Lin Qi stood on the top of an iceberg, and within this divine power barrier of Idar, the projections of hundreds of thousands of gods were either flying high in the sky, or they were also standing on icebergs.
As gods, their ears and eyes are very sensitive, and the nonsense of the donkey and his party naturally can't hide from them.
The gods who were not on good terms with the Sky Protoss suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, while those gods from the Odin Temple, especially the gods of the Sky Protoss, were all so angry that their faces turned blue.
But no one had made a move on Lin Qi and them yet, because Idar was stepping on a wheal that was almost condensed into substance, and he was nervously confronting Socrates.
Several thin cracks on Idar's blue-blue armor were constantly producing large streamers and a trace of wind, and a large amount of divine blood continued to gush out along the cracks, and it was obvious that Idar had suffered a big loss under Socrates just now.
Dressed in a tattered black-gray robe, Socrates bent over his waist, holding a short, sharp carving knife, baring his teeth and grinning at Idar: "Oh, you hurt me seven times, isn't it very angry?"
"I insulted your little lover, I almost made her into a drinking vessel, you should be angry, very sad, these anger and sorrow, should turn into your endless motivation to kill me but you are not my opponent, so you should be angry, you should be sad, you should be desperate, shouldn't you feel hopeless" "Come, let your negative emotions fill your body, melt into your bones, and let your bone marrow be filled with this sad, desperate negative power, this bone is the best material, just like your little lover back then, when I used my carving knife to her body, she cried and called your name."
Socrates babbled on and on about how he had tortured and killed Abysna, deliberately provoking Idar's anger and arousing his negative emotions.
From the moment he met Idar.
He was doing this, Lin Qi squinted at Socrates, whose body was entangled in a cloud of gray-white ghost fire, this evil old guy, what the hell did he want to do "Die, die, die," Idar roared angrily, raising his spear and turning his body into a thousand remnants towards Socrates.
Countless dazzling spears shadowed the void, bringing up thin hurricanes, like countless meteorites streaking across the sky.
Stabbed at Socrates from all sides.
Idar had deduced the law of speed to the limit of what he could now, and the speed at which he could fly, the speed at which he could shoot, was even comparable to that of a streamer, and only a little slower than the speed of light.
His spear brought up a complex picture in the eyes of everyone.
A large web made up of countless thin bands of light.
It's as if dozens of spiders are building their webs at the same time, and Sogra is the only prey in the web.
Socrates grinned, his body swaying lightly, countless filaments of light brushing his body, but none of them could actually hit his body.
Socrates wasn't very fast, but he was able to dodge Idar's attacks every time, and each time it seemed to be thrilling.
But every time there is no danger.
"The strength is good, the speed is okay, the little guy has been promoted to the peak of the main god, tsk, this belief system is really powerful.
You little kids, you guys, you can improve your strength so quickly by absorbing the power of faith."
Socrates exclaimed heartily: "However, it is still not enough.
You want to deal with me, this bit of power.
This bit of speed, how can it be enough, I am a god-level existence, although I was seriously injured, my current strength is much weaker than yours, but my experience is here, and my control of the law is much stronger than yours. ” Shaking his head, Socrates waved the carving knife in his hand lightly.
A flash of gray cold light swept through, and the web of light shattered, and Idar let out a cry of pain, and his breastplate clicked from left to right with a thin tear, and his entire cuirass was almost split in two.
Linzi heard the crunch of Idar's sternum being sliced open, a blow that had clearly hit Idar's internal organs.
A large amount of dark golden blood continued to pass from the wound on Idar's chest, and Idar's body trembled violently, and he retreated sharply in embarrassment, and his figure flashed into dozens of afterimages.
But Socrates followed him step by step, like an old man walking down the street after dinner, slowly and honestly stepping forward, he did not bring any rumors, nor any afterimages or other visions, but every step he took happened to appear by Idar's side.
No matter how hard Idar tried, even if he even used the strength to feed, he still couldn't get rid of Socrates' coercion.
Idar roared in a mixture of rage, and he slammed his spear across the spear and swept it towards Socrates.
With this shot, all the winged orcs in the entire Divine Power Barrier chanted Idar's name at the same time, and all the invisible and tangible forces in the Divine Power Barrier gathered together and turned into blue-black chains visible to the naked eye and shot towards Socrates from all directions.
