Chapter 476: Descendant of God, T0

In front of the towering God's Gate, the steps were broken, and under the steps, a wall as high as one person was formed, surrounding this open space.

In front of the Gate of God, on the steps, Meng looked at the people at the other end:

"Welcome, my father and brother, my friends, are you here to attend the founding ceremony of the new dynasty?"

"We are here to stop you." Mengt said, "Mengt, stop it, there are all our people outside."

"Why?" Monger asked.

Mengt said: "You established another dynasty, which is an act of rebellion against the Golden Tree."

Mengge smiled happily: "Really? That would be great."

The blood in Mengge soared to the sky:

"I am going to be rebellious today. If the golden tree cannot accommodate us, are we going to be killed? I have already said that Malika is not our mother and she does not love us. A real mother should be a great mother. The existence. Regardless of race or status, we send blessings and favors equally to save their despair - we are the mother of evil omens, the invisible mother, that is the real mother!"

Meng pierced his chest with both hands and pulled out two large spears from the blood.

One is the huge trident, and the other seems to be the spear in the blood monster's hand.

Meng pointed his spears at everyone:

"The misery of this world all stems from that unfit mother. I want to create an equal world, a world where no one will be abandoned by their mother."

The blood in the whole place was burning. Meng had covered the entire square with his cursed blood. The cursed blood soaked the flesh and blood of the corpses on the ground, shrouding the entire Gate of God in a sea of ​​fire.

Menggert looked at Godfrey:

"Father, go and persuade him. Meng should still have feelings for you."

Ge Fulei pinched his chin:

"It's pretty good."

"fine?"

Ge Fulei was somewhat pleased: "You are worthy of being my son for having the courage to pursue the throne."

"Father?!" Menggert was desperate.

Godfrey laughed, and the laughter broke through the sky and reached Mengge’s ears:

"Son, my father is very pleased with your will. Let's have a battle between kings! If you have the ability, step on your father's back and become the new king!"

With that said, Ge Fulei stepped over, and with just one step, he closed the distance by one tenth. Godfrey's big foot stepped heavily on the blood, and the huge air wave shook away the blood and flames around him.

But the moment Godfrey's feet hit the ground, they still came into contact with the cursed blood. The burning cursed blood, like tarsal gangrene, climbed onto Godfrey's feet and gnawed at his armor and boots.

Without realizing it, Ge Fulei took another leap. This time, he kicked off with both feet before landing. The visible distortion of the air dissipated the cursed blood under his feet, and then his feet landed on the ground. The compressed air collapsed and turned into a violent wind, which continued to drive away the cursed blood. Crush it together with the cursed blood on your feet.

In this way, Ge Fulei broke through the endless cursed blood on the ground and approached Mengge.

Facing his father, Meng raised his holy spear.

With Meng as the center, blood red enveloped half of the God's Gate, and a blood red storm blew up, swallowing Ge Fulei.

Ge Fulei felt his energy and blood rushing all over his body. The misty wind of cursed blood blew through Ge Fulei, and his skin gradually peeled off. The dilated blood vessels under the skin became more and more excited and were ready to burst out at any time.

Ge Fulei laughed wildly again, roared, clasped his hands together, and the huge wind spread, forcing the blood mist back. After the two palms intertwined, the skin of Ge Fulei's arms exploded, and all the blood impulses in his body were released from his arms, forming blood arrows and shooting out.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Godfrey rushed forward again, high-fiving, repelling the mist, and bursting his arms. The further forward, the thicker the blood mist becomes, making it difficult to dispel.

From the outside, it seemed like there was some giant beast rampaging through the blood mist, moving forward.

After he clapped his hands several times, Ge Fulei felt that the blood mist had become thicker and thicker, blocking him like a wall of liquid blood.

Ge Fulei knew that he had reached the end, and with a roar, he just roared the wall of blood in front of him away, grabbed his hands forward, and rushed forward like a giant bear.

"Son, let daddy give you a good hug!" Ge Fulei roared.

Selosiu also came to the Gate of God at this time. Watching Godfrey's battle, he covered his face with his paws:

"No, barbarians use too little brains to fight."

Ge Fulei rushed out of the blood mist, but found that there was nothing in front of him, no Meng, and no God's Gate.

