Chapter 775 The Fourth Generation of God King

"Impossible, I saw the shadow of hell shrouding your destiny line, and your injuries are also real..."

The exotic young woman with waist-length black hair covered her waist, which was almost half wiped off, and stared at everyone in disbelief.

Michael stared at the enemy with his clear eyes and slowly raised his left hand.

A golden scale turned from virtual to real, and slowly condensed between his fingers.

As the scales tilted, reality and illusion flipped, and the injuries on everyone's bodies disappeared instantly.

Immediately, Ling Xiyi stretched out her hand to grab it, and a simple and mysterious scroll of bamboo slips floated in front of her. She lightly touched it with her white hand, and it was like an eraser wiping across the paper, and the handwriting of everyone's real names slowly dissipated.

A proud smile appeared on her delicate and beautiful face, and she murmured in a low voice.

"Indeed, the injuries and fate are real. We have distorted reality and modified fate. Everything is real!"

As she spoke, she took a slight step forward, purple-black netherworld flames rose into the sky, and her cold voice became majestic and ethereal, as if the whole world was resonating with her.

"Just because you want to peek at our fate in the realm of death? You clearly don't take me seriously! The mighty Tianlong!"

The white and tender little hands are raised high, and infinite power is condensed in the bamboo slips, as if the enemy will be dragged into the world of the dead in the next second, and the endless hell will be suppressed forever.

But a big hand held the catkin and gently pulled it down. Seeing Li Rui shaking his head incomprehensibly, Ling Xiyi endured it angrily.

However, the escaping netherworld flames swept across the ground like ripples, and a group of enemies involuntarily took a few steps back, looking ugly.

Michael on the side looked at them leisurely, with the corner of his mouth curved into a half-smile.

"I caught a big fish..."

"The Brood of Corruption - Lomulistina"

"Criminal Chaos—Anaiga!"

"Shadow of the Underworld - Amandora!"

"Painful Torment - Menehka"

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Their names were announced one by one, and their noble and holy pure gold pupils swept across the crowd, and the expressions on the human bodies of the evil gods became increasingly ugly.

"It's worth all our efforts to lure you out. If we face you alone in the finals, the outcome will be really unpredictable..."

Michael murmured to himself. Although he was arrogant in his heart, he was not arrogant.

In terms of existence form, the human body is a suture monster of divinity and personality. It is useless at the level of mythology. However, at the level below mythology, the power they can exert is much stronger than the reincarnated mortal body!

If both sides fight as the strongest gods, the three Seraphs are not afraid of these evil gods.

But when they descend to the earth, their energy levels limit their power limits, and their numbers become an important factor in determining victory or defeat.

If they were really surrounded by more than a dozen human bodies, the three Seraphs might really return to their thrones and wait for their next reincarnation!

"When did you find out?"

A strange low growl that was neither male nor female escaped from the mouth of the short-haired girl. A large number of thorns spewed out of the hollowed-out wound in her chest, tangled and squirming like maggots.

"I have to say that your original divinity works really well together. If you don't use all your strength, even we won't be able to see through your disguise."

Michael smiled slightly, like an elegant monarch answering his courtiers' doubts.

"However, you were still excited when you saw the Holy Grail of Destiny. Am I right? Lomulistina?"

Elegant eyes looked at the fashionably dressed girl, but at this time she was no longer as calm as before. The flames and bullets left subtle marks on her body, making her look a little embarrassed.

"I don't know why, but you are stalling for time..."

A magnetic and hoarse voice sounded on the battlefield. A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the crowd. His evil eyes glanced at Li Rui and others, and he was keenly aware of a hint of unnatural aura.

He sneered and shook his head carelessly.

"But it doesn't matter, I will deal with you sooner or later..."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, grinning from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears, revealing his fangs like jagged daggers.

"Offer your flesh and blood and soul and become a glorious sacrifice!"

"I dedicate it to you, uncle!"

A golden and red glazed sword energy spread across the sky and the earth, instantly submerging the human bodies of all the evil gods.

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A few minutes ago, Olympus Sanctuary

A handsome man wearing a golden holy garment was half-kneeling outside the altar, his head lowered.

"Mistress, [China] and [The Holy See] have both sent notifications. They cannot spy on and interfere with the [Holy Grail War]. I hope to get your help."

Wearing an ancient Greek-style white gauze skirt and a laurel wreath of pure gold branches on her head, Kazama Sae stood in the center of the altar and raised the back of her hand, revealing the gorgeous and mysterious summoner's mark.

“Isn’t it considered an “external” force only if the fate and cause of the contestants are entangled with it?”

Muttering to herself, the girl who was always noble and cool in the outside world now showed a confused look.

Compared to Seraph, who was reincarnated with certain memories, she has a complete personality, but the price is that she has to learn how to be a "god" from scratch!

Moreover, he is not an ordinary god, but the fourth generation... God-King who holds the supreme authority of Olympus!

With a bitter smile on her lips, the girl shook her head and reached out to grab it.

boom!

Deafening roars resounded throughout the Olympus sanctuary, and dazzling thunder struck down from the sky, condensing into a substantial energy scepter in the girl's hands.

At the same time, she slowly raised her other hand, and the golden divine light condensed in her palm, turning into an exquisite goddess statue with wings on her back.

"Nike, no, maybe I should call you a new name, victory itself - Victoria!"

Looking at the miniature statue in her palm that looked like a real person, Fengjian Sazhi felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

The soul has been lost in those dull and empty eyes, just like the Olympus pantheon after the twilight of the gods, which is only in name and can only survive!

Holding the embodiment of divine power, Fengjian Sazhi gently paused the thunder scepter in her hand.

Endless lightning snakes spread along the patterns on the altar, instantly turning the entire platform into a pool of liquid thunder.

The beautiful eyes gradually lost focus, and the gaze seemed to penetrate the void and look at the end of the long river of time.

A handsome face flashed in her mind, and Fengjian Sazhi whispered softly.

"Who else in this world can stop you two teams from joining forces? Let me see what the future that even you are worried about will look like..."

The power of the entire sanctuary condensed and sublimated under the mobilization of the God King, and the girl's spirituality leaped to a higher dimension, looking at the future with endless possibilities.

After a moment, the out-of-focus pupils suddenly enlarged, and billions of destinies converged and collapsed at a node. A chaotic existence that could not be described in words condensed all "possibilities" into a certain "only one".