"Buzz!"
The earth trembled, ether buzzed, and a fierce blood light burst into the sky from the center of the explosion, igniting the air around it.
Every Hers Script, linear divine pattern, Titan Holy Word, and primal alphabet that shot toward it were instantly dispersed by the blood light the mont they got close.
Even curses and spells ford from combinations of curse words, magic, witchcraft, and ceremonial curses on a grand scale were unable to inflict any damage.
The magic power that ca into contact with Lycurgus, now possessed by Ares, was not so much resisted as it was annihilated instantly by the pure and domineering divinity of war.
Even the few stray spells that barely penetrated the layer of burning blood brilliance and landed on the body of the King of Thracians could only leave sparks on steel, unable to leave any noticeable marks on that rigid ironclad body.
—Full magic resistance! Dammit!
Seeing that blood-colored figure withstand a bombardnt of magic formulas, striding out of the sea of fire and rapidly approaching, Luo En, boosted by the "Goat's" Divine Speed, cursed under his breath and again increased the distance.
For a mage, distance is life.
It provides sufficient reaction ti for the spellcaster and gives them a sense of security.
—Trying to run? Coward!
Ares looked at the fleeing figure with scorn, then leaned back, his arm holding the spear tensed, muscles bulging out under the skin, his whole body taut like a longbow at full draw.
Witnessing his opponent's action, and the wooden spear ignited by the blood-colored war divinity, Luo En's hairs stood on end. He instantly pushed the "Goat's" Authority to its limit, his body flickering and shifting through the woods, leaving behind a myriad of afterimages.
Almost at the sa instant, Ares' arm swung forward, the blood-red spear shooting out, a string of sonic booms following one after another, nearly piercing eardrums.
The next mont, the raging and swift blood torrent tore apart and annihilated every obstruction in its path, instantly piercing through a mountain nearly a hundred ters high, to say nothing of the rocks, trees, insects, fish, birds, and beasts along the way.
Bang bang bang bang!
The duplicated images one by one shattered, and the materialized body, sensing danger, urgently twisted and turned its head.
"Puff!"
Ultimately, that blood-colored, burning-out spear grazed Luo En's cheek by a hair's breadth, taking with it a wisp of golden-red blood strands, before embedding into the stone wall behind him, its tail vibrating intensely.
Tch, so close.
Seeing his confident strike fail to achieve the expected effect, Ares, discontented, reached forward to retrieve the Divine Artifact once more.
Luo En reached up to wipe away the trail of blood on his cheek and, using that streak of Divine Blood as ink, rapidly sketched his most proficient Hers Script in front of him. Dozens of Magic Circle Diagrams of varying sizes ford in an instant, interlocking like gears in motion, restructuring the space around and even the "World"!
Suddenly, the soil stirred, the wind danced furiously, the waves curled angrily, and the flas gathered.
Still not giving up? Useless!
Ares, watching the frenziedly surging attacking forces of the four elents around him, scoffed and waved the blood-colored lance in his hand.
Once hit by that wooden spear, no matter how intricate the magic, how vast the elental aggregate, all would collapse and disintegrate.
In the ancient Thracian mythology, much like most Southeast European ancient myths, the world is made up of four elents.
They are air, earth, water, and fire.
When earth, air, fire, and water co together, they form the "Mountain of Origin", and from it, the World Tree, the "Big Palm Tree", was born.
As Thracia was conquered and the concept of the "World" erased, the death of the World Tree, the "Big Palm Tree", began with the concept of the four elents that comprised the world fading away until the core divinity itself collapsed and ended.
As a symbol of the world's demise, this spear imbued with the will of death could easily dismantle those so-called magics founded on elents, reconstructing the "World" and manifesting miracles.
This is also precisely the reason he, as the King of Warriors, possesses such formidable resistance to magic.
Had enough fun? My turn!
Ares swung his long spear, scattering the magic formulas swarming around him, and then with a sneer, he strode towards his prey a hundred ters away.
However, just as he took a step forward, his body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head, his smile freezing along with it.
In his field of view, circles of light were lighting up beneath his feet, densely interwoven into one piece.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Before he could react, violent roars followed, and caught off guard, Ares was thrown high into the air.
Opportunity!
At the sa ti, Luo En narrowed his eyes, and the "Goat's" Divine Speed was instantly pushed to the extre, his body soaring into the air, striking Ares, who was defenseless and without leverage, with lightning speed.
The swift "Goat" vanished, replaced by a huge magical boar with sharp fangs and a coat of mottled fur.
——A top-tier divine beast, the "Wild Boar" imbued with the Hunting God's Authority, the embodint of destruction in the mountain forests.
Legend has it that it could destroy anything with a single hit and would continue demolishing until its target turned to dust. Its irritable nature and fierce attack power made even tigers, leopards, and lions retreat.
"Boom!"
At the sa ti, Luo En's clenched fists, like a battering ram, smashed fiercely into the exposed chest of his target.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by a grating sound of bones shattering, Ares, like a teorite falling from the sky, smashed heavily onto the ground.
Suddenly, darkness sward his vision as dark red blood spurted from his mouth.
And just as Ares' consciousness beca chaotic, the shadow of his shaless attacker followed closely like a bone-deep abscess, stomping firmly on his chest, further deepening the War God's injuries.
Damn it!
Summoning a shred of focus through the pain, an infuriated Ares instantly grabbed the opponent's ankle with one hand and swung the wooden spear in his other hand, attempting to regain the initiative.
But the opponent decisively kicked him away, giving him no chance to strike back.
Following that, Ares tumbled backwards, falling into a heap.
Yet before he could hit the ground, his shadow-like opponent, utilizing the Authority of Divine Speed, appeared preemptively at Ares' landing spot, unleashing a barrage of straight punches, hooks, leg sweeps, and roundhouse kicks on the shell that housed the War God's will.
For a mont, crackling explosions sounded like muffled thunder, resonating together.
Dizzy and disoriented, Ares was like dough smashed on a cutting board, enduring repeated pounding and torture.
"Hum!"
Finally, the vast spilled Divine Blood ignited into a fierce, crimson fla, forcing the opponent to retreat.
With his body twisted grotesquely, Ares slowly climbed out of the crater, and beneath the waves of blood-red flas, his broken bones realigned themselves, flesh regrew, and even his head, which had turned to his back, was twisted back into place by his hands.
The striking visual in front of him was filled with a sense of horror, as if a demon was returning from hell.
Watching the scene unfold, Luo En imdiately felt a headache coming on.
Just now, he had used magic, Authority, and cunning to lure Ares into a pre-set trap, exposing his weakness. He then closed the distance and unleashed the "Infinite Martial Refinent," taking his combat skills to the extre to subdue his opponent.
But with a mont's laxity, this monster, riddled with fatal injuries, revived on the spot with full health, and even its montum surged higher.
Indeed, dealing with a Chief God who had surpassed "Immortality" to achieve "Immortality" was quite tricky. Even if it was just an Avatar, it was far beyond ordinary Deities.
Therefore, it had to be a one-hit kill!
A fierce light flashed through Luo En's eyes.
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