Ge Fulei turned his head and saw Meng not far away.

By controlling the concentration of the fog and the explosion of the cursed blood, Godfrey, whose vision was blocked, was guided to yaw. Mengge relied on precise calculations to avoid Ge Fulei's menacing charge.

"Father, I'm full of bad omens. If you hug me, you will get hurt." Meng said, "You are seriously injured now, so you should rest first."

At this time, Ge Fulei was covered in blood. Breaking through the blood mist caused his whole body to be injured to varying degrees. Countless wounds exposed blood, which turned into blood mist under Ge Fulei's courage, and the blood energy lingered around him.

"Right now." Michaela directed the others, "That's Monger's blood ritual. He shouldn't have a chance to use it again in a short time. Take advantage of it now."

Latan took the lead, flying directly with a roar, passing through the cursed blood on the ground, spinning towards Monger.

Mengge just raised the holy spear again and smiled ferociously.

The blood mist rose again, covering half of the square.

Latarn was startled and immediately climbed up, taking dangerous risks, allowing the pony to escape the capture of the blood mist.

Marlenia and others did not dare to throw themselves into the fog easily, so they could only wait where they were. Fortunately, Marlenia's feet are still prosthetic and will not be directly eroded by the cursed blood. Even so, the blood also penetrated a little, adding wounds to Marlenia's corrupt body.

Meng gathered the blood mist and swallowed it in his belly. He looked at the others who did not dare to venture in and smiled:

"Am I not prepared to deal with you? This pool of blood is my ritual altar. Everyone, please save your lives and welcome my new dynasty."

Behind Wuming, a black snake suddenly sprang out, opened its bloody mouth, and gnawed towards the blood pool on the ground.

But as soon as a piece of land was plowed, the burning blood pool burned the black snake and twisted it. At the same time, a violent explosion exploded from the black snake's mouth, and the cursed blood turned into a bomb, exploding a lot of dark blue liquid from the black snake.

"It's not as good as what you lose." Wuming shook his head and took back the black snake, "It's not worth it."

He released flames, burning the cursed blood at his feet. The cursed blood is extremely fire-resistant and difficult to burn dry immediately. Cursed blood also climbed onto Wuming's ankles, and several jet-black blood arrows shot out from Wuming's legs, mixed with the cursed blood, and gradually boiled and dissipated in the flames of the cursed blood.

Wuming calculated the distance between himself and Mengge, and estimated that he would die several times if he ran to Mengge. Halfway through, Monger will release blood mist, enough to drain everyone's blood instantly.

"Give up, you guys can't defeat me." Meng said, "I had a conversation with Mikaela before this. There are only three people in this world who can really threaten me."

Meng raised three fingers:

"Except for the seal my mother once placed on me. The other two - the nameless warrior, and the faded one who is deeply blessed and favored by blessings. Your threats come from the ability of immortality, as well as the blessings and favors, dewdrops Supplement, so you can resist my curse blood."

Monger looked down upon others:

"Others, as long as you are still flesh and blood, you can't defeat me. Just like Latan is very powerful, but will go crazy due to corruption - your flesh and blood can't stop my blood ritual."

Meng's Trident pointed at everyone:

"You who were abandoned by your mother cannot defeat me who has a mother!"

These powerful words silenced many people and caused Mengge to laugh wildly.

Suddenly a gravity wave swept across, pulling Meng off the high platform in front of the God's Gate and falling into the blood pool below.

Latan was flying in the sky, and halfway across the square, a gravity wave pulled Mongolia down.

Latan smiled: "Don't talk nonsense, I have a mother, and my mother is here. Look -"

Full Moon stood on the high platform, dotted several pyroxene magic gravels in the air from a distance, crossed the entire battlefield, and hit Mengge.

Meng swung his spear to smash the incoming demonic gravel. The spear passed in front of his eyes, revealing a figure approaching him quickly.

Melina, with her hair disheveled and a short knife in hand, approached Monger and threw out a round of black and red light blades.

"Mother loves everyone." Melina said coldly, "Let me give your mother her destined death."

Meng's huge body suddenly sank, and half of his body shrank into the blood pool, avoiding Melina's light blade.

The blood spear swung out from the blood pool under Melina, knocking Melina away.

