The Wizarding Age

A god is challenged to his face by his enemies on his own doorstep...

At this moment, Saoirse has no way out.

In the Elf God's Kingdom, Saoirse stood up angrily.

A combat avatar whose strength was almost the same as the main body was quietly separated. The two looked at each other, and the avatar flew straight out of the Kingdom of God and appeared in front of everyone.

Gods will never fight in their true form unless absolutely necessary.

The Kingdom of God is like a tortoise shell. As long as the gods hide inside and never leave the house, no enemy can threaten their existence. If you want to kill a god, there is only one way, and that is to wipe out all the believers of the god, cut off the source of their faith and the supply of divine power, and then move your own kingdom of god to fight the god head-on.

Only by using this method to exhaust its reserves of divine power and polish its Holy Spirit and army of petitioners can it be possible to win this divine war under these two conditions.

Therefore, for the sake of their own safety, almost no god would go out to show off in his own body, let alone fight against strong men. (Except for those lunatics from the orc pantheon)

Saoirse is a sixth-level elf deity in the plane of Faen. The strongest combat avatar she can send is only a sixth-level elementary level, which is equivalent to Greem's level.

Therefore, the outcome of life and death for both sides depends more on the use of their own strength and killing experience.

Saoirse's battle clone is different from her normal form.

Saoirse usually looks like a young and beautiful elf girl, but now, she only wears tight-fitting emerald green leather armor, shorts, moccasin boots, a delicate garland of laurel branches on her head, and hanging around her waist. A strange dagger about a foot long.

From Greem's perspective, it was clear that Saoirse's fighting avatar had three thick, indestructible emerald green haloes, slightly emitting the unique dazzling light of the artifact.

They were the moccasins, the laurel wreath, and the strange dagger.

These are obviously artifacts, three artifacts!

In addition, other equipment carried by the clone also exudes strong magical aura, and the lowest level is also some semi-artifacts.

Greem smiled slightly and couldn't help but sigh to himself.

So luxurious...

He is worthy of being a veteran elf god who has lived for thousands of years. Although his strength is not very good, the resources and equipment he has accumulated cannot be underestimated. Unlike himself, except for the Fire God Bead he grabbed and the Book of Darkness that he had grown up with as an apprentice, he almost appeared naked, with no magic equipment visible to the naked eye.

It’s really ‘gods compare to gods and make them angry to death’!

With endless resentment, Greem looked at the other party with an increasingly evil look.

Saoirse didn't pay attention to Greem's gaze, but stepped into his burning field as soon as she appeared.

Endless elven power spurted out from her tall and graceful body, turning into masses of refreshing greenery and flowing in all directions. Wherever the green divine power went, the churning flames were stagnated, and then they were forced to retreat.

The originally scorched and cracked earth was once again dyed green, turning into fertile and fertile land. Small green grass bushes emerged from the ground, and large areas of green grassland spread out in an instant. And strange laurel trees are growing rapidly, growing into towering trees, lying next to Saoirse.

More greenery extends unbridled to the surroundings, competing with the violent red flames for every inch of space.

The flames burn everything, and the greenery nourishes the earth...

Two strange laws with different attributes entangled and impacted each other, turning every inch of the surrounding space into a battlefield, forming a strange situation of red and green confrontation.

Greem stands proudly in the burning field.

The chip warning beeps were already ringing in his mind.

"Warning, warning, the intrusion of alien energy laws has been detected. The burning field has lost 073 of the battle space. Please treat it with caution..."

"Warning, warning, the invasion of alien energy has intensified, and the battle space has been lost by 3. Please expel this energy immediately..."

"..."

Greem's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Vulcan Pearl hidden in his chest quickly began to operate, and the surging flame energy immediately filled his body.

"Haha, fire is everything in this world!"

"Let this world burn violently!"

Like a declaration of war, or a mysterious declaration to the world in front of him, the flame crown above Greem's head suddenly appeared, blooming with a dazzling red light.

Immediately, the situation where the Burning Domain was passively beaten was immediately reversed. The red hot magma and the roiling flames once again became the eternal theme in the Burning Domain.

The invading forest laws were forced back, and the newly regenerated grasslands and woods were once again devoured by flames and turned into pieces of ashes...

Seeing this scene, Saoirse's face changed as the big thorn invaded the burning realm, and she screamed.

"The authority of fire...you, you have the authority of fire!"

Fire authority is an ethereal thing and does not have any specific form or characteristics.

It's just a representation!

It shows the attitude of a certain elemental source towards you!

