The Endless Shuttle

"Damn it, showing off his varied posture again."

Mekar gritted his teeth.

Just as he was about to stand up to give Wellers Lana a disarm, Rope raised his hand to stop him.

"Come as he likes, and all the anger will turn them into the mighty warfare, and then I will ask him to pay it back."

"Um……"

Mekal thought for a while and sat down again.

"Well, kid listen to you, this time you must smash his head with an old club, so that he can no longer make any changes."

After the thunder cloud in the sky was dispelled, the golden beast turned into a streamer and flew in a certain direction.

Following the trajectory of the "goat" flying, Rope saw the familiar black-haired boy.

The same, but not the same.

Greater than before, stronger than before, more sacred than before, non-human-completely different people. Moreover, Rope was conscious of this. Therefore, his heart is also beginning to beat, which is the excitement of hunters before hunting.

"Ah, a disobedient child wasted a little time when he came."

"God of Victory" Velesrana landed from the sky and looked at the two people present with a gentle and casual smile.

"You didn't make you wait for a long time, did you? My lovely opponents."

God killer, **** king, army god.

The most fixed point of existence that occupies the pillar of the week, meet here in Sardinia!

Chapter 58 The Beginning of the Melee

The **** king of the Mediterranean, the war **** of Zoroastrianism, the demon king who killed the gods--

There is no one who is not a famous person. Their power is enough to open mountains and seas and change the landscape. There is no more powerful existence on the earth than them.

Wellerslaner stepped on the strong wind and landed between Rope and Mekal from the sky, closing his eyes as if enjoying.

"This fragrance... I already feel that there will be a fierce battle here, and there will be one person who will win the supreme glory-the dawn of victory!"

"Humph!"

Hearing Wellers Lana's rants, Mekal, naturally irritable, couldn't sit still.

He stood up from the ground, another quaint stick appeared in his left hand, plus two in his right hand.

——Repulsors and exiles.

It was a powerful weapon stained with the blood of "Dragon King" Yam, and it was also the fundamental symbol of Mekal as a heroic **** and dragon slayer.

"The time for big talk is over, whether you are or the devil who kills the gods, the old will use these two sticks to personally send you to the underworld!"

"Mecal, if you can do it, I would really be happy."

It is the time of dawn, the moment of dawn, and Wellesrana, who has a deep connection with the **** of light, is in the strongest stage.

The sun rises from the east-this phenomenon will give the "God of Victory" infinite power.

The atmosphere between the three was rising, Rope gave Erica a wink, and the latter immediately understood, pulling Liliana into the jungle, hiding her figure.

It is impossible for the two knights to fight head-on. The best they can help themselves is the most useful tactic at the critical moment, which makes Mekal and Velesrana vulnerable.

Not to mention Liliana, Erica's "Golgotha's Spirit" is enough to hurt the body of the god.

"Son of the Fool, you let the two little girls out, can I think you are ready to go to war?"

Welles Rana was bathed in the sun, as if she was covered with a layer of gold gauze.

"Think about it, this is my preferential treatment to you, wait until I solve the God of Mekar, then come to fight with you, so your chances of winning are greater?"

He seemed to discourage him for Rope's comfort, and his tone was greedy that could not be concealed.

Enjoying the battle, enjoying the victory, the essence of being the "God of Victory" makes him exalted. Rope and Mecal didn't want to let it go-this was Welles Lana's idea.

Rope just smiled sarcastically, and did not answer Welles Lana's words.

He covered the ground with his hands and recited the spirit of his own power--

"--Oceans, lakes, rivers, obey me! Destroy the enemy in front of me with the power of Wan Tao! Deprive him of his life!"

Under the spirit of words, the water elements in the air were ordered to gather and converge into a stream, and then the stream converged into a rushing river, washing this ancient ruin with Rope as its source.

Let the environment adapt to yourself, rather than adapt to the environment yourself.

Standing on the rushing water, Rope glanced at the two gods who were completely indifferent to it, and whispered.

"Is your fight confined to your mouth? Or are you worried that you will be irretrievable after the shot, and return to the myth?"

"Appropriate metaphor, appropriate metaphor! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

I don't know that it was the joke that poke Mekal, he stood in the stream and laughed wildly.

"It's really confined to lip-synchro battles, Welles Lana! God of blunt words! You are indeed number one when it comes to lip-synching, no one can compare!"

"makes sense."

Being ridiculed by the enemy, Welles Lana is not at all irritated, and actions are always more convincing than words.

Behind him appeared a brown, dreamlike roulette, engraved on it with nine mythical beasts of various shapes, spinning fast, and finally the pointer of that roulette pointed to the "goat".

Boom!

The thunder that was enough to penetrate the ground crashed down.

On the way down, the golden thunder split into two, one flew towards Rope, the other flew towards Mecal.

The battle began between the electric light and flint.

"Don't be too presumptuous in front of the Lord of the Sky! The military **** of the East!"

Facing the "goat" thunder and lightning, Mekal seemed to be humiliated, waving the stick in his left hand and struggling to hit the thunder and lightning.

The extremely powerful thunder and lightning disappeared without even a single spark sputtering after encountering Mekal's wooden club.

"Yagrush and Aymur... troublesome arms."

Facing the weapon of the **** king, even the undefeated army **** felt a little troublesome.