"Pah, you piece of trash, you didn't even take me with you when you ran away!"
Gazing at the crimson rainbow stretching across the Void, Alaric angrily cursed.
Now that things have come to this, even the most oblivious person can see that Eight Gods' Realm is the one being lured in.
Three Upper God, including Selwyn, Alaric, and Roland, were all caught in this trap.
Roland has already fallen beneath the Rift-Space Hammer.
Selwyn, using some unknown method, broke through Lancelot's obstruction and escaped.
On the battlefield at this moment, on the side of the Eight Gods' Realm, only Alaric remains as a top-tier being at the Upper God level.
"The king has abandoned us and left..."
Earthquake Kesuosuo and Yifurui Walker exchanged a glance, both seeing the terror flash in each other's eyes.
Despite being stronger, Raging Flame Kalachi was equally filled with despair.
Under the pressure of death, the eyes of this peak mid-level Middle God flickered, and a thought quickly emerged from nothing and grew rapidly.
"We surrender!"
Before Raging Flame Kalachi could even open his mouth to speak, he heard a chorus of voices from the side beside him.
He turned around stiffly.
His two colleagues stood with their hands bound, heads bowed, in Void, looking docile and surrendering.
"Damn it, people are even fighting over surrendering?!"
Raging Flame Kalachi's face contorted in pain. After hurriedly repeating "Me too" all the way, he stood motionless in the Void in the same posture.
Deep down, Raging Flame Kalachi felt utterly helpless. He thought his reaction was fast enough, but he was still a step too slow.
No matter where you are, the first person to surrender will receive the best treatment and will even be more likely to gain trust than others who surrender.
I originally thought I could win this qualification.
Unexpectedly...
With a sudden change of heart, Kalachi glanced at Yifurui and Kesuosuo again, his lips twitching slightly, utterly speechless.
But soon, he comforted himself, saying, 'It's alright, it's just a little slower. My strength is greater, that's the important thing. There will be plenty of opportunities to be valued in the future.'
' The Eight Gods' Realm is finished. The Golden Divine Kingdom, possessing the combat power of True God Tier Nine, is rising with unstoppable momentum. Lancelot, the Radiance of Holy Light, is simply a monster. I used to think that such a monstrous talent was just a vague Legend, but I never expected that such a heaven-defying existence actually existed.'
'With Lancelot's talent, there's probably an 80% or higher chance he'll become Main God. Following a Main God would surely lead to a bright future. Perhaps this surrender will be my lucky break...'
Raging Flame Kalachi thought a lot, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his choice to surrender couldn't have been more correct.
Firstly, to save their lives; secondly, to be 'forced' to change jobs.
The former boss was unethical, only caring about his own escape and abandoning his subordinates; this was blatant betrayal.
He surrendered out of sheer anger... Bah! A mutiny in the midst of battle! Who can say anything wrong with that?
Lancelot had no idea that the thick-browed, big-eyed guy who had just surrendered to him had so much on his mind.
He simply used Endless Particles to create three pairs of handcuffs, tossed them to the three gods of Kalachi, and told them to put them on themselves.
These three handcuffs wouldn't really provide much restraint; they were more of a sign of surrender and also served to pinpoint the location.
The three gods were quite sensible and genuinely surrendered, so they readily put on the particle handcuffs, obediently lined up, and stood aside to watch the battle.
"You spineless cowards! To call you gods is an insult to the word!!"
If we were to ask which of the gods present was most vulnerable upon hearing the surrender of the three Kalachi, it would undoubtedly be Alaric.
Alaric had originally planned to fight alongside the gods of Kalachi, using them as shields in a critical moment so he could try to break through the encirclement and Escape.
Unexpectedly, just as the plan was taking shape in my mind, I heard several shameless gods shouting their surrender.
Alaric was so angry he almost rushed up and punched them.
"Tch, why don't you surrender too?" Earthquake Tremors, Kesuosuo retorted disdainfully.
Yifurui added sarcastically, "I'm afraid some guys won't even be able to surrender. The World Destroyer, huh, what an impressive identity!"
Raging Flame Kalachi's punches were heavy, and his words were equally lethal. "Hey, what are you two saying? So what if he's World Destroyer? To His Excellency the Holy Light, isn't he just a moving Primeval Stone? In other words, this Alaric is really being incredibly generous by offering Primeval Stone to us!"
The three gods' sarcastic remarks further broke Alaric's defenses, causing his blood temperature to visibly rise and his Anger Value to soar.
But when Lancelot stepped forward, the overwhelming aura that crushed the Void was enough to suffocate even True God.
