

The hole cards of various races came out together, and even this could not counteract the divine strike!

The strongest god gathered all the power of the Flügel under his command and unleashed a forceful blow, whose mighty might was beyond human power.

In the collision of the hole cards, the power to destroy everything turned into a violent vortex.

The power born out of common sense is dazzling and dazzling, not only destroying the sky and destroying the earth, but also violently ravaging and destroying, like a man-made star, falling at the head of various races.

"God-species Artosh——what the hell is a god-species!?"

Sink, the leader of the elves, thought through gritted teeth.

That power must be a terrifying divine skill, but if that's the case, "The Zero Protection of the Void" is also a 180 sixfold magic formula that operates through the protection of the creator of the elves, the god-species Kainas. .

Obviously it is also a magical skill, so what is the difference between the world and the world?

Just like ants don't know the world of elephants, those who sit in the well and watch the sky will never know the strongest fear.

The sight of almost shattering the stars in front of them makes people's rationality disappear.

It is impossible to even understand, let alone to counteract this power, so fear arises.

Admit it, this is reality.

Comparing the trump cards of various races with divine strikes, it is as if a mayfly shakes a tree and a man's arm blocks the car.

Not only could it not block the divine attack, but the result was even worse.

Different kinds of forces collide to form a vortex, and even the breeze it generates can tear apart the space, and once everyone touches it, it will be volatilized.

So this vortex of power - what will happen after this?

Even the incomprehensible power still has to follow the normal flow law, so there is only one result.

The vortex eventually shrinks, spreads, radiates, and spreads in all directions.

In other words.

This eddy current will sweep the world! ! !

"Order the whole ship! All the practitioners together—develop the 'Fourth Protection of the Long Distance'! Act fast!!"

Under Sink's order, loud voices rose and fell in the elves, but Sink already knew the result.

This is wasted effort.

Twenty-five years ago, the protective technique performed by 25 people could not even resist the sky strike of a Flügel alone.

After going through that incident, the elves re-edited their protection—no, the sealing technique "The Fourth Blessing of Longevity".

It is also a technique developed by the protection of the god Kaynas, which can resist the strike.

But in the face of the divine strike, the "fourth protection of the long-term" will not be stronger than the defensive power of a piece of paper.

The elves even want to scold their mothers, are they fighting against the Flügel? !

Not only the elves want to scold their mothers, but other races too.

The force generated by the collision with the divine strike shrinks and spreads, and the area affected by the radiation is extremely terrifying.

According to the most optimistic projections, the spread will be more than half of this continent, and everything in that area will die.

In this place where almost all races are gathered——except for a few gods, the rest will be extinct.

"It's not enough, it's not enough."

Artexu stretched out his hand, destroying the center of the vortex of the world, and a sharp spear pierced out and fell into his hands.

The current divine strike was mixed with various powers, and the exhausted spear was freed from control and held back by Artesio.

"Under such a collision, other races will perish, but neither will I, nor will the Flügel."

So, it's not enough.

The move in front of him, at most, is to exclude other races, but it is absolutely impossible to deal with Arto Xiu.

"Are you going to clean up others first, and then fight with me?"

Artesio muttered to himself, while Azrael was thinking behind him.

But at this moment...