Meng emerged from the blood pool at the same time and saw that Godfrey had retreated out of the blood pool. Michaela stretched out her right hand towards Godfrey, with holy light emerging from her palm, preparing to treat him.

Meng raised the blood monster forked spear in his other hand and pointed it at Mikaela.

Without any warning, with a bang, Mikaela's right hand exploded to pieces, divine blood splattered everywhere, and everyone around was covered in blood.

Michaela covered her right hand, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

He gave up treatment, took a few steps back, went down the stairs, and avoided Monger's sight.

Marlenia saw Michaela being injured, her eyes were instantly blood red, her clothes were broken, her red hair was entangled with a scarlet butterfly, turned into huge wings, flew into the sky, and a big scarlet flower headed towards Mongoza.

Faced with the threat of Marlenia, Meng opened the blood ritual again and released the countdown curse. The blood mist spread, covering his entire body.

Marlenia no longer cared about the danger of Meng's blood ritual. She braved the blood mist and penetrated Meng with her long knife while Meng was still in the ceremony, connecting herself to Meng.

The large scarlet flower carries strong corruption, constantly cutting and eroding Monger's body.

And Marlenia herself was constantly being gnawed by the blood mist. At the same time, under the erosion of corruption and cursed blood, she began to rapidly fester and burst into blood.

Marlenia felt like she was disappearing quickly, but she still didn't give up. She had always been prepared to sacrifice, for her brother and for that gentle world.

"Haha." A ferocious laugh interrupted her heroism.

In the blood mist, Meng stared at Marlenia closely:

"Do you think you can corrupt me?"

The ominous horns all over Mengge's body shone brightly and gave off a colorful color.

No matter how corrupted it was, it could not break through Monger's thick ominous horn. The majestic vitality withstood the erosion of corruption.

Meng's two spears thrust forward and penetrated Marlenia. Her festering body looked so soft.

The two spears were swung to both sides, and the blood blade burst from Malenia's waist. Half of Malenia's body fell into the blood pool.

Mengge laughed wildly and pulled out a large necklace made of horns from under his gorgeous robe.

"The Golden Tree is afraid of your corruption, but the Horned Man is not." Meng said, raising his big spear high and hitting Malenia on the head.

Monger's feet shook, and the spear was slightly misplaced, not hitting Marenia's head.

In the distance, Ge Fulei had retreated outside the blood pool, but he did not rest. He picked up an axe and chopped it across the square.

A crack spread from the stairs all the way to Monger's feet, and then the ground broke apart, and the blood river split. The blood pool was split in half by an axe, and towering blood waves were raised on both sides.

On the road chopped by the giant axe, Wuming drew his sword and rushed forward, approaching Monger.

Monger had just staggered after being hit by an axe, and there was no blood pool under his feet for him to teleport. Watching Wuming approach, the cold light of the long sword lit up in front of his eyes.

A sword sealed his throat and pierced his neck.

Monger stabbed down with his spear, trying to stab the dwarf to death, but Wuming dodged and stepped sideways on the holy spear inserted into the ground. With a force on his foot, he pulled the long sword inserted in his throat and cut off Monger's head.

Cursed blood spurted out from the broken neck, and blood mist appeared again.

Wuming cut off Monger's head, and the long sword was sheathed with blood. He picked up Malenia, raised the shield, and jumped back.

The blood pool just closed, and Wuming stepped on the shield, slid along, returned to the entrance, and put Malenia down.

Patch just climbed up the stairs at this time, looking at the people who were covered in blood and looked miserable:

"It seems not easy."

Patch was in good condition, only the tip of his leg had some blood, which was obviously not his.

Wuming looked at Patch: "Are you done there?"

"Just a dozen blood nobles." Patch said, "What about you?"

"Not finished yet." Wuming looked back at Monger.

At the moment of decapitation, Monger had controlled the cursed blood and forcibly glued the severed flesh together.

The holy spear in his hand raised blood mist again. If Wuming was a little slower just now, he would probably have burst into blood.

At this time, the cursed blood on the ground covered the venue again.

"The vitality of the evil omen is really tenacious." Wuming said.

