Pakens is not wrong. The fastest update of the magic technique is essentially to allow mortals to bear the power of angels and even gods with their own mortal fetus. This is basically two concepts of holy light. The stronger the power of powerful angels and gods, the longer the borrowing time, the greater the burden on the caster. The so-called burden paid is not just magic, but physical strength, physical function, potential, lifespan, and even life itself, may be lost at a certain moment.

"This is the price of being a dog for the Sky Palace! They rule you, dominate your souls and beliefs, but they still have to use your lives as cannon fodder to resist us! Mortals, how foolish you are! At this time, don't you still know how to repent? Do you have to destroy your body and spirit, just for the will of those women in the Heaven Palace? I just want to go back to Orgrimmar, return to Namoa, and be with my people! Isn't that even this is not possible?" Pakens continued to take off the air while fighting against the dense firepower net, and said loudly, with both voice and emotion. In fact, such a little harm now is a price that he can afford now.

"Song of God's Punishment? Is this what you, a mere dragon knight can match?" The bloodthirsty king loudly conveyed his very obvious contempt, and suddenly stopped at the most densely intertwined point of the firepower network. From the extreme movement to the extreme silence, the turbid sea fog and clouds seemed to be locked by his movement, and they stopped changing for a moment. Then, there was a loud "boom" sound, and the mist that was originally transformed from water vapor seemed to turn into a fierce explosion (meow) medicine, exploded directly. Shock waves from all directions roared and spread, causing the bomb rains that were heading towards Pakens to seem to deviate from the direction.

Not only that, the tangible air shock wave contained invisible divine power. All the dragon knights and dragons present were shrouded in it by the opponent's counterattack in an instant, and were more or less internally injured. And Eno, who was operating the magic technique, trembled involuntarily. Half of his face was covered under the mask, and he could not see the expression at this moment, but the corner of his mouth, which was slightly twitching, completely exposed his current state.

"...Stand by!" Jinlong whispered to his comrades: "My friend, since he has reached this point, then stick to the end. I didn't choose to partner with you for failure."

"What a cruel guy!" The taciturn ex-Demon Hunter secretly whispered in his heart. Although he was seriously injured, his eyes were much more focused than ever. The angel of the piano, Aolufei, who was singing and playing the song of divine punishment, seemed to have received new power support again, and the song suddenly became louder again, as if it had been improved to a higher level in an instant. The glory suddenly appeared in the realm of divine punishment. If it was just the rising sun in the early morning, then it would be clearly the brilliance of noon at this moment.

The three-headed demon dragon was covered in it by such a gorgeous dazzling light. The body seemed to be melted, and the scarlet and blood-like smoke continued to rise, and once again there was a brief wave and stagnation.

"Concentrate the firepower! Blast him one by one to me!" Of course, Belmont could not miss such an opportunity.

We all know that the more fierce the power, the more sick the fire rate, the more the "flying prop-type" weapon, the greater the recoil, the harder its shooting range and the more difficult it is to guarantee. Ordinary qualified machine gunners can form a fan of crossfire with two heavy machine guns, but it is amazing to concentrate on a jeep. Now, the power and speed of fire of this guided machine cannon are more terrifying than all mechanical weapons in the first half of the 20th century; fortunately, the dragon as a "shooting platform" is at least stable than all piston-engine aircraft. As a shooter, the dragon knight, the physical fitness and dynamic vision are far from what ordinary machine gunners on the earth can imagine.

While they kept firing fiercely, they adjusted the cannon's muzzle. Soon, all the cannons' bombs were concentrated on one of the necks of the magic dragon. They were originally shells that were explosive than penetrating, but if they were all hit at one point, sooner or later such quantitative change would turn into qualitative change. This was like the unified approach of the Sword Saint-level warriors when fighting enemies with thick skin, thick flesh, and extremely long blood strips. If they thrust hundreds of times at a point, there would always be a moment of collapse.

Sure enough, it was just like Belmont thought. The explosion at one point seemed to have formed a sharp slash at this moment, just like a slash swing by the gods, even the body of the gods of Pakens could not resist. One of his neck was cut off or, in other words, torn the connection between all the flesh, tendons and bones by countless explosions. The huge head lost its connection with the torso and fell towards the sea.

It turns out that quantitative change can really cause qualitative change.

"We might really be able to kill God with this new weapon." Even Belmont could not hide the passion and longing that flashed in his heart at this time. He suddenly felt that he seemed to have stood at the turning point before an era and a new era came.

It was not until this time that Pakens seemed to truly feel the pain as "mortal". He waved his wings vigorously, fought against the danger of burning another neck, and broke free from the constraints of the song of God's Punishment, but suddenly rushed towards the dragon knights.

