The Lord of Despair was so badly wounded that he was so focused on guarding against the Rotten Savior and the Three Gods of the Apocalypse that he had no idea that he would be attacked by the other side.

If the attacker is only a mid-level true god, he can be sensed within a hundred feet of the Lord of Despair.

But alas, the sneak attacker is the Lord God of Wugmar, a powerful god who hides deeply, and is in the same realm as the Lord of Despair at his peak.

Wu Gema struck with all his strength, and the Lord of Despair suffered an irreversible blow to the Lord God Body by surprise, and even the [Divine Power Shield] could not be maintained.

But worthy of being an ancient giant who dominated the endless years of the abyss, the moment Azazel was hit, his hands directly let go of the hilt of his sword, and instead of fighting back against Wugma, he directly moved against the three gods of the Apocalypse who transmitted divine power to him.

Although it was only a temporary alliance, the three main gods did not expect that the Lord of Despair would turn his face so quickly, and when he was about to withdraw his divine power, he suddenly encountered a change.

The divine power of the three main gods was continuously imported into the body of despair, and they had no chance to withdraw if they wanted to.

At the critical moment, the Black Orc Lord God injected another force to wrap around the spear.

Suddenly, the power of devastating divine punishment erupted within the body of despair.

This extreme force almost split the divine body of the Lord of Despair, but the other party was still unmoved, but launched a ruthless attack to frantically absorb the divine power of the three main gods of the Apocalypse.

In order to break free from the shackles, the three main gods took the initiative to bear the price of their backlash, allowing their divine power to explode in their bodies.

The Lord of Despair seemed to anticipate the actions of the three gods of the Apocalypse in advance, and took the initiative to let go of the restraint on the three gods, and in the end, the three gods were injured and retreated, but the Lord of Despair was not affected, and slowly withdrew the spear of divine punishment from his body very calmly.

Well? How can you get your wish!

Seeing this, the Lord God of Wugmar secretly sneered:

Let you bleed more!

In an instant, Wugmar once again remotely transmitted two divine powers into the spear, and suddenly condensed a more powerful thunder of divine punishment, which brought greater pain and trauma to the Lord of Despair with a crackling sound.

This attack did not stop Azazel's movements, and in great pain, he slowly drew the spear of divine punishment with great calmness and without wavering his will, and swept it towards Ugmar himself.

The god of the black orcs manipulated the spear of divine punishment to resist the lord of despair through the air, but unexpectedly, this offensive was just a disguise, and the real killing move had already come.

In an instant—

The sword of despair that flew out of the body of the rotten savior struck like a black meteor, and the Lord Wugmar had no weapon in his hand, so he could only resist it with his bare hands.

In an instant, only a loud bang was heard, and the main god of Wugmar was knocked back dozens of pieces on the spot, his hands were cut by the magic sword and bloody, and the injuries were not light.

Accidentally suffered a dark loss, the god of Wugmar still maintained a calm and breezy attitude, and talked eloquently to the Lord of Despair:

"Give up, you're no longer qualified to escape from this battlefield."

"Now that you are extremely weak, do you still think that you are the desperate master who calls for wind and rain in the abyss?"

The Lord God of Ugmar sneered:

"It's easy for me to kill you now, like this......"

As he spoke, Wugmar suddenly manipulated the Spear of Divine Punishment to counterattack, flipped abruptly, and in an instant, severed the wrist of the Lord of Despair.

Azazle snorted, and his broken wings spontaneously activated hundreds of pitch-black blades of light, but all the spears of divine punishment that were suspended in the air were wiped out.

Seeing that all the opponent's hole cards had been forced out by himself, the Lord God of Wugma smiled slightly, and then said loudly:

"Don't you want to do it? Under the crown. ”

"I may be the only one who has seen through your disguise, but please show up, Your Majesty Loki El."

The god of Witchmar looked at the true god who was prostrate before the rotten savior, daring to look directly at the old ruler.

Hearing the voice of the Black Orc Lord God, the God of Time couldn't help but say to the True God Kilo who had guided him to join the Starlight Holy Alliance, although he was more or less aware of the other party's unusualness, but when the answer was truly revealed, there was still a sense of unreal absurdity.

Loki El, the god of games, a mysterious being that roams the multiverse, is the most unfathomable of the third-party camps.

Counting from the time when the God of the Game began to be active, in the records that have appeared in the multiverse, his strength often switches back and forth between the lower true god, the middle true god, and the upper true god, and his true strength is still unknown.

With the revelation of the god of Wugmar, Kilo suddenly stood up, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his smile was a little banter:

"My disguise is really clumsy, it was so easily torn apart by His Majesty Wugmar, it seems that next time I will have to prepare a new set of skins."

As he spoke, the god of the game floated behind the Lord of Despair.

Almost at the same time, the Lord of Despair slashed at his sword, the blade slashing across the waist of the god of the game.

No miracle happened, the god of the game was swung into two pieces from the middle, the divinity was lost, and the corpse fell to the dust.

Even the Lord of Despair himself could not have predicted that the legendary God of Games would die so easily at his hands, and this absurd unreality made him feel confused for a moment.

But at this moment, a joking voice echoed in the ears of the Lord of Despair:

"You must be wondering why that intelligent and unpredictable game god was so easily killed by you, right?"

Although it was a question sentence, the sarcasm contained in the tone made God angry.

"Because you're killing nothing more than a skin."

Searching for the location of the voice, the heart of the Lord of Despair was like water, and the pitch-black sky fire flew out of his body like sharp arrows, frantically rolling through the surrounding places, until the earth was cracked and the space was shattered.

The god of the game seems to have lost a trace, and no matter how much the Lord of Despair investigates, it will be difficult to find a trace.

Seeing that the next round of crisis could come at any time, the Lord of Despair prepared to draw his sword and return to his defense, waiting for the moment when the God of the Game appeared to kill him instantly.

The Sword of Despair was sharpened by Azazel from countless souls who had died in despair, and its hardness was comparable to that of a god's body, and its edge could easily cut through space and slash souls, making it an untrustworthy companion of the Lord of Despair.

But at this moment, the perception of the Lord of Despair was subverted almost instantly.

The Magic Sword of Despair instantly lost control, as if it was like a vicious dog biting its master, and the unsuspecting Lord of Despair was pierced through his chest by the magic sword.

Intense pain struck the soul of the Lord of Despair, tormenting Him to the point of torment.

While being tortured, the eyes of the Lord of Despair were filled with deep doubts in addition to disbelief.