Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 596: Demigod Showdown (1)

Xingluo took a step forward and instantly returned to the mercenary group’s base.

The night was as dark as ink, and the forest in the distance was dyed red by the fire.

Pandora descended from the sky with a burst of rapid flapping of wings. She was now at the end of her strength, and the flaming wings behind her spread out, burning the high-ranking knights who tried to approach her into charcoal.

Flames shot up into the sky, deep purple flames flickered in her pupils, and she looked like a goddess reborn from the fire.

However, the holy light is shrinking.

"Pandora, are you alright?"

At the end of the forest, hundreds of high-level knights with shining platinum formed an array, holding spears. The holy light flowed and formed an invisible sky curtain, covering the entire battlefield.

The leading Paladin raised his scepter high and said in a cold voice:

"This is the Holy Judge Skynet. Even the power of the divine beast Xuyuan will not be able to escape."

Pandora raised her eyes, her gaze as cold as frost.

"It's Tiffany..." She whispered, her heart trembling slightly.

The mastermind behind all these ambushes and hunts was none other than Tiffany, the one who had fought alongside her.

Tiffany developed a strong hatred for Pandora because of her love for Xingluo, and after absorbing the energy of the abyss, even her negative emotions were amplified a lot.

"Pandora, you are finally here."

On the high platform in the distance, Tiffany's white robe fluttered, her golden hair flowing in the wind, like the incarnation of holy light.

But the light in her eyes was as cold as ice.

"In the name of God, I grant you... the end."

She waved the scepter in her hand, and the seventy-two judges of the temple stepped forward at the same time, with their holy light spears pointing at Pandora.

"In the name of God? What a joke. You just took advantage of my weakness after the war. Now that the Pope is dead, do you think you are the new Pope?"

Pandora slowly spread her arms, and the flaming wings behind her suddenly expanded. The flames transformed into countless phoenix feather blades, soaring into the sky and sweeping across the entire venue.

——Urobuchi Divine Flame·Burning God Feather Rain!

boom--!

Feather blades fell like a rain of fire, instantly tearing into pieces the shields of more than a dozen high-level knights.

But in the next moment, countless golden runes lit up in the high-level knight array, suppressing the flames.

"Pandora, what you bear is not the flame beast, but the curse of the abyss."

"Xingluo is too stupid to let you stay by my side."

When Pandora heard Xingluo's name, her heart trembled slightly.

"……Shut up."

"Oh? Are you feeling guilty?" Tiffany sneered, "Want to live? Hand over the Urobuchi Divine Flame, and I might be able to give you a quick death."

Pandora stared at her, flames surging in her palms.

"Want it? Exchange your life for it!"

She flapped her wings suddenly, and her whole body turned into a red-gold flaming phoenix, soaring into the sky.

Flames burned the sky, the forest turned to scorched earth, and the air was distorted by the heat.

Dozens of Holy Judges brandished their holy spears, transforming the holy light into chains in an attempt to bind the Phoenix.

"mortal……"

The extremely low divine whisper echoed throughout the fog.

"The Pope who has lost his true body is now just an empty shell pretending to be divinity. It is because of this that this body even surpasses the original body." Constantine, the Storm Lord and the Dean of the Fallen God Academy, hovered in front of the fog.

Deep in the sea of fog, thunder roared, like a giant beast rolling over in the sky.

A thick purple lightning streaked across the sky, and in an instant, the entire sky seemed to be split by an invisible sharp blade, with light and darkness clearly separated. On the left side of the sky, dark clouds rolled, the storm roared, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere; on the right side of the sky, the light was blazing, hymns echoed, and the dazzling holy light seemed to completely purify the earth.

On this treacherous border, the fog was surging, spewing out waves of heart-pounding elemental fluctuations, as if this world was being torn apart by two completely opposite wills.

In the center of the fog, a tall and thin figure was floating quietly, with invisible air currents surrounding him, making him look like an isolated island in the eye of a strong wind, both peaceful and dangerous.

He wore a dark blue robe, with intricate golden magic patterns on the fabric that appeared and disappeared from time to time, shining like a living thing, swaying gently with the wind, like ripples on the sea. On the tall pointed hat, countless ancient runes were engraved, and pale golden light seeped out from between the runes, as if tiny spirits were whispering.

