One moment, Cohen was gentle and gentle, with the demeanor of the most outstanding diplomat; at this moment, Cohen was aggressive, with the sharpest gangster momentum. The gap between the two attitudes was so big that it can be said to be jaw-dropping. The crow who was stimulated by him could not react for a moment.
It is normal to come, because Cohen is so cunning, the crow must guess his intentions and avoid the traps he has set.
On the other hand, it is also obvious that the ability of the source of life belongs to the top level of all creatures in the Bis world. There is no sense in human beings provoking such a peak existence, unless he can really defeat the crow.
Speaking of Cohen's strength, he had previously used an astonishing three steps to cross two magic circles, which must have made great progress in terms of ability.
But this kind of progress is not enough to support him to challenge the crow, right? You must know that the power of the source of life cannot be surpassed by others through hard work. Their transcendent status is as natural as people who need to eat and sleep!
If Cohen defeated the Source of Life, it would be like breaking through the laws of this world, just as incredible as the little tax collector at the city gate beheading the emperor.
In fact, no one knows Cohen's true strength at this time. Even Fischette cannot accurately assess it because he only knows part of Cohen. But as a close friend, he knows that Cohen will take action. This kind of behavior has nothing to do with winning or losing.
It goes beyond winning and losing - but the most bizarre thing is that the ancient will turned a blind eye to Cohen's provocative behavior, or they also understood this reason.
This truth that is so secretive that it is difficult to explain clearly is actually very simple: peace cannot be achieved by empty words and white teeth.
In the human world, even if it is a high-sounding peace agreement, if you want to ensure that it takes effect, it must use absolute force as the final stop. As the initiator of the whole thing, if Cohen does not reveal his strength at the right time, then his previous actions against
The persuasion of the ancient will will be very weak, and you will lose the qualification to continue to participate.
Even if he didn't stab anyone, he would at least take off his shoes and pat the table.
There is no personal enmity between Cohen and Crow. The emotional factors he mentioned before may exist, but they are not complete. No matter how many "chosen one" and "awakened person" hats Cohen wears on his head, in fact he only represents
He has always only led mankind, and everything he has done is only for the benefit of mankind, and this purpose has never changed - so what he is launching now is actually a show of force related to the future of mankind.
Speaking of which, this is the first time that Cohen has taken the initiative to challenge. Perhaps he is tired of the waves of behind-the-scenes opponents as he said, or perhaps he has gained insight into everything while pretending to be dead... In short, Cohen takes advantage of his eyes.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to use a battle limited to two individuals to win a place for mankind and prevent unknown large-scale disasters in the future.
Among the three parties at the scene, the mother goddess's power has been weakened and her injuries are serious. It is useless for Cohen to win; although the ancient will is very suitable, it only reveals a phantom, and the real body is beyond his reach; so only Crow is left.
Choice. This can be regarded as a bad luck for Crow. Not only did he not successfully overthrow his predecessor and take over the world, but he even faced this inexplicable challenge.
Crow couldn't expect this change, and his whole body was about to explode!
If Crow is still afraid of something, if he still has an enemy that is difficult to defeat in this world, it can only be Cohen Keda!
As the source of life awakened by Cohen himself, he also received a lot of secret information during the awakening process. Among other things, the wisdom and power contained in Cohen's body confused and surprised him.
As long as there are other choices, Crow really doesn't want to conflict with Cohen. The source of life versus humans, if they win, they will lose, and if they lose, it will be even worse.
"Your body is no stronger than ordinary humans, and it can't hold much power. I can't win." Crow spent a lot of effort to suppress his emotions. After thinking carefully, he tried to dispel Cohen's decision, "And
I'm not good at pure competition, I can't control it."
"You're right, I'm afraid of accidentally beating you to death." Unexpectedly, Cohen's tone was louder than him, and he pushed him into the corner more unscrupulously, "Then let's fight from where we are now, at least
It can protect two eternal elemental arrays."
Fichet was secretly amused. With Cohen's promise, the ancient will would not interfere. The crow's growth direction is obviously towards containing the Mother Goddess. The existence of a figure who can compete with her is actually helping them.
