Chapter 29: Fall behind and you'll be beaten up

  Listening carefully to both sides of the conversation, Ma Long finally thoroughly understood.

  The red octopus-like creature that had been keeping its eyes closed was actually the false god Balthor, as mentioned by Lizard Druid Master.

  And that spirit healer, whose true identity Malong had not known until just now, was actually named Nefutu-Aikuramu, and his identity was also terrifying - a divine descendant of Eshiria!

  Before Ma Long's shock could subside, the fake god Barto, who was attached to Pastor Durelle, and the spirit of celebration and hunting, Eshiria, a demigod and mentalist, had already begun their battle with Nefutu-Aikuramu!

  Not a contest of magic as Ma Long had anticipated, but rather a clash between spiritual sorcery and pseudo-divine arts.

  Because the Spirit Healer, Eriol's divine nephew Naftur-Eklammon, when the pseudo-god Barto let out a roar of rage, unexpectedly pulled out a counter-material weapon made entirely of secret silver, with various spirit secret symbols engraved on its surface, and an overall streamlined shape!

  Yes, Ma Long dares to guarantee to the soft sister coin's Mao Ye that what Nie Fei Tu - Ai Ke Meng De took out is absolutely an anti-material weapon with a length of more than two meters and a caliber of at least 18mm!

  Although, the image of this anti-materiel rifle is completely different from its "brothers" in the Earth world - the anti-materiel rifles in the Earth world embody "violent aesthetics", while the one held by Nefutu-Aikuramu is stunningly beautiful, it's simply "aesthetic violence".

  The same four characters, with the order reversed, can make a difference that is as great as heaven and earth.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bangbangbangbang!!!

  Seven consecutive muffled sounds, seven fist-sized glowing green orbs shot out towards the pseudo-god Barto's illusion attached to Durelle's female priest.

  With the gunfire and jetting out of those seven green light clusters, was a visible air ripple that surged outward in all directions!

  All the rebels who blocked the path of the green light cluster were Riel's slaves, and not one of them lasted until the light cluster was within three meters of their bodies. They all let out miserable cries as they were torn to pieces like they had been trampled by thousands of horses, turning into scattered chunks of flesh flying everywhere...

  That Nabarte is a pseudo-god with the character of God in his name, facing Neftu-Eklamun who shot over with "anti-material weapons", those seven fist-sized light groups shining with strange green light, he looked up at the sky and let out a roar, spewing out thousands of wailing souls that burned all over their bodies with fierce flames!

  Those blazing souls, successfully using the layered whittling tactics of human sea warfare, blocked those seven emerald green light clusters three meters in front of Barto!

  But just as the evil god Barto used the collected burning souls to block the green light ball attack, Neftekh-Akramon, who was originally standing at least 200 meters away using anti-material weapons to attack, suddenly shook and disappeared silently.

  "I guess the next wave will be a close-range attack, that evil god Barto is doomed!"

  Watching the battle, Ma Long couldn't help but comment on it. This battlefield scene broadened his horizons.

  Although the evil god Barto had already determined this conclusion, it was actually an inevitable result, but at least Marlon guessed Nefthys-Eclypse's intention - just as Marlon said, Nefthys-Eclypse, who disappeared out of thin air, reappeared behind the illusion of the evil god Barto in mid-air!

  A gunshot at ultra-close range that almost blew away the illusion of the evil god Barto!

  Next was Nefertum's finishing blow, he cheated his way to zero distance, stretched out his right hand as white and clean as a woman's, and accurately inserted it into the heart of the evil god Barto's illusion from behind!

  When Naftu-Ekramon withdrew his hand, in the palm of his hand had appeared a burning flame, and inside it was trapped countless black souls that were being burned by the flames, wailing and struggling in vain... a half-real, half-illusory heart.

  "AAAAHHH!!!!!" The illusion of the heartless evil god Barto let out a blood-curdling scream that shook the heavens, and before it dissipated, it left behind a chilling final curse: "Naifu-Eikuramon! I CURSE YOU! I CURSE YOU! You've ruined my plans once again! I'll be back to exact my revenge on you! I WILL BE BACK!!!!!!"

  "Revenge? Ha! A false god who doesn't even know what divinity is, dares to talk about revenge?" Neftekh-Akhermon, holding the semi-realistic Virtual Flame Heart, showed a contemptuous expression: "Ignorant fool, times have changed. Now, it's not like you, with your unenlightened brain and ignorance of trends, can ignite the divine fire and establish a divine kingdom just by relying on violence and terror... those days are over."

  As Nefetari-Akraman spoke, thousands of wailing, struggling burning souls flew out from the Flameheart he grasped, shrieking as they attacked all living things within a thousand meters of Nefetari-Akraman!

  Unfortunately, Tailon, Nafuta, and Marlon were also within the range of the Flame Spirits' attack.

  Then the sound of gunfire erupted again, only this time it was not Nefetari Akramon who fired but Alice, driven by Marlon's will to protect her master.

  Alice's marksmanship was unparalleled, and the dozens of burning souls that swooped in, wailing and shrieking, didn't miss a single one under her dual gun attack. All were blown into scattered ghostly flames by the large-caliber revolver bullets.

  The gunshot attracted Nefetari's gaze.

  But there was no exchange, only Nephthys-Tyrant calling out that aesthetically violent anti-materiel rifle once more, firing off a green glowing bullet as if it were an afterthought.

  Then, Ma Long finally understood how terrifying that green light ball was.

  Ma Long didn't even have time to react, the green light ball had already shot out, and with just a wave of airflow, his body was torn apart, turning into splattered blood and water flying in all directions!

  Before Marlon's consciousness was completely engulfed in darkness, he seemed to have heard Neftekh's low whisper, gradually fading away towards the direction of the raging flames: "Pitiful creatures... Since you've followed me to my hunting grounds, your fate is sealed as nothing but prey for me to hunt. Eshiria, goddess who bestows divine blood and governs the hunt and festivities, your courtyard shall reappear..."

  What? Is this guy trying to revive the already fallen Hunting and Celebration Goddess Eshillia?

  Isn't it said that a fallen god will become a divine aberration and His kingdom will be pulled into another strange world?

  When I get back, I'll have to hurry up and ask Old Kang...

  With such an idea, Ma Long thoroughly fell into darkness, and then - came back to life.

  At the same time, Musa-Meyn, who was also torn to pieces by Neftekh's "anti-materiel rifle", just like Ma Long, came back to life.

  Alice?

  Alice, of course, can't be revived!

  "I get it!" As soon as Musa-Mein revived, he showed an extremely excited expression: "Too clever! This guy actually combined ordinary energy, spiritual energy, and violent natural energy to create ammunition! How did he do it?!"

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