Huh? Are they all real?

Moen, who propped up his back with the greatsword of divine punishment, smiled and said:

"Yes. I always knew he was watching."

On the side of the Human Alliance, apart from Nicolos in front of him, only Profitus was a god.

With such a big commotion, Moen absolutely did not believe that guy didn't know.

He also absolutely did not believe that he would not secretly watch.

So, Moen has always been on guard against the other party.

Although the other party must know something now, it is obviously not allowed to let him know more.

It is true that Moen and he are now allies.

But Moen will not really believe him.

Moen remembered more than once that this guy had just said to others that he had dignity and persistence as the eldest son.

As a result, he threw the so-called dignity and persistence of the eldest son to the ground.

None of the three prophets is worth believing once.

But the interesting thing is that they all believed in Moen, and then died.

So that Moen sometimes couldn't help wondering if he really sat at the same table with them.

After finding out that he was being used, He was not angry, but just asked with his hands folded in front of his chest:

"You could have told me earlier and let me cover everything directly, why do you have to do this? You should know me and know that I don't mind doing this."

Moen moved his body, and he was going to have a real fight soon.

After feeling that his slightly stiff body had been fully exercised, he replied:

"Because what I said, he would be curious. And as long as the curiosity of the prophet is in the right direction, there is no way to defend against it."

His head also twisted, but it twisted like a bug and it was indescribable:

"Then won't it be now? I think He seems to care very much!"

"Because he has the direction I hope he will be curious about."

After hearing this, He straightened his head and smiled:

"You know Him very well. You should have dealt with Him as you dealt with me?"

"Then, considering your previous performance, the hermit would not be a certain eldest son, right?"

Obviously, none of the guys who can ascend to godhood by themselves are easy to deal with.

But it doesn't matter, because it was meant to be shown to Him.

But to Moen's surprise, after saying this with a smile, the other party did not continue and said:

"But this is not important. What's important is that you are finally going to have a good fight with me, right?"

His sight moved from the dazzling God's Punishment Sword to the beautiful ring he was wearing.

Obviously, He had guessed the protagonist.

Moen also nodded and said:

"Yes."

"Will that be the battle I hope for?"

"Yes."

"Will we fight until one of us dies completely this time?"

"Yes."

Every time he asked a question, he would only get a short yes.

But the more so, the more his mouth corners couldn't stop cracking.

Throughout the ages, many historians and plague believers have tried to infer the reasons why he became a god and eroded the world.

Some said it was to become the master of the world, some said it was due to the situation, and some said he was moving towards the Supreme.

But in fact, these people were all wrong.

From the time he embarked on the extraordinary path to the final godhood, he did it all for one thing—a hearty battle!

Becoming stronger is to get a stronger opponent, and eroding the world is to get a powerful god capable of challenging the Devil of Destruction.

Whether it is one opponent or a group of opponents, whether they live or die in the end, it doesn’t matter, as long as they fight a refreshing battle!

Even the reason for choosing the evil god path of the plague path is because this path is most likely to attract powerful enemies.

And now, the only opponent he recognized gave him the answer he wanted most.

After the last "yes" was given.

He heard his own heartbeat.

It was a fierce beating that he had only heard once, and that time was not even the final battle with this powerful enemy, but earlier.

When he was young, he fought a life-and-death battle with a lame old wolf for a piece of rotten meat with maggots!

That was the first time he felt that he was still alive.

And because of this, he was deeply addicted.

Moved, with the sound of intense heartbeat, He took steps towards the powerful enemy in front of Him, his legs that had been anchored in place since he stood up.

Plague is a way of not being good at fighting, but He turned it into a way of close combat.

Those plague monsters, those thick green poisonous fogs, those smelly germs, are all just derivatives of His way.

His real fighting method is to rely on the endless divine plague to pollute himself into a pure monster that can open the sky with one punch.

Divine plague is naturally poisonous to others and even other gods, but it is another matter for the plague itself.

The man's originally slightly thin body has been transformed into an extremely muscular Greek hero sculpture under the pollution of the divine plague.

