"Oh...that cold-faced evil star might be dead."

Above the furnace of the universe, in the burning fire of creation, Seiber, who was naked, shook his fingers and threw the blood burning at his fingertips to the ground.

The blood stain of the surging halo burned quickly as it broke out from Seber's fingers, like ignited oil.

It burned very violently, like hope to be burned.

With a hint of regret, he looked at the broken starry sea in the distance, where strange light was entangled among the stars, the light filled by the void after the solid reality was shattered.

That represents the end of a fierce battle.

But the furnace under his feet was still erupting the burning force into the stars, which meant that the process of reshaping the world was not destroyed.

In other words, Terion, who presided over the battlefield outside, encountered a shameful failure.

"I knew that guy was unreliable!"

This peerless man with a bulging muscle curled his lips, and he complained:

"Under His cold appearance is a warm heart that is carefully hidden. His failure probably stems from some kind of touch... Tsk tsk, it's better for such people to make friends."

"But in the current situation, I would rather find a ruthless bastard villain to fight and cooperate with me."

"You said yes, Lord Raven."

Seber turned his head and looked at Merlin, who was healing his body in front of him.

"It would be better if there was a cunning bastard like you who cooperated with me."

The latter did not respond, nor did he respond.

His limbs from his neck to his abdomen were like being rubbed by the claws of a tiger, and from his flesh to his bones and even his internal organs, they were burned by the burning phoenix fire.

Of course Merlin is not dead yet, but he has suffered a lot of damage.

It is not an easy job to stop a serious man. Just entangling Seber and preventing him from extinguishing the furnace will make Merlin exhausted.

This guy is like an indestructible perpetual motion machine.

Under the full brute force, there is also a body that never tired. No matter how Merlin hurts Him, He can restore his original state in the shortest time and continue to fight with full energy.

His wounds will heal, but Merlin's will not.

He despises magic.

He disdained the weak power.

But He is fully qualified.

It was just straightforward, unstoppable jabs, without any fancy, like the whip legs that ejected the cannon, and the counterattack was as fast as lightning, tearing the claws of everything, which made Meilin suffer all the hardships.

Saiber Hawke is a master of hand-to-hand combat and a master of martial arts.

His grasp of the fighter's opportunity and his use of flaws are far above Merlin.

And that peerless body that can completely take all the magic is even more a natural enemy of a warrior like Merlin who prefers to cast spells.

This guy is the ultimate enhanced version of Clark.

A superman with full magic resistance.

Unfortunately, Merlin didn't have a "kryptonite" that could target Cyber.

"Hey, can you give me a reaction?"

Seber jumped and waved his fists, just like a boxer preparing for warm-up. He looked at Merlin in front of him with dissatisfaction.

He smiled strangely, and he said:

"It's just a warm-up exercise. You won't be 'tired', right? This won't work, Merlin, I heard that you have many wives like me..."

"A real man must have many qualities, and the most important of them is long-lasting!"

"Shut up!"

Merlin opened his eyes and his body healed.

He held Judas's hilt tightly and posed for sword dancing. He said to the overly active Seber Hawke, who was in front of him:

"We'll continue to fight as you wish!"

"OK."

Seber raised his head and made his hair sway. He placed his fists in front of him, just like a real boxer, and he blinked at Merlin and said:

"It's really bad in this era. You have to do everything by yourself. Terion died, and only me is left, brother."

"I really want to continue playing with you, but there is no way. I have other things to do, so... Next, let's fight quickly!"

"boom"

The scorching metal ground at Cyber's feet cracked, causing the cosmic furnace to let out a cry of pain. He was like a heavy tank activated, without any fun, and just bumped into it directly.

Wherever He went, the solid metal was torn apart, like being slashed by a sharp blade, and a canyon-like gully was torn apart.

He rushed into Merlin's eyes, and the sword dance swaying like a starlight burst out at the same time, covering the brute force of the outer god.

But the flying sparks and the sound of steel clashing mean that most of the desperate sword dance was blocked.

Cyber, covered by a sword storm, grinned with white teeth, forming a hideous smile.

"superficial!"

He commented so.

Then he exhaled and the jab was punched forward. The phoenix fire burning in his hand had a loud hissing accompaniment. This punch shattered Merlin and the reality around him.

But as the cold light rolled, the hissing sword also came from behind. Merlin, with a cold face, held Judas in his hand, and used the quantum state as a means of attacking, stabbing the sharp blade into the flesh and blood of the outer god.

"Bang"

Seber turned around and saw a fierce long punch. As the flames burst, Merlin was knocked away with his man and his sword.

He flashed flexibly in the air and landed on the edge of the gully behind him.

On the Raven's cheek, there was a burning fist mark. The punch did not hit him, but just by the wind of the fist, it smashed Merlin's small half of the skull.

The sword of the King of Hell in his hand was also crying, and there was also a clear fist mark on Judas's sword spine.

"I noticed your sword just now."

Seber looked at the wound that had been cut from his arm, and He said:

"A good weapon, concept-level sharpness, everything is broken, but unfortunately... it fell into the hands of a guy who doesn't know how to use swords. It's really a waste of resources!"

"Let me teach you my predecessors."

The overlord's left hand was lowered, his fingers were closed together, and the golden phoenix fire outlined a dancing sword blade. He couldn't even look at Meilin, who was defending with the sword, as if he really held a sword.

Between the wrist swaying, the sharp sword sound made Meilin's eyes tighten.

He only saw the interlaced golden sword arcs covering the space in front of him, and then countless stings came from every part of his body.

This scene was like Merlin being thrown into a cutting machine, and blood was sprayed out from his elbows, arms, waist, abdomen, legs, and even neck at the same time. His whole body seemed to be chopped.

And everything was chopped, and the earth behind him, the cosmic furnace like a star, was cut open one-tenth of the surface at this moment.

The cut is smooth like divided butter.

The severe pain had not yet subsided, and his clenched fists hit Merlin's abdomen like lightning.

He pushed his whole body into the sky, and while the swaying of the Phoenix Fire, Cyber's figure stretched everywhere.

It was as if countless external gods were attacking Merlin at the same time, allowing him to use the ancient body and quantum spell to perform the most basic defense.

He said:

"Just as weak and weak your fists, you won't be able to use a sword."

"You are used to using wisdom and strategy to solve everything, and you are proud of it, but many times, brother, wisdom cannot solve the problem."

"In our hometown, there is a martial spirit engraved in the soul, and it teaches us that the importance of power cannot be ignored at any time..."

"It's a pity that you made a mistake."

There was no more teasing and gentleness in Cyber's voice, and instead it was a chilling chill.

"The game is over, sorry, brother, but you could have been stronger."

A golden light lit up before Merlin's eyes, which were repeatedly hit, and was wrapped in the burning flames with a tight, invincible fist.

It is the fanaticism of putting all passion and passion into battle, the pure desire to challenge and enjoy all battles.

That is the teaching of taking the warrior's path to the end.

That is the domineering behavior of using fists instead of language.

That is the belief accumulated from countless victories.

The creation of every legend is not based on exaggerated stories, just like everyone who reaches the end has their own understanding and persistence.

It's not just a battle about redemption and destruction.

This is a conversation.
To be continued...