Relieve worries.
As an opponent, and being shrouded in Cohen's provocative gaze, Crow naturally fell into deep doubts. In his opinion, this kind of jumping up and down was no different from seeking death, but giving in blindly was not an option, so he nodded in agreement and took
Determined to make Cohen suffer a lot: "That's good, I'll try not to damage the magic circle."
The hesitation in Crow's words disappeared, and his tone was as calm as dead water. Naturally, the implication of his words was to hit Cohen painfully, but the latter's performance was very disapproving. Cohen first followed his companions who came over
After exchanging a few words, he asked the Four Elemental Gods to arrange for his companions to retreat. As a result, almost all of his companions gathered behind Cohen, including Feilin, Moya, Haiert, etc., all of whom were absent.
Everyone knows Cohen's style of acting and understands Cohen's intentions, so at this moment when they can't intervene, no one shows any other emotions, let alone tears and drags clothes and is not allowed to leave. Cohen's
The opponent is the Crows. Of course they will be worried and worried, but everyone hides these emotions and only sends Cohen on the court with smiles and confidence.
Cohen walked to the edge of the magic circle and stood facing the wind with his sword in hand.
In his black pupils, the gentle smile was slowly dissipating, as if a completely different idea was awakening from his body.
His actions and demeanor showed that he was not faking, because the core of this battle was to show force to shock the world, so it had to be a real fight and not a reserve of strength. Cohen was definitely playing it real this time, and his momentum fully demonstrated this.
The crow also clearly received his thoughts, so after a blink of an eye, the light and shadow on the crow's face became calmer, and occasionally a rune or line flashed out, but it carried a strong and stern aura.
In fact, both sides are free and easy-going people who refuse to bow their heads. They are both people who believe in giving up and fighting if you can't escape.
The crow's voice sounded solemn, and he said to Fichet, who was not far away: "You should leave here, it will be worse if you add more injuries to your injuries." Then he stretched out his hand and picked up a piece of green grass from the green shade beside him.
Ye handed it to Fichet, "Hold it and your injuries can be completely cured."
His face, with only light and shadow but no skin, actually makes it difficult for people to feel kindness.
Fichet was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "Thank you."
As soon as he got the blade of grass, he felt that his whole body was wrapped in abundant vitality, and the internal and external injuries recovered at an astonishing speed. Even the abilities depleted in the battle were replenished - the crow is the source of life, with the word "life"
, as expected, there are many unique features.
"The effect is great, thank you again." Fichet handed back the blade of grass, but the crow had no intention of taking it back and seemed to give it to him.
"I can never own things that don't belong to me." Fichet smiled, let go and let the grass blades fly in the air. The smile on his face was also the kind of one that makes people angry and doesn't pay for their lives. "Although I can't fight, I
I have confidence in Cohen, he won’t hurt me, and besides, I won’t be able to stay around. If I don’t disturb you, I’d better stay here.”
Crow just snorted and stopped talking. Excluding Cohen, Crow had never lost his temper in front of anyone. He seemed to always be so aloof, like an ice rock standing under the moonlight for thousands of years. And Cohen, who was far away from him,
But it is like hot sand that has been baked under the scorching sun for thousands of years.
This is a battlefield between two people, but the battle can determine the entire world!
The vast space of more than a thousand miles stretches quietly, and the light of the sun, moon, and stars intersects and shines down, complementing the red light of the world. Falling on the smooth sea surface, leaving a bright iridescence like glass, and also shining a strange and silent desolation and
Murderous intent. In the silence, the red light of the laws of the world is fading, and the majesty of the ancient will is also shrinking.
Cohen slowly opened his arms and opened his hands at the same time. At first glance, he seemed to be embracing everything in front of him. When he looked again, he seemed to be integrating into the world... The space around him rippled gently like water.
, those folds and overlaps invisible to the naked eye continued to spread outward, but what spread was just his thoughts, and his steps did not move at all.
Crow immediately noticed that a new force had invaded the gap of the magic circle. This force was colorless, odorless and invisible. It was like the most unobtrusive soul-eating poison. It penetrated over time and did not even appear.
