In the blink of an eye, the air shock waves erupted from the collision between the two spread out like ripples in the water. It seemed calm and calm, but in fact it was as turbulent as a tsunami.
The Holy Beloved still looked kind and gentle, with his hands on his chest and his eyebrows lowered.
However, the moment Borchi rushed over, his eyebrows suddenly became fierce.
"boom---"
The flames spread as the impact progressed, like a blooming halo, resisting the head-on collision of Borqi, the legendary golden dragon.
The seemingly old Holy One stretched out his hand in the direction of Bolqi and let out an almost hoarse roar:
"No one,"
"Can block the eternal fire!"
"No one can stop the coming of blazing hope!"
Bolki was thrown into the sea of fire by the wind and waves, and his golden scales reflected the firelight and shone brightly.
The half-dragon body contained infinite power, far beyond the power of an ordinary human legendary professional. He spread out and punched the center of the flames.
"Bang!"
First there was a muffled sound in the air.
Then, I saw a large opening leading directly to the middle door in the center of the flame halo.
The Saint's eyes widened, and the broad white robe wrapped around his thin body flew around under the impact of the collision, and the already layered wrinkles on his forehead became several layers deeper.
He seemed very shocked.
Before he could react, Borch wrapped himself up and ran into it. Not even the flames clinging to his body could stop his steps. His palms were as sharp as a knife, slashing diagonally towards the neck of the Holy Beloved.
go.
Borch's eyes were cold.
Then, I heard a "dong" sound in my ears.
The old man of the Holy Beloved raised his thin arms and blocked Borchi's hand knife as big as a casserole without any shaking.
"For, eternal fire."
It seemed that he heard the murmur of faith. The body of the Holy Beloved, who looked about eighty or ninety years old, but was definitely older in reality, was shaken first.
Then, under the infusion of a special energy that Borch was extremely familiar with, he suddenly expanded from a little old man who was less than 1.6 meters tall with a shriveled body to a height of 1.98 meters, with tight and strong muscles all over his body.
A full-output version of Kame Sennin who wears a long white robe turned into a half-sleeved top.
Han Baiyi, who had been sitting in the living room waiting for the result, was startled and suddenly glanced in the direction of the battlefield.
If he felt right just now.
That kind of fluctuation,
It seems like...an inspiration?
"boom---"
Another blow to fist.
Elbows collided with elbows, and the bones and flesh collided with each other. You could even hear the intertwined surging heartbeats. Veins appeared on Borchi's forehead, and even the scales on the surface of the muscles bulged, but he couldn't stop it in his heart.
consternation.
This is the first time Borch has fought against the Holy Beloved - he rarely interacts with humans, let alone fights.
However, after just a few seconds of contact, he could clearly sense that the life essence of the Saint in front of him was actually just an ordinary low-level professional.
However, after receiving the blessing of the so-called gods, this low-level professional can explode with speed, power, and magic power equivalent to that of a normal legendary professional, or even higher.
Is this the so-called power of faith?
gods,
Belief.
Even though he was still in the middle of a battle, Borch couldn't help but think of Han Baiyi's figure and the miraculous sight that made him unable to resist when he appeared.
"Boom!"
The strong muscles knotted like tree roots pushed the arm, and punched the golden chin of the half-dragon in front of him.
The squinted old eyes of the Holy Beloved stared slightly.
Hit!
However, before he could feel the joy of success in his heart, there was a sudden sound in his ears.
"Click."
The wrist was suddenly firmly grasped by a claw, making a crisp sound of bone cracking.
The face of the Holy One changed.
Two muscular men, one more than three meters tall and the other nearly two meters tall, looked at each other at an almost negative distance.
His mouth and nose were filled with the smell of ashes, blood, and burning.
"Save your energy, you should have the news that our husband wants." Borch looked coldly, grabbed the arm of the holy one and twisted it, holding his throat tightly, "Maybe we can still save it.
It’s a life.”
Indeed, the strength of the Holy Beloved strengthened by the so-called faith can even surpass those of legendary professionals.
However, it is still far from him.
"Do you think you won?!"
The Holy Beloved's face was grim in the pain of nearly breaking his arm, his body temperature continued to rise, and his facial features were almost entangled in one place.
The low roaring voice was almost overlapping, and it was completely different from the voice just now, as if even the vocal cords had been burned in half.
Borch frowned slightly.
The holy one in front of him was twisting his body crazily, not even caring about his arms being torn off, and his whole body seemed to be ignited by flames.
The skin, which was originally full of wrinkles, was like the ashes falling off the surface of hot coals. It was transformed into pieces of fly ash under the steaming high temperature.
Even Borch's giant claws covered in golden scales felt an unbearable burning sting.
This power is obviously beyond the range that this holy person can bear.
The Holy One completely ignored his dying body and kept shouting:
"Lighting the eternal fire of hope,"
"The eternal fire that lights the way forward,"
"Turn all enemies in front of you into ashes."
His whole body was almost charred black, and hot red lines flowed from the surface of his body like lava.
"Sacrifice! Everything!"
Fiery red lines spread all over the body.
Muscles, bones, organs.
All carbonized.
However, the saintly ones still maintained the posture of reciting to the last moment.
Borch let go of his hands amid the uncontrollable tingling sensation, and looked at the charred body in front of him, but for some reason, an uncontrollable sense of danger suddenly arose in his heart.
Something is coming.
Borch raised his head and looked far into the sky.
Han Baiyi, who was sitting in the living room, also frowned.
In his spiritual eyes, a huge and complex spiritual machine that is difficult to describe in words suddenly penetrated the membrane of the world that he had broken through before and appeared directly above the palace.
That complex group of spiritual machines is not humanoid, nor is it a specific biological image.
If we have to describe the concept he represents,
Probably hot.
Hot, burning, like a flame of end and destruction.
This feeling is completely different from the peaceful spirit machine used by Han Baiyi.
If I have to say it, it is probably more similar to the inspiration after demonization.
Demonic inspiration?
God?
Han Baiyi's frown deepened, but he did not act rashly.
He looked outside.
Then, I saw the huge weird spiritual machine group in the sky, slowly extending a tentacle made of pure spiritual machines towards the charred corpse of the holy one on the ground.
Penetrate it from top to bottom.
Han Baiyi watched silently with his spiritual eyes.
Although the spiritual machine is chaotic and weird, it is the same as what Han Baiyi did, in that he can bestow his spiritual machine on others.
Even a dead person.
"Click... click..."
A crisp sound suddenly came from the completely charred corpse of the Holy Beloved.
"Bang."
A white and delicate arm suddenly stretched out from the charred corpse of the Holy Beloved, penetrated the fragile surface of the charred corpse, and then cut open to one side.
"Kakaka..."
The tall and muscular corpse collapsed with a casual stroke of the arm, like falling building blocks.
A tall red-haired woman walked out of his body and looked around blankly.
The body is wrapped in a short jumpsuit woven with flames.
She looked at Borch in front of her, and a long sword made of flames stretched out from her hand.
The tip of the sword was pointed directly at his chest.
"The fire of your life is about to be extinguished."