Nok's actions forced all the hidden people to show up.
This is a complete conspiracy.
Originally, they were waiting for Nok to fuse the tapestry and then fight for it, but at this moment, they didn't dare to gamble anymore.
This was originally the artifact of the three sisters of Crosso, the Goddess of Destiny. If the thing fell into her hands, so what!
"Nok! You bastard! How could you give up such an important thing to this old witch!"
Fiona, who was closest to Nok and the two, was furious. She teleported to the fragments and reached out to collect the nine fragments.
Crosso was naturally unhappy and took action to stop Fiona.
"Fiona, you don't want to act anymore? Since you don't want to act anymore, I will take that thing back, but I can't let you take it away."
"Get out!" Fiona punched Crosso, who was not afraid and punched him as well.
Boom!
The two fists collided, and many of the mysterious people who flew over to try to participate in the fight were knocked down by the impact of the punch.
Nok, who was the closest, was caught off guard and was knocked away, falling to the ground and seriously injured.
Under this punch, Notre Dame turned into powder in the blink of an eye, and not even a stone could be found.
The bodies of Milady and others turned into dust under this punch.
Nok worked hard to mobilize the power in his body to resist, and at the same time used magic to heal himself, and finally managed to save his life.
This is the true strength of demigods and gods!
The previous fight outside the city was simply a careless performance!
Fiona and Crosso fought, and people who appeared in the darkness took the opportunity to snatch the tapestry fragments.
"Seeking death!" Fiona and Crosso shouted angrily at the same time, tacitly changing their attack targets and attacking other competitors together.
Those who dare to participate in the fight are naturally not mediocre. Each of them has at least half-god level strength.
"Dwarf King! How dare you interfere!" Crosso's furious roar echoed in the sky.
"Queen of the Dryad Elf, you are seeking death!" Fiona's violent shout made the earth shake.
The next battle was unclear to Nok.
The battle between a group of demigod-level masters had already stunned him.
When Nok woke up from his coma, the battle continued, but only two sides remained.
The Holy Court and the Witches Alliance.
Nok sat up from the ground in a daze, and saw that he was sitting on an island woven with a pile of tree roots, surrounded by a swamp.
There was no city of Paris, no demigods, and no river Seine.
But on the surface of the water, there were countless corpses floating with a heart-stopping aura.
The armored giant lay in the water with a huge hole in his chest.
A woman with three pairs of wings who was sucked into a human body was strung to the surface of the water by a tree root.
There is also a huge bat with half its head lying on the water.
A three-headed monster like a hill had its head chopped off, leaving only three bleeding necks hanging in the water.
Although Nok didn't know the identity of the owners of these corpses, his aura analysis showed that each corpse was a demigod master.
Wow, the water surface rippled, hitting the tree island and breaking into waves.
Nok looked up and looked into the distance. A few kilometers away, a giant silver dragon was fighting something in the water.
Further away, a towering tree was fighting with a cloud of black mist. Around them, nine fragments of the tapestry of destiny were surrounding, emitting golden light.
Nok looked at this scene in surprise.
He was surprised that he could survive a battle involving a group of demigods.
It seems that he is much more important than he thought.
boom!
A pillar of water exploded in the distance. The silver dragon wanted to take off, but was caught by the huge tentacles jumping out of the water. The dragon flapped its wings, lowered its head and breathed out at the tentacles under its feet.
The water surface churned, and several tentacles jumped out again, wrapping around the dragon.
The dragon let out a wail of pain and was dragged into the water by the tentacles.
Kraken!
The name of the tentacle owner instinctively appeared in Nok's mind.
Only the God-killing monster recorded in the church's handbook, the Hydra, the Kraken, has the ability to slay dragons and can put Fiona at a disadvantage.
Is the towering tree in the distance the tree of light recorded in the top-secret files of the Inquisition, a ten thousand-year-old tree spirit?
Black Mist knew without guessing that it was Crosso.
A person who can be called a goddess is not so easy to kill.
Nok no longer paid attention to the battle in the distance. He had discovered that there was a barrier on the tree island. The waves caused by the distant battle would hit the tree island and activate the barrier on the tree island to protect Nok from harm.
Nok had nothing to do and lay down again.
He couldn't participate in the battle outside.
He was safe until the outcome was decided between the two sides.
As for the winner, he should be safe for the time being.
He is already showing off, at least in the eyes of others, he is showing off.
Nok has found clues to repair the tapestry of destiny, but once he repairs the tapestry of destiny, he will definitely die.
Unless Nok can be the first to use the tapestry of destiny after repair.
But will the winner give him this opportunity? It's impossible even to think about.
What Nok wants to think about now is how to take the tapestry away while paralyzing the enemy.
As long as he is given time to breathe, he can hide his traces, slowly figure out how to use the tapestry of destiny, and change the destiny of himself and the world.
Nok thought and thought and thought, and fell asleep in a daze.
I don’t know how long I slept, but Nok suddenly dreamed that he was drowning and had difficulty breathing. It was so uncomfortable!
Nok opened his eyes, only to find that he was in the water, and the tree island disappeared at some point.