Cast in copper and iron, it seems that there is infinite power lurking in it.

In the divine domain where He rose, the distance became infinite and infinitesimal.

So, almost subconsciously, He took a step and came to Moen the next moment, punching his fist at the face in front of him with endless excitement.

"Come on, Asclepius!"

In response, Moon showed the light golden hair ring in his hand. It was a hair ring made by weaving a strand of hair cut from the three sisters. It was a gift and token of love from the three girls.

When the light golden streamer lit up, the brilliance of the holy sword also burst out.

In the wrong history, the holy sword slashed by the three sisters even isolated the world. And now, even if the holy sword did not cross the barrier of the world, it successfully cut off the arm that attacked.

In the blink of an eye, He who was about to smash his fist in front of Morn a second ago returned to the original position the next moment.

Then he looked at his neatly broken left arm and his left hand that was withering at Morn's feet with a little surprise.

The God's Plague, which was changing every moment, could not heal His wounds or stop bleeding.

It could only continuously spray a large amount of God's blood from the broken arm.

Make this plague God's domain more solid.

The pain was also transmitted to Him in a very real way, but it did not make Him angry or anything else.

The only thing he had was the increasingly burning passion.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

As soon as the voice fell, He disappeared on the spot.

Even in the God's Domain where there were no superfluous things like breeze and dust, his actions also stirred up huge ripples on the spot.

That was the performance of the speed reaching the extreme that the God's Domain could not bear.

As he moved, almost all the places in the God's Domain that Morn could see were his afterimage and his voice:

"Holy Sword? That is the power of the Holy Sword, right? Asclepius, you did a good job, hahahahahahaha!"

The Holy Sword did not arrive in this world, and Asclepius did not become the last son.

But the afterimage of the Holy Sword was still in his hand, and that power also made his heart palpitate and his blood boil.

He longed for a hearty battle, not to die directly, so he would do his best to fight and enjoy it.

So, while moving at a high speed that could almost be said to be everywhere, he swung his fists all over his body at Morn, who was standing still.

This was obviously an attack that the afterimage of the Holy Sword in his hand could not resist.

So, Moon showed the silver hair ring in his hand, which was the love, sustenance, and protection of the Moon Goddess.

The elegant Moon Goddess could not cross the world to come to Moon, but the moonlight could!

The cold light of the dark moon turned into the Moon Clothes and shone on Moon.

Even if the fist that was powerful enough to split the sky with one punch blasted thousands of punches in an instant, it could not cross the Moon Clothes and hurt the Moon King who finally returned to the Moon.

After realizing that his attack would never work.

He finally stopped, but the afterimage caused by the high-speed maneuver was half a beat slower and barely disappeared.

He landed on the dome with one hand and said more and more ecstatically:

"The glory of the dark moon? You not only brought the power of the holy sword, but also the dark moon!"

"Ah, ah, ah!"

The sharp blade that was enough to endanger his life and the strong shield that made him helpless.

Yes, this is the powerful enemy he has always longed for!

"Asclepius, you really surprised me!"

With his body almost trembling with excitement, he raised his hand in ecstasy and dipped it in his still gushing blood.

He began to draw a vicious curse in his own divine domain.

The Moon Clothes must be able to block all physical attacks.

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His divine plague obviously couldn't hurt the opponent who was burning with the fire of annihilation.

So he used his own specialty-curse!

He just likes the refreshing punch, which doesn't mean that he really hates his ability.

As long as he can be used to fight, it's a good thing!

"I offer half of my flesh and blood, half of my soul."

The circle representing the evil was gradually drawn in the air by the blood of the plague god.

After offering the supreme sacrifice, the terrifying curse is also gradually showing its infinite power.

"I hope for the fall of my enemy in front of me, and I want to witness my victory."

The last rune was drawn by Him, and the unsolvable curse fell immediately.

In the face of this irresistible power, even His divine domain was dyed from dark green to dark black.

Neither the Holy Sword nor the Dark Moon could stop this curse!

He stared at Morn below with wide eyes, waiting for the answer with a mood that he himself didn't know what he was expecting.

