When Zhou Qingfeng tried to fight against Cyric with random bursts of red energy, Ynessa standing on the ground knew that there was no chance of winning in this one versus two battle.

The girl looked up at the fierce battle in the sky and was stunned. When she lowered her head and saw the body of the old knight Naser, she felt despair and said, "Forget it, I can't drag everyone to death."

The dream of restoring the country has become dim, and the family's glory has become ridiculous. Inisa also hopes that Zhou Qingfeng can create a miracle, but now..., "Maybe it's my turn to create a miracle."

Twenty years of life experience passed through Inisa's mind, from the sunny garden as a child, to the wonderful dances as a girl, to the ruin of her country and her family as an adult.

All memories will end here.

Unable to stop her tears, Inisha could only close her eyes and pray silently in her heart, "My Lord, come. If it must end with death, I am willing to sacrifice myself."

Aratis was flattering Cyric proudly, but when he realized that the victory was already decided, the 'Dark Sun' that was stepping on his head suddenly flew away.

The possessed puppet controlled by this crazy god swooped down like a sharp arrow, and the black stabbing sword penetrated Inisha's heart in an instant.

But the girl with her eyes closed showed no sadness or joy, and her face was indifferent. Her body shape blurred under the stabbing, drifted away, and quickly disappeared, as if it had always been that way.

The pale-skinned Cyric swung his stabbing sword again and again, and the sharp sword stabs spread around, appearing within a few tens of meters. He even stabbed Zhou Qingfeng, who was motionless on the ground.

But every time the sword stab was about to penetrate Zhou Qingfeng's skull, his heavily armored body would move. No more, no less, and the position he moved was just right to avoid the black sword stab.

Cyric couldn't calm down anymore. His evil gaze expanded his real vision, scanning everything hidden within a few hundred meters around him. The red dragon Aratis following behind also slowly fell down, only seeing the 'Dark Sun'

Extremely nervous as if possessed by evil spirits.

But right behind Cyric, a tornado slowly appeared on the ground, swirling dust and grass stems. For a moment, the sky rang with the beating of war drums, the neighing of horses, and the sounds of armies fighting.

The sound was heavy and loud, and instantly spread throughout the world. Along with it, a ray of light fell from the sky and shone on the increasingly fierce tornado behind Cyric.

The earth was shaking, the air was trembling, and a red glow lit up the sky, as if a flame was burning.

This scene was so big that Aratis was so frightened that he kept silent. But Cyric in front was not aware of this and was looking around like a fool.

The red dragon felt that the situation was not good, and retreated slowly, quietly, and silently. At this time, the tornado gradually subsided, and Inisha, who had just disappeared, appeared again.

But the reborn Inisha was completely different from the previous image. She was wrapped in blood-red full-body plate armor, with long black braids hanging behind her back. Her eyes sparkled like star-colored gems, and her beautiful appearance was more calm and solemn.

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Aratis wished he could faint from fear - the arrival of Cyric was scary enough, but now another god has arrived.

It wasn't until this moment that Cyric noticed it, and he slowly turned around and stared at the re-appearance of 'Inessa'. After careful identification, his pale face revealed a somewhat sinister smile.

"If Tempus comes in person, I might not be able to handle it. But you..., bitch, you are no match for me. You have to find your father."

'Inisha' gently raised her chin and sneered disdainfully at the threat of 'Dark Sun'. She waved her hand gently, and Zhou Qingfeng, who was lying on the ground just now, appeared next to her. Not only was she back to normal, but she was also promoted to a higher level.

class.

Uncle Zhou felt a little dizzy now. He had just thought about loading the file to a previous time point, returning to the real world to earn enough coupons, and then take revenge. But his death was terminated.

Turning his head slowly, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at 'Inisha', whose eyes were bright and had changed her appearance. Zhou Qingfeng said hello in confusion, "What's going on?"

‘Inisa’’s starry eyes flashed, and she smiled and pushed Zhou Qingfeng, “Defeat this lunatic first. The gods of the Pantheon are all watching.”

Zhou Qingfeng found that he was in surprisingly good condition at the moment, and even Arcee and Sophia, who had merged with him, were back to normal. When he saw Cyric, he gritted his teeth, raised his shield, and rushed forward to fight again.

It was another fierce battle - quite tragic for Aratis. The red dragon was used as a human shield by Cyric again. But in the end, Uncle Zhou was incompetent and was defeated again. He fell to the ground.

on the ground.

Cyric raised his head and cursed, roaring to the sky: "What do you want to see? There is no way this mortal can defeat me."

"Really?" A lazy voice came from the sky, "Everyone is happy to see you, Cyric, unlucky. I should also contribute something."

A slender hand traveled through time and space, appeared on the fallen Zhou Qingfeng's back, and patted him gently. Within a few seconds, Uncle Zhou was promoted to another level, and he got up with full health.

Cyric cursed again: "Sunny, are you going to intervene in this battle too?"

"The God of Love is here too?" Aratis exclaimed in the sky: "Are the goddess's thighs so huggable? How many goddesses does this boy know? He has reached level 17 in the blink of an eye. I have lived for so many years, and I have no

I’ve never seen anyone upgrade so quickly.”

Zhou Qingfeng was in a daze again, and the descending 'Inisha' came up and pushed him again, "Keep fighting, everyone is waiting for you to defeat Cyric."

Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.

So the battle started for the third time, and Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward again. Not long after, he was defeated again, and another arm emerged from the void, giving him an upgrade and allowing him to continue fighting.

"Unfair!" Aratis shouted the loudest, "He gets a level every time he fights. Even Ms. Lucky is helping this kid. Why is that?"

Cyric on the other end was cursing, cursing Tymora, the goddess of luck.

But with the blessing of Goddess of Luck, Zhou Qingfeng's combat effectiveness has really improved. He would throw spells dozens of times before hitting them once, and soon used a dimensional anchor to seal Cyric's teleportation, forcing him to become a 'dark sun'

Come and fight hard.

The balance of the battlefield finally began to shift.

Soon Uncle Zhou was defeated again, but Cyric's popularity was so bad that even the normally neutral earth goddess Shantia and the non-troublesome goddess of joy Lierla came to help and pushed him to level 20.

Aratis stopped shouting and accepted his fate, allowing Cyric to use him as a sandbag human shield. Why is there such a big gap between humans..., dragons and humans?

One is controlled and enslaved by the evil god, and the other is blessed and helped by the goddess in the sky.

How to fight this?

Zhou Qingfeng had the thighs of a goddess to hug, and at level 20 he could finally suppress Cyric. He sang loudly in the sky:

"The mysterious bird of destiny descended and gave birth to Shang."

A firebird appeared from Zhou Qingfeng's hand, flapping its wings and rapidly growing in size. It soon grew colorful feathers and turned into a noble and gorgeous phoenix.

The sky is shining, the colors are ever-changing. The rays of sunshine are endless, and there are thousands of auspicious streaks.

This is a good sign!

Zhou Qingfeng transformed into a dragon, rising up on the clouds and riding the wind with the phoenix. The sky resounded with the roar of the phoenix and the roar of the dragon, and a bright and upright energy illuminated the north.

Lightning fell from the sky, ice and snow came with the strong wind, and flames bloomed like red lotuses.

Cyric was hit by hundreds of ninth-level spells on the ground and had nowhere to hide. The body of the puppet he controlled was instantly vaporized, and the attached divine mind was also destroyed.
Chapter completed!