At the same time, a mountain of wind and ice arose out of thin air, smashing down on Socrates' head with a terrifying gravity.
"You must die," Idar howled hoarsely.
"I almost got on Ablisna" Socrates sneered, his eyes flashing with a mad, irrational evil flame: "Her body is very silky, very delicate, it's a pity that I didn't really fall in love with her, you should be in pain, you should be desperate, you should be sad, you should be angry, you useless guy, you can't even avenge you" With a flick of the carving knife, the mountain smashed above his head turned into countless fragments and collapsed, but the half-foot-long carving knife randomly clicked dozens of times around his body, and the chains that came from all over the world were suddenly shattered inch by inch, and all the orc believers who flew high in the air and chanted the name of Idar fell from the sky vomiting blood.
Socrates was trembling with excitement, screaming loudly, and the carving knife kept cutting at Idar's body.
A large blood mist continued to pass from Idar's body, and Idar screamed in pain, he was completely confused, and he couldn't resist Socrates' attack at all, so he could only fly blankly and blindly in the sky, trying to avoid Socrates' attack by luck.
Compared with Sogra, the former god-level existence, Idar is indeed too immature, whether his attack or defense is vulnerable in front of Socrates, even if Sogra's current strength is only less than one percent of Idar, but with the mastery of the laws of terror and combat experience, Sogra can easily suppress Idar and ravage him as he pleases.
"Stupid thing, I didn't think to find your head yet, because of your sweet little snack, I was going to stay for the end, and I know that some old things have not fallen like me, and they don't know where to hide and wait for the plotter," Socrates grumbled as he cut deep wounds on Idar's body.
"I'm just looking for a few little guys to help me run errands this time, and collect a batch of materials by the way," Socrates slashed with a bit of resentment, tearing a deep wound in Idar's neck.
This cut the major artery in Idar's neck, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted up hundreds of meters high, and the blood spilled into the sea water below, which immediately stirred up a monstrous wave.
Idar roared hoarsely, and the bodies of tens of thousands of fanatics in the void suddenly burned, and soon turned into pure and huge life force and faith power that poured into Idar's in the air.
The wounds on Idar's body healed rapidly, and his already debilitating breath quickly recovered, reaching peak state in the blink of an eye.
The huge wings behind him spread, and Idar's body was suddenly wrapped in a layer of soft blue light.
His already near-light-speed flight speed increased again, and in the blink of an eye, it had increased by more than three times.
This is Idar's Divine Power Barrier, this is his realm, the laws that Idar has mastered control everything, and he burns his divine power, increasing his speed to the limit he is now.
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"Wow, that's good," Socrates snorted excitedly again: "Praise your little wings, you must keep them intact, oh, it's so beautiful, I've already thought of the wonderful scene where every inch of your bones are carved with patterns, let me think about it carefully, let me think about it seriously, what kind of work am I going to carve you into?"
Idar was so fast that Lin Qi couldn't even grasp his trajectory.
But it was clear that Idar's speed was not a difficult problem for Socrates, and when countless points of cold light suddenly bloomed in front of Socrates, and the spear in Idar's hand stabbed Socrates in the face with terrifying energy, Sogra's carving knife was waved out again carelessly.
"I can grasp your trajectory, the trajectory of your flight seems to me, it's as simple as one plus one equals two, I don't have to look at it at all, I know when and where you will appear" The carving knife accurately hit the tip of Idar's spear, Sogra's strength at the moment was not as strong as Idar's strength, but with a slight pick of his carving knife, Idar's spear was crooked.
The carving knife slashed down the shaft of Idar's gun, and sparks burst out from between the carving knife and the bar.
With a shrill grinding sound, Socrates' carving knife was picked up lightly, and Idar let out another scream.
His speed was so fast that he almost sent his body to the blade of the carving knife, which sliced his neck open in its infancy.
Vast expanses of blood came out with terrible heat, and after such a heavy blow, Idar howled again, and the bodies of his hundreds of thousands of fanatics in the void burned again.
These fanatics, who have been cultivating in his enchantment and in his realm for I don't know how many years, have dedicated their souls and all their beliefs, turning into pure and huge energy that continues to pour into Idar's body.
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