He never expected that Shaq's godhead had already taken shape and could be integrated into his body.
As for Count Bolton himself, the godhead is just a seed, hidden deep in the spiritual world, not to mention melted in the heart, and cannot even be released! "You call this the godhead?"
Shaq stroked the black-gold heart beating on his chest, shook his head and smiled.
"This is just the prototype of the godhead.
Only when the divine power is completely integrated into all parts of my body can I be considered a true godhead! A heart is not a god!"
Godhead is an illusory term. Shaq can condense his divine power and deify his heart. It is equivalent to a perpetual motion machine with divine power, and he can use his divine power at will.
However, this is not a god, it is still just the threshold of a god! Only when he condenses his divine power into his internal organs, limbs and trunk, and finally completes the transformation of his head into a god, and releases the brilliance of God all over his body, can he be considered a true god! At this moment, Shaq
Merely concentrating divine power in the heart is far from achieving what God says.
Of course, this is not all of Shaq's strength.
There is a lot more he can do, but just a divine heart is enough to deal with Earl Bolton.
Earl Burton smiled bitterly, feeling a helpless despair in his heart.
With his current strength, he is simply not enough to compete with Shaq.
Even, he didn't even understand how to use divine power.
For Shaq to be able to do this, he has obviously been immersed in divine power for a long time. The previous battles were just a joke to him, not real.
"call!"
Earl Burton clenched his fists and suddenly smiled with relief.
"Shaq, you are my strongest opponent in this life.
I admit that your strength is enough for me to use the final trick! Although you have not yet reached the height of a god, for those of us, you have transcended the category of human beings.
Next, I will express my respect for you in the most solemn way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Count Bolton's body emitted countless golden lights, like burning golden flames, which made everyone feel frightened.
"Chi la la..." A surging momentum was like a tornado, spreading from around Earl Burton, blowing the dark clouds in the sky into pieces.
Earl Burton slowly stretched out his arms, and his originally strong body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few seconds, his size shrank by nearly half, and his body full of muscles was no different from that of an ordinary person! Although the muscles disappeared, his body became much more harmonious, like an international supermodel, slender and tall! "Hoo!
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The golden light released by Earl Bolton was accompanied by a faint blood mist, and his originally golden hair had turned red.
And his momentum also increased accordingly, even worse than Shaq's.
"Um?"
Shaq was slightly startled and felt something was wrong.
He felt a sense of déjà vu from Earl Burton.
He turned to look at the tribal camp. Isn't this the bloodthirsty madness created by Alexander?
No, no, Alexander's bloodthirsty madness has not reached this level! Because once Alexander becomes mad, he will lose consciousness and his body will have no feeling. He can fight his opponent to the end until death! But Earl Burton does not
Showing the sequelae of madness, his mind is very sober, his eyes are firm and profound.
"What's this move?"
Shaq was shocked.
"Whoa!"
Before Shaq could react, Earl Burton suddenly disappeared from the place.
Then, the next second, someone appeared behind him and hit him hard with a heavy punch.
The fist mark formed by golden red steam drove Shaq into the ground.
"snort!!!"
Shaq grunted in pain, using the gravel and soil in the ground to expend all his strength to resolve the impact of the fist mark.
"His strength has actually increased several times in such a short period of time!"
Shaq secretly gritted his teeth and jumped out of the pit.
"Rumble..." The ground shattered suddenly, and the aftermath shook, making the land within a hundred meters loose and fragmented.
Earl Burton stood in the sky, emitting golden and red light.
"Shaq, even if it means death, I will drag you to death together!"
Earl Burton couldn't help but grinned when he saw that his blow had caused substantial damage to Shaq.
He opened his mouth and a large amount of blood spurted out, but he didn't take it seriously and still laughed heartily because he succeeded in this move.
Shaq's expression was very solemn, his black-gold heart was beating "thump, thump", and a strong vitality replenished his injuries.
Soon, the damaged back was intact, with no more scars.
However, the black-gold heart was a little darker.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
A burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the walls of Silvana.
Seeing that Count Bolton had injured the powerful demigod of the tribe, all the Alliance Legion soldiers were in high spirits and their morale increased greatly.
Only Mai Ruowen and several legion commanders had pale faces, clenched their fists, and carefully stared at Earl Bolton on the battlefield.
"Lord Mai Ruowen, what should we do next?"
"If you continue to let Lord Earl burn his life, he is likely to cause permanent damage!"
Mai Ruowen punched the bluestone of the city wall and hummed unwillingly: "Your Excellency, the Earl is buying time for us with his life.
When will Tyrandor's reinforcements arrive?"
Tyrandor is the main city of the Alliance in the Zangarmarsh region. Because it is located at the rear of the battlefield, its population is several times that of Silvana.
Although the number of troops is only over one million, there are more than 200,000 elite combat groups among them.
Originally, Silvana's elite battle group numbered hundreds of thousands, but in the years of battles, they have been defeated.
In fact, in the end, Earl Bolton even spent a lot of effort in gathering an elite battle group of 100,000 people.
Otherwise, Silvana would not have faced the tribe's sudden attack and would not even have room to fight back.
If they were at their peak strength, the 100,000 tribal troops of Qimeng and Mamu would definitely be spoiled by them.
"Telendor has allocated 800,000 troops and is on the way. It is expected to reach Silvana in ten hours.
In addition, the 500,000 troops stationed in Orepol Port are only two hundred miles away from us and can be reached within an hour!"
Orepol Port is the connection point between the Blade's Edge Mountains and Zangarmarsh, a transfer station. There are no ordinary people here. It is a regular military fortress responsible for the delivery and transportation of materials in multiple areas.
Although the garrison only has 500,000 troops, 100,000 of them are elite combat groups.
With Silvana's current condition, these 500,000 reinforcements are enough to change the direction of the entire war! But whether they can last another hour is unknown! McRuven's side is gloomy, and the tribe camp is also worried.
"How...how could this happen?"
Mam swallowed in disbelief.
Qimeng's neck felt cold, and he shrank involuntarily, and said in a deep voice: "This... how can this Bolton have the power to rival Shaq?"