Mammon stretched out her finger to the sky, and the greedy insects in the crack behind her suddenly poured out like a tide.
Under the guidance of Mammon, these tiny insects entangled with each other, and millions of greedy insects turned into a large swarm of insects, completely occupying the ruins area covered by Mammon's shadow.
"You should know that in a battle involving the mythical realm, your low-level relatives, no matter how many they are, cannot have any effect."
The voice of Ortheleimon came out of the incandescent fireball. His voice was no longer in the sand at this time. His voice was majestic and loud, without any sense of age.
"You don't need to do this. I know my relatives well. Of course I know that they are just useless in large numbers. The aftermath of the battle in the mythical realm can crush them in large pieces." Mamen spread his arms and said in words It's all contempt for his own family members.
"But to me, if there are enough of them, they can still be effective in this battle."
Mammon rubbed her silver left hand, and the vortex in her pupils gradually disappeared. The huge space crack behind her that was torn apart by the invisible force also began to close, and greedy insects no longer poured out.
"This number is just right."
A stern smile appeared on Mammon's face. At this moment, the number of greedy insects under his feet had reached an incalculable level. The dense sea of insects was chaotically arranged in the ruins, and it was impossible to see the end at a glance.
"Praise, my kin."
"You will have the honor to get rid of this fragile and insignificant ugly body, and become the Lord's nourishment. You will contribute to the Lord's path to immortality and contribute your own strength."
“Thank the Lord for the opportunity he has given you, and sing praises to the Lord’s greatness and mercy.”
"Of course, with all your pride and self-esteem, give your life to the Lord."
Mammon lowered her head and looked at the insects below. With her impassioned words and the instinctive awe and loyalty of her greedy followers to him, the greedy insects in the entire sea of worms fell into complete fanaticism.
"Maon! Maon!"
Millions of greedy insects raised their heads, and countless slender beaks repeated the same sound.
"Maon! Maon!"
Mammon looked at her dependents with satisfaction and waved her hand towards the sea of insects below.
"Then...goodbye."
His voice suddenly became indifferent and gloomy, and then the deep shadow emerged from the ruins again, quickly swallowing up the endless sea of insects.
After devouring all the greedy insects, the huge shadow emerged from the ruins and stood on the ground, turning into a humanoid monster with three heads.
This monster is huge in size, no less than the incandescent fireball hanging high in the sky.
Its body is composed of shadows, and the faces of the three heads are extremely similar. It can only be barely discerned that the head in the middle is a human head, and the left and right heads are of animals. It is impossible to tell what kind of animals the heads on the left and right sides are.
"...Don't let me down with this hard-earned strength." Mammon gently stroked the pair of gray feathers on her back and plucked a feather from the wings.
He pinched the feather and threw it towards the huge shadow monster.
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When the gray feathers came into contact with the shadow monster, the deep shadows absorbed the feathers into the body. The shadows on this behemoth began to flow, and a pair of light gray eyes appeared on the blurry face.
"Go and pull down that fireball hanging in the sky."
Mammon pointed to the sky and gave her order to the shadow monster.
The shadow monster roared angrily, and then its entire body turned into a dark cloud that could cover the sky. The clouds and mist rose into the sky and rushed towards the location of Othelemon.
Whether it was Mammon summoning a large number of greedy insects for sacrifice or the shadow turning into a giant monster, Othlemon's performance has always been very weak. He was very cautious, so he used a few streamers of light fire in the first test, and then Immediately let Field reveal the state of liberating his divinity. Apart from that, Othelemon has been high
Hanging in the air, there is no option to take the initiative.
However, when the enemy takes the initiative to rush towards him, Othelemon no longer needs to hide.
The incandescent fireball waved the four weapons in its hands. The giant ax and sword burning with red flames easily split the clouds transformed by the shadow monsters into two halves; the spears and warhammers emitting bright light dispersed those who wanted to gather attacks again. The Black Mist of Orthelemon.
The terrifying force impacted the darkness surrounding the incandescent fireball, causing the cloud and mist that could cover the sky to shrink dramatically, reducing its size by more than 10%.
Seeing that the black cloud and mist could not occupy any space, it quickly retreated back and transformed into the previous three-headed monster on the ground.
The shadow monster's first attack was easily blocked by Othelemon, without causing any harm to the opponent.
"Well, now it's my turn."
Oselemon's voice came from the incandescent fireball. After he finished speaking, the flame creatures of various shapes on the ground charged towards the shadow monster.
Wolves made of red fire, eagles made of blazing flames, molten giants with lava flowing on their bodies, and even flame dragons that breathed out flames.
Under Othelemon's mobilization, they formed a neat square and launched an attack on the shadow monster.
In front of the giant monster that swallowed millions of greedy insects, these creatures made of flames seemed extremely small, but there was only one shadow monster, but the flame creatures could form an army.
Their behavioral system is completely controlled by Oselemon. With the cooperation of complex tactics, they are able to temporarily contain this shadow monster.
As for Osere, who had become one with Field, he had no time to get too entangled with this twisted creation formed by stacking deaths.
His goal...from beginning to end is only one.
Oselemon muttered, and as he muttered, the four arms of the incandescent fireball began to shrink back into the ball, and four weapons composed of flames surrounded the fireball, always protecting the safety of the incandescent fireball.
In a few seconds, many cracks appeared on the incandescent fireball, and Othelemon's voice came clearly from the cracks.
"Guangyu!"
The moment after the sound fell, the four weapons surrounding the fireball turned into four fire horses emitting infinite brilliance; a dazzling golden chariot rushed from the inside of the incandescent fireball, and the incandescent fireball was completely hit. , dissipated in the sky.
At this time, Oselemon was sitting in a golden chariot. He was dressed in purple and had a gold headband. His figure had become taller and taller, with shining gold all over his body. He no longer looked as old as before.
Thousands of rays of light illuminated the entire Arhai, and blazing flames continued to spread from Othelemon's body, turning into flames one after another, and rushed towards the battlefield on the ground.
Othelemon threw out four reins composed of flames with a big hand. The rope seemed to have spirituality. The moment it was thrown out, it caught the four fire horses around him.
Oselemon drove the golden war, which turned into an extremely bright stream under the guidance of four fire horses, and rushed straight towards Mammon in the shadow area.
"This... it's time to end."
Like the despicable savior
Feeling sad and happy
