"Sventovit..." Zhanilcha's voice was a little strange, as if it was stretched and compressed, sometimes deep, sometimes sharp, and seriously out of tune.
"The God of Magic? Haha——" The god Zhanilcha called Sventovit walked out of the smoke, clouds, water mist, and metal particle mist. These mist were composed of the energy and matter released by the magic arrays just now. form.
After Sventovit completely walked out of the foggy area, he did not pay attention to Zhanilcha. Instead, he glanced ahead and carefully observed the crowd on Taiyi's side, especially staying on Taiyi, Baling, and Yelena for a while.
At this time, people also saw his appearance clearly——
He is eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waist... I guess that's wrong. He is actually over 3 meters tall. With his sturdy back and waist, he looks straight up and down. It looks like a square, but it is actually a rectangle;
The muscles are knotted, as if they were polished from rock. The chest, waist, calves, feet, wrists, etc. are covered with metal armor. There are patterns and scratches on them, showing the art of history and the vicissitudes of time;
He has brown, slightly yellowish curly hair, and his face is a standard Slavic appearance, with sharp edges and a strong air;
There is a long sword hanging on the waist. It is the thick two-handed broadsword used by traditional Slavs. However, in Sventovit's case, it can only be regarded as a thin one-handed sword;
There is a spear tied to the back. The spear blade is very similar to the tip of a broad sword. The spear blade has the same mysterious pattern as the armor, which looks like both writing and talismans.
"It's really embarrassing. I remember that in Trigolav, you were the most sensible person to protect yourself." After looking at each other with Taiyi and others for a while, Sventovit finally took some time to chat with Zhanircha. From his contemptuous words, it was obvious that he had a bad relationship with Zhanilcha.
"My original self (body) was taken away by the enemy. I hope you can help me take it back. At least, don't let the enemy destroy it. This is my name to you, the god of war - Svento, in the name of God - Zhanilcha. Werther, supreme request.”
Zhanilcha never hesitates to lower his attitude when asking for help from others. Moreover, doing so is not a shame for him, but it is not a necessary means to achieve the goal.
"Your god's name is worthless!" Sventovit exposed Zhanilcha's lie, "Except for the magic name, even your real name has no binding force!"
"Then in my magical name, Zirntala, I swear here to ask Svandi Vijes, the holy Lord of Victory, to bless him to regain my original self on any terms."
After being disliked by Sventovit, Zhanilcha acted as if nothing had happened and he had never deceived the other party. In the blink of an eye, he initiated an oath of prayer in accordance with the other party's request.
"Weird guy, if Trigolav didn't need you, I really wouldn't want to be with you! However, I accepted your request, as evidenced by my magical name 'Sfandy Vijes'!" Sventovit Staring deeply at Zaniercha——
From the day they were born, Sventovit and Zhanilza were opposing gods, with opposite laws, opposite personalities, and opposite abilities, just like the White God and the Black God, the God of Love and the God of Dreams, the God of Death and the God of Forest.
The Trigolav God Realm is a very...weird God Realm, from primitive gods to great gods, to main gods, high-level gods, and low-level gods, all from one extreme to the other, facing each other.
The God of War is upright and violent, while the God of Magic is changeable and cunning. They are the two main gods who have the most disputes.
In fact, it was Sventovet who kept provoking Zhanilcha, and Zhanilcha could always hide and not respond.
So, when today Zhanilcha put aside his past grudges and came to beg Sventovet in a low voice, Sventovit suddenly felt deep in his heart... he looked down on Zanilcha even more!
In his opinion, "I would rather bend than bend, do it if you don't accept it" is the mainstream. Asking for help will never happen at all, and the worst is death.
Besides, Zhanilcha cannot die.
He just had his original self taken away. His original self (spirit), outer self (vigor), and inner self (soul) are all still fine. He can go back to recuperate and practice for thousands of years. He is a good man again. Why should he give up his face and plead, especially Pleading with his nemesis!
However, if you don’t understand, you don’t understand. If the God of War agrees to the request, he will definitely help the other person fulfill his wish, no matter who the other person is.
"White Horse!"
Sventovit's oracle announcing the God of War was still something that Taiyi and others could not understand at all, but it automatically took on meaning in the spirit.
"Sword of Victory!"
"Holy Spear!"
As Sventovit continued to pray, a huge white Pegasus appeared under him - it was really a Pegasus, with white, bat-like wings. The Pegasus was dressed in red armor and decorated with cloth curtains;
The one-handed sword at his waist turned into golden light, flowed into his right hand, and then condensed into a golden lightsaber - a real lightsaber, with red divine inscriptions and magic inscriptions rotating and flowing on the outside of the sword;
The spear behind his back turned into white light, flowed into his left hand, and then turned into a white light gun - also a real light gun, with a very clear shape and outline, coupled with red divine and magical inscriptions, with the duality of holiness and violence. Beauty.
Watching Sventovit show off his treasures one by one, the corners of his Tai's eyes twitched as he held the bachelor's stick, feeling the other party's deep malice - as if he was being completely targeted!
When he was angry, he wanted to immediately smash Zhanilcha's three diamond-shaped cores, and before the opponent had finished preparing his ultimate move, he rushed forward to interrupt his pretense!
"Xiao Yi, don't destroy the core of the black dragon. Leave it to me. I will take revenge with my own hands!" Yelena, no, Yuan Ziyi suddenly said.
It is in line with the personality of the petty queen. Not only that, Taiyi can also think that there must be the instigation of Liegu Sheyi.
With a casual throw, he sent the three cores with the huge black dragon's eyes out of the sealing formation. Taiyi turned back and stared at Sventovit - there was no need to interrupt, Sventovit's prayer had reached the last item.
"Creatures in the world, obey my orders, and conquer the endless world of gods with me. I am the light of victory and the master of war!"
Screaming and roaring, Sventovit raised his light gun high. Under the head of the light gun, a flag of more than ten meters long made of red light flakes stretched out. In the center of the flag, an eagle made of gold and white light chirped. The sky was filled with shock, and the sound shook thousands of miles.
Tread—boom—
The heavy footsteps gathered into a roar, coming from the fog.
Even though Sventovit has an exaggerated figure of 3 meters high and nearly 3 meters wide, he is still incomparable to the black dragon with an overall length of more than 300 meters, but he can suppress Zhanilcha - in fact, Zanilcha doesn't want to It's a waste of time and energy, not because of the individual, but because... He has the most followers in the Trigolaf God Realm!
