Almost in a moment, Sid realized that this was an opponent he could not match.

What appeared before him was a scene of the end of the world like the book of revelation, with magma gushing, shaking, twisting, rotating, and roaring, and the realm of the King of Hell's pain appeared before the mortals, and it gave Sid an almost fatal blow with just a slight movement.

It was an ordinary spell. The fingertips of the Hell King instantly spewed out the Hellfire Storm, submerging nearly half of the area in the Light Elf Garden in lava. The violent shock of the earth veins continued to tear apart the architectural sculptures along the way. The sharp fragments ejected from high speed disintegrated the frozen fountains and plants one by one in the air.

Without hesitation, Sid immediately reached out and pinched the angel tears on his chest. The golden protective cover completely enveloped his body. At this moment, only this virtual realm artifact could withstand the attack of the painful king.

The Hellfire Storm, the puncture of the earth veins and the pain blade barely stopped in front of the angel's tears protective cover, but Sid's life was not easy - the protective cover blocked the attack of the Maharaja of Pain, but could not stop the deadly high temperature. The armor on Sid's body soon showed signs of charred melting, and the exposed skin and flesh blisters due to the high temperature.

Sid's body continued to retreat under the impact. He adjusted his posture and made himself hit a wall in the garden again, but he fell slightly. He bent his knees to cushion, and then quickly rolled over the civilians backwards. The scorching air burned his body, and the greedy flames licked his muscles through the protective cover.

Sid found his arm melting, his palm temporarily survived because of the protection of the legendary treasure Yuehua hand, and his body was also protected by the dragon scale belt. Only his arm could not withstand the complete high temperature, evaporating muscles and exposing his bones.

The white-haired boy found himself powerless to the status quo - all his current attack methods were actually unable to do anything to the supreme existence in front of him. He didn't know why the painful king, one of the seven kings of Hell, would appear in response to the prayer of Earl Mecklen, but a strange thought lingered in Sid's mind.

He began to understand a little about why the Earl Mecklen wanted to be born in hell in the next life - it was obvious that the seven kings of hell, or at least the suffering king, had much stronger attitude towards their believers than the so-called heavenly gods, and they would respond to their requests. The so-called heavenly gods, Sid never saw that they would appear in times of crisis, but tithing and other things were never spared and could not be left behind.

"Hahahaha!" Earl Mecklen laughed wildly, and he yelled: "Hell is definitely not a paradise. It is chaos, cruel, cunning, crazy, and only strength determines everything. It is a terrible place, so scary that most people cannot live for a few days!"

"Hell is never heaven, but if I just want to escape hell, then hell is my heaven! Because reality is the real hell!" The words of the devil believer exploded in Sid's ears like thunder: "Heaven? What is heaven?"

Where is hell? Where is heaven?

The next moment, Sid's gaze captured a platinum glow.

Compared with this platinum brilliance, even the brightness of the sun is unavoidably eclipsed.

The only Holy Holy Holy One, the spokesperson of the gods of heaven, the great priest Cecilia blocked Sid. Her holy and noble figure flashed in front of Sid, and she grabbed the justice with one hand and waved all attacks.

"Sid, back, the battle now does not belong to you." Cecilia turned her head, and her sky-blue eyes covered behind the black veil glanced coldly: "This is a war belonging to me Cecilia Vanne Madeline."

"yes."

Sid retreated repeatedly until the protective cover brought by the angel's tears disappeared. The white-haired boy hiding behind the collapsed stone pillar raised his head and looked at the battle in front of him.

This is a decisive battle above the sky. The great priest Cecilia, the only Holy Holy Holy Emperor, is fighting against the King of Pain who is thousands of times larger than her. The King of Pain Ah-Hima has a giant rock-like head, the elephant-like teeth and chisel-like sharp teeth are still clearly visible even through the steel helmet. A pair of dark red eyes are full of pain and madness.

As his eyes fell on Ah Heima, Sid forgot to breathe.

He had never seen such an absurd existence, whose form had far exceeded the limits that human language could describe. The human mind could not accept this level of stimulation for the time being, so that Sid's vision could only temporarily block part of the other party's image.

Eleven kinds of giant torture instruments were riveted into the body of the King of Pain by black and red chains. Each piece was hundreds of meters high. Each one symbolized the ultimate torture-Aheima's chair, living saw, torture pear, Catherine wheel, spike iron chair, skull cracker, iron virgin, coffin cage, iron spider, knee separator, and screw screw.

Every instrument is enough to destroy thousands of creatures, and the energy contained in each instrument is comparable to that of the virtual realm artifact!

