Huh? Are they all real?

Watching the familiar and hateful flames ignite again on the person he hated and admired the most.

As a god who stood up again to seek revenge.

After a moment of complex gaze, he laughed very happily:

"Hahaha! Hahahahaha!"

"Yes, yes, this is you, this is my opponent, Asclepius, you really won't let me down!"

Because he saw something that surprised him too much.

So he, who had already turned into darkness and could poison the world at any time, stood in front of Moon again.

He asked with joy:

"But, Asclepius, although I don't know what you have encountered, and I don't know what you are doing."

"But there is one thing I am very sure of, that is, you seem to be just a mortal now, right?"

Sequence Five is known as the limit of human beings, the mortal closest to God.

But in front of a true god. Sequence Five is really no different from mortals.

"So, even if you summon this fire that I still hate so much, how can you fight me?"

After tilting his head to an angle that he could never do normally, He said seriously and coldly:

"If you lose, I will definitely destroy this world, and then pick up everything that you destroyed. Finally, I will try to go back and inflict the torture I feel on those poor people who are still at a loss."

"Especially your queen, Celesila Castile!"

In response to His provocation, Morn, who raised the Divine Punishment Great Sword, has already held the great sword in his hand horizontally to his side.

He put on a very beautiful preparation posture.

This made the other party more curious and asked:

"I didn't know you could use a sword."

In His memory, the hermit has always been bound to books and the Holy Grail.

But this guy, after so many years, is still as surprised as he was back then.

After all, the hermit did not bring the Holy Grail back then, but brought fire.

But now, the hermit has picked up the sword.

"Where is your Holy Grail? It's not still with Queen Celesera, is it?"

As He said, Moon was also very clear that there was a huge gap between him and the other party.

Even if he deliberately left the fire, it was the same.

After all, he was just a mortal now.

But he was also the only one who could be the opponent of this guy.

If he ran away, who could stand up?

"You don't know a lot, Nicolos. Then, I think you will know everything in a while."

Hearing this, He asked with interest:

"So what do I know? Do you know how you are going to fight me?"

Accompanying this inquiry was His response and temptation.

Endless monsters emerged from the deep darkness.

It was as if they were not in an underground base with limited space, but in an infinite world trapped in infinite darkness.

Born from the thick poison and coming from the darkness, the smelly and deformed monsters were determined to implement the will of the Creator.

Spread the plague and tear the enemy apart.

But what is more terrifying than them is the dark green mist that still lingers.

It is the poison of the plague, a deadly poisonous mist that seems to be a kind of poison but is actually constantly generating new poisons every moment.

It is a synonym for death and a perfect mixture of the plague.

Even demigods will die the moment they come into contact with it.

Even those monsters that were born in this mist are constantly getting sick because they are in the thick fog.

The reason why they have not fallen down, in addition to the fact that they come from here, is more importantly that the power that created them is constantly telling them.

Even if their legs are corroded by the poisonous mist, they can still move forward with the proliferating tentacles.

Even if their throats are engulfed by the virus, they can still roar with the germs in their bodies.

Even if their whole bodies are constantly eroding, they can still feel the beauty and enjoy the torture.

Plague is adjacent to nature and life.

The authority between the three overlaps and accommodates each other.

It's just that in terms of performance and emphasis, there are almost opposite manifestations.

Watching the endless monsters rushing towards him with poisonous fog.

Moon responded by raising the big sword in his hand.

Then he swung it down and stabbed it into the ground.

The fire kept by Moon began to grow amazingly from then on.

The sea of ​​fire spread out to the surroundings with Moon as the center.

Monsters, poisonous fog, and darkness all had nowhere to hide in front of the flames representing destruction.

The darkness was illuminated, the poisonous fog was dispelled, and the monsters were burned.

The dark world that seemed to have turned into an infinite size also returned to its former smallness in front of this flame of hope.

But only He, as the source, was unscathed in the flames.

The siege that could make any demigod or even angel helpless was just a small application of His own power for Him.

So He was not surprised that Moon could resolve it, and did not take it seriously at all.

He even became more and more interested. When the flame passed by him, he scooped up a handful of flame in his hand and observed it carefully.

"Ah, I was only concerned with fighting with you at that time, but I completely ignored the origin and nature of this flame."

"Or rather, this flame that I hate so much has been obscured by your arrogance. So I can't see anything clearly."

He will never forget that scene.

When the whole world lost to Him, the hermit who was least expected to stand up actually lit the flames and walked in front of Him from the endless firelight.

Excited, indescribably excited.

Almost every cell in his body was jumping for joy and cheering for this moment.

The blood that had already cooled down due to boredom was boiling to an unimaginable level.

Because He knows that this is the final battle He has been looking forward to!

Who would have thought that the evil god who does not hesitate to poison the world would just find a qualified opponent for a hearty and life-threatening fight that he would never regret?

In fact, He was not wrong.

Because the hermit who walked out of the fire and stood in front of Him actually cut off the heads of His incarnations one after another.

That seemingly frail body showed him an almost insane power!

At that moment, His eyes could no longer see the flames that seemed to be able to burn the world. He could only see the hermit who brought the fire.

"Looks like it now."

He put down his left hand and left his right hand still burning with the flame.

In front of this fire that he had never seen before, His right hand had been burned to a bloody pulp. If He was not a Sequence Zero of Plague, which is famous for its ability to resist thick blood.

He thought that his hands might have been burned clean long ago.

