I, authentic, little sun

Seeing this, the corners of Zhengzong's mouth rose, and he said with an unruly smile: "You said something about the thread of fate, you were called out for the sake of shame, right?!"

"Hahahahaha, so what, this is also a kind of elegance!"

With a high profile worthy of the title of God King, Merkahao laughed happily.

"Being defeated by you is undoubtedly a stain of old age, so it's not bad to take this opportunity to wipe it off!"

The ancient Phoenician god king standing in the center of the storm, he let out all the magic power in his body, and shouted in a loud voice.

"Okay, it's been a long time since I let you taste the old weapon, come Yagrush! Drive Aymur!"

A club as huge as Melka flew out from beyond the void.

And, again, two magic sticks, Yagrush and Aymur.

No matter which one it is, it seems that the branches that I picked up were cut at random and made into rough shapes.

However, that was actually the artifact that once killed the sea dragon god Yam.

It is by no means an ordinary stick, but the incarnation of 'thunder' like Rama's divine sword.

Moreover, along with the two flying sticks, the world also rained lightning!

Rumble Rumble Rumble!

There is not only one bolt of lightning that falls from the sky.

If the infinitely extending weave of destiny is regarded as the earth, then thousands of thunderbolts descend from the clouds and mist.

The burst of lightning and lightning was violent and dense, even no less than the "Divine Sword Mandala" used by Rama.

At this time, heavy rain and strong winds also came.

Masamune maximized the mana power to increase his resistance to lightning.

Then he ducked down quickly, and it wasn't just that he lowered his head to avoid being struck by lightning.

With a time difference of only a few milliseconds, Yagrush, a weapon similar to a huge rock, flew over his head at the same time, and its speed was as fast as a gust of wind.

However, at this moment, the gigantic laughter of the giant god Merka resounded in all directions.

"Huhahahaha, Son of the Fool, aren't you wrestling with me anymore? Although it's as small as a bug, it's quite dodgeable."

The paired magic sticks Yagrush·Aymur circled vertically in the air at the same time, and began to drop rapidly downwards. This time, two sticks aimed at the same target!

"Humph!"

Zhengzong snorted coldly, but did not answer. If any other gods were hiding beside him at this time, even if it was Rama, he would dare to resist Mekar's attack.

But when the gods hiding around are the Goddess of Fate who has the power to manipulate fate, of course he would not be so unwise.

The Army Gods of Steel all have the attribute of immortality, and they are also god-given sons of Thunder and Lightning.

Even Yagrush·Aymur, the club that is also the incarnation of thunder, should be able to block it with the same level of strength.

Zhengzong also began to dominate the thunder and lightning in the sky, letting the thunder strike the giant's stick.

Targeted by all the Thunder TVs is the magic stick Yagrush, the weapon with the legendary dragon slaying that was knocked away by Thunder.

That was enough power to suppress Melka, the King of Storms, and the flying trajectory of Aymur, the magic stick, was forcibly distorted, and then completely swallowed by the dark star.

"how can that be?"

How could Thunder's weapon be repelled by Thunder?

But don't forget, Zhengzong has killed many disobedient gods with the power to control thunder.

Now it is also the power of thunder, but its power is far from what it used to be.

"I use the skill of words and spirit to bring justice to the world!"

Masamune chanted the spirit of words and stared at the giant god Melka.

Deep insight into the nature of the enemy and understanding is also the power of Veleslana's tenth incarnation 'Warrior'.

That is to say, the power seized by the authentic will become his own property unreasonably, otherwise, if there are still restrictions, he will also feel a headache.

After all, breaking away from the myth along the thread of fate, not to mention the increase in strength, even death can reappear, which is quite disgusting.

Zhengzong realized it with the power of the warrior incarnation.

"That's... the thread of fate!"

The ten-meter-tall giant god had threads wrapped around his hands, feet and strong body, which were extremely slender threads of light.

These threads are produced from the ground on which the Titan stands--from the fabric created by the hand of Fate.

It's almost like crawling out of the grassy land.

"Since I have seen it, I'm sorry, Mekar, your revenge plan can only end here!"

Chapter 334 No.80 The Arrogance of the Second Army God

Zhengzong let the eight holy swords fly out one after another, attacking Melka like a shotgun.

Of course, these 'swords' did not have the efficacious power to split the Phoenician god-king.

However, it is easy to cut off the "thread of fate" wrapped around the giant god.

"Hahahahaha, what a shrewd warrior, a godslayer!"

Melka laughed, his figure suddenly became blurred.

"Well, this level is enough, anyway, with your strength, I can't do anything to you.

I'm really curious, son of a fool, how did you become stronger than our gods..."

After some melancholy words fell, Melka's huge body suddenly disappeared, and the frenzied storm quickly subsided.

Zhengzong frowned and murmured. "Of course it's cheating, how can you become stronger if you don't cheat?"

After that, Zhengzong fought several disobedient gods he had killed, and later even Karna, Surya, Indra, Shiva and other gods who had intersected with him fought.

