When the Juggernaut Comes to the Second Dimension Chapter 936

Jibril is proud and bloodthirsty, but that's only for outsiders, not for her own people... At least not in her heart, Yong Ye can see this for now.

Years ago, Azrael had a life-and-death duel under Artosh’s instruction. Azrael really wanted to kill Jibril just like now. Jibril, who won the duel, could kill Azrael with the last blow , but did not kill this can be proved.

Unlike the idea of ​​wanting to kill Artosh, because that was Artosh's wish, and Azrael and her sisters undoubtedly did not want to die, Jibril had no reason to kill them, so now she even chose to protect they.

"Well... there's nothing wrong with that."

Looking at the web woven by Jibril with light, the seven elder sisters who had exhausted all their strength and turned into little girls, and just dragged them away, Yong Ye just nodded silently, because whether it was Jibril who retreated , or protecting his sisters, he actually feels pretty good, no matter what, it's better than sisters fighting each other.

Then, without thinking too much, he turned his attention to the battlefield again.

On the battlefield that vainly attempted to kill the gods, ancient myths were being staged.

Facing the siege from many sides, Artosh, the god of war, carried an unparalleled terrifying aura, and launched a merciless and severe blow to those challengers.

Yongye waited quietly, and within a short period of time, Artoxiu wiped out all the coalition forces and clones.

Artosh, God of War, is the embodiment of the concept of "war" and the realization of the principle of the circle. He is undoubtedly the strongest existence in the world. The current situation is also considered by Yongye to be a doomed ending.

"Now, all the soldiers have returned to the west, and a lot of my strength has been consumed. New God, do you dare to fight head-on now?"

The God of War pointed his golden spear at the direction of Yong Ye.

"...Of course, but... Actually, I don't understand at all. You can beat me directly, why do you take every move honestly?"

"Why should the strong be afraid of challenges?"

"...This stupid theory of the strong will kill you."

"I can't ask for more."

The God of War was not at a loss, seeking an answer to destruction and death, but left Yong Ye at a loss as to how to respond.

The way of thinking of the two sides is not on a parallel line at all. One is trying to survive, while the other is trying to die by force.

"Forget it... In short, since you think so, let's start with a quick battle!... Ah, no, can we discuss before that, how about giving me the Flügel if I win?"

Before starting the battle, Yong Ye thought of something, and suddenly said something unrelated to the battle, because he was worried about Jibril's situation, fearing that Jibril, a girl born as a god-killing weapon, would commit suicide after losing her master .

Of course, it is undeniable that he also has some ideas about the combat effectiveness of the Flügel.

"That is the reward I deserve for defeating me and fulfilling my long-cherished wish—I agree, if I lose the Flügel, I will respect you as the new master."

Not caring about the ownership of the Flügel, Artosh agreed without caring, but then changed the subject.

"...But if you are defeated—then you will die!"

"Of course, I understand, so... let's begin."

It is impossible in principle to crusade against the god in front of him, but since being able to be injured means that he can die, Yong Ye raised the ultimate weapon that is the ultimate treasure of human beings against overwhelming power, the extremely ancient holy sword Se The magic sword transformed by Neoris echoes the power of the god in front of him.

With the elves and goblin fleets withdrawing, only Yong Ye and Artoxiu were left in the vicinity. Under such circumstances, Artoxiu's strongest concept was only applied to Yong Ye.

The magic sword becomes stronger in response to Artoxiu's power, and Artosh also becomes stronger in response to the strengthening of the magic sword with the power of eternal night, and the two forces are constantly rising at the same time.

One is fighting for equal power, and the other is fighting for power that is stronger than the other side. The power is infinitely high, and even the mere existence makes time lose its meaning. This power beyond understanding is not only Yong Ye but also Al Texiu himself was also very surprised.

"Perhaps in this way, I may taste defeat."

Staring at the infinitely enhanced magic sword, and then at Yong Ye who couldn't stop smiling wryly, Artoxiu immediately raised his spear to attack, and Yong Ye immediately swung the radiant magic sword to sweep away.

In a real sense, the two can be regarded as the strongest collision, which changed the color of the world.

---boom! ?

The huge roar resounded through the entire planet, and even made the planet itself tremble violently.

The magic sword in Yong Ye's hand was thrown out of his hand, and he was thrown to nowhere by the force, which caused the previously absolutely powerful force to disappear in an instant, and his figure was engulfed by the aftermath of the force and died.

But Artoxiu had no object to sense and instantly returned to its original strength, but chose to confront this unprecedented shock wave head-on. His golden spear hit the terrifying shock wave head-on, and then... lost to this tyrannical force, he broke into countless pieces. cut.

Under such circumstances, Artoxiu, who was still unwilling to take half a step back, wrapped his whole body with wings to defend as much as possible, as unshakable as a rock in the torrent.

The aftermath of the impact released boiling thunder, sweeping across the entire continent, shoveling the entire continent as flat as a concave bowl.

When everything calmed down, in the biggest hole in the world, there was only the god of war with eighteen wings broken off, the god spear was scrap iron, and the magic sword flew to nowhere, and Yong Ye also disappeared. clean and dry.

"...It is really precious to have me injured to such an extent, but it is a pity that you think that this alone can kill me?"

Artoxiu, who stood still on the spot, was worthy of the name of the strongest, and completely blocked the aftermath of the impact that was enough to kill all things, although... this also caused him to be traumatized.

"Another victory? It's boring."

Although he was injured, Artoxiu didn't care, he just got bored with another victory after the novelty.

But at this time...Yong Ye was born again from the void.

"...The instant death doesn't feel too much, but my head is a little dizzy."

Yong Ye, who shook his head and walked unsteadily, slowly landed on the ground, muttering to himself.

"What...resurrection? I haven't found it yet."

Artoxiu swept away the previous sense of boredom, narrowed his golden pupils, and stared at Yong Ye.

He had clearly noticed before that Yong Ye let go of the magic sword on purpose, so he thought he wanted to die together, but he didn't notice that Yong Ye could actually be resurrected.

"Next, do you want to consume me by repeated deaths? I believe this will be an enjoyable battle!"

Artoxiu showed a heroic and ferocious smile, spread his hands and held the spear made of pure energy that was not an elf, and swung it across the space towards Yongye in one step.

"No, I personally don't want this at all, I don't want to die repeatedly..."

With a wry smile, Yong Ye held onto the marching army of the dead, and swung his blade to meet the most seriously injured.

——Boom! !

After a sound like breaking glass, the entire space trembled violently. Artoxiu didn't stop because of this, but stepped up his offensive and couldn't stop attacking.

With the collision point as the center, the crack spreads in all directions, frantically tearing apart all the space that can be torn apart.

While trying his best to defend, Yong Ye did not counterattack, but raised his hand towards the sky, and swung it down suddenly. While Yong Ye was distracted, Artoxiu mercilessly used his spear through his heart.

"It's really... an unreasonable ability. It should not even have one percent of its strength, but it can still overwhelm me with power..."

Yong Ye, who was bleeding from his mouth, smiled wryly, but before he was about to die, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"As I said before, the so-called strongest is because the strongest is the strongest, and the increase or decrease of strength is meaningless!...Huh? No, this is...what's going on?"