1380 To Slaughter A God Part 1 (1/2)

The Moon of Massacre flew up and met the massive electric current. Then, there was a howling sound as it plopped to the ground. Fycro was stunned. He wanted to retrieve the godly item, but it seemed to be attacked heavily by something above, causing Fycro to spit up fresh blood and lose communication with his weapon.

He made a decision on the spot: a white radiance lit up beneath his feet. He wanted to retreat. His original body had suffered an attack and now there was an ambush here, crushing his godly item. This was definitely not by chance; it was a battlefield set in place by his enemies.

It didn't matter if his godly item had been crushed. As long as the person existed, the weapon could still be found and taken back.

Despite Fycro's swift movements and adequate reaction time, Saleen would never allow him to escape. The lightning territory instantly expanded. Countless bolts of lightning struck from the sky, hitting the white radiance beneath Fycro's feet.

The Road of Glory vanished. Although the lightning was insufficient to kill a person, it was powerful enough to destroy this type of movement skill.

The area between Fycro's eyebrows abruptly split open, turning into a third eye that tore through the mist and focused on Saleen and Rafel rushing toward him.

Saleen's Thunder Dragon Blaster attacked relentlessly for three kilometers. It's just that maximum effectiveness was at 500 meters: If he wanted to kill Fycro, he had to get closer to his target.

Rafael's movement speed was fast enough, just a step faster than Saleen's. Her body turned into a beam of red light and released the intense sound of a sonic boom. The trees on both sides of her fell into pieces; a sharp wind-elemental spear formed in front of her body.

This weapon had been crafted from the Goddess's godly power. The Goddess of Nature was born a mage. After becoming a god, even though she could no longer use any magic spells, her divine spells were often as effective as magic spells.

The attack power of this wind-elemental spear might not be that high. It's most common use would be to increase Rafel's movement without being affected by air resistance.

In 15 seconds, Rafel rushed up to Fycro and stabbed him between the eyebrows. In response, the eye between them withdrew and shot out a violent beam of radiance.

The six eyes on Rafel's spear opened simultaneously and formed a leaf-shaped image that reduced the intensity of the strong light. Rafel's spear grazed against Fycro's body but did not hit it dead on.

With a sweep of the spear, a few dozen sturdy vines immediately sprouted out from the ground and bound Fycro's body. His body shook frantically as threads of white light emerged, slicing apart the vines one by one.

Rafel cried out. Her entire body released a red radiance from top to bottom that smelled like rusted metal. Fycro immediately felt that his body was not responding to his summons, as if he had been hit by a mage's fossilization spell.

This was not a fossilization spell, but a type of the Metal God's territory within which all materials would degenerate. Like corroded metal, they would lose their strength and power.

Fycro raised his hand to release a divine spell, but his five fingers were broken with a cracking sound.

Fycro was not a true god. His body still had bones. Even a true god could dissolve its bones after reaching level-16. The Metal God's territory controlled all metals, and the bones themselves were also a type of metal. It's just that they had a different form compared to ordinary metals.

”Purify!” Fycro was shocked. His opponent was actually an angel of the same level. The most terrifying part about this angel was that it believed in two gods. His Moon of Massacre was not present, and he lacked the means to crush it with one blow.

A radiance once again emerged from Fycro's body; dark-red rust fell to the ground from the surface of his body.

”Metal Storm!” Rafel was going all out now. Saleen had given her sufficient godly power, enabling her to use divine spells. If they didn't attack with all their strength and this pseudo god escaped, next time he attacked, his first target would not be Saleen but her, the angel.

As Fycro retreated, he became engulfed in the Metal Storm. Behind him was a large 200-meter-wide path. The knights and ascetics emerged. Fycro was overcome with despair, unable to voice his sufferings: These people had all been sent to their deaths!

The Metal Storm immediately expanded. Apart from Fycro and Rafel, everything within a 500-meter radius had been ground to pieces and turned into powder. The metal threads that filled the place were still wreaking havoc. They were formed with godly power. Anyone below level-13 would not be able to withstand an attack. If Rafel had not had the replenishment of godly power Saleen had given her, her attack would have rendered her useless. After this, her rank could have fallen to level-11 or even level-10.

Fortunately, the Goddess of Nature was benevolent. Rafel had access to her godly power. This paradoxical Metal Storm caused most of Fycro's strong subordinates to be caught up in it and all of them were killed. Even the warriors below level-10 who were more than 500 meters away could not resist it. The area enveloped by the Metal Storm had reached a diameter of more than 1,500 meters.

The battle angel's methods of massacre far surpassed a mage's.

If it was one-to-one, Saleen might still hope to beat Rafel if he relied on his equipment. If a few angels of Rafel's level were present, not even Saleen would be their match.

Fycro was in an awkward position. Saleen had caught up with them. He released the Violet Angel, picked up the Moon of Massacre from the ground, and tossed it into his own magic amplifier. In doing so, Fycro completely lost contact with his godly item.

Saleen's magic amplifier now comprised 27 eyes. Within each eye was space. These spaces could communicate mutually. Like the 24 states of the elements, they were not fixed but ever-changing.

No matter how high Fycro's god, there was no way he could recapture the Moon of Massacre.

Fycro was livid. If the Moon of Massacre and the Mirror of Fate had separated, their usefulness would immediately decrease by 90%. Most of his strength had been drawn from these two godly items.

Saleen glared frostily at Fycro to prevent this enemy, the strongest he had ever encountered, from escaping. Now that Fycro's original body was being harassed by Jason with no means of escape, if he killed this clone, he would rush to assist his teacher.

With two against one, they would defeat their enemy.

”God says...” From Fycro's body, Holy Prose burst forth, as if countless gaps had been split open.

”Shut up! Shut up! Shut up...” Saleen used Thundering Sound to explode at this skill successively, stubbornly forcing Fycro to stop reciting prayers.