[Death Knell] Samikina was stunned for a moment, and all the beings watching the battle were collectively stunned.
Probably [Death Knell] never dreamed that the "overestimated" mortal it wanted to destroy with all its strength would actually be its nemesis.
After being hit by it with all its strength, this mysterious young man actually survived and still had some energy left to steal him.
This is what makes Samikina most devastated.
"What did you do!?" Mr. Deathstroke's furious voice echoed in the sky.
At this moment, the four goddesses were surprised to find that the figure of Mark beside them suddenly blurred. He had already soared into the sky and arrived not far from the [Death Knell].
I don’t know why, but the roar of [Death Knell] turned into a slightly plaintive “What are you doing——” in Mark’s ears.
Ahem!
That's too far.
With one successful blow, Mark didn't give Samikina any chance to resist, and poured all the god-level destiny points into the long serrated knife in one breath.
It seems that the serrated knife, which is only a little over one meter long, is not a big deal. Compared with this terrifying giant hand, although it looks a bit injured, it should not be fatal.
In Mark's eyes: This is over.
"Samikina, this is a high-end game!" Mark said softly in words that others would never understand.
Mr. Deathstroke could not accept Mark's provocation.
The ferocious demon's big hand twitched violently, and a tornado of black smoke seemed to respond to its call, aiming at Mark in mid-air and blasting straight down from the sky.
Unexpectedly, the black smoke tornado gave others the feeling that the thunder was loud and the rain was small.
The boom came down.
When the tornado hit the top of Mark's head, it actually turned its back on its owner. Like a docile puppy, it gathered into a bright cloud of smoke in Mark's raised right hand.
It feels like at this moment, Mark is the god who dominates the black smoke, a real god of darkness.
"No...impossible...Mark Destiny, you, you, what did you do!?" The giant demon hand that began to twitch in mid-air made a horrifying sound.
"It's nothing, I'm just telling you that as a sacrifice, you must act like a sacrifice." Mark lightly pinched the smoke ball condensed with dark divine power, rounded it and flattened it as if it were a tangible object.
He kneaded it on the ground and finally threw it lightly onto the Caribbean below.
On this beautiful pure white armed cruise ship, countless tentacles of fog suddenly overflowed from every port window. They looked like Squidward's tentacles and the gray shadows of fog ghosts passing by.
The weird atmosphere filled up instantly.
"Ah! This is..." Barbara stopped dancing and stared at Mark in the air.
Mark was suspended in the air and smiled slightly: "Good stuff brought here."
[Wrist of Mist]!
According to the system's judgment, this is a large, god-level piece of equipment that can implement the user's will, transform into any different form, and launch attacks or defenses.
The only problem is that this thing can only be installed on giant extraordinary beings or large extraordinary objects.
Mark did some math and figured out that this thing would either be given to the tree god, and the only one that could meet the installation requirements was the Caribbean number connected to his soul.
Therefore, a well-armed cruise ship can even serve as a ghost ship when necessary.
Mr. Deathstroke here collapsed: "No! Why!?"
Mark didn't answer. Another clone of him appeared, holding a golden holy sword in his hand.
"Since you insist on finding me, I will give you death."
The divine radiance, which is similar to but different from the goddess of light, has purified countless fallen worlds invaded by demons in the Azeroth universe. It not only purifies, but also has the purpose of destruction.
This shining golden clone suddenly rushed forward, and the golden light it brought out formed a golden spear in the sky, piercing directly towards the demon's big hand - Samikina's body.
Only a few god-level beings can truly notice that what this golden clone is aiming at with its sword is the same serrated sword that was nailed to the demon's big hand before.
Originally, everyone thought this was a scene where a sledgehammer smashed nails.
The result is a little different from what everyone expected.
The moment the golden sword touched the serrated sword, the two swords underwent a wonderful transformation. The serrated sword magically embedded itself into the big sword. At the last moment, it looked like a two-handed sword.
Did it become a huge saw-toothed machete!?
"Dong——"
The thick black clouds in the sky were shaken away by the spiritual light of this divine blow. The black clouds and mist that had gathered in a vortex under the summons of Mr. Deathstroke were torn to pieces on the spot.
Others only saw that with a loud "boom", a golden-red light beam poured from the back of the devil's hand into the entire devil's hand. This was not a hole, but an explosion from the inside out.
The entire demon hand first swelled at least twice, and then a ball of fiery red light came out from every corner of the hand.
There seemed to be a faint sigh in the sky.
In the blink of an eye, countless golden lights spread out from the demon's hands. The thick blood vessel walls suddenly turned into nozzles. Light beams shot out from every inch, eventually tearing all its biological structures into pieces and turning it into pieces.
The blood mist filled the sky and dissipated in this world.
Then everyone on the battlefield saw the handsome figure in the sky who sheathed his sword.
"He is my lord Mark Destiny!"
I don't know who was the first to shout out, and the coalition forces below suddenly burst into cheers.
"Oh oh oh!"
"Victory!"
"Praise to Lord Destiny——"
The shouts of victory shook the world.
Over there, without the command of Mr. Deathstroke, the giant black ape stopped strangely, and stupidly received a heavy beating from the tree god.
However, Suman stopped after beating him twice. Mark asked him to stop in the soul circuit.
"Save your strength, Suleman, I want to keep this thing to pull the boat."
"As ordered." The tree god said angrily.
Only the giant ape stopped moving. The other corrupted and fallen gods of art and the demons did not disperse in one fell swoop. Instead, they faithfully carried out the last order given to them by Samikina - charge!
However, this kind of cannon fodder-style attack is destined to be in vain. No orders are needed, the angels and the Legion of Heroic Spirits will naturally end it.
In the eyes of onlookers, this was Mark showing off his power and killing Samikina instantly with one strike, deciding the outcome of the entire battle.
Only a small group of people at the core will know the truth of the matter.
Back in his suite, Mark slumped down comfortably on the sofa, while Barbara and Muse leaned in on the left and right to greet each other.
Mark smiled: "In the place where I recaptured the important soul of the Muse, I got a small gadget for sacrifices."