Michaela rolled up her hair, pillowed it on the stairs, and healed herself while lying down, saying:

"As expected of the Blood Dynasty, the back row is the best. The biggest threat now is the blood pool and Monger's blood ritual, both of which are very threatening to the flesh and blood. They need to be dealt with as soon as possible."

"The blood flame pool is a large-scale small damage, and there are two types of blood rituals. One can hurt individuals at a long distance, and the other is a little closer, but the power is huge within the range." Wuming said his observation, "There is no blind spot, he is really well prepared."

Michaela nodded: "As long as Monger keeps launching blood rituals, it will be difficult for us to get close."

So the answer is very simple, the person who is not controlled by blood, the person who can defeat him instantly, and the person who can attack from a distance, all started their offensive at the same time.

Ratan put down the two cats, rode the pony, rushed straight into the sky, and poured down with brilliant light.

Ge Fulei raised the giant axe again, and the earth-shattering slash spread to the other end of the Gate of God. However, this time the attack did not reach Monger's feet, but Monger's side, blocking his way to dodge in that direction.

Man Yue and Laelana simultaneously released a torrent of magic power, which blasted Monger's face and the other side respectively. They also blocked his other two directions.

In the sky, the huge air pressure had already pressed Monger to the ground, and Ratan fell to the ground like a meteorite, hitting Monger head-on.

The Tower of God shook violently, and even if it was far away, it was bombed a little because of the earthquake.

Dust flew, almost covering the entire square.

Above the sea of ​​smoke, Monger was like a whale out of the sea, thrown high, black wings spread, and fell down.

The smoke and dust were shaken away, and Ratan set up his double swords to resist Monger's double spears.

After a moment of stalemate, Monger took the initiative to withdraw, holding up the holy spear and was about to release blood mist.

Ratan had to kick his legs and fly into the sky again.

"It's slippery." Ratan returned helplessly.

Just when Monger was hit, he sank into the blood pool, flew into the sky and dodged all kinds of killing moves.

"You have no chance." Monger said, "I won't give you another chance to catch me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monger's legs broke.

Patch stood on the blood pool, waving silk threads.

The cursed blood clung to his rock-like body and could not do anything to him.

But Patch's silk threads could not do anything to Monger either. The wound caused by his spider silk was too narrow, and Monger's cursed blood healed his body almost instantly.

Seeing that the cursed blood was ineffective, Monger slapped Patch away.

On the ground, Latan's impact and Ge Fulei's slashing flew up a large piece of soil and corpses, but the cursed blood drilled out from the ground like a snake and spread on the ground again.

Seeing that all attempts failed, Wuming said:

"This Mung is really hard to kill. Can you change your mindset and not kill the king but knock down the Gate of God?"

The full moon's magic torrent immediately hit the Gate of God, but the Gate of God did not move at all.

Ge Fulei was also a little unhappy:

"How did this kid learn this kind of moves? He is not happy at all in the fight and has no honor."

"If there is no other way, we can only..." Michaela said, "Concentrate the power on one person and force a breakthrough. The kings meet and decide the winner."

"Concentrate? How to concentrate?" Patch didn't understand, "You don't want Wuming to eat us, do you?"

Michaela looked at the bottom of the stairs and closed her eyes:

"Wuming knows what I'm talking about."

Wuming also looked at the bottom of the stairs and asked Patch:

"Our people are all down there, right?"

Wuming knew exactly what Michaela was talking about. Michaela had prepared for the worst by asking Shadow City to send out all its troops. In the worst case, Wuming could also use collective sacrifice to gain strength like Monger.

Wuming was nourished by souls, and the huge number of Messermo soldiers could fill his appetite.

And if he wanted to absorb Rune, Michaela's body as the Son of Gold would be the best food.

"The soldiers are here," said Patch, "They may only add blood to Monger. I didn't ask them to come."

Wuming asked, "Our caravan has arrived too, right?"

"Of course, we need supplies." Patch became more alert, "What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? Monger has already said it." Wuming said, "As long as there are dew drops to supply, we can forcefully break through his blood ritual, right?"

Wuming waved his hand proudly, "Move out all the remaining dung beetles in our caravan!"

The sound of buzzing soon came from downstairs, and the caravan came to the bottom of the stairs carrying cages. Each cage was filled with dung beetles. Each dung beetle pushed a bright red dew ball.

