Tomahawks roared.

Jenn could feel the powerful air currents in front of him, and the bloody battle axe was like a beast with a wide mouth open and bitten down towards him. But he didn't make any moves because of this, just a divine envoy, and he was also a divine envoy of the lower gods, and he was just Cheng Dù at the peak of the master, and if he wanted to challenge himself, he was still far away.

Thinking of this, the corners of Jenn's mouth curled slightly, and he sneered.

Then the sword in his hand stepped forward again.

Just a sword.

The azure light of the sea moved forward with an illusory afterimage, striking the surface of the tomahawk like a rushing wave. The sword and axe intersected, and the next moment I saw obvious cracks appear on the huge battle axe, which seemed to be incomplete in itself, and the gap gradually spread and became larger under the impact of the huge pressure, and then the entire axe surface also fell apart. The sharp blade of the axe twisted as if it had been torn up by someone, and the next moment, the overwhelmed battle axe completely collapsed, and the huge force surged out after breaking through the last of the defenses, striking the body of the Fallen God Envoy.

"Boom !!"

The massive body of the Fallen God Envoy suddenly flew backwards, slamming into the ground. Jenn withdrew his sword and glanced at Dobby and Deli standing not far behind him—both of whom were now with their mouths wide open, and they could almost have a duck egg in them.

Mortals...............

Seeing their expressions, Jenn shook his head. The gods still have some deterrent power on the surface of the earth. Strictly speaking, of course. The messengers of the gods are indeed very powerful. But that also depends on who it is, in fact, from a certain point of view, the divine envoy is very similar to the power organization in the dark region -- the average strength is very strong. And the best of them stand out. But unlike the surface, there are no low-level deposits. Even if he is an angel, he has the strength of a high-level when he is born. It is precisely because of this that the inhabitants of the surface are extremely fearful of the gods, and in addition to the factors they represent, the poor strength of the mortals on the surface is also one of the reasons. In this case, it is not surprising that Deli sees the angel like a mouse and a cat. But for the people living underground, a mere master peak oracle is not a big deal.

In fact. A long time ago, the Dark Elves even captured a Seraphic Angel during a sneak attack on the surface and brought him back underground as a plaything for the Lords. An angel was reduced to a sex toy for the dark elves, and was eventually killed and sacrificed to the spider queen. This kind of thing is put on the surface of the earth, and even the craziest cultists dare not think about it. But in the Shadows, it's just a relatively celebratory victory.

"Drink, !!"

It was at this time. Patilina also went on the attack.

The little guy swept across the battlefield like a sharp blade, and a bloody storm suddenly set off everywhere he went. Before the berserk monster could even show its cruelty and strength, it was pierced by the huge silver knight's spear, and then Patilina swept to the side, sending several monsters flying in the blink of an eye. Then I saw the fire on the tip of Patilina's spear flash, and the next moment it was accompanied by a series of bursts of shining light, and the monsters were instantly shattered, and only pieces of debris mixed with blood scattered from the air. It emits a disgusting rancid smell.

The Knights in Costume followed, no different from before. They were divided into three rows, forming a strong barrier to block the monsters' attacks. The knights at the front wielded their twin swords, tearing to shreds all the monsters that dared to attack them like meat grinders. The knights who followed behind raised their swords and staffs, and the surging runes spun and extended forward, forming a solid defense. The maidens standing in the last row chanted ancient and mysterious incantations, only to see that under the influence of magical power, the originally hard earth began to become muddy, and thorns full of sharp thorns emerged from it, tearing like long whips, wrapping around the bodies of the berserk monsters, preventing them from advancing further.

Even those noble private soldiers were in a group at the moment, brandishing their swords and fighting with those monsters. Deli and Dobby also regained their composure after a brief period of confusion. I have to admit that Jenn's sword slashing a divine envoy did make them immediately invigorated. Although it is true that the legendary level is as high as a cloud, without a clear comparison, it is difficult for people to really understand the true strength represented by the words "legendary powerhouse".

But now, they finally know how powerful the legendary powerhouse is, able to slash a divine envoy with a sword, which is already almost mythical in the eyes of Deli and Dobby.

