"A very special ability, it has been completely integrated into his path." Logo looked at Emperor Augustus, who had split into two people, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The power of planes surged and danced around him. With Logo's knowledge and wisdom, he quickly determined that Emperor Augustus's ability to create clones, or more accurately, to create different types of clones, was based on the Great Dao of Knights.
It should also cause relatively high damage to itself.
Otherwise, if it were a normal ability, it should have been used at the very beginning of the battle.
"However, it's still useless. We're like turtles in a jar, unable to make much of a splash."
Faced with the sudden appearance of Peak Supreme God combat power, Logo showed no nervousness whatsoever, remaining calm and composed.
Boom!!
Berserk torrent of Dou Qi rushed towards him, and the two Supreme God clad in knightly armor suddenly vanished from Logo's perception. It was not spatial teleportation or any other leaping ability, but simply speed and power.
'Fiery Frost and Blazing Sun!'
Logo controlled the Flame Frost Body, wielding the Slaughter Sword. The blood-red, glass-like blade shone brightly, unleashing a continuous torrent of powerful strikes.
The sun and moon's eyes shot out red and blue light, Flame Frost Body pointed its longsword diagonally. The surging dimensional power that had been gathering on the blade burst out with a bang, forcing the charging Emperor Augustus to hesitate for a moment, half a beat slower.
Thump!!
Space suddenly shattered, and a figure shot backward like a cannonball. During the process, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the knight's armor, and fragments flew off.
This kick sent one of Emperor Augustus's avatars flying to the other side of the Flame Frost Continent.
Emperor Augustus lowered his head, his chest heaving violently, feeling his path trembling. Waves of burning pain surged from his chest, and his very core shattered.
However, another clone inflicted some damage on the Flame Frost Body, delivering a powerful punch that shook the heavens and the earth, while simultaneously wielding the Spear of Order to pierce the Flame Frost Body's left rib, demonstrating extremely strong speed and power.
Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Logo used the power of the Rune Array to bounce it back, breaking away from close combat and thus avoiding being taken down by a combo.
Thump!!
Another Thunderclap from a clear sky.
Layer upon layer of Dou Qi qi surged forth, clashing and canceling out the primal power of the Flame Frost Continent. The collision of their immense forces created a massive, ever-expanding sinkhole in the central region of the continent.
At the edge of the sinkhole, the raised soil and rocks were compressed to an extremely firm density by a terrifying force, so hard that even True God could attack them without being harmed.
From a distance, it looks as if the Flame Frost Continent has gained a new, circular, boundless city wall.
It clearly separates the core area of the mainland from other regions.
"Kill!!"
Beneath his visor, Emperor Augustus's eyes were blood-red. He let out a roar like that of a wild beast, and his scarlet cloak billowed wildly behind him.
Opposite him, the Flame Frost Body, rotated and intertwined, releasing streams of dimensional primordial power. The consumption rate was extremely fast. If the Flame Frost Continent were not so terrifyingly large, and it were the Treacherous Destruction Continent, the lair of the Dragon-Hunting Spider Clan, it would probably have disintegrated and collapsed on the spot due to the depletion of primordial power.
Even if the Flame Frost Continent had not disintegrated, its ecological environment had deteriorated further, with countless elemental forces flowing away from the cracks in all directions, never to return.
The elemental concentration across the entire continent is gradually decreasing. Although the rate of decrease is not significant, the problem is that this is a continuous loss of the fundamental source.
If this continues for some time, the Flame Frost Continent will suffer irreversible damage.
Logo, as a powerful figure in the World System, was well aware of this.
He understood that he had to act quickly.
As it happens, Emperor Augustus on the other side probably had a similar idea.
Neither of them wanted to delay.
A consensus was reached swiftly and decisively.
As the sun and moon rise, the essence of fire and frost emerges, forming a terrifying giant bow entwined with dragons and snakes.
The blood-red glass Slaughter sword in his hand twisted and transformed into an arrow, spiraling all over with an extremely sharp tip.
In the instant the blood spear was formed, an extreme feeling of palpitation appeared in Emperor Augustus's perception. He subconsciously raised his arms, arched his back, crossed his arms, and his Dou Qi condensed into a thick shield in a crystalline state.
I just finished doing these.
Logo had already manipulated the Flame Frost Body and released the bowstring.
Whoosh!!
The roar that shattered Space-Time was left far behind the arrow.
