Thump!!
The Rune Array activated, and silver light shot into the sky, like a dense forest of silver spears piercing the heavens.
The space layer of the Flame Frost Continent, which is far more resilient than that of a normal universe, was blasted open, leaving a huge hole.
The unparalleled impact caused the turbulent spatial currents to scatter and disperse, making it difficult for them to regroup.
Somewhere within the territory of the Undying Civilization.
The mountains stretch endlessly, and a blood-red moon hangs in the sky above.
Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that what appears to be a blood moon is actually a large, crescent-shaped crack.
Around the rift, there were hundreds of dark Mage, most of whom were Demigod, with twenty-seven being True God, the strongest of whom exuded the aura of Peak True God.
These dark Mage surrounded a huge magic circle.
The complex and profound Magic Runes, like countless agile tadpoles, clung to the magic circle, connected end to end, layer upon layer, together forming a black and gold furnace.
At this very moment, the furnace is open, and strands of the world's essence hang down from the crescent moon above, tinged with blood, as if the moon were dripping blood.
Boom!!
A deafening roar.
A huge hole suddenly appeared in the sky.
The spatial fragments at the edges are jagged and irregular in shape.
A thick silver beam shot out from the spatial rift and, by sheer coincidence, struck the furnace that had been formed from the magic circle.
With a terrifying power comparable to Void railgun, it struck the furnace directly, and the result was self-evident.
Click!!
The furnace shattered with a crash.
Fragments flew everywhere.
The faces of the black Mage, who had just been smiling, suddenly froze.
Their pupils trembled, their bodies shook, and their emotions surged like raging waves in a storm, almost uncontrollable.
Especially the leading Peak True God- level Black Mage, heaven knows what enormous price he paid to set up this extremely complex Source Energy Conversion Array.
It's like a farmer who works hard, tilling the land, sowing seeds, weeding, and fertilizing, only to have a meteorite fall from the sky right in front of him when harvest season arrives.
One can only imagine the immense psychological damage this caused to the dark Mage!
It's practically a critical hit plus true damage.
The fact that he didn't vomit blood on the spot shows he had a good mindset.
"Cough, cough..."
Amidst the flying runes, the Black Abyss Knight Baghdad, kneeling on one knee, adjusted his helmet and, just as he was about to stand up, stumbled and nearly fell.
Lancelot quickly reached out to support him, exclaiming in surprise, "Huh? Senior's spatial resistance is a bit low."
Baghdad:"..."
Kicking aside a fragment of the furnace base, Lancelot looked around and a look of delight appeared on his face.
"Not bad, with so many prey, we can easily get at least twenty million Primeval Stone."
His eyes looked remarkably like those of an old farmer gazing at a rice field about to be harvested.
Not long ago, the eyesight of these dark Mage was also quite similar.
But now, her expression has changed.
Hundreds of dark Mage stared at the two unfamiliar powerful figures who had suddenly appeared, their expressions filled with icy killing intent.
But when they saw Lancelot's face clearly, they were immediately horrified.
"Demon Slayer!!"
"It was him!"
"Run!"
The Demigod- level dark Mage immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
The God Level dark Mage gathered together, forming a circular formation with the Peak True God at the head, looking extremely vigilant.
"Seniors can simply observe."
As Lancelot spoke, he stepped forward, his Steel Feather Cloak transforming into the Spear of Destruction, which he held in his hand.
The setting sun was like blood. Although the black Mage outnumbered the other side, they seemed to be surrounded by the man's aura, which was as high as the universe.
Surrounded by one person!
As far as the eye could see, surging Magical Energy flowed around the dark Mage. Beneath the magical Radiance lay the World Will's disgust, which they suppressed using some unknown method.
They have survived the encirclement and suppression by numerous forces of order and the pursuit by the Earth Guardian, and have continued to grow stronger.
The group of dark Mage should not be underestimated.
The leader, Peak True God- level Black Mage, was a dwarf with grayish-brown skin, who was currently staring at Lancelot with a grim expression.
"Demon Slayer, this is not a place for you to run wild! Leave now!"
Although the carefully prepared source energy conversion array was destroyed, the dwarf Black Mage Ropton had no intention of fighting Lancelot.
He suppressed the surging evil thoughts within him and instead spoke to Lancelot in a calm, even humble, tone.
It was obvious that this dwarven black mage understood Lancelot's formidable fighting power and did not want to confront him directly.
Both are at the Peak True God, but he is only ranked in the lower middle, while Demon Slayer Terra is definitely in the top tier.
He is only one step away from becoming Supreme True God.
He was unaware that Lancelot had become Supreme True God.
Of course, this kind of thinking isn't necessarily wrong even today.
The Genesis Ovary is upgrading Dome of the Stars.
Destruction and creation are the two pillars; without either one, Lancelot's destructive power cannot be elevated to the level of Main God.
Therefore, strictly speaking, the assessment of Lancelot's strength by the dwarf Black Mage Ropton was not entirely wrong.
At this moment, he could indeed only unleash the combat power of Peak True God.
However, despite his sudden drop in strength, Lancelot was still absolutely confident that he could kill the dark Mage before him.
Without uttering a word, he took a few steps forward, wielding the Spear of Destruction, and then thrust it down fiercely!
Boom!!
The black, cone-shaped Destruction Tide tore through space and rushed toward the God Level black Mage who were standing in a defensive formation.
"Damn it, he doesn't know what's good for him, kill him!"
A surge of volatile Divine Power, carrying Ropton's telepathic message.
The dark Mage, cornered, did not panic and immediately displayed the high level of skill expected of a spellcaster.
In an instant, all sorts of God Level spells powerful enough to shake the earth were brewing.
Rays of magical light bloomed on the surfaces of various God Level magical artifacts.
Layer upon layer of magical shields.
Beyond that, there were concentric Divine Realm, arranged like concentric circles.
The two attacks collided in an instant.
The world fell silent for a moment, then a deafening explosion erupted, sweeping out in all directions with waves of elemental energy and shattered fragments of laws.
The Demigod dark Mage who had just fled were all killed; they turned to Ashes on the spot, their ashes falling to become nourishment for the Flame Frost Continent.
"The outer Divine Realm has been torn apart!"
"Oh no, even the magic shield can't stop him."
"That's Destruction power, pure Destruction, even more terrifying than the Greater Dispel Magic!"
"We can't stop them!"
In a very short period of time.
The mood of the twenty-odd God Level dark Mage plummeted.
Frost enveloped their hearts.
Frozen solid.
Lancelot's offensive was too fierce.
The Steel Feather Cloak in its Spear of Destruction form possesses unparalleled destructive power.
Under the full force of the attack, the formation of a dark Mage with only one Peak True God was quickly torn apart.
What followed was a one-sided massacre!
Lancelot can kill almost every kid with a single shot!
Before long, they had killed all but one of the dark Mage, that Peak True God- level dark Mage.
The latter was ultimately stronger and had more trump cards; it held out until the very end and miraculously escaped serious injury.
It seems they still have energy to spare.
You were lucky this time, but you might not be so lucky next time.
Lancelot suddenly looked up in a certain direction.
After grinning, he sketched out Rune Array Black Abyss Baghdad silently stepped into it.
The dwarf Black Mage Ropton raised his staff but still didn't intervene.
He feared that Lancelot, in his desperate situation, would take him with him.
Even if I manage to save Lancelot, I'll be dead anyway, so what's the point?