Fishermen are always being fished!
The Primordial Evil God Diorus, wanted to force out Lancelot and nip the Earth Guardian in the bud.
Lancelot and Logo also wanted to lure out the evil god and kill him!
The pale red bullets and the Holy Light spear attacked from both sides, rendering the entire Starry Sky into a two-colored world. Sandwiched between the two worlds was a gray haze exuding evil power, as if it were the object of judgment.
Bang...!
The bullets from the God-Hunting Spear arrived instantly, hitting Diorus first.
[God Hunting] Core Passive - Deals an additional 124% true damage to divine creatures.
In the entire Astral Realm, is there any being that better represents divine beings than the Primordial God?
Therefore, when the God Hunting Bullet exploded in the haze, terrifying real damage spread out, and the vast haze power Dissolution rapidly, like snow melting under the blazing sun.
Extreme pain assaulted the Primordial Evil God Diorus, causing Him to involuntarily let out a shrill scream, and His power fluctuations were rapidly weakened under the effect of [Fear Frenzy].
At the same time, the Holy Light Spear also pierced through, its surging, sea-like holy Radiance instantly transforming into Sin-Burning Fire.
The flames roared and spread like wildfire in the blink of an eye, as if the smog was the best accelerant.
Bang!
Another bullet was fired from the God-Hunting Spear, causing the Nirvana Tower to tremble violently. The pressure exerted on the tower by firing two shots was far greater than that of firing only one.
But the effect of this shot was also remarkable, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, sweeping away all the haze in the Starry Sky.
Gazing at the two terrifying forces in the Starry Sky, clearly distinct yet coexisting harmoniously, all the Demigod on the Amethyst Battlefield fell silent.
The Crimson Alliance was overjoyed, while the Saila Empire remained more somber.
Elfman was filled with doubt and unease. He scanned back and forth between the pyramid hidden in the dimensional rift and the golden giant bird that had been transformed back by Holy Light. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Because... behind the pyramids, the muzzle of that ancient hunting rifle was already pointed at him.
Bang!
The dull yet penetrating gunshots, like the Death Note, resounded deep within the soul, and an unprecedented chill spread from head to toe.
There was no time to resist; the spinning pale red bullet had already pierced through Elfman's body, a body powerful enough to shatter a star.
Pfft~
A body powerful enough to tear through the Starry Sky and traverse through a fleet of warships unscathed, crumbled like a loose pile of yellow sand beneath this inconspicuous bullet, turning into cosmic dust invisible to the naked eye.
The Demigod who witnessed all of this broke out in a cold sweat, a chill ran down their spines and their heads, and a storm of emotions surged within them.
Especially the Demigod of the Saila Empire, when they saw the ancient hunting rifle turn its muzzle back towards them, hundreds of Demigod took a step back in unison, their faces showing obvious fear.
They had witnessed the terrifying power of the haze and the tragic state of the Star-Moving Beast King Elfman; they were utterly powerless against that terrifying hunting rifle.
No one believed their defensive capabilities could compare to those of a martial artist at the Peak Demigod. Perhaps only that equally heaven-defying, practically immortal golden giant bird could withstand the onslaught of that hunting rifle?
The problem is, the golden giant bird is also their enemy, which makes the mood of the Saila Demigod even more gloomy.
"Calm down, everyone! Don't be scared. This shotgun can only take down one person at a time. If we all rush in, he won't be able to handle it." A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, trying to boost morale.
But the next second, a bullet suddenly appeared and hit the speaker in the mouth that was not yet fully closed.
The speaker's expression froze instantly, then crumbled without a sound.
If the Demigod of the Saila Empire still had some fighting spirit after Elfman was killed, their morale completely collapsed with the fall of this High-Rank Demigod Fulunspan Saila.
Terrified, the Demigod led the retreat, with the Saila fleet following closely behind. Like the receding tide, they retreated into the depths of Starry Sky, eventually transforming into dense streams of warp light and disappearing from the battlefield of Planet Amethyst.
"We... won?"
"It seems so..."
"Ha, hahaha, hahaha..."
"I actually survived, sob sob sob..."
After a brief silence, everyone from Eusius, the Pillar of the Nation, to the most ordinary soldier, erupted into a hysterical frenzy of celebration, with many weeping with joy.
The joy and satisfaction of returning from the Hell of death far surpasses the pleasure gained from any psychotropic drug; it is a dual redemption of body and mind.
After the initial excitement, countless eyes were focused on the two powerful individuals who had rescued them from the Hell of death.
Reverence, gratitude... a gaze filled with goodwill overwhelmed Lancelot and Logo.
Within the Hall of Wisdom, the ocean of Thoughts of Living Beings surged with monstrous waves, causing the sea level to rise rapidly. This wave of harvested goodwill was truly massive.
On Lancelot's side, his inner world seemed to be immersed in a warm spring. His already powerful will underwent some inexplicable transformation, and it seemed that his actions were in line with some kind of "mission".
Why is it that unbreakable bonds are most easily forged on the battlefield?
That's the reason.
Here, it is all too easy to establish a relationship of mutual redemption, and redemption is often the best way to nurture good intentions.
"On behalf of the Crimson Alliance, I sincerely thank you both for your assistance," Star Vein Eusius, who was covered in wounds, as he flew over.
"You're welcome. Defending the country is the duty of every citizen."
A powerful voice came from the mouth of the golden giant bird, startling Eusius. Then, all the Demigod of the Crimson Alliance, including him, widened their eyes.
Holy Light condensed, the tassel-like feathers gathered, and the enormous body, comparable to a planet, rapidly shrank, eventually transforming into a familiar young man.
Lancelot Terra the Crusher, the pride of the younger generation of the Crimson Alliance.
"Lancelot, it really is you..." Black Hole Urta stepped forward from the crowd, and all the Demigod made way for the old man to approach his student.
"Haven't seen you for a while, old man? Don't you recognize me?" Lancelot crossed his arms and chuckled.
The familiar tone and Zyra's smug expression made Urta's smile bloom like a chrysanthemum. She said "good" several times, her excitement overflowing.