His right hand lightly grasped a wind-element scepter, the shaft of the scepter was as deep as the night sky, and the wind-element crystals inlaid on it sparkled with azure light. At the tip of the scepter, a small and violent storm vortex was slowly spinning, and the whistling suction force pulled at the surrounding magic power, devouring it like a hungry beast.

His long silvery-white hair was scattered on his shoulders, occasionally lifted by the wind, like a stream of light entangled in the night sky. His long beard trembled in the wind, revealing a bit of the calm majesty of an ancient wise man. The half-moon-shaped glasses were lightly placed on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses vaguely reflected the afterimage of lightning. The eyes behind the lenses were a thrillingly blue, like the eye of a storm, clear and sharp, giving people a suffocating feeling as if they were being stared at by a storm.

——The Lord of Storms, the Dean of the Fallen God Academy, Constantine used his full strength for the first time, because the opponent was also a demigod, and even stronger.

Before he opened his mouth, low roars sounded between heaven and earth, as if all the winds were waiting for his orders.

At this moment, the light on the opposite side suddenly surged.

From the sky, a holy beam of light suddenly descended, piercing through the heaven and earth and landing directly in front of the fog.

A figure wearing holy armor slowly walked out of the column of light.

Every step he took seemed like he was stepping on invisible stairs, which gave off platinum-colored light patterns under his feet, extending into a straight road. On both sides of the road, the void turned into platinum-colored marble floors, with reliefs of gods and hymns emerging, and countless heavenly hymns humming in his ears, making him feel dazed.

His figure was tall and straight, but his face was covered by endless holy light and was blurry.

Only behind——

Twelve golden wings spread high up, like twelve small suns, covering half the sky. Each feather was shining with holy light, and when it trembled slightly, thousands of light spots fell, turning into countless tiny angel shadows in the void, surrounding him and whispering prayers.

A fierce and irresistible divine pressure spread out and surged in all directions like a tide, causing the fog at the edge of the sea of fog to steam with a "hissing" sound and dissipate in large areas.

——The incarnation of the former Pope of the Holy See of Light.

It is also an existence that has now been completely devoured by the angel's will - a weapon of war without a trace of humanity, purely executing the "will of light".

"Constantine the Mortal"

The voice came from the void, like the friction of cold metal, without a trace of emotion, but with a coldness that looked down on all living beings.

"I admire your wisdom."

The light flickered slightly, and one could vaguely see the cold light in his eyes.

"But your existence is unforgivable."

Constantine's robe was blown up by the wind, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Finally, even you, the Supreme Vessel of the Holy See, can't help but show up."

His deep voice was like a giant beast sleeping in the deep sea. Once it woke up, it would cause huge waves.

He raised his glasses, and a cold light flashed across the lenses: "What a pity... your humanity has long been burned clean by the sacred flame of hypocrisy."

There was no compassion in his voice, only the calmness and mockery unique to a wise man, as if he was evaluating an ancient and dangerous chess game.

"You are no longer a 'human', but a puppet of God."

The wind grew stronger and dark clouds rolled in.

Constantine gently waved the scepter, and a tiny crack appeared in the void. Faint blue-white electric light flashed in the crack, and low thunder came from the crack.

"In that case, let me see—"

"Can the wind of mortals tear apart the light of false gods?"

"Ok?"

"You want to forge a blade that kills God? This is blasphemy against God."

"All participants are responsible for my fault."

Thunder suddenly fell and turned into billions of light beams, trying to burn down the entire Flame Hammer Workshop.

With Xingluo's return, he started the alchemy ritual immediately. He knew that he couldn't deal with the gods at all with his current strength. Even one of the opponent's eyes was beyond the power of a mortal body.

In the Flame Hammer Magic Workshop, the red fire was burning fiercely, as if the entire space was thrown into the abyss of lava.

Xingluo stood quietly in the center, his gray-black cloak was tattered, and the breath after the divine flame burned out was like a dry volcano, quiet and suppressing unimaginable power.

“…I’m finally back.”