The flame crown appeared above Greem's head, which meant that the Fire Soul recognized him, and also meant that the Fire Soul had given him certain authority over fire.

This is what gives Saoirse the most headache and fear!

Sirsa has been a god for more than 4,000 years, but her ‘forest’ domain has not been able to expand to the ‘nature’ domain. This also shows that she has not been recognized by the will of nature, and naturally she cannot have the ‘natural authority’ she expects...

Therefore, using the ‘forest’ domain to fight against the burning domain with the authority of ‘fire’, Sirsa is obviously at a disadvantage!

As a sixth-level god-level creature, the battle between the two is not as fierce and wild as imagined, but a bit boring and dull. At this level, they are no longer the generals who rush around, but the commanders who sit in the center and command the world.

Seeing that she suffered a great loss in the domain battle, Sirsa had to rely on other forces.

"Come on, destroy this arrogant demon!"

With her order, the army of petitioners who had been prepared for the battle shouted slogans and rushed out, rushing towards the thousand-meter fire giant who showed his figure.

They are in huge numbers, and they are everywhere...

Each of the petitioners was once the most devout believer of Silsa. After death, they changed their forms and became almost spiritual beings. Their bodies are completely shaped by divine power, but they have all the skills and combat experience they mastered in their lifetime.

Such petitioners who are fearless and can be reborn in the kingdom of God after death are undoubtedly the most precious wealth accumulated by the gods after becoming gods, and have become the main force of the gods to resist foreign enemies and conquer heretics.

These petitioners are either wearing leather armor, or wrapped in emerald green robes, or holding scimitars, or carrying bows and arrows...They shouted Silsa's holy name and rushed into Grimm's burning field without hesitation.

What awaits them is endless flames!

Burning field...

How powerful is a burning field supported by a sixth-level flame master?

For this point, perhaps no one could explain it clearly before, but now, it has become the most horrible reality in front of us!

The flames were raging, the magma was everywhere, the heat waves were surging, and the volcano was erupting...

As soon as the crowded army of prayers for merging rushed into the burning area, they were surrounded by the red flames and boiling magma. No prayer for merging could survive in such a harsh environment, not even the Holy Spirit.

Compared with the prayers for merging, the Holy Spirit was like a general wearing armor and riding a tall horse. They supported a green forest barrier around them, and desperately rushed forward despite the burning of flames and the baking of magma.

Unfortunately, their own divine power reserves were not enough to support them to cross this nearly 10,000-meter space.

The army of prayers for merging was like a wide green river. It gradually withered and dried up less than a hundred meters into the burning area, until it was burned to ashes. The Holy Spirits with green divine light lingering around them barely broke into a thousand meters before they disintegrated and turned into light.

These "dead" petitioners were soon reborn in the Kingdom of Silsa. They rushed out of the Kingdom of God without hesitation and continued to rush into the Burning Domain fearlessly.

Green and red intertwined, collided, and shattered...

In the process of this fierce confrontation, Grim consumed the flame energy needed to repair the Burning Domain, while Silsa consumed a huge amount of divine power reserves.

The battle between the two sides soon turned into a tug-of-war, and became a situation of basic equal strength.

And this situation was obviously the result of Silsa's intentional creation.

After all, the opponent was also a sixth-level. If she chose to attack and fight, Silsa was not sure that she could suppress the opponent in close combat. As for the fight for consumption, she, a god with a complete elf clan, was never afraid of these.

However, she wanted to consume like this, and other "people" did not seem to agree.

In a certain elven kingdom a hundred miles away from the battlefield, a tall figure with a body size similar to Grimm and surrounded by fierce flames was standing silently, sensing everything happening on the battlefield with his super strong divine thoughts.

At this moment, the elven kingdom was empty, without any petitioners or holy spirits, and there were no forests, land, or temples of gods.

It was like a strange shell, and the appearance could sense the unique divine power of the elven gods, but inside, except for the tall figure and the raging flames, there was no matter or energy.

The tall fire man was hidden in the kingdom of God, peeping at the battlefield from afar. He was obviously dissatisfied with Saoirse's timid behavior, and couldn't help but secretly transmit a divine thought to her.

"Saoirse, hold him..."

"You must use your jungle law to hold him tightly!"

"I won't take action unless you create an opportunity..."

"If you let him go today, you will be the one who will suffer in the future..."

"So, you should think about it!"

Listening to the almost threatening message from behind, Saoirse's face turned pale, but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and stride forward, going deeper into that damn burning area...