CHAPTER 1176: CHAPTER 307: THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE FEDERATION GOVERNOR AND THE HOLY BRIANIA POPE

This strike was meant to flatten half of the central battlefield, yet Mephiel showed no sign of fear.

He raised his hand, and under the power of the Life God and the God of Death Church, a terrifying force of obliteration spread instantly through the sky.

In a soundless collision, it seemed as if no sound emerged, or perhaps the sound was so loud that all around were plunged into deafness.

The strongest human in history and the strongest pope in history launched a battle that affected surrounding nations.

In just a few minutes of aerial combat, their battlefield had already extended beyond the northern wilderness.

So fast, truly so fast.

All the scenes visible between the two were leveled as if swept away by a force as destructive as time itself.

At this moment, even the nations that had always watched silently from the shadows were rendered speechless.

Everywhere they went, the sky was filled with ashes from the destruction of their homelands; neither an ordinary Magic Monarch nor a Demigod could just look powerless as settlements and vast lands turned to dust.

At this moment, people seemed to finally remember what individual might meant.

Indeed, in today’s Shenhua continent, occupational groups banded together still possessed strong self-preservation, and if developed well, they could establish themselves and rapidly accumulate a foundation.

This is the best era, the best era for professionals, because if they find the opportunity, they can soar sky-high.

This is the worst era, the worst era for professionals, because no matter how hard they try, the world’s summit is already occupied by someone else.

From one end of the continent to the other, at first there was mutual restraint, but eventually, it turned into a savage beast-like clash.

Even mountains became glass balls casually tossed out, then turned to ashes on impact.

"Caesar!" As an angry voice rang out, countless thunders suddenly descended from the sky, revealing a monster as large as a small mountain, gripping a massive iron hammer in its hand.

When it raised the hammer high, it seemed countless bolts of lightning in the sky were chanting its name.

The strongest of Molten Furnace Castle’s High Mountain clan, the contemporary Dwarf King, descended: "Caesar, watch closely; this is how you should hit, hit with all your might!"

Before the words could fall, the Thunder God’s Hammer from the sky unleashed terrifying thunderbolts that seemed to flatten the surrounding mountains completely. The falling lightning, due to excessive current, instantly heated the earth to a magma-like state.

This hammer, renowned for shaking heaven and earth.

Yet... his opponent was the strongest pope since the founding of Holy Briania, a pope with admirers even after being betrayed and deserted.

So...

When Mephiel threw a punch, the contemporary Dwarf King coughed up blood and his giant mountain-like body was instantly sent flying.

Mephiel coldly looked at the Dwarf King and scoffed, "Do you dare to involve yourself in my battle with Caesar?"

As he said that, his eyes bore a natural expression as if nothing existed before him and only Caesar Governor remained.

These cold, biting words seemed so cruel, but coming from Pope Mephiel, they seemed so natural.

Indeed, after all, they faced Mephiel, the pope who pulled Holy Briania back on track after the perilous ordeal of Holy Mountain.

In the face of such a monster, no matter how much effort was spent, it seemed a bit insufficient.

"Hey, Long Ears, if you don’t act now, things will get more complicated!"

The Dwarf King roared.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the ground, and from the shattered earth, countless dark wooden vines shot out, entwining Mephiel’s legs with a terrifying force of tension sweeping in.

Ming Min was such a slender vine, yet it forcefully tossed the immovable Mephiel toward a mountain.

In the collision, the earth shook and the mountains quaked once more.

Then the ground surged with vines, a mountain-like giant stood up and slammed toward Mephiel.

In an instant, the whole mountain crashed down with thunderous might.

The contemporary manager of the supreme forest, the Forest Emperor, flew beside Caesar Governor: "So strong! Is this the legendary power of Mephiel? It’s far more exaggerated than we imagined, isn’t it?

I attacked with the intent to kill him directly!"

Before the Forest Emperor could finish speaking, he saw the mountain-like treant’s body, he had summoned, begin to emit a red glow, and amidst a wail, a terrifying explosion suddenly came.

Unending power pierced through the mountain-tree summoned by the Forest Emperor, heading straight for him.

The Forest Emperor was taken aback, the speed of this attack was too fast, even as an Elf Ranger, he seemed unable to dodge at that moment.

Then, in the next second, Caesar Governor suddenly struck.

His hands covered in Dragon Scales, faintly showing signs of dragon transformation, swung directly. With the swing came a spell force as ferocious as a hurricane, tearing the surrounding air and eradicating the terrifying attack mid-air.

The Forest Emperor gritted his teeth and finally said quietly, "Thanks."

After speaking, he suddenly felt a bit dejected inside.

In fact, the Forest Emperor had already noticed, since the previous generation of Elf Queen was forcefully pressed toward execution by Lion Heart Duke, they discovered that now the Elf Clan’s advantage in speed had completely been replaced.

Within the same level, Spellswords have a smaller attack range, but their movement speed and attack speed far exceed normal professions.

A carelessness and there’s a great chance of being reached, then accompanied by blood-red spell force wrapped sword swings, the world becomes quiet.

But there’s no choice; this is reality.

Whether it’s the supreme forest, Molten Furnace Castle, or the actual situation in other countries, they are showing a very obvious trend of being left behind in high-level combat power than Holy Briania and Yibel Federation.

Look at the battle happening on the northern wilderness!

After one battle, nearly two-fifths of the continent’s demigods were involved, as for why it’s two-fifths...

That’s because the superpowers Yibel Federation and Holy Briania, which have obviously surpassed other nations, already occupy two-fifths of the continent’s demigod population.

At least that’s how it is on the surface.

"So terrifying, so terrifying, is it necessary for so many demigods to unite to besiege me, isn’t it too flattering for an ordinary pope like me?"

Mephiel walked out of the ruins with a calm smile, speaking of unfounded conversations.

Yet not a single trace of fear was visible on his face.

Or rather, even in a battle of such magnitude, Mephiel still had enough chances for victory.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the sky:

"Then, answer my call, my child, Mephiel, let me lead here, stirring the prelude of destruction.

Just like many years ago, aimless waiting will not bring mortal gratitude. From now, we will purify this world without faith, until every time my name is mentioned...

Will be recited from the heart!"

Mephiel laughed: "Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve entered the second round!"

...No charges below...

Once a day, I want your

favorites, recommendation votes, monthly votes, automatic subscriptions! I want them all!

๑乛◡乛๑