Wuming pried open a dew ball and threw it to Ge Fulei:

"Everyone, take the dew and prepare to charge!"

Ge Fulei also laughed: "The last time I fought such a surplus was when I was with my wife."

Everyone hung two or three dew balls on their waists, and rushed towards Monger again like hungry tigers. This time, there was no need to worry about the cursed blood. Weaker warriors such as Millicent Ashmi also rushed forward.

The cursed blood stained his body, but he didn't care. It was too eroded, so he just picked up the dew ball and drank a mouthful, and his injuries recovered immediately.

Monger was also a little dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Looking at a group of people rushing towards him while drinking dew, he estimated that even if he used the blood ritual, it would be difficult to get any good results. When he used the ritual, he would be drowned in the crowd, and it would not be easy for him to be stabbed by everyone.

If they hide in the blood pool, the group can rely on the dew drops to hold out longer. If they attack the blood pool with all their strength, his cursed blood will also be consumed a lot.

A longer-range attack method with strong enough power is needed.

Munger inserted two blood forks into the ground:

"Don't underestimate the power of the mother!"

A shadow rose behind the charging army. The cursed blood gathered and surged, and a high blood wave gradually formed and rushed over from behind.

If the whole body is stained with cursed blood, the damage will be much more terrible than stepping on the cursed blood with combat boots. As long as the speed of these people can be slowed down, he can buy time and release the blood ritual.

But before the blood wave takes shape, a shadow higher than the blood wave covers the blood wave.

Ge Fulei drank several dew drops, and all the injuries on his body were healed. The excessive vitality made him hot and red all over.

After drinking, Ge Fulei threw away the giant axe and inserted his hands into the blood pool.

Then, Ge Fulei lifted up a small pool of blood along with the corpses and the land, and slapped it down heavily.

The blood wave created by Monger was buried in the soil by the rocks like a landslide before it took shape.

Seeing that he could not stop it, Monger took up his gun and flapped his wings to fly high, ready to distance himself and release the blood ritual in the air.

A shadow loomed over his head.

Monger looked up and saw an ancient dragon with only two wings flying through the sky. A figure jumped off the ancient dragon and landed on his body from the top of his head.

Mungert leaned on the crutches and smashed down, pressing Monger back to the ground.

On the ground, Latan had already rushed under Monger, sweeping his two swords across, and the rocks on the ground protruded, pushing away the cursed blood, so that Monger could not receive the cursed blood buffer.

Mung hit the rock hard, spurting out cursed blood. Mung looked at his brother who was holding him down and was furious:

"Why! Why do you also oppose me! You are also abandoned by the Golden Tree, why do you want to defend that incompetent mother!"

"What you call a competent mother is to add wounds to everyone equally?" said Mungert.

"You don't understand the true meaning of mother at all." Mung grinned, revealing his fangs that were bleeding. "Wounds and blood, pain and curses are the truth of life."

Mung spurted out a mouthful of blood, forcing Mungert to jump back to avoid it. But as soon as Mung got up, he saw the shadow of Ratan's double swords, which had already covered his head.

Mung fell again, feeling that all the evil horns on his body were about to break.

Faced with such trauma, Mung just laughed wildly, clenched the holy spear, and started the blood ritual again.

Ratan and others immediately recovered with dew drops and bombarded Mung.

Monger silently endured all the attacks, stood up little by little, and waved the holy spear firmly. When the blood ceremony ended, the wounds on his body had recovered a little.

The red blood like dewdrops poured into Monger's body, repairing his injuries continuously.

"Did you see it? This is the blessing of the mother." Monger's horns were broken, and his eyes were covered with blood. "This is the warmth of the mother, this is the proof of love!"

On the ground, many blood arrows shot up into the sky, and the cursed blood buried deep underground surged to the ground again, forming a blood mist in the air.

A blood mist gradually enveloped the entire Gate of God, and some amorphous existence surged in the blood mist.

The blood mist continued to spread, occupying the scenery on the horizon. Whether it was the shadow tree or the moon on the horizon, they were gradually blurred in the blood mist.

Under the blood mist, tiny cracks began to appear on everyone's body, oozing drops of blood.