Triggering reactions from all the laws of the world.
This weird energy aroused the crow's alert. There were golden magic lines jumping in the light and shadow on his face, outlining the outlines of extremely abstract but expressive facial features. At the same time, bright rainbow-colored light spots overflowed from under his robe,
Floating up and flying around evenly, they were like a group of elves born for battle, arranging the battlefield nervously and orderly.
As the senior spectator closest to the enemy at the scene, Fichet, who had stepped back a little, was exercising his rights and responsibilities as a spectator - he had already changed his clothes and was eating snacks while paying attention to everything that happened. His first conclusion after regaining his condition
Yes: They are thousands of miles apart, so it is not easy to fight.
In this seemingly empty space, in addition to the pressure of the two eternal elemental arrays, there is also the will energy of the ancient will and the laws of the world. The obstacles posed by these energies and pressure are different from the real world.
There is no difference between the mountains and mountains in the world, and they are even more dangerous - a mortal would only get a scar on his head when he hits a wall, but if he hits this kind of energy, it is likely to be a scar as big as a bowl.
If we really want to fight, both sides must avoid these ubiquitous, active volcano-like obstacles.
Regarding power, Fischette has a general understanding of it even if he does not have the experience and way of thinking of Cohen. In his view, there are only three levels of the so-called truth of power. The first level is the essence, which is the most basic composition. Just like the two sides currently use
The energy and coercion that come to set up the battlefield are so vast and pervasive that they are the sky for birds and the ocean for fish.
The second level is the method, which is the improvement of the effect based on the essence. It is the process of accumulating and releasing energy in an appropriate way for special purposes and purposes. For example, if you want to burn or freeze, there will be corresponding explosions and cold currents. From this
From a perspective, there is no difference between a fireball and a city-burning flame, and there is no obvious difference between combat skills and magic. What is tested is only creativity and control.
The third level is an extension, which is a further development of the first two foundations and even adds the requirements of space and time.
Now, what is presented in front of Fichet is such a battle. At least at the first level that Fichet knows, both sides are familiar with it. In this space that originally cannot accommodate the second kind of will, their unique abilities
is infiltrating rapidly.
The crow is letting go of perception in a rigorous and meticulous way, and the whole person's aura changes from fair to sharp. He is like a sharp sword that is constantly being polished, becoming sharper every time people blink, stabbing both people.
Eyes hurt!
On the other side, Cohen remained motionless. The only thing that flashed rapidly was his eyes. Deep in this organ known as the "window to the soul", there was a vast, cold primitive will flowing. This kind of connection between the eyes and the body.
The obvious difference made his friends secretly wonder whether there was another will occupying Cohen's body, because the power Cohen now controls can ignore the pressure of the ancient will and the laws of the world, which makes people feel completely strange.
One side is ignorant, the other is cautious, and the charm of the two continues to extend forward, one thousand, eight hundred, six hundred... Finally, they meet on the "calm" sea, and the sky and ocean that belong to them have been laid out.
They had a tacit understanding and maintained a distance of a hundred miles to confront each other. The distance of a hundred miles seemed vast, but in the eyes of those who understand the law of power, it was just a sprinting space.
Two completely different auras rotate slowly around an invisible origin, occasionally branching out into spiky-shaped branches, spitting out letters like snakes, testing each other's reality - the one that Fichet gave up before.
A piece of healing grass blade was dragged in by the crow's pressure for some unknown reason and is floating leisurely in the center.
Against the blue background, this emerald green is very eye-catching.
It was spinning, forcing its way into this extremely unstable balance confrontation, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, bypassing many existing obstacles with complex and changeable trajectories and slowly falling. When one end of the grass blade just touched the water surface,
The extremely unstable balance was finally broken.
Two huge masses of energy collided violently.
Just listen to the sound of "Boom...", the air in a hundred miles of space was squeezed into a ball the size of a finger, and dozens of arms of seawater under the sea surface froze in an instant! Then with a loud "boom", it was squeezed
The air mass burst suddenly, and the huge ice surface that had just been formed was scraped by the pressure, and suddenly broke into countless ice shards, but they could only stir in the space three feet above the ground!