The anger that had just risen in his heart was instantly extinguished by this terrifying aura.
A deep sense of despair flashed in Alaric's eyes.
Of all the gods present, only he was unable to surrender.
Watching his comrades, who had just fought alongside him, escape the clutches of death, while he himself hung by a thread, about to kick the bucket.
There could be nothing more tragic than this.
"Ready to die?"
Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze calm yet extremely heavy, as if a multiverse was pressing down on Alaric's heart.
"Heh, are you really confident you can kill me without taking any damage?" Alaric wiped the black divine blood that kept dripping from the corner of his mouth and said in a sharp voice. Although his voice was loud, it gave people the feeling that he was all bark and no bite.
"No damage? Good idea, let's give it a try!"
Lancelot's lips curled into a slight smile, and golden divine light flowed from his body like the morning sun, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance that looked down upon the world.
The next moment, he moved slightly, and his powerful and domineering aura surged up like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, as if to suppress the universe and cover the Void. His extremely majestic divine power moved, and as the Void trembled, Lancelot's figure disappeared.
Boom!!
The deafening thunder, defying the fundamental law of sound speed, along with the surging lightning, instantly filled every corner of the Void.
Alaric's crimson pupils constricted sharply, and he gritted his teeth, saying fiercely, "Here it comes! Damn it, even if you can kill me, you'll pay a heavy price!"
The Thunder Edge strike just now had allowed Alaric to fully grasp Lancelot's strength. He could sense that even in his prime, he wouldn't have even a 50% chance of winning against this monster from the Earth Guardian lineage.
Moreover, this is the case now.
After being severely exhausted.
But as Upper God, even knowing he was doomed, Alaric did not abandon his last shred of dignity.
After a roar, he also brought with him a powerful Void tide, stirring up a vast energy storm, and rushed towards a deserted corner.
The next moment!
In that deserted corner, a figure suddenly appeared as if piercing through space.
With his firm chin slightly raised, Lancelot raised one arm high, his eyes shining like the sun, revealing a powerful light capable of shattering the Longtuo Continent.
Thump!!
A powerful punch!
Endless Particles transformed into deities chanted mysterious syllables, and fierce divine light rose from the ground, stirring up an endless ocean of divine light around the shattered fragments of the continent, countless and seemingly Endless.
Alaric leaped to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, defiantly withstanding the terrifying force surging towards him. He pushed his Divine Body to its limit, his demonic light dazzling, and his domineering aura bursting forth. Although not as powerful as Lancelot, he was still a first-rate fighter.
In an instant.
All eyes in the Void were drawn to it.
A life-or-death battle between a True God Tier Nine and an True God Tier Eight is a scene rarely seen in a century, whether in the Crimson Moon Universe Cluster or the Alpha Universe Cluster.
If you miss this opportunity, it will be very difficult to witness such a scene of people fighting to the death again.
In the Void.
Black light and golden light each occupied half of the space.
A dense aura of divine power, like Nulong, emanated from the surrounding area.
"Take this!"
' Wheel of Destruction Rotation!'
Ripples of energy appeared beneath Lancelot's feet, and billions of particles around him unleashed Destruction power.
Lancelot, a martial artist by training, is best able to refine his Combat Skills, and even his path itself, through intense battles.
The rudimentary form of the fulcrum for creation has been basically formed through the Genesis Ovary.
The fulcrum of Destruction must be sought in the heat of battle.
This was also a rather challenging task for Lancelot.
But he still finished it.
There might be an element of luck involved, after all, he had just killed so many dark Mage and was still fighting against a Upper God- level world World Destroyer, so it was quite normal for the Astral Realm Will to secretly provide lucky assistance.
This god-level ' Wheel of Destruction Rotation ' is Combat Skills that Lancelot has just created.
Destruction needs no further explanation.
The cycle refers to the cycle of creation and Destruction.
The process of mutual transformation.
Specifically, regarding the divine skill itself, the Wheel of Destruction Rotation can reverse the transformation of the pure life force and the spirituality of the Undying Holy Soul contained within Endless Particles, turning them into the ultimate Destruction power, with terrifying destructive force.
The reversed vitality and spirituality can recover on their own as long as the fundamental nature of the particles and the Undying Holy Soul is not damaged.
At the same time, in Lancelot's vision, this move ' Wheel of Destruction Rotation ' was not a fatal move.
In fact, it is 'alive'.
Each enemy killed provides nourishment for the ' Wheel of Destruction Rotation ' with the Destruction aura generated upon their death, causing its power to continuously increase.