Emperor Augustus's two avatars merged into one once more, their aura surging dramatically.
The arrow fell with unstoppable force, piercing through his armor in an instant and revealing his chest covered with twisted lightning patterns.
That was something left by the Astral Realm Judgment Thunder for Emperor Augustus.
It tormented him every moment.
This prevented him from healing peacefully, and even his all-out battles could not be sustained indefinitely.
Pfft!!
The blood-red arrow, capable of obliterating everything, pierced the chest of Emperor Augustus.
"Similar to the structural disintegration properties of the Spear of Order, penetrating relentlessly?"
Emperor Augustus murmured to himself.
The sharp pain in his chest seemed to freeze all his strength, rendering him powerless, as if he were shackled.
This caused Emperor Augustus, who was just about to mobilize his forces to launch a counterattack, to suddenly change his expression.
Concentrating his senses, Emperor Augustus finally noticed something amiss.
"That arrow just now carried the power of runes, and at the moment of its explosion, it formed countless Rune Array."
"These Rune Array are nested within each other, interlocking within my body to form a most powerful union."
"This alliance not only possesses the power carried by that single arrow, but it is also continuously drawing upon my strength."
"Such mastery of runes... just who is this powerful figure? This is definitely not the Lord of Endless!!"
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Emperor Augustus's mind.
Boom!!
His figure suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, the Space-Time they had just been in collapsed Destruction, as if an irreversible disaster had struck.
On the other side, Logo slowly withdrew his palm, and the vortex in his palm gradually contracted.
"What kind of move is that?!"
On the other side, Emperor Augustus's face turned grim.
His evasion was extremely dangerous and came at a great cost.
However, he couldn't figure out what the enemy's attack methods were, which made the usually arrogant Emperor Augustus feel a rare sense of frustration.
He quickly suppressed the thought, drew the Deathbringer's longsword, and thrust it downwards. In an instant, the shattered sword light reached the Flame Frost Body, clearly intending to retaliate in kind.
However, Logo knew far more about Emperor Augustus than the latter knew about him.
'World Frozen!!'
A soft murmur.
Centered on Logo, the surrounding world began to solidify inch by inch, as if transforming into a beautiful and magnificent oil painting.
Here, everything comes to a standstill: Space-Time, space, cause Fate, fate, elements, matter, soul—everything.
The sharp edge of the Deathbringer, which had once again been thrusting forward, suddenly stopped in front of Logo. He calmly took a step back, picked up the Slaughter sword in his hand, and gently thrust it forward.
'World·Blade!'
Clang!!
A sword's cry, sharp enough to shatter Space-Time, suddenly rang out around Logo.
Emperor Augustus, who was already immobilized there, was instantly pierced through the body.
Then, the Slaughter sword exploded, and countless sealing runes pulsed, transforming into a world prison that imprisoned Emperor Augustus.
Having done all this, Flame Frost Body looked around.
His sharp gaze seemed to transcend the boundaries of Space-Time, meeting the eyes of those with ill intentions.
The guilty looks vanished without a trace, each one fearing being targeted by this fierce and powerful figure.
Whether this terrifyingly powerful being is actually the Lord of Endless is no longer important.
"Greetings, Lord!"
"Our supreme ruler is of unparalleled power; it is an honor for our Undead Race race to follow you."
Keliqi bowed in the distant sky, behind him a dark mass of Undead Race standing there, fervently worshipping the Flame Frost Body.
"Endless Sovereign, Augustus?" Ural flew over, bowing with a complex expression as he asked.
Logo glanced at him and nodded slightly.
"Alas, Champion in his lifetime, but alas, one wrong step leads to a series of wrong steps, with no chance to change course," Ural sighed.
Upon hearing this, Logo's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "The Barbarian Soul Race performed well this time, proving your loyalty. Keep up the good work. The Flame Frost Continent cannot be sustained by the Undead Race alone; the Barbarian Soul Race is also very important."
Upon hearing this, Sanchez, who had just arrived, showed a flash of excitement in his eyes.
He understood that this was a sign of the Lord of Endless's complete trust in the Barbarian Soul Race.
From now on, the status of the Barbarian Soul Race will be greatly enhanced. Not to mention being comparable to the Undead Clan, the absolute direct Undead Race of the Lord of Endless, they will definitely be the most important clan below the Undead Race.
For the Barbarian Soul Race, which has lost its top-tier combat power and a large number of mid-to-high-level combatants, this is already very good news.