Once the distance is drawn closer, the power of the cannon will be difficult to exert. Even the dragon and the dragon knight are still as fragile as a child in front of the bloodthirsty king, and there is no room for close combat at all. So everyone can only disperse again, and the formation of fire-gathering shooting will naturally disperse. Immediately afterwards, the two heads under the three demon dragons let out a huge roar towards the Golden Dragon and his dragon knight Eno not far away, and the angel of Qin who is performing the song of divine punishment.

However, the next moment, the holy light suddenly overflowed from his eyes, mouth, nose, and even the pores of his skin. It seemed that his body instantly turned into a source of holy light. Then, the halo began to stagnate, turning into a burning holy fire. The body of the dragon knight wrapped in armor and battle robe was suddenly ignited. In just one moment, it turned into ashes in the incandescent raging fire.

Not only was the Dragon Knight himself turned into ashes, but even the golden dragon under his crotch was shocked by such backlash. Although he had the strongest body among the real dragon, he couldn't help but wail, and completely lost his balance like a kite with a broken string and floated far away.

"See it? The magical descending technique has its limit, and this is also the end of cannon fodder!" Pakens sneered. He looked at the Angel of Qin, who had lost the support of the rules and could only stop singing, and his body began to slowly fade. Suddenly, his wings sprinted, and his huge body seemed to have just flashed for a moment, and it had appeared in front of the angel. In the face of Aulupi's unconcealable astonishment expression, the three demon dragons stretched out their front paws, one grabbed the chest, and the other caught one of his wings, and easily grabbed the Angel's body. In front of the huge body of the God of War, the same towering and tall Angel of Qin, was like a rabbit in front of the eagle, with almost no room for resistance. Then, his body that began to fade was restored to its physical body again.

The body of an angel is regarded as "untouchable divine", which actually means that after the angel fulfills his duties as a human being, he will return to the sky. During this process, his body begins to become virtual and teleport back to the heaven. Mortals cannot touch the angels in this process at all... However, a true demon god is different. They have the power closest to the origin of the world's laws and know the knowledge closest to the ultimate mystery of the world. In the eyes of the bloodthirsty king, even another god may be his prey, let alone an angel.

"Since you are here, why do you have to leave?" One dragon laughed wildly, and the other dragon head bit the angel's neck, and suddenly used force, but only a strange "click" sound was heard. Aolufei's head seemed to rotate 360 ​​degrees on his body, and then it tilted, losing his vitality. The four light wings also lost all its luster and drooped down low. The endless halo turned into dazzling particles, like a debris formed by diamonds, overflowing from the angel's wounds and floating in the air, beautiful as a dream... However, with the angel that had lost its upgrade, twisted body, and the terrifying demon dragon carrying his body, this scene was cruel and cold.

"I am the Lord of Disputes and Killing! Blood and life are my nutrients, flesh and blood, and also my source of strength. Thank you for your support, Aphrodite!" Pakens held the corpse of an angel, raised his head to the sky, and laughed sarcastically at the Lord of Aphrodite, the God of Beauty and the God of Art.

The thick clouds in the sky were like boiled boiling water, churning and dancing, as if they were the wrath conveyed by Aphrodite. However, even the Holy Spirit Lord, she had no choice but to do anything to Pakens, who was in the main material plane.

The bloodthirsty king bit the angel's big mouth, tore off his entire head, and swallowed it in one bite. The sacred life with holy light and positive energy gathered seemed to have become the nourishment of the demon god at this time. Then, everyone suddenly discovered that a large number of sarcoma had just been cut off by the dragon knights with machine guns, and it was growing wildly.

He was clearly using the flesh and blood of the angel as nutrients to repair his traumatized body.

"Don't think about it!" At this moment, Jin Long, who had lost his partner, roared loudly. He had obviously suffered a heavy blow and could hardly maintain balance in the air anymore, but suddenly he slapped his wings again. With his last physical strength and last will, he endured the pain, opened his mouth to the three demon dragons, and spit out a red dragon breath.

"Get out! Miscellaneous soldiers!" Pakens let the dragon breath hit his back, but he was too lazy to dodge and defend. For this demon god, a "mere" adult golden dragon may be considered a miscellaneous soldiers? With a casual wave, a gust of wind composed of sword energy roared away, completely covering the golden dragon.