This is also one of the characteristics, or advantages, of Lancelot's Endless Divine Body.
The existence of the Undying Holy Soul not only endows the particles themselves with spirituality, but also allows Lancelot to imbue various Combat Skills with spirituality, turning them into a kind of 'automatic weapon' that can autonomously draw energy to fight.
Perhaps one day in the future, when Lancelot becomes powerful enough, the Combat Skills he created might even become living legends, shaking the Endless Infinity Cosmic Sea.
A violently churning ripple of Void spread from beneath Lancelot's feet, filling the entire Void within his sight in a fraction of an instant.
A colossal wheel, amidst the chanting and praise of the gods, slowly rose, unhurriedly, as if propelling an extremely heavy celestial body.
Boom!!
An overwhelming sense of oppression descended.
Alaric gritted his teeth, crimson light bursting from his pupils, the black demonic light so intense it almost burned in the Void.
His powerful punches were equally terrifying. Under the illumination of the demonic light, the compressed dimensions trembled and tore apart, countless spatial fragments shattered and tumbled, and the golden light emanating from Lancelot was extinguished one by one, his demonic nature overwhelming.
Rumble!!
In an instant, their fists collided, intersected, and crushed each other!
At the center of the collision, the Destruction waves became infinitely hot, like oil being poured on a raging fire, as if a two-colored sun, capable of destroying everything, was slowly rising.
Facing imminent death, Alaric descended into madness.
Although he could feel that after that punch, parts of his Divine Body were shattered like glass and would be difficult to heal, he still gritted his teeth and, with a do-or-die spirit, continued to attack despite the huge disadvantage.
All the powerful figures who witnessed this were deeply moved.
Even the three gods of Kalachi, who had just been mocking Alaric, became serious, their faces showing respect for him.
The strong deserve everyone's respect.
However, any observer with decent eyesight could see that Alaric was at a significant disadvantage in each of the intense clashes.
The battle continues.
The two sides exchanged blows, their bodies colliding violently. The surging Divine Body power seemed to transform into a sea of Destruction, turning fragments of the Longtuo Continent into dust. Some unfortunate Demigod who couldn't dodge in time didn't even have time to scream before they died on the spot.
The more they fought, the more obvious Alaric's disadvantage became.
He was like a tottering sunset, which, though it could still radiate brilliant crimson light at dusk, would eventually be swallowed up by the boundless night and replaced by a new, blazing sun.
"Another Upper God is about to fall!"
Many people sighed inwardly.
The sense of awe in his gaze toward Lancelot grew even stronger.
This battle will solidify the reputation of the Radiance of Holy Light.
"Catch this punch!!"
A low growl, chilling yet intensely burning with fighting spirit, echoed through the Void. Lancelot took a step forward, his right fist unleashing a myriad of wondrous phenomena.
This was the Void Energy subtly echoing him, seemingly praising a great being.
Rumble!!
The fist swept horizontally.
Endless stream of power erupted.
After Lancelot used it repeatedly and Alaric honed it time and again, the Wheel of Destruction Rotation became more rounded, natural, and extremely smooth.
Even after this punch was thrown, Lancelot's mind seemed to go blank, as if everything about him, including his will, Blood Qi, and soul, had gone with the punch, transforming into a huge wheel that stretched across the Void and illuminated the boundless territory.
In an instant, the Void fell silent, and all things were still.
As if propelled by the gods, it spun and crashed down with overwhelming force, crushing everything in its path.
"What a domineering path of Destruction! Is this your path to Divine Body? It's actually the path of Great Destruction, no wonder it's so formidable."
Looking up at the rumbling, crashing wheel, Alaric's crimson eyes rippled violently.
At that moment, he knew he was doomed.
But things have come to this point, and war is the only option left!
"Kill!!"
A violent roar rang out as Alaric, almost transformed into a black skeleton, collided with the Wheel of Destruction Rotation.
The result was as expected.
The massive, descending wheel crushed the black skull into the finest dust, as if it were crushing a large grasshopper.
The Genesis Ovary flew out of the body, devouring all the remnants of the fallen Tier Eight True God World Destroyer, before leisurely returning.
Thus, of the three Upper God from the Eight Gods' Realm who came to besiege Lancelot, two died and one escaped.
In the arena, the only one still resisting is Mimir, the Dimensional Drifter rides the Crimson Moon God Wheel.
Lancelot took a deep breath, briefly composed himself, and then shifted his gaze to Mimir.
The latter immediately froze, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.