This is the power of the king of hell! The power they possess is almost unparalleled by mortals!

However, opposite the Great Lord of Pain, the body of the Great Lord Cecilia has turned into a platinum sun, and the Justice has unsheathed.

Her sword edge turned into a sprinting platinum-gold smelting, which was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Her figure hangs high above the sky and flashes back and forth, flashing like spherical lightning.

In the last second, she summoned dozens of platinum thunders shattered the hell devil rushing out of the rift of the void. The next second, she appeared elsewhere again. The fair person shot out a dazzling light of a hundred meters long, cutting open the pained Lord with his own hands and trying to reach into the body of the torture instrument that the mortal world had!

Even the supreme taboo spell of the wizards, it is hard to resist the power of her punch!

Even the thunder roar of the Titans in the sky in the ancient saint era is not as powerful as her sword!

The just person faced the pain of the king's torture instruments hundreds of times larger in size, but he was not at all inferior.

But Cecilia is not only the sword in her hand, but also the great priest chants the truth. A crack of thousands of meters in the sky was cracked, and a platinum lightning flame spread out from the crack. As soon as anything comes into contact with the flame, it immediately turns into burst residue and ashes. The devils are left with her power.

Her body was protected by a powerful energy standpoint, crushing the nearby hell creation into powder; the overwhelming rain of fire, she turned all into smoke and dust with one thought.

Just as iron filings were attracted by magnets, all the creatures of hell left behind everything in front of him, gathered into a tide of anger and rushed straight towards Cecilia's body. The great Lord of Pain Aheima was furious, and the devil's legion under its command was unreserved, and they were unstoppable.

The ending is that the massacre is exhausted.

The supreme power, endless courage, and infinite strategies are gathered in the body of a great priest.

Perfect and unparalleled.

Everyone present, including the Hell trio, could only watch the duel in the air foolishly, including Joseph XI, who had seen Cecilia make all her strength after forging the Holy See.

Such a grand, so magnificent, and such an epic scene was deeply engraved in everyone's minds. Even if the years change and time goes by, no one will forget the battle they see.

The empire's princess Celisti suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. She suddenly wanted to use "perfection" to describe Cecilia's majestic posture on the battlefield. She had to admit that even though she had seen many battles between the highest mentors of the destiny level, it seemed that in front of Cecilia, those highest mentors were just fish.

This is the Supreme of the Holy See, this is the Supreme of the Holy See, the Supreme of the Holy See, which the Holy See has been dreaming of for more than 500 years. It can determine the status of a first-class force and protect the entire civilization!

I must, I must... the princess secretly made up her mind.

The long roar of the Lord of Pain, Heima was heard endlessly. As the Seven Kings of Hell, its incarnation was actually blocked by the holy throne of a mortal!

Gu Feng

This is really helpless for it, because as the King of Hell, the Sergo Prison built by the Dragon God God system, if they do not encounter the blood moon rise, their power will be greatly reduced in the mortal world. Any force will become worse than before when passing through the plane crystal wall!

If the first seal of the seven seals had not been unveiled, the Dragon God Wall had become thinner, and it would be difficult for Heima to tear a crack open like this.

Secondly, the Mahara of Pain, Heima himself is also a "new" Mahara, who is the weakest among the seven kings of hell.

The last great Lord of Pain, Ah-Hama, was wiped out by the real god of the Void Realm because of the creation of a suture angel. The strongest one of the seventh-level great devils under the throne of the Great Lord of Pain, was the current great Lord of Hema.

It lacks long accumulation, and it cannot do its best. It just senses the existence of the Holy Grail of Nightmare, and plans to recycle the devout believer of the Earl of Mecklen.

For the Lord of Pain, Earl Mecklen, the former devil enemy, chose to fall into depravity in great pain. This is the best and most valuable believer. The virtual realm artifact of the Nightmare of Sin is an important prop that can quickly help him complete his long energy accumulation.

It was unwilling to give up, and Ah-Ma Masa suddenly strengthened its efforts.

The bombardment of the fire rain, the magma was roaring, and the attack of the Hell Lord was airtight and never stopped for a moment.

Cecilia's pressure increased instantly, and the great priest also showed her combat skills to the fullest. She mobilized every point of her own strength and could only barely resist Ah-Heima's fierce attack.

At this time, everyone was left with the power of prayer. Hundreds of eyes were aimed at the battle in the sky. Only Joseph XI raised his eyes and focused his mind. He tore off his cloak and took a deep breath, intending to join the battle.

