Chapter 781: Retrieve the past and fight with all your might!
"ah!
! "
Waving the Sword of Light and the Spear of Light, Micah's eyes were full of determination.
He has not faced such a scene for a long, long time.
Only this time, he took the initiative to push himself to this point.
The incentive is his self-esteem.
Micah's actions are always based on planning, and he almost never puts himself in dangerous situations.
It's the same this time.
Although Micah is now at an absolute disadvantage, as long as Athena joins the battlefield, the victory of this battle will still be his.
He can also advance to the realm of gods with corresponding great deeds.
After all, he and Athena had killed many gods before this, so Micah didn't need to worry about the great cause at all.
In other words, if Micah wants, he can advance to the realm of gods at any time.
It's just that Micah is very interested in the God of War's essence, which represents the strongest essence.
And from the very beginning, Micah identified Artesh as his great cause, and he was unwilling to break his promise.
But the strength of the God of War is somewhat beyond Micah's imagination.
Of course, what is beyond imagination here is not Althu's fighting ability.
It's about his battery life.
If Artesho didn't have this special endurance, Mika wouldn't have the slightest worry even if he was stronger.
After all, he has what can be called the strongest defensive garment under the Creator God.
Even if Althu's fighting ability is stronger, he can still hold on.
But unfortunately, Artesh has a marrow endurance that is comparable to Micah's Cup of Heaven.
This instead put Micah into crisis.
Moreover, Micah was unwilling to let Athena join the battle.
Micah's pride did not allow him to do this.
From the moment he came to this world, Micah has always regarded Artesh as his enemy.
For this reason, he has been preparing to fight him.
It can be said that all actions before this battle are preparations for this battle.
But at this most critical moment, as the protagonist, he gave up?
Then he went to ask Athena, the strategist who had been advising him, for help?
Micah can't afford to lose this person!
So Micah must win this battle on his own.
"Recall that figure who once charged without hesitation among countless monsters, that consciousness that put life and death aside."
"Awaken, my hot blood!"
Micah growled lowly.
Memories of the past kept flooding into his mind as he pursued them.
That was a time when he had not yet achieved much in the other world. All he had was a well-trained body and a swordsmanship that still looked immature after being tempered.
Even with these, he was still full of courage at that time.
Fight with many monsters in the dungeon and protect the beautiful figure behind you.
At that time, he was not as decisive as he is now.
Or in other words, in the dungeon, there is no need to plan and make decisions at all. All that is needed is strength and the courage to face death.
Micah never lacked those things.
But he hasn't felt that way for a long time.
"What does that feel like?"
Micah recalled.
"It's fire."
"It feels like a burning flame."
"It's that feeling of burning everything out."
Gradually regaining his original intention, Micah needs to find himself back then.
The moment he found his original intention, Micah turned his attention to the divine clothing on his body.
"For me who need to burn it all, this divine garment seems to be a bit in the way."
At this moment, Micah seemed to understand why Zilong, one of the Five Little Strongmen, would always take off his holy clothes every time he was desperate.
This is the courage to risk everything.
How can we surpass ourselves and defeat powerful enemies without forcing ourselves into a desperate situation?
"If that's the case, then I'll give up this defense."
Following Micah's thoughts, the divine clothing on his body was quickly ignited by flames, and then turned into flames, flowing to Micah's palm.
In a matter of moments, this divine garment turned into a divine sword.
The technology for forging the divine clothing was originally a technology that belonged to the God of Creation.
And what this technology forges is not a divine garment, but an artifact that can follow the owner's will.
The divine clothing is the most basic and strongest form of this artifact.
After all, as long as you can defend yourself against the opponent's attacks, your output will still be there.
And it's both offensive and defensive.
Can amplify the small universe within the holder's body.
It can be said to be the most perfect form.
But this form is no longer useful to Micah now.
Because he can't consume the other party.
Therefore, he needs the ultimate attack power, which is the form of the divine sword in his hand.
"Peng!"
With the emergence of the divine sword form, Micah went on the offensive again.
Artesh's divine fist and Micah's divine sword collided violently, and there was no winner.
The aftermath of the battle between the two almost plowed the surface of the entire planet.
It can only be said that fortunately the two of them fought in the sky instead of on the ground.
"puff!"
"It's done!"
Injured by the aftermath of this blow, Micah spat out a mouthful of blood.
But there was no trace of pain on her face.
Some just raised the corners of their mouths.
He finally closed the gap between him and Artosh in terms of offensive power.
Although he still couldn't outlast him.
But this time, he no longer saw the dawn of victory like before.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
As Mika's offensive resumed, the waves caused by the battle between Mika and Artosh became more and more intense.
And in the constant fighting.
The smiles on Mika and Artosh's faces became more and more intense.
They were all enjoying this fight.
Even though Mika's physical injuries were getting worse and worse, he still had a smile on his face.
He completely found his former self.
Not just memories.
But the overall revival of his spirit.
"Kill!"
Mika pressed forward again.
His flames had already wrapped around his body.
Iron and fire had already spread all over this land.
Feeling the breath all over the planet, other races who didn't know what was going on actually thought that it was two war gods fighting.
After all, their breaths were too similar.
In the center of the battlefield, Micah had already used up all his means.
He enjoyed this long-lost moment.
Even though he had been seriously injured in the previous fight, he didn't care at all.
If you ask why?
It's because he has grasped that feeling.
From the moment he started to change the formation, Micah knew very well where his only chance of winning was.
That was to surpass himself in the fight.
Step into the realm that he had already deeply understood but had not yet entered.
The ninth sense.
The true realm of the gods.
