Page 832

"..."

Melantha remained fixed on the Hand of God before her, but from the corner of her mouth, blood that burned like fire slowly trickled out.

This is pollution originating from the abyss.

That was simply a collection of malice and desire within the human heart. Even though Melantha had accepted the gift of the First Flame and possessed her past body, she was still a mortal. How could she resist the invasion from the gods?

Before Melantha could even catch her breath, a rapid whooshing sound came from behind her.

Ding!

The bone blade protruding from the segment slammed solidly into the straight knife in Melantha's hand.

Having failed in his first attack, Theresis launched a series of offensives.

Tentacles swung, limbs smashed, and even bodies splitting off from the void wielded daggers and greatswords, all hurtling towards Melantha.

Amidst this relentless and fierce attack, Melantha held her breath and stood her ground, wielding her straight sword to counterattack head-on.

But with each attack, Melantha lost some of her strength.

The words from the abyss traveled from her eardrums to her brain, and the pollution of the abyss was imperceptibly weakening her power.

The girl clenched her teeth, but her mouth was full of blood, so hot that she almost screamed.

His right hand swung incessantly, but the straight blade gradually couldn't keep up with Theresis's attack speed.

Finally, the straight sword lost its tangible feel during a slash, and the airy sensation caused the tentacles in front of Melantha's eyes to gradually enlarge.

Snapped!

The purple-haired girl's body floated backward like a kite.

At this moment, her mind, which was on the verge of fainting, was filled with chaotic malice from the abyss.

Every thought of hers was captured by extreme desire, telling her that falling into the abyss was her only fate.

The Hand of God joyfully caught the girl's body, holding her firmly in its palm.

Melantha's flames attempted to spread to the surface of the Hand of God.

But the hand of the god seemed to be ignited with flames, and a dark aura covered its entire skin.

This was the will that had shared in the First Flame, and the extreme pleasure brought by that flame was something He could never forget.

This power to resist even the smallest flames was a gift he received after drinking the blood of a hero.

Faced with the absolute concentration of the abyss, the Primordial Flame on Melantha's body was like the light of a firefly.

Now, Melanie has lost everything she had to rely on.

"It's over, child."

When Theresis saw that the Hand of God had grasped Melantha, she knew that the battle was finally over.

"Accept the end. In the endless darkness, you will become part of the abyss."

Therese breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally made it, before that person showed up.

Even though he had condensed his abyssal body on Terra in order to defeat Melantha, he was forced to return to the Abyssal Sea with the Hand of God.

Therese also thought it was worth it.

Melanie was too exhausted to respond.

Under the pressure of the Hand of God, Melantha has lost all ability to think.

The body's senses are completely stripped away, leaving only the terrifying sensation of the skin's surface writhing and being swallowed by something.

ended?

In a daze, Melanie felt a breeze brush against her cheek.

Although we failed to escape Theresis's trap, doing this much should be enough.

But... since it's already over.

Why...why do I still feel warm and cozy?

Melantha seemed to realize something.

Before the black sludge spread across her eyes, Melantha suddenly opened her clear, amethyst-like eyes.

At the same time, the Hand of God gradually loosened its control over Melantha, and the black mud receded from Melantha's body as if the tide were going out.

Melanie stared wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered.

Sunlight shone on her face, and along with the stray strands of hair that had fallen from her temples, it drifted past her eyes.

The expression on Theresis's face froze completely at that moment.

In his line of sight, a slender lightning spear lay beneath the Hand of God, deeply embedded in the earth.

Miracle (Thunder from the Heavens)

The lightning bolts surged incessantly, their crackling sounds dispelling all the surrounding black mist.

At the same moment, the four severed fingers also fell haphazardly to the ground under the influence of gravity.

At the cut, even in the all-consuming darkness, one could see faint golden scorch marks.

Having lost four fingers, the Hand of God had no choice but to release Melantha. Driven by its insatiable appetite, the entire hand crumbled into a sticky black mud, attempting to re-envelop Melantha.

However, a shattering sound rang out.

In Melanie's eyes, another ray of sunlight shone upon her.

The crackling lightning rang in their ears, tearing through the barrier formed by the black mud and piercing it straight through.

The black mud tried to gather itself back, but then, amidst the darkness of the sky, a series of shattering sounds rang out.

Countless lightning spears pierced the membrane of the divine will, shattering the darkness like a mirror, and descended from beyond the heavens.

The thick lightning spears crashed towards Melantha, piercing through the black mud time and time again, yet they did not harm her in the slightest.

Long spears were left on the ground, dispelling the surrounding darkness and mist.

Then, accompanied by the roar of burning flames, a blinding light materialized like a meteor and smashed through the thick black mirror.

In this completely dark space, the sun blazes down.

The enormous sun, with its scorching heat, stung Melantha and Therese's eyes, bringing tears to their eyes and forcing them to close their eyelids.

As the flames that burned everything drew closer, Melantha felt her body growing warmer and warmer.

The sound of something like a celestial body falling echoed in my ears.

There is also a call that echoes only in dreams, though the voice remains low and dry, like the rough bark of an old tree with gnarled roots.

"Melansha".

boom!

The blazing sun crashed down, crushing the black mud where Melantha was before exploding completely.

The surging lightning and scorching flames destroyed Theresis's newly formed body once again the instant they made contact.

Under the blazing sun, he was even forced to revert to his physical form, awkwardly hiding behind large boulders on the ground.

After the smoke of battle cleared.

Melanie lay in his warm embrace.

The flames swept outwards, spreading like a sea of ​​fire.

The black mist scattered in fear, but could not escape the lingering power of the ancient king.

The flowing lava traced intricate patterns on his armor, coalescing upwards and crowning him amidst thunder and fire.

"Can you still stand firm?"

The voice was somewhat gentle, which didn't match the stern tone Melanie remembered.

But after a brief moment of stunned silence, she nodded sheepishly.

"Then wait for me."

The Undead held the Spiral Sword in one hand and gently set Melantha down.

Then he turned around and faced the tiny cracks in the air.

The filth that flew everywhere had to shed its old body in the burning.

That power, originating from pure fire, reminded Him once again of that war that predates generations.

But the light and warmth before my eyes are incomparable to those of the kings of that time.

That faint light that shone from the first fire has become a raging inferno.

The re-formed palm seemed to have countless maggots wriggling inside, with bumps protruding from its surface.

Then, it opened its palm, which grew larger and larger in everyone's eyes.

This will to devour heaven and earth is the manifestation of the abyss's original desires and one of the powers of the abyss gods.

However, the undead stared into the darkness before him and slightly raised his head.

"I think I remember now."

At first, the sound wasn't loud.

Like a tiny glimmer of light dancing in an oil lamp.

But the sound gradually drowned out the darkness in the palm of his hand.

Then, the exploding flames tore open several gaps in the otherwise overwhelming darkness, completely crushing this fragile curtain!

"It's you!"

The king, acknowledged by the First Flame, raised his helmet, his eyes burning with rage as he stared directly at the tattered hand of the god.

He recognized him.

This despicable thief is right in front of me.

Isn't he just one of the many cowards who hid behind the abyss of waves during that war?