Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 597: Demigod Showdown (2)

The starry sky caressed his fingertips, and a ray of faint blue fire flickered quietly. That was the forbidden work he had reversely deduced after dissecting countless starry sky remains and weapons in the abyss, analyzing the structures of starry sky daggers, starry sky bracelets, starry sky shields, etc. - the God-killing suit.

"This set of equipment is not designed to cope with ordinary battles, but is made for killing gods."

Xingluo's eyes were cold and he whispered softly in his heart.

The core of the Flame Hammer roared loudly.

The four red-bearded dwarf craftsmen retreated together, with awe and fear in their eyes.

"Sir, do we really want to use... the Heart of the Star as the core?"

The dwarf workshop owner swallowed his saliva. That was a mineral that only existed in the cracks of the void. Even if it was just a fragment, it would be enough to serve as the core of the empire's national treasure.

"Yes, this is something I accidentally found when I returned to the main material plane from the abyss. It happens to be used here."

Xingluo uttered only one word, raised his hand and clenched it, and the space of the entire workshop collapsed.

——Open the strongest mode of the workshop.

The alchemy formation emerged, and a huge magic formation enveloped the entire workshop. Fire, thunder, void power, death, time and space, and many other magic force fields were running at the same time. The air was trembling, the furnace fire was surging, and the red turned into dark purple.

Xingluo first picked up a piece of void meteorite and threw it into the furnace.

He closed his eyes and clasped his hands.

"Divine Flame: Divine Fire at the Earth's Core."

boom--!

An invisible flame ignited, without any light, but causing the space to distort.

The meteorite was quickly melted, turning into a silvery-white fluid of starlight. He stretched out his right index finger, and a drop of blood dripped into it from the tip of his finger.

——Use the blood of fallen stars to activate metal.

The fluid suddenly rolled, making a low roar.

That was the awakening of the Abyss Life Metal - before it could be fully activated, it had to be sealed with star fragments, otherwise it would backfire on the soul of the forger.

"Pandora..."

Xingluo murmured softly, as if he had heard what she had just said:

"The blade that kills gods must have the bones of gods as its spine, the blood of the abyss as its tip, and the soul of destiny as its guide."

Although the entire continent was fractured, countless ruins show the efforts of mankind. Even before death, people were frantically researching how to resist the gods, or even kill them. This is especially true in the abyss, where many materials can be used to hurt the gods. Many documents also have bold speculations and attempts on how to hurt a god.

He opened his left hand, took out a piece of the angel of light bone found in the battle of the abyss, and plunged it into the starlight fluid.

This rare material made Xingluo fall into memories.

That was a battle before Xingluo became the Grand Mage.

There is no light, no sound, only endless darkness and flowing dead air. The "land" underfoot is made up of countless twisted bones and cracked feathers, and it makes a tooth-grinding sound when you step on it.

Xingluo walked alone in this desperate place, the divine flame crystal flickered slightly, protecting him from the death energy that corroded his soul. His face was pale and his chest was in pain.

"The angel's spine... can only be found here."

This is a record in the literature, and also an attempt to study the great power of mankind in the Age of Great Magic.

It is said that during the ancient war, a seven-winged Seraphim was dragged into the abyss by the Fallen King, his seven wings were torn off, his soul was stripped away, and only an undead remnant remained. His spine was infused with too high a concentration of holy light and is still burning in the deathly aura.

To seize it means to become an enemy of the curse of the entire Land of Fallen Wings.

"Click... click..."

There was a faint sound of bones rubbing against each other, as if something was crawling slowly in the dark.

Xingluo stopped and became alert.

Behind him, the hastily forged obsidian dagger had been corroded by the death energy, and the blade was covered with cracks.

The next moment, a pitch-black shadow claw suddenly stretched out from the ground!

--boom!

Xingluo quickly turned sideways, and a flame of time and space burst out, burning Shadow Claw to ashes.

"Shadow Prison Beast..."

His eyes were stern.

This thing is the native evil spirit of the Fallen Wing Land, specializing in devouring the souls of outsiders. Even if it is just a trace of residual image, it has the power to tear apart high-level magicians.

But the real guardian of the Land of Fallen Wings is not these Shadow Prison Beasts, but——

"The remains of the fallen angel Cyril."

Gradually, a towering throne of bones appeared in front, and on the throne, a broken body sat quietly.

