And originally, this final slash should have been saved for after this Dark Demon God could no longer bring out any shell shields—the last blow with which he would kill him.
"Die!"
Thinking of this sole remaining chance, the human god also went mad. His eyes were crimson, his teeth clenched tight, and the longsword in his hand chopped down viciously.
Amid rumbling booms, flames once again blasted toward Nalant.
After that, the human god focused all his attention on Allen's figure, praying nonstop in his heart, No more, there are already no more. Damn Dark Demon God, don't bring out any more shell shields!
But facts that existed naturally would not change because of a person's... no, an ordinary god's will.
Even a main god could not do such a thing.
And so, under this human god's gaze, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Nalant's mouth, and then he began taking out brand-new shell shields one after another.
One, two, three... six!
When a full six shell shields were taken out, Allen immediately arranged them around his body, once more forming a shield defense as solid as a golden bastion.
Just as before, the flames had no effect on Nalant whatsoever.
"This... This is impossible! How can there be so many shell shields? How can this be!"
The human god watched helplessly as Nalant formed another tortoise shell, and his heart utterly collapsed. He could not help roaring furiously up at the sky.
Even the gods in the surrounding spectator stands were now discussing it in a flurry, disbelief on their faces.
"How does this shameless Dark Demon God have so many shields? Could it be that all the Dark Demon Gods in their entire world were killed off?"
"Exactly. Those three battles yesterday were already something,