A storm that was enough to destroy everything appeared in the peaceful town on weekdays

In the middle of the storm, a group of soldiers bathed in holy white light appeared, showing their power expressionlessly, as if they were to tear everything that was blocking them. Countless weapons were thrown at a young man with the wind, just like facing an indomitable pagan, these humanoid angels did not hesitate.

But these cannot cause harm to the young man. The young man is mixed between these soldiers, cleverly borrowing the offensives between different soldiers to offset and resolve each other. He himself is walking in such a battlefield with ease. When there is an unresolvable dilemma, the young man either stabs his hand or his fist and palms, pulling out a strange twisted wave from the invisible void. And every angel warrior who is close to the transparent fluctuation was mercilessly torn in half and eventually turned into light and decomposed.

In the eyes of the boy, he saw countless "lines", and his movements and trajectories were close to the ever-changing silk threads, occasionally making the originally solid lines slightly bent. What appeared in the real world was the transparent ripples that could burst out at most at any time.

"It is the first time I have seen someone who can master the power of space so exquisitely. Your combat skills are rare in the world!" The tall angel holding the invisible wind was complimenting the young man who had dealt with all the heavenly warriors in a tone of respect and admiration.

"Thank you for your praise..." The boy's clothes were covered with blood, and his originally neutral face also had a little more heroic spirit. Even though he had a nearly predictable super intuition and could avoid most of the offensives, he was inevitably injured. Faced with the heavenly soldiers who could use their peak martial arts and strength without any emotion, even if he used the skills of space fluctuation, he was still injured and dealt with those people.

"You are willing to fight me!" Raphael's voice echoed in countless winds, and the indescribable majesty came towards the boy. The silver light door behind Raphael was gradually closing.

"I can't ask for it... You are the first opponent to get me so seriously injured!" Although the boy still had dry blood on his body, the will in his eyes was not wiped out.

As the words between the two ended, countless clashes came from between the two. The boy used a small space to move from time to time to time and flashed through the slash that was faster than once. The acceleration of each slash was about to force his reaction limit, but in such extreme situations, the boy became more and more agile, breaking his original boundaries again and again.

The wind and flames flew with the long sword, and only two constantly interlaced figures were seen on this battlefield. On one side, the wind was able to reach the extreme speed, and on the other side, the space was able to move almost without gaps. The two people competed with will and reactions at such high speed.

As the boy gradually adapted to such speed, he even had the ability to use space fluctuations in his spare time, and Raphael, who was beside him, was cut off from his forearm, but he could quickly return to the original with the repair of the white and green light emitted from his body.

The battle between the two lasted for no reason. Blood splashed out from time to time, and his eyes were a little erratic. It seemed that his physical strength and spirit had reached the limit. Raphael, as a god of incompetence, was not much better. His light was extremely dim, and his power was also squeezed out.

The storm that was originally controlled has gradually dissipated due to the lack of divine power, and only the figures of the two of them can be seen in this ruin.

Puff! The space fluctuation that the boy barely used was hit by Raphael's body, almost slashing him in half. Even if Raphael had a similar healing power, it could not illuminate the dimming light of the gods.

"You are the strongest human beings I have seen! I can achieve such a state with the body of a mortal! I also admire!" Raphael half sat on the ground, even with injuries on his body, his handsome face and noble posture had never changed. However, there was a little more admiration and gratitude on his originally expressionless face.

"Well... my body is not considered a mortal now... but it is different from a god like you..." The forced use of space ripples many times is a huge burden for the young man who has not yet fully mastered the mystery of space. So even if he almost clicked to kill Raphael just now, he was already exhausted and his body was broken.

"Is that true... I can fight you and remind me of the divine battle that had been ten thousand years ago. It is really a battlefield that shakes my mind... It's a pity that I can no longer stay in the present world..." The light on Raphael suddenly rose again, shining on the surrounding ruins.

"Huh...this is..." The boy felt a pure force rushing out from the surrounding void, constantly gathering on him, constantly wrapping his body from the outside to the inside, not only repairing his body, but also pouring another force into his body.

And in this process

"Young man, accept my gift! As the power I gave you to defeat me!" Raphael's face became brighter and a little more smile appeared on his handsome face.