Seven wings were broken, and the remaining three wings were entangled by the deathly energy of the abyss, still trembling slightly.

The chest cavity collapsed and the neck was broken, only the silver-white spine emitted a blazing holy light, which was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

Xingluo approached slowly, the fire of time and space burning in his eyes.

"That's it... the angel's spine!"

But just as he stretched out his hand, the figure on the throne suddenly raised its head, and a faint blue light flashed in its empty eye sockets.

"Intruder..."

A hoarse, broken sound came out from the mouth of the wreckage, as if thousands of dead souls were roaring.

boom! !

The entire Fallen Wing Land began to tremble. Death energy gathered and turned into countless pitch-black chains that suddenly sprang out from the ground, intending to lock Xingluo's feet.

"Don't try to stop me!"

Xingluo roared angrily, his pupils suddenly ignited with red flames, and the divine flame crystal in his body beat violently.

Rumble——!

A vortex of blazing flames swept out, burning the chains apart. However, the next moment, a giant hand made of pure death energy slapped down, and the air collapsed instantly.

Xingluo barely dodged, but the deathly aura still hit his shoulder, and his flesh and blood festered in an instant.

"cough……"

He groaned, and the intense pain caused his hands to tremble slightly.

"A tiny mortal..."

Cyril roared softly, and his broken wings vibrated violently. Countless fallen feathers turned into black blades of light and poured down.

The Starfall seal was formed, and the space-time barrier was erected, blocking the impact of the feather blade. The barrier collapsed, and he staggered back a few steps.

"Damn it... If I don't end this battle, the death energy will completely corrode my soul."

His eyes turned cold and he quickly bit his tongue, spraying the hot blood into the magic.

"open!!"

boom--! ! !

The flame suddenly turned dark red, and the lingering deathly aura hissed and retreated in front of the out-of-control flame. Xingluo tapped his toes, and his figure instantly turned into a stream of red light, circling behind the remains of Cyril.

"It's now!"

He slashed down with his sword, and the uncontrolled flaming blade slashed fiercely at the angel's spine!

——clang!!!

The flames of time and space dissipated, and the dagger shattered.

"Useless?!"

Xingluo's pupils suddenly shrank.

He remembered a record by an alchemist during the Age of Great Magic, which stated that the angel's spine must be removed by neutralizing the holy will of the spine with the power of holy light purification.

"Holy Light Purification..."

Xingluo's eyes were cold, and he suddenly raised his left hand and pressed a silver-white fallen angel feather to his chest. Xingluo, who had little respect for the gods, had already begun to study light magic, and even the gods themselves.

"Use your strength to fight against yourselves!"

When the feather resonated with the Divine Flame Crystal, the space-time magic and the Divine Flame Crystal suddenly turned into a stream of light interwoven with silver-white and dark red, pouring directly into the remains of Cyril.

"what--!!!"

The remains of the fallen angel let out a terrifying roar, and the death energy and holy light tore each other apart wildly, and even the surrounding space was cracked with hideous cracks.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xingluo suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the spine tightly.

"Break it for me!!!"

——Crack! !

With a crisp sound, the angel's spine was forcibly pulled out. The blazing holy light instantly engulfed Xingluo's body, and he only had time to roar:

"Divine Flame·Soul Refining Seal!"

The next moment, the blazing white holy light suddenly went out.

Xingluo knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, his palm tightly grasping the silver-white spine, blood dripping through his fingers.

“…Got it.”

Just as flames were rising into the sky inside the Flame Hammer Workshop, outside the workshop, the world was already filled with a murderous aura.

The sky was torn apart by golden light, and angels slowly descended from the light gate, with holy pressure covering a hundred miles.

"Xingluo, come out and die!"

In the center of the six-winged angel's chest, an old but fanatical voice sounded -

The Pope of the Holy See of Light has now completely become a container of the angels' will.

He walked slowly, and with every step, a golden holy lotus bloomed under his feet, and a torrent of holy light roared towards the flaming hammer.

"If you want to touch him... ask me first!"

boom--!

A tall figure blocked the way. Constantine, a magician, was wearing worn-out knight armor and holding a dark red giant sword. He looked like an unshakable steel wall.

The remains of the Fallen Angel on the throne trembled slightly, and finally slowly lowered its head, completely losing all breath.

But just as Xingluo was about to leave, a whisper suddenly sounded in his mind:

"Mortal...you will bear the curse..."