It turns out he really drowned!
"Wow!" Nok emerged from the water and found that the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain.
In the distance, a large tree with only half of its body left was burning with flames and thick smoke billowing, occupying the entire sky.
Well, it turns out it's not the cloudy day that wants to rain, but the thick smoke covering the sky.
The thousand-year-old tree actually failed. No wonder the tree island is gone.
Nok struggled to swim to the body of the three-headed monster and climbed up.
Standing on the corpse, Nok looked around and saw a huge and mutilated corpse lying under the burning ancient tree.
Only half, well, the top half of the huge head was left. The lower half, together with several broken tentacles, was carried by a giant dragon covered in blood, and placed on the burning ancient tree to roast. The rich fragrance made those who smelled it couldn't help but wriggle their stomachs and become hungry.
There were almost no intact scales on Fiona's body. They were either torn off alive or broken into pieces. Dragon blood seeped out from the wounds and dripped on the bright red water.
Opposite Fiona was Crosso standing in the void. Her black dress was in tatters, her long skirt had become super short, and the spring light was looming.
Her long black hair turned gray, and her skin was no longer rosy.
Looking at her face again, it was a withered face that even an eighty-year-old woman would find shabby, ferocious and terrifying.
Crosso has become a veritable old witch!
The nine fragments of the tapestry of destiny surrounding her were also dim at this time.
Fiona and Crosso stood looking at each other, neither of them moving.
They both lost an old friend and a good helper. None of them knew whether the other had any trump cards or whether they were just as exhausted as themselves.
They didn't dare to stimulate each other at will, they were all waiting, waiting for their physical strength to recover, and also waiting for each other's flaw.
Nok looked at the two sides in a stalemate and couldn't help but reach out for his [Holy Spear]. After one hand was empty, he remembered that he had used the final form of the Holy Spear and could no longer recover.
Moreover, the spread of the battle had swept the holy spear to some unknown place.
In this way, the two old antiques stared at each other without moving, and Nok watched from a distance without making any rash move.
The three of them waited quietly for ten minutes. Finally, Nok lost his patience.
"Fighting but not fighting, retreating yet not retreating, you are playing like a fool! If you don't move, I will move for you!"
Nok cursed and activated his magic. He condensed a spear and threw it at Fiona with all his strength. "Spear of Holy Light·Shoot at the speed of light!"
It's not that Nok holds a grudge against Fiona, it's that Fiona has a bigger target and is easier to hit.
As for whether he could kill the dragon this time, Nok didn't care.
What he needs is to break the current balance.
Fiona didn't expect that Nok would actually attack her at this time. She revealed the shocking secret with grief and anger: "Nok Lane! I am your ancestor and grandma! You have the blood of the holy dragon in your body!"
What!
Nok was dumbfounded, and Crosso was shocked.
"boom!"
The dragon scales that were supposed to be strong and indispensable were pierced by the light spear, and the majestic holy dragon Fiona was shot through the abdomen, fell from the air, and was smashed into the water.
Crosso dodged and came to Fiona's dragon head, and asked Fiona anxiously: "Fiona, what did you just say? You said he is your descendant?"
Fiona looked at Nok a few kilometers away with sad eyes and ignored Crosso at all.
"Asshole, you speak! Don't pretend to be dead!" Crosso's mood collapsed, and he fell on Fiona's face regardless, and slapped Fiona's face with his hand. Helpless as a shrew.
Fiona came back to her senses and looked at Crosso, who was making fun of her face, with doubts in her eyes. "Why are you crazy? If you want to kill me, do it immediately. Does it make sense for you to insult me in this way?"
Crosso collapsed and shouted: "Tell me, this is not true, Nook Lane is not of your blood!"
Fiona sneered, her dragon teeth glowing coldly, "Now that we've reached this point, do I need to lie to you? Besides, it doesn't matter to you that Nok is my blood descendant, will you let him go?" ?”
"No, no, no! This is not true!" Crosso fell into madness and frantically raised his foot to step on Fiona's dragon face. "You shameless bastard, don't try to coax me! You and that man only have one child! How come there is still blood in the world! Didn't you kill that child with your own hands back then!"
Fiona looked at the crazy Crosso and suddenly laughed happily. "Hahaha, who told you that what you saw was real? You abducted my child back then, isn't it normal for me to abduct your child!"
Fiona also lost control of her emotions and yelled through gritted teeth: "Not only did I secretly keep your child, but I also raised him to become the first Dark Emperor of the Holy Church! Not only that, I also raised him The children were raised to become the first generation of [Holy Spear] heirs! Do you know why every generation of [Holy Spear] holders will be entangled with you witches? That’s because every generation of [Holy Spear] heirs have retained Witch blood! Hahaha! I will let your descendants kill all your men and destroy your hard work and ambition!"
"Fei - O - Na -! You madman! Those are the descendants of me and your son! Your mother is crazy! They are also your blood! Have you forgotten the curse left by that man! Why are you doing this? Do it! You let our descendants sink into the curse for life after life! You love that man more than your son!"