And Jenn's sword naturally brings a boost in morale, originally the aristocratic private soldiers were still trembling against those violent monsters, and after seeing Jenn's "feat", they were also immediately demoralized, and with Dobby's command and Daili releasing some spell assistance from time to time in the rear, for a while they actually fought with those monsters.

However, Jenn did not observe the situation on the battlefield, and at this moment he raised his long sword and looked ahead again, only to see that the divine envoy who had been swept away by his own sword had already climbed up. It seemed to sense that Jenn was not easy to mess with, so it immediately gave up the tattered battle axe in its hand, and then fell on all fours, grinning at Jenn like a dog. The two huge heads shook incessantly, spewing green poisonous gas. Then, with a long howl, the oracle in front of him pounced on Jenn like a fierce hound. Its two heads shook incessantly, then its mouth snapped open, and the next moment, a fiery breath erupted from the oracle's mouth and enveloped Jenn.

The flames were so overwhelming that even the white frost and ice crystals that had been enveloping the earth quickly melted in the flames and disappeared without a trace. But for Jenn, this little bit of flame was nothing at all, he snorted coldly, the long sword in his hand slashed downward, and then jumped suddenly, taking a crescent trajectory towards the flames. I saw that the next moment, the shrouded flame was forcibly separated. The seemingly incomparably thin sword qi was like a black hole that completely absorbed those flames, and in the blink of an eye, the torrent of flames that was split in two disappeared like this. And the next moment, I saw Jenn's figure flicker, with a lightning-like trajectory at the feet of the divine envoy, and then the azure light flew through the void again, bringing up a series of afterimages, turning into a little starlight, mixed with a sharp whistling sword wind hit the messenger's knee like this.

I used to be an oracle until I was struck in the knee.........

If the oracle had been able to speak, perhaps it would have uttered the most famous proverb, but now it goes without saying it, and reality has proven it to be true -- not to mention that it contains more than just a sword.

Under the impact of the furious sword qi, the knees of the divine envoy suddenly shattered as if they had been exploded, and the stinking and filthy blood spread out in all directions. But Jenn had now dodged the filth of the blood like a ghost, and he rolled over, leaping to the back of the oracle with a beautiful arc, and then the sword in his hand stabbed down again.

However, the Fallen God Envoy is also a divine envoy, and although Jenn cut off a leg, it did not let its guard down. On the contrary, the moment Jenn leaped up, the other head of the divine envoy suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degree turn that mortals couldn't do at all, staring at Jenn and opening his mouth again. Soon, green poison gas erupted from its second mouth, swirling towards Jenn.

"Hmph, but that's it."

If it was tasting, in the face of such a poisonous gas, Jenn could do it with just one spell. However, Jenn has already made up his mind not to use spells, and his current status is a knight, of course, relying on swordsmanship to win. As for magic, you can only use it when you change your identity and become the master of the dungeon again. In fact, it is not for nothing that Jenn did this, his magic comes from the dungeon system, which is very simple, but the number is scarce. Although it can change, its essence remains the same, with only thunder and fire. If Jenn were to perform his magic here, he would be easily seen through when he appeared as the master of the dungeon. So Jenn had decided that he would only be a knight while he was on the surface. What's more, judging from Jenn's current strength, even in terms of swordsmanship alone, there are very few people who can defeat him.

Even a divine envoy can't do that.

A dark green poison gas enveloped Jenn's figure, but at that moment, he was gone.

The sword flashed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a dazzling light appeared out of thin air on the side of the divine envoy's neck, and the lines brought by the silver blade whistled and enveloped the divine envoy's huge body, and even the wind began to dance again at this moment. And the rich dark green poisonous gas was directly turned invisible in the blowing wind.

Just for a moment, Jenn's figure reappeared. He turned his back to the divine envoy quietly, the azure light in his hand was still so blurred, and the sword light that had originally shrouded him gradually converged again, disappearing into the depths of the blade. At this moment, the oracle completely stopped his movements, straightened up as if time had stood still, and turned his head to look behind him. And at this moment, the long sword in Jenn's hand flipped over, and with a perfect arc, it was retracted and sheathed.

"Click."

Immediately after, a smooth incision appeared on the oracle's neck, and then gradually expanded. And as if to resonate with it, one wound after another tore through the skin and spread across the body of the divine messenger.

The next moment, the huge body was completely scattered, and it fell to the ground, and there was no more movement. (To be continued......)