Even if this is the hand of God.

Because He found that the recovery of his arm could not keep up with the burning of the fire.

But the problem is that as long as there is one drop of blood and one cell alive, He can instantly return to his original existence.

"This flame was created just to destroy me. Where did you find it? Don't tell me that you made it specifically to deal with me. I would be so flattered!"

Morn, who drew his sword, gave an answer without any hesitation.

He has always respected his opponents, even Nicoros, because he still has a human part in him.

Moen had no respected opponents at all, only those three prophets who were really not human at all.

"You are mistaken. This is not a fire that appears to destroy you. This is a fire that is born to destroy the world!"

"oh?"

He put down his burning right hand, and the flame was extinguished. It was just that the palm that was supposed to recover was still scorched black.

"A flame born to destroy the world?"

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"I did feel the incredibly powerful destructive power from the flames. But why did you speak like this?"

Although it was a serious inquiry, His attack did not stop there.

The entire Mysterious Island base is beginning to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The melted steel did not turn into red molten iron, but turned into dark purple stinking pus that slowly flowed down at a sticky speed.

It seemed as if the place they were standing at this moment was not the base of a mysterious island, but an abscess on a huge monster.

In fact, this is indeed a boil.

But not on a giant monster, but on a boil above this world.

The People's Federation's satellite witnessed the dissolution of the entire base and the emergence of a deep purple bubble in just a few seconds.

And in such a short period of time, this purple bubble turned into a giant thing that could be seen with the naked eye from space.

When the People's Federation saw this scene in real-time satellite images, the first impression each of them had was that it was like an abscess that smelled extremely bad and was about to burst at any time.

Not surprisingly, this was another serious situation that they had no way of handling.

The only thing they could do was to trust the Sword and Shield King who took the initiative to stay in the Mysterious Island base.

They didn't even dare to attack the abscess.

After all, if it really exploded, it would be over.

At the base of the base, Morn had noticed that the flames on his body were beginning to wither.

Moen's legs had completely sunk into the muddy deep purple.

The flames on his body can burn this stinky thing, but the fire without divinity as fuel is also quite weak.

"You burned everything you had to use this flame to fight me, right?"

Looking at Moen who was gradually sinking, he stood not far away and asked.

"Yes, after all, you were really difficult to deal with at that time."

The Plague Path is not suitable for combat, at least not for head-on combat. This is a path similar to the Pure White Path, both focusing on long-term development.

Pure white can charm gods, while plague can create gods of its own.

Those are His plague incarnations.

After winning a crucial victory in the battle between gods, he obtained his first god-like incarnation.

Since then, His disorderly expansion has been unstoppable.

Therefore, in order to defeat Him in his prime, Moen could only give everything he had at that time.

"So, why is this flame said to be born to destroy the world?"

Seeing that He asked this question again, Moen was about to start a counterattack. After thinking for a while, he said very seriously before he was completely swallowed by Deep Purple:

"Original once thought of destroying the world He created with His own hands, and this fire was born for this!"

The answer far exceeded both his and the other bystander's expectations.

Even the bystanders who should have remained silent could not help but say:

"This is impossible!"

Mother cannot want to destroy this world, this is everything she loves the most!

This is the only thing she cares about!

How could she destroy the only thing she cares about? What could make her make this decision?

So this is impossible!

As soon as this voice fell, Nicolos Poisos squinted and looked up.

"I am really surprised that you are still alive? However, you don't seem to have any manners! This is a battle between him and me, and I don't want any extra eyes to invade my enjoyment!"

The deep purple abscess instantly turned into a more disgusting and unbearable dark green.

At this moment, not only was the eldest son's vision completely cut off, but even all those who looked at the abscess fell down wailing.

No matter how they observed this place.

Whether directly or indirectly.

As long as they looked at it, they would be polluted by divinity.

In front of the Supreme, small cleverness is useless, it will only hurt others and themselves.

Seeing that the eyes that were in the way had completely disappeared, He looked in front of him with satisfaction.

Then the original pride instantly turned into dissatisfaction.

Because the opponent He had identified was completely swallowed up.

How could this be?

He hasn't officially started yet!

Shouldn't this be the same as the appetizer?

Where was the momentum when he chopped off his head one by one?

"Hey, don't tell me you're going to die like this! This is not what I want!"

"I can accept that I die in your hands, and I do want you to die in my hands, but this is not what I want!"

In His anger, He wanted to reach out and pull Morn out.

He was already considering whether to let Morn go, at least to let him go back and get the Holy Grail.

Every day since he was tortured by the sword, He wanted to kill this guy, but it was definitely not this way of killing.

Compared to revenge, He wanted a battle like that year.

However, He was the one who reached out his hand, and He raised his eyebrows and withdrew his hand.

The anger on his face also disappeared.

Instead, there was an irrepressible smile:

"I knew that you wouldn't die so easily!"

Under His gaze, a hand covered with beautiful rings stretched out from the dark green mud, and the owner of the arm climbed out of hell.

Unable to wait to get out completely, Moen looked up and smiled at Him:

"Thank you!"

This surprised voice made His smile freeze:

"Thank me for what?"

Moen, who supported the greatsword to stand up completely, raised his head and smiled:

"Thank you for blinding the eyes that were in the way!"

Just for this?

But as if he realized something, he stared at Moen's suddenly full of beautiful rings and said:

"You know He is watching, so you have been waiting for me to isolate Him?"