Among the people, he was the only one who had the ability to participate in this battle.

A meteor that had drawn space rose from the earth and soared into the sky!

The palm of the Lord of Pain just reached into the mortal world, and the meteor hit its wrist, exploded a piece of flesh and blood, and suddenly scattered the charred bones and boiling plasma.

Accompanied by a horrifying groan, dozens of meteorites flew over, and Joseph XI was blown away on the spot. Relying on the protection of the artifact of the clothes of the heavenly man, King Ryzlan fell from the air and suffered only a little injury.

Opportunities were fleeting, Cecilia bowed and accumulated strength.

A giant golden Libra phantom appeared behind her. As she doubled her strength, the Libra gradually moved towards balance.

"Ka~" Libra balanced in the horrified gaze of the Lord of Pain.

Cecilia burst into a sword.

Forged in the virtual realm, stand in the sky, and surrounded by the bright flames.

The fair sword light extended to the sky more than 8,000 meters.

Tear the sky, pierce the sky and the earth, and draw a platinum arc.

"You have to buy some people with your hands." Cecilia said coldly.

Rotate and draw the sword, the blade of fire turned into a stream of light, passing through the sky like flowing clouds and water, cutting open the sky.

The hideous Maharaja fell to the ground, and the Maharajaja's left wrist was only left with a bare section, and the charred section was as if it was struck by lightning.

The power rushes along the Blade of Justice, and the eight thousand-meter light blade turns into the glow of killing into the body of the Maharaja of Pain. With a deafening loud noise, the indestructible devil's body explodes into ashes in the platinum light.

The immeasurable energy surged out of Cecilia and spread to the vast hell space. The devil jumping in the blood pool and the energy turned into platinum dust as soon as it touched a little.

Accompanied by the harsh screams, the incarnation of the Lord of Pain, Heima, was shattering, the rift it torn loosened, the space began to close, the scene of hell gradually faded, and the absurd and ominous true appearance disappeared in everyone's eyes.

Finally, Cecilia pulled out the Justice, and the blood of the Maharaja sprinkled into the sky. The Void Rift Buddha disappeared into the void like a thunderous sound, leaving behind a thunderous sound echoing in the air. From nowhere, the hot wind with the breath of sulfur swept across the entire Light Elf Garden.

Only the wrist of the incarnation of the Maharaja of Pain fell from the air, which shows how terrifying a battle had happened here.

In everyone's eyes, the incarnation hand of the Hell Lord gradually shrank from hundreds of meters in size. When it landed on the ground, it had become the size of a mortal palm. Only the unknown solid claws and red skin on it tells its origin.

Cecilia landed. The battle obviously consumed a lot of money from the great priest. As soon as she landed, she knelt on one knee and used the fair man who had faded his light to lean on the ground. Sid, who was nearby, saw her face pale, her plump red lips slightly panting, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

"Men, are you okay?" Sid quickly got up, walked to Cecilia and helped her up.

"It's okay, it's just that the power has been overused." Cecilia seemed very satisfied with Sid's performance. A trace of blood appeared on her pale and holy face. The great priest leaned on Sid, relying on the justice, slowly stood up, and suddenly stretched out a green jade to point it at the center of Sid's forehead: "Also, didn't I say it? Call me a mentor."

"Yes, mentor." Sid supported Cecilia's delicate body with his shoulders and helped her up: "So, is this over?"

"Yes, this is over. Ah-Heima, who has lost an incarnation in a short time, is unlikely to make a comeback." Cecilia turned her eyes to Sidd and smiled. Sid felt her heart beating proudly: "That's good."

On the other side, hundreds of viewers knelt silently on one knee to pay tribute to the great priest Cecilia, including the imperial daughter Celisti, the wolf grand duke Galhart, and in addition to the hell trio, even the handsome orc Kuenyake sincerely expressed his respect.

No one ordered them to do this, and they did not require any commands.

This is respect for the strong, this is respect for the patron saint of the empire, and this is a sincere thank you for her victory.

Earl Mecklen looked as if dead. He knew he was finished and everything was over.

Sid slowly walked to him, the white-haired boy had no expression on his face. He once again pulled out a golden energy sword from his left hand, holding the hilt of the sword in his hands, facing downwards, and golden lightning accompanied by flames crackling around the sword edge.

"Die." Sid said.

Blood splattered everywhere. As the white-haired boy moved, a golden energy giant sword that was exactly the same as that in Sid's hand fell from the sky, piercing through Mecklen's whole body, turning his body into golden dust.
Chapter completed!