The battle on Logo's side has ended.
Thanks to prior preparation and Logo's formidable mastery of Dao of Runes, the entire battle proceeded quite smoothly.
In fact, as the battle progressed, Emperor Augustus's strength continued to decline, and he became increasingly unable to withstand Logo's attacks, eventually being defeated in one fell swoop.
It can be said that Emperor Augustus's fate was sealed the moment he descended upon the Flame Frost Continent.
This is the power of information asymmetry.
No one knew that Lancelot, the Lord of Endless, had also left behind the Logo Flame Frost Continent.
Even if Emperor Augustus had some suspicions that the Lord of Endless might be wary of other powerful beings taking advantage of the situation.
However, he did not believe that the Lord of Endless's arrangements could threaten him or keep him here.
Unfortunately, he still knew too little about Lancelot.
In the end, they suffered a huge loss.
Whether there will be another opportunity in the future is uncertain.
at the same time.
The Shattering Annihilation Corridor.
The Space-Time Prison was riddled with holes during the frenzied battle between the six powerful Supreme God.
However, the edges remained quite firm, with a shimmering light that seemed to float like white feathers on the surface.
All I can say is that the eleven-star Miracle Creation is still very powerful.
The Shattering Annihilation Corridor at this moment resembles the messy, dilapidated house inside, yet its walls remain as sturdy as ever.
It is undergoing intense internal structural changes.
While Logo was fighting against Emperor Augustus.
Lancelot is also fighting against the God of Death.
Or to be more precise, it was him unilaterally dominating and relentlessly attacking the God of Death.
If the latter had not controlled the power of death, and if the Primordial Divine Soul had not been able to 'refresh death' and reset its existence time and time again, it would have been torn to pieces by Lancelot's Immortal-Execution Sword Formation long ago.
How could he be so lively and energetic?
But there's nothing we can do.
The God of Death's ability to preserve his life is no weaker than that of Supreme God at the peak, and may even surpass it.
In this respect, even the Ancestral Tree of Life is slightly inferior when compared to other trees of the same level.
However, Lancelot was confident that given enough time, he could eventually wear down the God of Death.
However, the God of War did not give him that chance.
'Displacement!!'
At a certain moment, a bright silver light suddenly appeared in the crimson-gold pupils of the God of War of War, who was fighting against the Ancestral Tree of Life.
A deep silver mark on his chest had disappeared.
The God of War himself also vanished along with it.
During this process, the Ancestral Tree of Life tried to extend its branches to stop it, but it couldn't stop it at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the God of War disappeared before his eyes, and when he reappeared, he was already standing shoulder to shoulder with the God of Death.
Its towering form, as majestic as the universe itself, radiates the unique luster of Lava under the glow of Dusk.
Dark gold and crimson lines appeared densely on the surface of his skin, representing his battle intent boiling to its extreme.
On his chiseled face, within his boiling, sun-like crimson-gold pupils, primal runes of battle were concentrated.
At this moment, the God of War of War was like an absolute brute who had nothing to lose and would fight anyone who dared to challenge him; his wild aura swept across the land.
Just standing there, an invisible sense of oppression emanates from it.
It's as if, once he takes action, there is no enemy he cannot defeat, no target he cannot eliminate.
Lancelot looked up, his eyes also blazing with fighting spirit.
Within the Endless Divine Body, countless Particle Gods roared with excitement.
A torrent of Blood Qi erupted, and the power of the material Divine Body shook Space-Time. In the dim light, the phantom of God King, formed from billions of gods, appeared behind Lancelot, revealing a provocative smile to the God of War.
Boom!!
Without further ado, the God of War launched a furious attack.
The God of Death, as if by unspoken agreement, came to the side and rear of his elder brother, gritting his teeth, preparing to block the Ancestral Tree of Life.
Boom!!
Before the two sides had even officially clashed, their magnificent and imposing auras collided violently, eroding and suppressing each other.
Thump!!
Space-Time trembled, and the God of War and Lancelot finally clashed head-on.
Two battle maniacs at the Peak Supreme God- level power have met.
Like dry wood meeting a raging fire.
Just thinking about it makes my blood boil and surge upwards.
' Wings of War!'
' Infinity Divine Realm!'
The fist, imbued with the Divine Power the God of War, and the Iron Fist, empowered by the Particle Gods, collided with a deafening roar!