Bang!
Blood blossoms.
She could fend off one heavy sword, but not the second strike.
Elis kept leaping and flying across rooftops, yet blood continued to blossom endlessly.
As a super life form, one of the Creator Gods, she didn’t have vital points like normal humans, but she couldn’t withstand continuous injuries.
Her healing ability was rapidly deteriorating.
Her stamina was gradually depleting, the ground was covered in blood.
"One strike!"
She lunged forward, parrying one attack, but another attack blossod red on her abdon, yet she persisted through her injuries, swinging the sword forward.
"Sword Weaving Net!"
She descended from the sky, spraying silk, blocking all escape routes, then swung her sword, slashing toward the head of the Demigod.
"This sword, you cannot dodge!"
In an instant, the entire shattered sword stirred up a gale, igniting a whistling storm.
This sword was a desperate strike, exerting all her strength.
The Demigod seed to have anticipated her close assault, his expression unchanged, setting down the heavy sword in his hand, neither dodging nor avoiding, raising a hand and swinging.
A punch was thrown.
This being’s strongest trait was not Arican Iaido, but its mantis shrimp fist.
Thud thud!
It was as deep as the sound of thunder.
The imnse force seed like it was throwing Earth itself, but the punch directly exploded pure white mist, the air seed to be punched in a gap as if it were the atmosphere.
Bang!!
Elis’s entire body had her abdon punched through, slamming hard into the ceiling.
As a fragile, petite fairy girl, this heavy punch nearly cut her in two, her entire spine bending, crashing to the ground like a V shape.
"Hu!"
The next mont, fine and exquisite transparent webs erupted, forcibly pulling and stitching her two halves together.
Elis stood up again.
To beings like them, the entire giant body was like piloting an exoskeleton cha; as long as there was enough energy, they were immortal.
But now, she was nearly exhausted.
"Hu!!"
Elis slowly let out a breath, silently chanting: "Atlas, life liberation."
Her entire body surged with electricity.
Strands of electricity coursed inside her like a ridian map, circulating through her internal veins and bones in a strange way.
If one could look inside her, one would see a power core similar to a dantian in her lower abdon, operating with all its might.
Sadly, this was the semi-finished product of her integration of the precision circuit diagrams provided by Wadon and others, researching the circuits of electricity networks.
The technology was only nascent, there was no longer ti for her to complete it.
The current stimulation of all potential for life could only erupt for a short ti, afterward, she would have no power to resist, rely inevitable death.
The sunlight spread from the Crystal Wall above.
Elis’s skin seed to be coated with a layer of golden light.
The electricity flickered slightly, carrying fairy wings, as if truly one of the mythological Dawn Goddess.
Whoosh.
Unexpectedly, she began to gradually absorb the surrounding white mist in the air, replenishing moisture, threads of mist weaving around as if draped in clouds.
"Co on!"
She bellowed, slashing her longsword forward.
Rumble!
The sound of muffled thunder reverberated outside the Crystal Wall.
Within the Crystal Wall, everyone silently looked at the outside world of dense fog, vaguely seeing a mass of white clouds wrapped around golden lightning explode, forming circle after circle.
The battle was vast, terrifyingly horrific.
This was already the epic, gigantic Ancient Gods’ battle within the vast Chaos.
"Oh ancient Thunderbolt Ancient God, as your walk in the mortal realm... I may not have grandeur, but I have the courage to kill the father!" Elis suddenly roared, brandishing her longsword and charging forward.
And this was the last roar everyone heard.
They quietly watched the images outside the Crystal Wall.
Rumble!!!
The dim yellow sunlight spilled into the foggy Chaos, thunderbolt after thunderbolt covered the whole world.
Two giants battled amidst the Chaos.
All the people of the Elf World and Abyss World gathered densely on the transparent Crystal Wall, eagerly awaiting the final outco.
However, all knew what was to co.
Outside the Chaos is so perilous...
Countless graveyards, ancient civilizations faded into nothingness...
"Who could have thought it would end this way?"
Minis quietly reminisced, that Elis was a madwoman, from beginning to end, she harbored enormous hatred towards their Gods.
At this very mont, considering.
Everything she did in her life, whether secretly opening world passageways, igniting wars between the Gods of the two worlds, ambushing elderly Elf Gods one by one, or attacking the three Abyss Dominators...
From start to finish, her target was the Father, her entire mind solely on the Father.
"But she got what she wished for, almost killed them all." Minis actually understood.
The Abyssal Gods, the Elf Gods, were already mostly annihilated by her secretly driving wars through world pathways repeatedly, and now Abyss received a cleansing again.
She alone initiated the Twilight of the Gods.
And in the future, there will be no Creator Gods crafting individual races, and the extraordinary races of the world will completely stabilize, whether it is good or bad for the ground races?
Nobody knows.
Whether her grand achievents are right or wrong, the impact on future civilizations, perhaps, it only awaits the judgnt of future generations.
"The era of our Gods has ultimately ended..."
Minis suddenly felt increasingly lonely.
Not just the Elf Gods, even the Abyssal Gods were now gone, even Elis who was an alert enemy had died herself.
The coming era will surely embrace the prosperous tis of mortals, the Creator is no more.
And what will happen after the master’s disappearance?
Minis’s wisdom easily envisioned so hazy situations, suddenly sighing:
"There must be gender."
The Father no longer creates nests to mass-produce life.
With the Father’s disappearance, over the passage of ti, the Elf Ancient Tree, Human Race castle, Abyss Dragon Cave, Burial Ground... these creations will inevitably sustain damage.
Without the Father, it is best for all beings to propagate themselves, beco their own "Father," to continue civilization.
".....The old Father is dead, the new Father is born."
"Gender, she has long explored these things, preparing for the era without Gods and what to do." Minis chuckled softly, turning back to the Ancient Tree of the world.
Step.
Step step.
Climbing once again on this familiar gigantic tree, the cool dew on its leaves bathed him, even this tree surprisingly made him feel a bit unfamiliar.
"Ah, ti always drives away from ho."
He lightly chuckled a handso smile, returning to the imperial seat, adjusting the crown, and again silenced, rely watching, "Such brutality, wondering what that Ancient Divine Sword in the ancient coffin truly looks like."
After a while.
Beyond the hazy Chaos of the Crystal Wall, there was no longer any sound.
Both worlds clearly knew that the super madwoman who killed from the Elf Father God to the Abyssal Father God, then to the realms beyond the Crystal Wall, was dead.
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