Only the green grass blades were spinning rapidly, all the way up into the sky.
The explosion formed a strong impact ripple, and the huge energy was pushed to the edge, constantly traveling between the air and the ice water, stirring up a wall of rolling and rising mist! This huge white ripple was like a killing flower.
The flowers bloomed delicately and arrogantly! Until they covered the entire sea area, until they reached the end of the sea and sky.
The magic formations flying in the air and the magic formations rooted in the deep sea began to shake due to this shock. All the creatures affected could not control themselves and let out fierce screams!
Sparse water mist passed by, and a piece of honey-juiced meat jerky in Fichet's hand turned into ashes. But he suddenly didn't realize it, and his eyes were fixed on the field - impacted by the diffuse energy, the robe on the crow's chest actually tore.
Open the mouth, revealing another layer of ancient clothing material underneath.
Obviously, Crow did not expect that the opponent was not weaker than him, and even suffered a small loss. But since Cohen has this kind of unknown ability, it means that he will not be easily killed, so he can put aside his worries and show off.
His fists and feet were gone. In an instant, the crow's silence seemed to expand infinitely, and merged with the sea and sky. His left hand slowly stretched out, and thrust forward with four fingers together.
Suddenly, the invisible and huge blade rushed across the ice, and a conspicuous broken mark was revealed on the floating ice on the sea surface, heading straight to the direction where Cohen was standing. The broken ice in the sky stirred up by this energy began to burn again in an instant.
, shaped like a huge fire snake running in the ice field.
With a "choking" sound, the sword in Cohen's hand was unsheathed, the bright silver blade was placed in front of him, and then he moved lightly - at the same time as Cohen's movement, the broken traces of the rushing attack had just passed the midpoint of the airspace, but he was
As if his throat was cut with a sword, he let out a painful groan, and the body made of invisible energy began to twist and move, drawing shocking images of struggle on the ice.
With just a few strokes, the crow's powerful blow was destroyed! This was an attack at the level of the source of life!
The crystal white of the broken ice and the fiery red of the flames were intertwined in the field of vision, confusing the eyes and confusing the mind.
"This is impossible." The light and shadow on the crow's face flickered, and the golden runes circulated rapidly, suddenly turning into an all-encompassing magic pattern, "In my name, I command the world to be quiet! Pure! Complete!"
As soon as he spoke, darkness had enveloped the realm for thousands of miles. All chaotic light and energy were repelled by his coldness, the ice and snow on the messy sea melted, and even the book of judgment condensed with silver lightning was lifted above the line of sight.
Obviously, the crow was furious, and even the ancient will had to retreat!
The crow made a stroke with one palm, and the smooth sea surface surged, and a large piece of land emerged from below; then he tapped his finger, thunder continued in the sky, and clouds and mist descended in pieces; then he put his hands together, and the mountains in the field protruded,
Rivers crisscross the area, all kinds of magical elements have regained their vitality, and there are even patches of trees and sporadic birds and beasts, making it look like a small world.
The special ability of the source of life is creation, and the crow uses this ability to arrange the environment that is most beneficial to him. He has put aside temptation and hesitation, his body stands upright like a peak, and the robes that are tightly wrapped around his body dance with the wind, and he emits
There was a metallic tremor and a long roar, and the momentum in his body was completely released, supporting a swaying and huge outline outside his body.
Cohen's expression was dull, only the enchanting look in his eyes was flashing rapidly. Under the attention of all things, an abrupt idea that was different from this world was growing and taking shape, like a crystal ice bead exposed to the crow's eyes.
In the face of frenzied killing intent, not only the crows, but also the newly created environment and creatures were roaring and hissing at Cohen!
Fichet was already stunned. He put his hand into the snack paper bag and took it out, but there was nothing on his pinched fingers. He understood the true meaning of strength and saw the necessity of fighting, but he could not guess this sudden change.
——The crow reacted so fiercely, as if facing a natural enemy; while Cohen gave up the advantage of language and focused on provoking the other party's most sensitive nerves.
This is no longer a question of whether to keep it or not! (To be continued)