Chapter 928 Interleaved Battlefield (IV)

"The spokesperson of will of the plane to which the Temple of Valhalla is descended this time, Jesus of Paradise, Lilith of Hell, Kratos of Olympus, Yuwentuo of the Oriental Heaven, and I, Jesus and Yuwentuo are obviously martyrs who implement their own will. Lilith, the night witch, just regards all this as a game. Among them, only you, Kratos, the Spartan, is the most similar to Chiyou of my Great Wilderness, Jiuli of the Great Wilderness. But have you ever understood what the biggest difference between us is?"

Facing Kratos' powerful double blades of God, Mo Chiyou said calmly: "Although you were once kings, you Spartans are first a warrior and then a Spartan warrior. In this regard, even you, the king..."

"Ha, of course, it's a warrior. The king of Sparta is destined to be the most powerful warrior. The glory of fighting has long been imprinted in our souls. Are you different from the kings of the ancient east? Your Jiuli tribe seems to have engraved your names in this world with killing and fighting. Do you, who have the name of the God of War, want to escape the battle like rats in the sewer!"

While Kratos roared, the Eighty-Nine Demon Gods who had been entrenching on the battlefield finally moved. They each sucked and spit out the confusion and fog and intertwined with the blood evil spirit. All the scenery under its cover gradually became more and more blurred, especially the dark red figure that was originally in front of them seemed so false and unreal.

Blood Induction·Void Movement Great Illusion Realm

For a moment, Kratos discovered that the demon Chiyou, who was already in front of him, became more and more distant. The more he increased his own speed, he only widened the gap between them. He could realize that this was not an ordinary illusion that deceived the senses, but a unique means to truly distort time and space.

"You are first a warrior, then a member of the Spartan city-state, but we are first a member of the Jiuli tribe, then a warrior! The immortals and Buddhas of the heavens are playing around with this world of great desolation according to their preferences, and our tribes are trying to seize the right to survive in the minions of monsters' natural disasters, diseases and famine under such circumstances. You are willing to give up other things for the glory of battle, and we are willing to fall into the killing for everything we bear."

When these words came into Kratos's ears, the extremely huge dark red figure in front of him had been completely covered, and even the sound began to be distorted, as if it was coming from the distance in front of him, and it seemed to be echoing around again.

"Katos, there will be a battle between me and you, but it is not now."

While Mo Chiyou said, Kratos also shouted angrily: "No one can stop the arrival of war, and you are no exception!"

The power from the Olympus divine realm was completely detonated at this time. The magic power of hundreds and thousands of times that of ordinary heroes directly merged into an almost irresistible magic vortex. The scenery that had originally retreated suddenly passed by his eyes as if it was replayed ten times faster. Everything that was originally blurred and hazy became clear again. The huge dark red body in front of him appeared in front of him again, but for some reason everything in front of him seemed more and more dazzling. Soon, the abnormal color changed from the original dazzling to the painted black particles, and formed crack-like gaps.

In the Jiuli Witch Formation of the Great Wilderness, Kratos was directly trapped in the state of static and retrospective time. If this continues, he would be exiled to the long river of time. An unconscious person might even be completely lost in the turbulent flow of the past, present and future, but he broke free from it. This led to the power of the double blades of the God not only without any loss, but became more and more intense and powerful in the retrospective time. Even the demon Chiyou could feel the sharp flow of magic power like a blade under the posture of the Dharma Heaven and Earth.

If it were any other time, Mo Chiyou had no other way than to resist, but at this moment the battlefield was a gap where two parallel planes converged. Almost at the same time, he directly reversed the array eye and retreated from the current plane, creating a void crack through the instability of the plane gap.

After reversing the time back and forth to accelerate the time, the impact force that had dissipated in the past years was increased in geometric multiples and directly pushed Kratos, who had rapidly swept into the crack in front of him. When he bumped into Mo Chiyou, this huge dark red figure was smashed like a mirror, and the black crack spread wildly turned into a black hole to swallow it.

At the same time, in another corner of the maze of the Fate plane, several heroes radiating powerful magical fluctuations surrounded a stone platform. Among them were generals as majestic as ghosts and gods, warriors with noble temperament, heroic captains, and queens who seemed to be born to be high, but the center was surrounded by them was only a Middle Eastern man in white robe.

Compared to the extraordinary demeanor of these heroes, the man with dust, stains and wrinkles on his face looked so insignificant, but such an ordinary person who was useless was like a giant to suppress the heroes.

"Look at me! I hear the cheers of thousands of thunders! I have the glory of those in power! I bloom like a flower! Open! The Golden Theater!"

In Nero's singing, the originally empty and lonely wasteland suddenly formed a series of textures, and a huge theater was outlined through gold and red. The blonde girl in red and white dress stood proudly in the center of the stage, and the crimson sword in her hand was also pointed straight at the white-robed man. However, if you observe carefully, you can find that her hands were constantly trembling, as if it was very difficult to maintain her current posture.

"This kind of battle will not be allowed under the light of the Lord. Why do you go against the true voice in your heart? Listen, that is the gospel from the Lord!"

While the man in the white robe spoke, Nero also felt the sword in his hand becoming heavier again. The ambition and martial arts she had been proud of in the past seemed to make her feel a sense of shame from the bottom of her heart. It was only after the construction of the Golden Theater was completed that the home game was only to use this home advantage to drive the fighting spirit in her heart, and drew the original fire out an arc and then cut it forward.

This man in white robe was Mark, and he naturally represented the Gospel of Mark, who was responsible for preaching to the outside world among the four gospels. With the blessing of Jesus, the gospel alone completely suppressed the fighting spirits and the sacred spirits in the hearts of the heroes, and could not have any intention of fighting. Even Nero, who barely took action in the Golden Theater, turned the originally fierce and rapid blow into ordinary and could not cause any threat.

Almost as Nero's hand was over, the terrifying magic flow that was extremely fierce suddenly spread out from mid-air. Kratos, who held the double blades of the gods, suddenly appeared in front of Marco in his charge.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, the anger that had originally accumulated in his heart was completely angered by the spiritual bewitching of Mark's Gospel. He did not stop at the moment. The double blades of God in his hand simply chopped down at the man in white linen robe in front of him.
Chapter completed!