Everyone was shocked by this strange phenomenon and looked at Monger. They didn't expect him to have such a skill.

Monger looked up at the sky with a happy expression:

"Mother? Mother! You are here!"

Everyone was surprised: "How is it possible? The Gate of God has not moved at all--"

Everyone looked at the Gate of God and fell silent.

In front of the dazzling light curtain, the air was slightly disturbed, and some invisible existence rose up like mist. Only the occasional air disturbance made people realize one thing-the Invisible Mother has appeared.

Everyone felt that it was difficult to breathe, as if some existence gradually replaced the air, which was heavier and more aggressive. From the inside out, it kissed and licked the body, leaving wounds on the surface and inside the body.

Everyone thought that the Invisible Mother had not arrived yet, but they did not expect that Her almost unrecognizable hugeness had already been revealed.

All flesh and blood bodies stopped attacking. Blood filled their bodies, and they could no longer control their bodies.

This is the power of God.

Monger turned around excitedly and praised the Gate of God:

"My mother, my God! Your king is here, and I am your most loyal child! Together, we will build an eternal dynasty!"

Monger saw that in front of the Gate of God, in front of the broken stairs, Wuming was standing in front of the broken stairs as high as a person, looking up at the Gate of God.

Wuming stared blankly at the Gate of God, like a tiny believer making a pilgrimage, looking at the great existence that cannot be disobeyed.

Dark blood also gushed out of Wuming's body, and wounds on both his helmet and knees continued to accumulate. This was no longer an injury that could be cured by Dew Drops, and he must have been too weak to move.

"Brother Wuming, don't hesitate!" Michaela lay at the door, covered in blood, and shouted, "Absorb other people's Great Runes, so that you can survive!"

Not far from Wuming, the Great Runes of Latan, Mungert, and Marenia were in front of him, and in the distance, Michaela's Great Rune was also shining. Michaela believed that as long as he absorbed four Great Runes, Wuming's power would be enough to defeat Monger and his god.

Ge Fulei sat next to Michaela, leaning against the stone door, also covered in blood, but smiled:

"He has his own ideas."

"What else can he do?" Michaela was stunned.

"Just now he asked me to lift the floor." Ge Fulei said, "He should have a way."

Under the earth, the souls attached to the corpses, those souls that had not yet been absorbed and sacrificed by the old woman of the horned man, brought the corpses up, broke through the soil, and all piled up near Wuming, and the souls attached to Wuming's head.

Wuming's body squeezed out black blood again, as if the invisible existence was preventing Wuming from moving.

But the guardian spirit above his head was judging, ignoring the influence of flesh and blood, wrapping Wuming's body and making him move.

Wuming turned around and smiled at Monger:

"Thank you for separating the cursed blood from the corpse."

"Could it be..." Michaela was shocked, looking at the posture of sacrifice around Wuming, "He wants to enter the Gate of God? But this is not allowed..."

"He doesn't have the qualifications of a god?" Ge Fulei asked.

Michaela said: "The steps are one person high, as high as a natural moat."

Wuming laughed and raised his hands.

Then, two brilliant swords took shape in front of his eyes and instantly inserted into the broken steps. Wuming grabbed the brilliant swords with both hands and climbed up!

In a few steps, he climbed up the steps and came to the Gate of God.

Wuming looked back at Monger and others:

"I'm going to play, you hold on."

"No!" Michaela shouted.

But it was too late, Wuming jumped into the Gate of God and disappeared without a trace.

"What's wrong?" Ge Fulei asked him.

"Entering the Gate of God is the step to becoming a god." Michaela panicked, "Now there is no king to bring him back! How can he be so reckless!"

Michaela said: "And we can't hold on anymore, how can we stop Monger?"

"Let me do it." Patch climbed up from below, his behavior was quite natural.

Michaela was stunned: "But you were just slapped away and just climbed back."

"Of course it's not just me."

Patch said, rushing up.

This spider body seemed to have no blood, was not controlled by the Invisible Mother, and was not eroded by the cursed blood. It arrived in front of Monger in an instant, and its body immediately spread out, and the living web enveloped Monger, constantly cutting his body.

Monger wanted to swing it again to give Patch a spear, but this time he couldn't get what he wanted. The spider was extremely flexible, turning around Monger's big spear, cutting his big spear while turning, and Monger's holy spear and body were cut and chopped inch by inch.