Even the ancient old dragon was covered by such a divine power, and there was only one word death. Pakens said he was relieved, so he opened his mouth and prepared to continue to "eat". However, the next minute, a pure white light flashed in the storm, and the golden dragon rushed out of the cut of the deadly divine power. He was almost half of his body, his tail and two hind legs disappeared, and his wings were torn to pieces. At first glance, it looked like the skeleton of a bone dragon, and even his head was only half left. In the blood and flesh, there was only one eye that was still bright. Yes, even if there was only one eye left, he still stared at Pakens angrily, with the persistence and determination in his eyes being like the sharpest sword. The sharpness made the demon feel a hint of palpitations.

"I just got the white light? Yes, is it a Bahamut priest? What a long time ago!" Pakens suddenly realized and shouted: "But, so what? Your God has long left this world! What else can you do now? What else can you do to a true God?"

There was a sneering expression on half of the bloody dragon head: "Thanks Lu Xi Berenkaster for his new tricks!"

The broken body of the golden dragon hit Pakens' body, and the space bags of the dragon saddle on both sides had completely broken, and all the shells embedded in various unstable crystals and explosives were poured out. At the same time, the core of the equipment behind him had cracked when it had cracked, and the three inner and three outer protective layers of the outer cover had long disappeared. The guiding core formed by several high-purity crystals turned unnaturally under the halo of magic, exuding quite unlucky colors.

"...Beautiful job!" A look of astonishment and anger flashed in the Demon Dragon's eyes, but when it came to his mouth, there was such a sincere praise.

"...Boom! Boom boom boom!" This is the most intense and longest explosion since the war started today. The bodies of the golden dragon and the angel were decomposed into the finest particles in an instant, and Pakens himself was completely covered by a colorful halo mixed with various magical powers. His body, like a dark cloud, could no longer be seen.

Perhaps this is the most gorgeous and colorful blooming in the sky of the cracks in the world.

"Beautiful job!" The same praise came from the King of Disasters in the sky. This red giant was still wrapped in his armor, and his lower body was still a boiling fire storm. It felt like it would be melted whenever you took a look. Nine huge nightmare beasts were swaying their teeth and claws beside the giant, arrogant and domineering, but seemed to be unscathed.

However, on the other hand, the main force of the Dragon Knights led by the regiment commander Hector himself was another scene. The dragon knights involved in the siege of Ramshid had more than 250 horses. However, at this time, there were less than 150 dragons flying in the air, and many of them had lost their partners forever. In addition, the dragon knights who were alive and could continue to fight were already injured in such a battlefield. Of course, there were no serious wounded people who had lost their combat power. They would either die or continue to fight, and that's all...

Moreover, we must know that this is a situation that can only be barely maintained under the protection of the song of the God of Punishment in the Sky.

Hector once again stopped the divine power fluctuations of the flame of disaster, but this time, he was shocked by people and dragons for more than a hundred meters. Fashion, from the beginning of the war, the physical strength spent on each round of battle by the Dragon Knight Commander and the internal injuries suffered by him were increasing, and he could still hold on to this point, even the King of Disaster had to express his appreciation.

"It's really a beautiful job!" Ramshid said to Hector: "Whether it is you or your subordinates who use interesting little toys! Dragon Knights, ha... Since the day you established, you have been fighting against me! Every time, it is my biggest trouble! However, now you are stronger than any other era before, your ancestors."

"Who wants you to praise me!" The Dragon Knights seemed to want to say this, but at this time, they were already at their limit but were too lazy to say a word. Save the physical strength of the complaints, and maybe they can hold on for two more rounds.

"But, this is already the limit, right?" Ramshid looked at the magic circle above his head, and there seemed to be a hint of smile in his voice like Hong Zhong Dalu: "Little Knight, and the daughter of the Dragon King Patunaks, don't you realize why this small crack can never be repaired after so much time?"

Yes, I originally thought that the time for Sanna Rowling and her team to cast spells together to neutralize the Abyss Gate was expected to be about ten minutes. But now, it has been almost twenty minutes, but the Abyss Gate still shows no weakness. The continuous stream of demons are still rushing out of the gate, and the only Supreme Lord of the abyss has no sign of being rejected by the main material plane rules at all.

But now, the demons are far from reaching their limits. The Dragon Knights and the Knight Bellitt who are struggling to maintain the song of God's Punishment should have reached their limits, right?

"I'm tired of having a long tug-of-war with you! Tiyele Linge, Samor Isus, Fernoris de Lacoll, Parn Vallis... I'm tired of remembering these names that make me very unhappy every time." Ramshid said: "Yes, I'm tired of it! Please die here for each of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, above the celestial top, in the magic circle of the Song of Divine Punishment, a dragon knight who jointly cast a spell was suddenly raised, and the holy cremation from the inside to the outside turned into ashes, just like Eno a few minutes ago.
Chapter completed!