Feeling the continuous influx of power from this world, the young man frowned slightly. Although he had known some things about the Godslayer world, knowing and truly facing each other are different. Although he now guessed that the continuous influx of power might come from Raphael, he still did not understand the essence of this vision.

"Is this?" The boy struggled barely, looking at Raphael, who was still half sitting on the ground, and couldn't help but ask his own question. At this moment, he felt that the power emerging from him was constantly absorbed by his body, and in the process he felt a pain similar to a burning feeling.

"Using the human world as a place of sacrifice, our gods serve as sacrifices to give extraordinary power to mortals. Although I have learned about this since ten thousand years ago, it is the first time I have witnessed such a huge sacrifice with my own eyes." Raphael said with a smile.

"So what is the significance of this ceremony?" The boy asked a little hurriedly when he saw Raphael's body fading.

"We usurped the power of God and gave it to mankind. The ceremony held by Prometheus and Pandora was a contract that was made ten thousand years ago. What I know is limited to this. Just ask the goddess who held the ceremony directly." Raphael pointed to a place where there was nothing and said with a little sigh.

"Oh... Although I am a god from a foreign country, Lord Raphael is not hostile... Forget about the title of goddess, I am the witch who is in charge of disasters and hope." The weak and gentle female voice sounded from behind the boy, and a girl was half-sitting on the ground like the boy and Raphael.

"Although you are a god of a foreign country, the ritual you governed was also signed and established for the balance between man and god. If you have such a god of mind, you have not believed in my master, you can still be respected by me." Perhaps because of the collapse of the divine nature, Raphael no longer had the momentum of being above others as before.

Only then did the boy have the energy to notice the girl sitting beside him. He looked only in his teens, but he had a delicate and cute baby face that made people admire. His long golden hair slid down from his thin shoulders and hung down on her white dress.

No matter from any aspect, the girl in front of her was a cute girl who was unscrupulous, and she was gently looking at the blood-stained boy.

"Oh... I've really experienced a fierce battle. A child like you who can fight gods alone is extremely rare even in these thousands of years." The girl gently wiped away the blood from the boy's face and said with a smile.

"Does most of the others kill the gods while the two gods who don't follow each other are fighting?" Although the boy was a little concerned about the girl's tone, because there were more concerns, the boy still cheered up and asked.

"Well... Hey, your child is still awake, it's so strange... He hasn't come to the world for more than a hundred years, and even the God-killer is now different." The girl said as if she was sighing.

"He is not an ordinary god-killer, Pandora. He is a traveler from a foreign land and the heir of the supreme power." Raphael looked at the boy with a thumbs up and said proudly. Perhaps it would be extremely interesting for him to be able to fight such an opponent.

"Is that right... But even so... he is just a child... he will have the potential to grow into that person in the future. I am very optimistic about you?" The girl glanced at the boy more, maybe because of his identity.

"But Pandora, what is the fundamental purpose of the ritual you held? Even with my wisdom, I cannot see through it." Raphael asked this question before his transparent figure.

"It's just that both humans and gods can survive normally... Although I always control disasters, I still bring hope in the end." The witch named Pandora was very proud to say his essence.

"Is that right... Maybe when I come again... it will be a different world again..." Perhaps because of what I foresee, Raphael muttered at the witch.

"Then, Lord Raphael, I will give you the holy words! I wish this god-killer born in the new century!" said the girl seriously.

"You are the extraordinary man who defeats my warrior! You dare to fight the gods alone! Accept my strength! Let me see what you can do!" Raphael finally sang a holy word, and the light on his body was ignited and eventually disappeared here.

"The new god-killer, a traveler from a foreign land, what do I hope you can change... The contract that had been ten thousand years ago has gradually become invalid... New laws and order are needed!" The girl's words came to the ears of the young man who was a little confused, and it fell silent as the young man's sleep.

(ps1: As expected, we still can't write a good fight otz as usual...

ps2: Thank you Gu Ye Yichen for your reward... But we think it's enough for everyone to read our book and give me a recommendation... Rewards and recommendation tickets will be wasted Qidian coins...
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