After that, the Goddess of Fate and the gods didn't even want to hide their faces, and even the gods who had never seen the authentic ones appeared.

It's a pity that these gods were all killed by the authentic destroyer, and then cut off the line of fate, making them return to mythology.

"Huh...huh..."

Zhengzong shook his head boringly, sighed helplessly, and shook his tired arm from slaughtering the gods.

"Am I fighting the myth with my own strength?"

Perhaps it was finally aware of the difficulty of the authentic Golden Sword of Wisdom against the Thread of Fate, or it was a trump card left on purpose.

A new enemy appeared again, this time it was a petite boy with a cute face in a coat that was equivalent to a rag.About 15 years old——

"What a wonderful line of fate, Godslayer."

"...Come here."

Zhengzong's face darkened, and it was not surprising that Welleslana appeared, but the surprise was that the other party was holding the sword of wisdom as soon as he appeared.

Damn it, in order to kill me, did those gods count who was killed by me in the sky?

"Hehehehe, I am seeking defeat, and I have been knocked down beautifully by you before.

So you used the "Power of Victory" you usurped from me, and finally reached the realm of the god of destiny..."

The brilliant 15-year-old boy smiled happily. "Fool, it's called authentic, right? If you don't poke a needle, you can still remember your name if you don't follow the avatar this time."

Zhengzong didn't know how to complain anymore: "Although it's strange to say such a thing, haven't you already got the defeat you want, so why don't you come out to join in the fun."

"It's a very simple reason. If you hadn't been fighting the "Executor of Destiny", I wouldn't have been called here. Besides, even though I was eager to lose, I didn't say that I couldn't be unwilling after losing. Bar?"

"..."

Zhengzong smiled bitterly. Just because you want to lose doesn’t mean you don’t want to win back. What you said is so reasonable that I am speechless!

The gods and godslayers, the slain and the slayers, the miraculous reunion——

"I am the strongest man, hold on to all victors." It was Veleslana who sang the words.

"Humans and demons, defeat all enemies and hostiles, break all enemies blocking the front, I use the protection of Mithra and the skills of the spirit of speech, to show justice to the world."

So far, Zhengzong has chanted it many times.

The word of victory usurped from the war god Veleslana.However, it is the original user who chanted it again now.

The young god who manipulated the ten incarnations smiled happily, no matter how you looked at that smile, there was a sense of teasing.

"Words are power, words are brilliance, so words, words, become my sharp sword...!"

"My own enemy, and the enemy of Adverse Fate. Let's decide the outcome."

Zhengzong is keenly aware that the power that the other party wants to seal is precisely the "ten incarnations" that he relies on to cut off the thread of fate.

The golden sword and the golden sword are now a confrontation between two swordsmen——

Veleslana swung the golden sword from the front and slashed.

Masamune also swung the golden sword to confront the golden sword head-on.

"Crack-!"

Two mysterious metals collided with each other, and there was a sharp sound, and the two swordsmen fought hand to hand.

The golden sword and the magic knife made a rolling sound.

The God of War, Veleslana, possesses unimaginable rigidity from that slender body.

The two jointly used great force to shake the mountain, and continued to engage in close confrontation, and then the God of War flew upside down.

"Ha ha."

Even so, Welleslana suddenly smiled again.

"Well, although it feels a bit strange to see others using their power against me, I'm still very happy. You have brought my power to another level."

Zhengzong couldn't help admiring the words of the military god, so generous?

However, before Masamune could say the words of praise, Welleslana continued.

"This is what the East often says, green out of blue and better than blue?"

Zhengzong's complexion darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he stared at the other party with a fake smile.

Damn it, I, who likes to buy oranges for others, was taken advantage of today!

"Hehehehe."

Welleslaner was still smiling, with a mischievous childlike expression on his face. As a god, how could he not understand another meaning of this sentence?

Smiling and laughing, Military God fell silent, staring at Zhengzong seriously, and said.

"I just made it clear, "Executor of Destiny", 'I don't expect such a rematch', I want me to fight the enemy of Karma on the battlefield you prepared—"

Welleslana's voice resounded in the realm of the God of Destiny.

"It's absolutely impossible."

The majestic spirit of words filled the sky, under Masamune's gaze, the Eastern military god asserted so.

"The rematch between me and him does not allow others to intervene. Even if I am not controlled by the thread of fate, Uweleslana will challenge the authenticity again and restore the dignity of the God of Victory!"

After saying that, Welleslana swung the golden sword twice.

Cutting the space in front of his eyes in a cross shape, he didn't cut through the void, this brave oriental army god——cut off the silk thread.

Cut off the thread of destiny that led him here.

That's right, the sword made by Welleslana just now has the same nature as the authentic sword.

They are all weapons for cutting the God of Destiny and its divine power.

"Goodbye, Son of the Fool, see you later."

With these words, the breeze blew, and the figure of the boy disappeared.

On the other hand, the golden sword still stands in front of him, and like the true sword of wisdom, it is pierced into the ground called the fabric of destiny.

Chapter 335 End of Chapter 83