Monger used blood to bond his body and weapon. The originally heavy and hard spear was turned into a whip, but Monger still wielded it vigorously.

Monger's whip swept across, and Patch jumped back to avoid the long whip. He didn't want Monger's arm to stretch, and he used the broken arm connected by blood to freely control the length. The long whip swung Patch's body, penetrated, and smashed into the ground, splitting into two pieces.

Patch's body was more fragmented than Monger's. The whip tore Patch in half, but did not hurt Patch at all. He was like a ball of wool, shapeless, but extremely tough. The whip that hit him was split in the middle by his body.

When Monger and Patch were fighting, Ashmi also deformed, expanding, expanding, and expanding again.

A furnace golem stood on the Tower of God.

The furnace golem was on fire, and Ashmi himself also endured the horrible burning of the flames. But following Wuming, he had become accustomed to this kind of burning flame that touched the soul, and it could last for a while.

The Burning Golem shook its head, and a huge spiral of flames with the same caliber as the Burning Golem swirled and plowed towards Monger.

The range was too large, and even though Monger had dodged, he was still completely enveloped. The flame storm tore his wings and body, and also tore his soul.

But when the flames dissipated, Monger still stood there, and his body, which was already charred, became even more charred.

"Hahahaha..." Monger laughed wildly, and the blood flowing on his body ignited the flames, "Do you think I'm afraid of fire? Do you think I'm afraid of fire?!"

Monger dived into the blood mist that filled the entire top of the tower, appeared above the head of the Burning Golem, thrust with a large spear, and pierced the eyes of the Burning Golem with a trident.

Then he flew into the interior of the Burning Golem, and the blood flames also swirled, guiding the flames inside the Burning Golem to accelerate, and soon the Burning Golem was overloaded, causing a series of explosions.

Ashmi landed and returned to human form, constantly transforming into various golems, fighting with Monger.

After Monger landed, Melina also joined the battle. She was a spirit and was also not controlled by the cursed blood, but her combat power was still a level lower.

Monger fought Ashmi and Melina at the same time, and was not at a disadvantage at all.

"No, there is no hope like this..." Michaela muttered to himself as he watched the battle, "I can only..."

Michaela stood up with all his strength.

The Blood Mother also bound him, but did not stop Michaela's actions. With just this step, Michaela's wounds were all over his body.

He could not maintain the illusion and returned to his hideous appearance.

Michaela was unaware and took another step forward.

His arms disappeared and turned into blood mist.

But instead, there was a pair of spirit arms.

Another step, and one of Michaela's legs disappeared.

Just as he was about to take another step, Patch came up to him.

He looked at Michaela's half-spiritual state and said, "Forget it. If you abandon too many bodies, your Great Rune will also be broken. The spiritual state will not be hurt, but it can't charm Monger."

Michaela's face was pale, and he didn't know what to do.

He was even ready to sacrifice everyone. As long as Wuming could win, it would be worth it.

But he never expected that Wuming entered the Gate of God.

Michaela fully believed that Wuming had the qualifications to be a king and could pull any god back. But he entered the Gate of God himself, who would be the anchor to bring him back?

Patch said: "You gave Reda a blessing, right?"

Michaela nodded subconsciously.

"Give me a few blessings too." Patch said, "Spider eyes are more, give me a few more."

"Will it be useful if you have a blessing?" Michaela was a little unconfident, "You are not that strong, and I am not a true god yet. My blessing should not be stronger than the Invisible Mother."

"Just give it." Patch said.

Michaela handed Patch eight eyeball-shaped blessings.

Each rune was full of holy light and had deep blessings.

One of Patch's legs turned into a silk thread, pierced the blessing and took it, then turned and ran towards Monger.

Then he passed Monger.

Patch came to the front of the Gate of God, flicked the spider silk, and threw Michaela's blessed rune towards the Gate of God.

After throwing it, he did not forget to gently shake the silk thread. The placement of the runes was also very particular. The runes closest to the inside had already been attached to the Gate of God. The runes were farther and farther away from the outside, and more dazzling than the other. They were arranged in order, shaking and swaying gently. Like the soul garden eels swaying in the cemetery.