Is it success or failure?

Looking at the black ring above his head that gradually occupied his entire vision.

Moen showed the third ring-the black hair ring is the love of the abyss, and the abyss is the source of the curse and the end of malice.

So, when the black hair ring began to show its divine power, the pitch-black ring completely collapsed.

There is no curse that can be compared with the abyss.

There is no curse that can hurt the love of the abyss.

If there really is, it must be love from the abyss.

The pitch-black ring completely disappeared, and the flesh and soul that He offered also collapsed.

Seeing that only half of himself was left in all senses in just a moment.

The corner of his mouth on that half of his face was raised to a terrifying angle.

"I was afraid, very afraid, Asclepius. Because I was afraid that I had been tortured by you for so many years and lost my desire and fearlessness for fighting."

"Instead, I became a poor guy who was hesitant and timid, always afraid that you would put a sword in my head and torture me again."

"But now I realize that I haven't changed. I do feel afraid, but it's not fear of torture, but fear that I can never have the battle I expect again!"

"So, fight, fight to death, Asclepius!"

He has foreseen his own failure, but it doesn't matter. He just wants to keep fighting now.

And what responded to him was Morn's ruthless and fierce attack.

After anchoring the enemy, Morn directly wrapped the moon robe on the afterglow of the holy sword and swung the strongest attack at Nicolos who was still talking nonstop.

The powerful force even penetrated the divine domain and pierced the sky.

The satellite in low-Earth orbit directly observed that the clouds covering the entire surface were suddenly split in half.

But the divine domain did not perish and collapse.

So Morn knew that even the previous attack could not completely defeat the opponent.

And as Morn's sight moved down, he began to search for the opponent's figure.

Morn saw a drop of divine blood falling from the dome.

Then the blood of God began to boil and swell.

In just a few breaths, the intact Nicolos was reborn from mid-air and fell to the ground.

But Moon also knew that it was only intact on the surface. Such a powerful attack and half of the curse would not make Him really unscathed.

And such a performance should be

"Come on, Asclepius, keep fighting!"

Nicolos, who had landed for less than a moment, rushed up again.

This time, Moon showed the last ring - the golden hair ring from Ansha!

Ansha is the pinnacle of power and the goddess of domination.

Under the glory, everything is the kingdom of God.

So this time the display of divine power is the most exaggerated.

In the endless golden brilliance, the entire divine domain is deprived of sovereignty by the light of domination.

Whether it is the black representing the curse or the dark green representing the plague, they all begin to fade at this moment and turn into dazzling pure gold.

This marked the change of ownership of the divine domain, so Nicolos, who had rushed to Morn the moment before, returned to his original position the next moment.

"Ansha Baratheon! Ah, yes, you still have this."

The voice of realization sounded, and He was surprised to see it.

Morn put down his hand full of beautiful rings.

He turned and raised the golden sword of divine punishment again.

Is he going to fight me in close combat?

Ah, yes, he is still a mortal, and now he is finally on the same level with me.

It's time to have a good close combat.

Before He could think about this wonderful dream, Morn had already rushed in front of him.

The great sword of divine punishment burning with the fire of annihilation slashed on the arm that He raised to block.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it, Asclepius! This is how fighting should be. What does it mean that I am the only one trying to attack?"

The fire of annihilation burned His exhausted body madly under the blessing of the great sword of divine punishment that gradually cut into the flesh and blood.

But this made him more excited to fight against Moon.

Metal and iron clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

His strength and life were weakening uncontrollably, but his voice became louder and louder.

"Fighting, cool!"

His laughter almost filled the entire Golden Divine Realm.

The battle between the two had changed from a competition of methods and trump cards to a pure skill contest.

No fancy, only skills.

This might be the happiest day of his life. The only pity was that this beauty was fleeting.

After the God's Punishment Sword cut off his arms again.

He found himself kneeling on the ground completely powerless.

In front of him was Asclepius, who placed the God's Punishment Sword across his shoulders.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile and said:

"Just like back then."