RNP Chapter 687
Chapter 687
Chapter 687. The swan song.
In the void, the two bodies just faced each other quietly, falling into a strange silence.
Although only two-thirds of the body was left on one side at this time, the skin on the other side was completely charred, with black ash floating away, and the bright red muscles were exposed to the air, jumping and full of vitality.
Both sides looked a little funny and embarrassed, but both the other races on the planet using elves to enhance their vision to watch the battle, and everyone in the chat group fell silent.
The large amount of annihilated space around the two people, as well as the empty, clean and spotless environment, all indicate that the struggle between the two people is fierce, which has never been seen since the birth of Disbord.
The blazing flames of war burned everything around them into ashes. A sound like tearing silk was heard, and the space was cut open by Artexu again, as easily as tearing a piece of rag, and a space crack that was thousands of meters long appeared behind him.
ZZZZZZZ!
If sound can spread around at this time, then the fight between the two will definitely make a sound that makes people almost scratch their foreheads.
The scarlet sickle was now firmly grasped by Lin Yu’s only remaining hand. No matter how hard Artesiu tried, he could not make any progress.
“It seems that my destruction should be better…….”
Artosh didn’t understand what happened in the brief pause just now, but his fighting nerves, which had been trained for endless years, had begun to remind him of the coming crisis.
But how can a real warrior loosen his weapons? Loosening his weapons in battle is almost the same as committing suicide.
The muscles in his arm trembled violently, and he wanted to withdraw the scythe, but found that he could not do it. No matter how hard he tried, the scythe would not move at all.
The strong aura of destruction once again enveloped him. Artosh used his own soul to suppress it, only to find that his power, which represented war, was tightly pressed into his body, as immobile as his sickle.
Just like light losing color in the face of more dazzling light, surrounded by Lin Yu’s strong aura of destruction, he found that he could not mobilize his own war power!
He wasn’t given much time to hesitate… After a muffled sound, Artexu felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his body suddenly lost strength.
Internal organs with golden-red blood and forest-white bone fragments stained with bloodshot eyes appeared in front of him.
“This is……………My guts and bones?”
Artexu looked at everything that appeared in front of him in astonishment. This was beyond the scope of his cognition.
He never knew that he had such a concept. The bodies of the gods were all manifestations of the power of the divine marrow. After all, Its essence is actually just a shell that carries the marrow.
He never thought that one day he would be hurt like this and see his own bones and internal organs? How ridiculous this is! Could it be that his marrow is just in a He was already injured to this extent by the blow?
However, although this blow caused him severe injuries, it also freed him from the restraints. He connected the interrupted bodies with divine power and forcibly stopped him. His own weakness made his whole body stand upright in front of Lin Yu.
His pride did not allow him to show weakness in front of his enemy, even if the other party was also a close friend he recognized.
“My dear friend, you have made me understand today how ridiculous and pale my so-called invincibility was in the past. It was an existence that should be swept into the scrap heap like garbage.”
“But it is undeniable that it is precisely because of this understanding that I have such a hearty battle. As long as my mind still exists, the joy at this moment will never be forgotten.”
As he spoke, he raised the scarlet sickle in his hand. At this moment, the sickle seemed to be covered with a layer of rich blood, which was the red of war condensed into substance.
“From the beginning of the battle, I have been looking forward to this moment! My strongest power will be concentrated here, so if you can take it, give it a try.”
Lin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. He understood what Artexu was going to do.
The initial feeling of connecting all the Flügels reappeared. That was to extract the power from all the Flügels in advance, condense it within itself, and when necessary Release at the right time.
Next, what he needs to face should be the only named move of the God of War, which is also his most representative and most praised move.
Condensing everything into one point, hitting and releasing is enough to destroy the world The move, Divine Strike!
The power of the Divine Strike at this moment will be even more terrifying than that described in the original work, because the power of the God of War has exceeded so much compared to the original. Under the catalysis of the war between the two, it is almost like a rocket. Soaring at an astonishing speed.
At this moment, all the Flügels on the ground knelt down devoutly, tears pouring out of their eyes uncontrollably. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Artho, the God of War, was at the end of his strength.
This last step This attack will most likely be the swan song of Artosh, the God of War.
Even Jibril, who usually behaves the most heartless, looked at the sky with a complicated expression at this moment.
Although she had expected it a long time ago When such a situation happened, she had long thought that one of them would die, and the balance in her heart was even tilted towards Lin Yu.
But at this moment, she could not help but think of her newly born baby. At that moment, Artho held her in his palm like a newborn daughter.
Unknowingly, a crystal clear tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.
The dazzling red of war condensed on the tip of the sickle, At this moment when his power was highly condensed, Artesio briefly broke through his own limits and almost reached the realm of the true god.
But at this moment, his mood was neither happy nor sad, and he chanted slowly in a voice that was so dull that there was no fluctuation. Read the Tao
“–“God Strike” and then gently waved the somewhat incomplete sickle in his hand, aiming it at the azure blue demon in front of him, and let out his last swan song. At that moment, the power expanded violently, and the final flash of light turned into something at this moment. The most glorious blow in the life of Artosh, the God of War.
If Lin Yu is defeated, the Star Cup appears, he holds the Star Cup and becomes the only god, and continues to live alone in the world.
If Lin Yu successfully takes this blow, then he will no longer have the power to fight back, and he will remain silent without regrets in the supreme joy brought by the fight.
This is a blow with the determination to die, and also a blow with the belief of victory..
Artosh blocked everything he had on this final divine strike!.