Nosferatu, Eternal Night.

In the dark night sky, energy bursts from every corner of the city, and then gathers in the sky and hits the center of the city.

Sigmon stood in the snow, standing on both sides of his side were Vilamont and Maria, and behind him were Eporos and her followers.

"Let's start." Sigmun nodded at Veramonte. There was a shortage of manpower, but the enemy was in the light and I was in the dark. Their fighting strategy was also very simple. First, we took the opportunity to sneak attack, destroy an energy tower, and kill the ancient gods guarding it. The whole process must be fast. It should be easy to gather the strength of everyone.

Next, it depends on some luck. If the ancient god on the opposite side can quickly kill the second one while it is not reversed, then if you don’t calculate the divine emperor who guards the central area, from the outside, the high-end combat power of both sides will be basically the same.

Even his side has to have a little advantage. After all, Veramont is no longer the same as before. Although he cannot compare with his peak period, he is still much stronger than the ordinary ancient gods.

At this time, Sigmun's previous explosive power had been consumed when facing the Sun Judgmenter. Without counting the extra power, he is now basically the same as Dresel when he fought with Eltan.

If you include the funeral blade and Dressel's temporary help, Sigmun's combat power can also be at the forefront among the six divine masters in the Oracle Church.

As for Maria, for some reason, Sigmun always felt that her fighting condition was surprisingly good at this time. Perhaps the recent battle rekindled her hunting instinct hidden in her blood.

"Start with the weakest!" Veramont understood the meaning of Sigmun's eyes. He opened his hands and the world in front of him was divided into two halves. In the transparent light curtain, an energy tower made of ice and snow appeared in front of everyone.

The next moment, Sigmun stepped out, and in the dark night sky, the funeral blade flashed from his hand, his arms gently swung, and the folded sickle bounced away, and the pale bone handle looked extremely dazzling in the night.

His movements seemed very slow, his body stretched out, and after a brief accumulation of energy, the sickle came out of his hand.

The wind and snow in the sky were split open, and the waving sickle was turning faster and faster. In an instant, only a circular afterimage was left. The rotating sickle was like a rising full moon. When it reached the highest point, Sigmun clasped his hands together and poured the animal nature in his body into it.

【Cut off】

At this moment, he felt the power of the funeral blade.

The weapon was chopped out, crushing the energy that enveloped the ice tower with an unreasonable attitude. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. With the breaking of defense, the connection between the entire ice tower and Nosferatu was cut off.

Amid the roar, the ground sank, and it seemed that an invisible hand was driving the entire ice tower into the ground from a high altitude.

"It's my turn." Sigmun broke the connection of the surface, and Veramont then took action. The cloak behind him fluttered, the starlight flashed, and then evenly covered the entire sky between the vibrations.

The dark night sky was lit up. In the condensed starlight, a starry tree grew from the sky and then disappeared in front of everyone. At the same time, the space where the ice tower was located was torn apart and lost its most critical defense. The magnificent tower collapsed instantly. In the falling ice sculptures, a beautiful woman with blue skin jumped out of it.

But before the figure of this woman completely flashed, Maria, who had been accumulating energy for a long time, decisively took action. The blood-colored sword light filled the entire space. The energy compressed and then slashed over the blue figure.

laugh!

puff!

The woman whose body was broken and she had no time to reorganize her body, and a figure jumped out of the blood flowing out of the wound.

It was Eporos, who was the eighth level of the filthy contract, called the filthy stone statue. Her tall body became like a sculpture, and as soon as it appeared, she crazily absorbed the blood of the ancient god. At the same time, Sigmun and others also launched an attack together.

The poor ancient god had no time to resist, and all the picks were drawn in several cycles of repair.

From the beginning of the battle to the end of this, it only took more than ten seconds.

At this time, a huge roar spread throughout Abetus.

"There is still a chance!" Villamont looked excited, and the cooperation between the people completely caught the other party off guard. The most important thing was Sigmun's damage to the energy tower.

When hit by his sickle, the rules of the object itself seemed to be changed. This ability to point directly to the origin was only seen by those first-timers.

Although the sickle is not as strong as theirs, it represents the original rules.

"I don't know where he got this weapon." Villamont sighed secretly. Apart from him, the most surprised of everyone in the field was Eporos and his followers.

Not long ago, in order to save themselves, they launched a sneak attack. Under the leadership of Eporos and another eighth-level, everyone suffered heavy casualties. The resurgents who had finally gathered lost more than half of them. After a long time, they barely recovered their confidence.

But now, in just over a dozen seconds, a tall tower collapsed in front of everyone's eyes. Even though it had been verified many times before, it was not until this moment that they truly recognized the identity of Sigmund's savior.

Just when everyone was surprised, Villamont had broken through the space and led everyone to the next tower.

Sigmon took the initiative decisively and everyone cooperated perfectly. Just as they were about to kill the second ancient god, the light around the tower flickered and a powerful aura spread. Seeing this scene, Veramont waved the cane in his hand.

【Space Blockade】

He is buying time for everyone.

A ray of light burst out from Maria's eyes, and an abnormal flush flashed across her cheeks. Sigmun also suppressed the emotions in her heart and danced the funeral blade again.

Table Tennis!

The space blocked by Villamont was shattered, accompanied by a roar, and a huge, ugly face composed of spiritual power gathered from the sky.

"Vilamont, is it you?!" With this voice, the tyrannical aura swept across the audience.

"The first ancient god Hosimar!" Aporos said in a deep voice, "He is called the ancient god of destruction."

Sigmun felt a strong sense of oppression. Before the other party's original body was reached, he realized a more terrifying power than the Sun Judgmenter, and this man obviously knew Veramont.

"Guard your tower!" Just as the body of the ancient god Hosimal of the destruction was about to appear, a gentle voice spread all over the world, "I'll deal with them."

"As for orders, my Majesty!" Hosimar, who was extremely irritable not long ago, became docile in an instant, and his violent aura disappeared, leaving only his sarcastic voice.

"Vilamont, it is your glory to be able to accept His Majesty's purification."

The stimulating energy disappeared, and a tall and thin figure appeared in the sky. You can see the handsome face under the brim of the other person's hat, but Sigmun in the distance froze in the place.

Because he had seen this face, he was in the speeding nightmare carriage.

"Carriage, Church God Emperor..." Sigmund's heart beat wildly.
Chapter completed!