Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope's right arm slammed down, and the icicles charged towards Mekal as soon as they got the order.

The latter hurriedly used divine power to raise a golden protective cover and sheltered himself in it.

——Although Mekal is a heroic god who slaughtered dragons and snakes, he does not have the element of "steel", and of course he does not have the iconic immortality of the god of steel.

"Storm! Turn it into a sharp blade!"

When all the surrounding ice thorns disappeared, Mekal used his authority and blew a strong wind.

He also saw the attack of Veleslana just now. Thunder is ineffective against the Demon King in front of him, so he temporarily abandoned the strongest Thunder Spear and output wind pressure with all his strength.

The storm was as sharp as a knife, swirling and severing a hillside and attacking Rope.

"—I will only sleep peacefully under the death I choose! Here, I refuse any form of harm, and all forces that intend to harm me will be sealed off by oath and cannot invade!"

Using the second power - "Oath of Protection", Rope refused the cutting of the storm and rushed forward with the breath of air.

"This feeling... the heroic god of steel!?"

As a heroic god, Mekal immediately noticed the origin of Rope's power.

His complexion changed, and he quickly used his ability as the god of agriculture to grow a towering tree under his feet, and lift his huge body into the sky.

"Inherent time control - ten times the speed."

How could Rope let him escape, and along the trees, he drove his accelerated body towards Mekal.

The distance between the two was fleeting. Although the dragon slayer was in a blind spot of vision, the warrior's instinct still allowed him to open his palm as big as a fan, and clenched Ropey's fist tightly.

Cropey has more than two hands!

Madness hell appeared beside Mekal like a TV image, and countless nails were slammed down, and the fists fell on every point on his chest armor.

Click!

After a strange sound, Mekal not only shattered his armor, but also smashed people into the glacier.

"Hmm! Brat..."

The frustrated Mekal climbed out of the glacier, stretched out his palm and ordered.

"The legions of the underworld! The ruined locusts! In the name of Mekal, order you to drown the enemy in front of you! Drag him into the icy abyss!"

From the ground, the dead crawled out of the glacier wearing ragged clothes, and the sky was dark, and bloodthirsty monsters flew like clouds!

It only takes a glance to see that these existences are just trash fishes that Mekal wants to stall for time.

The dragon slayer is quite distressed now. His two most powerful weapons are fighting with Veleslana, while the storm and thunder have no effect on the demon king in front of him, not to mention the others, because the fields involved are too wide Too complicated, Mekal does not have a hole card that can be pressed against the bottom of the box now.

Just when he was troubled by Rope's coping methods, there was a voice that made matters worse.

The war god of the east stopped fleeing, carrying the wheel of incarnation on his back, radiating like a little sun.

"Language is light. Word spirit is light. So light, word spirit, become my sword, my blade!"

In his hands, countless smiling lights gathered into a sword.

The curved blade, with the Persian holy text engraved on the back of the sword, is Veleslana's strongest means as the God of Victory.

The Sword of Word Spirit of the God of Killing God!

"Chaser YagrushAymur! It was a weapon given to you by Kuchar Hassis, the god of craftsmen in the past! As Baal, you used them to draw the Dragon King Yam away from the throne and killed him! With this crusade, You have only ascended to the throne of the God King!"

Split, stab, chop, cut, wipe, pick, twist, sweep—

The war god from the east showed all the essence of swordsmanship, this is the "skill of the gods" that is absolutely superior to human beings!

Gradually, in the process of the fight, Mekal's stick slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the word spirit of tearing the godhead was playing a role.

"Forged the sword of wisdom of old armour? It's annoying gold."

Merkal stretched out his hands and let out a high battle cry.

The offensive of Yagrush and Aymur in the sky stopped, and they returned to Mekal's hands like a pullback.

The dragon slayer is not stupid. If he continues to fight the Word Spirit Sword of the God of Victory, he will gradually improve the Word Spirit and destroy only his strongest weapon.

Just as he held the wooden stick in his hand, he immediately waved it back.

Rope, who was noticed, could only switch from attack to attack, and put his hands in front of Xiong to resist the attack from the Merkal armed forces.

Very strange.

Obviously Rope didn't feel much strength, but a strange impact went down his hands and spread to every corner of his body, smashing him out like a meteor.

Along the way, Rope broke through an unknown number of obstacles and finally stopped on a rock wall.

"Repulsor, so that's the case..."

Chapter [-] The rain of death, the burning war god

Yagrush and Aymur.

These two wooden sticks represent "exile" and "repulsion" respectively, in other words, they are an alternative embodiment of the power of Mekal's storm and thunder.

Wind is exile, thunder is repelling.

Instead of inflicting direct elemental damage, it is passed on to the victim in the form of concepts.