After shaking twice, Wuming came out with his back bent.

He picked up the runes as he walked.

Patch threw the last rune back, and Wuming followed the rune and pounced in front of Patch.

"Are you willing to come back?" Patch said.

"What are you talking about? I'm waiting for you to call me." Wuming looked calm as he took the last piece of Rune.

"What do you mean? You left your brothers to suffer." Patch asked.

Wuming raised his arm and said:

"Isn't this to bring the old lady back?"

Wuming was holding the hunched old woman with horns in his hand. At this time, the hideous souls under the old woman's skin disappeared, just like before, very peaceful.

Wuming patted his chest armor:

"I stopped the old lady halfway for you, and intercepted half of the sacrificial souls. Only half of the invisible mother can come out, which is a great contribution."

Patch asked: "Then will this thing that comes out now go back half?"

Wuming shook his head: "This is half, the other half hasn't come out yet."

"What's the use, we can't beat it now." Patch looked at Monger.

Ashmi has been completely controlled and trapped by Monger's cursed blood. The flames are ignited, ready to completely evaporate Ashmi.

Melina's figure also became more illusory. In front of Monger's evil horn, the soul was not completely invincible.

It was seen that the two were about to be defeated and destroyed.

Wuming quickly lifted Patch and threw it towards Monger. Patch grabbed Monger's head and pierced several bloody holes in his body.

Wuming was wrapped up by the resentful soul and smashed it, knocking Monger to the side, taking Ashmi and Melina away from Monger's control and looking for Michaela for treatment.

When he arrived at Michaela, Wuming was shocked:

"Why is it so miserable?"

"The Invisible Mother has come out. No one can beat the gods under this scale of sacrifice." Michaela said.

Wuming said: "I thought you could hold on easier with you. Don't you have a golden needle that can drive away the outer gods?"

"If you summon one, it's not considered an Outer God." Michaela said, "He already has half the status of a true god. Restraint also depends on the amount. I can't dispel this scale of advent. It's invisible, where can I stick my golden needles?"

Michaela's expression was a little more relaxed:

"But fortunately you're back. Although reckless, you're back after all. Then you're a true god-level existence. I don't know what you saw on the other side of the door, but it should be enough to fight against the Invisible Mother."

"Huh? Is it considered a god if you come back from the Gate of God?" Wuming tilted his head.

"Of course, didn't you come into contact with those inspirations through the Gate of God?" Michaela said, "Didn't you say that you intercepted half of the soul? Then you should be stronger than the Invisible Mother. The laws of God, plus your original king's power, are enough to defeat the God Kings Monger and the Invisible Mother."

"There was contact, but after I convinced the old lady, I intercepted the unused half of the soul. When I saw Patch calling me, I came back." Wuming said.

Michaela blinked and turned pale:

"You mean, you haven't been baptized by the Gate of God?"

"I don't think so." Wuming said.

"We're done." Michaela was depressed.

"Don't be so pessimistic. I learned to summon spirits from the old lady in the gate." Wuming said.

"Ordinary summoning spirits are not that powerful." Michaela said, "You can only summon the surrounding environment and familiar things."

"I'm going to summon a familiar person." Wuming gave Michaela a thumbs up, indicating that he was relieved.

"Could it be...your idol?" Michaela still couldn't rest assured, "I know you admire him very much, but from your dream, that person is not strong enough to solve the problem at hand."

"Then you're wrong." Wuming said, "I do admire my idol the most, but the strongest person I know is not my idol, nor me."

"There are still masters?" Michaela was surprised.

Wuming drew out his long sword and poked it on the ground.

Flames rose from the tip of the sword, sweeping the long sword and Wuming.

The flames passed by, and the long sword in Wuming's hand turned into an ancient giant sword, with flames attached to the sword.

Wuming's full body armor disappeared, replaced by a short-sleeved black satin with silver iron armor, revealing his strong arms and dark gold arm guards.

The crown on his head had several high crown tips and the patterns were not delicate. The crown reflected the flames and showed golden red.

Wuming's figure disappeared, replaced by an old man with a tough face and gray hair.

The old man spoke, and Wuming's voice was ethereal:

"Sure enough, it has to be the one in his heyday."