Ozma was severely injured, his energy fluctuated violently, his momentum was in a sluggish state, and his body was covered with horrific wounds. Even though the apostle's vitality was amazing, he had also fused and evolved once, but after all, he was not as immortal as Kahn.

Ozma has some absolute confidence and the corresponding strength to defeat any transcendent, but she cannot withstand the siege of "ignoramus". Moreover, their cooperation is skillful and tacit, and it is obvious that they have been tempered by time and the battlefield.

He couldn't help but recall that he and his best friend Kazan once cooperated so tacitly and were proud of the battlefield.

There are so many Transcendents in Vetalon now that he has lost count. His thoughts are like lightning for a moment, and Ozma sighs. Now, compared to his own time, he is only a little bit more powerful.

The mad dragon Hess and the dragon army once left hundreds of miles around Whistling Canyon uninhabited and people thousands of miles away were panicked. The mad dragon has been causing trouble for decades, making the residents of the Perous Empire pessimistic and despairing, calling it the end of the world.

But now, the resurrected Mad Dragon has been defeated by Astra. Even if the Mad Dragon in its heyday is resurrected here, in this era of gathering of heroes and transcendence, how much waves can it create.

Ozma suddenly felt a strong sense of abandonment and loneliness in his heart. After all, he did not belong to this era, but belonged to the "past".

The demon that started a century-old holy war more than 600 years ago has now awakened again. It wanted to bring ultimate chaos and infinite darkness to the world, but suddenly there was a subtle feeling of dying before it started.

Could it be said that people in the past will eventually be abandoned by history? He was very unwilling to do so.

Siatt and the others couldn't care less about sympathizing with Ozma. Now there were angels in the sky, sword fairies underground, and Emperor Nian... who were surrounding them, tightly locking the terrifying Chaos Demon, and Ozma was already dying.

There is no trace of "humanity" anymore.

"Ha... I really don't want it to end so soon. I admit, you are beyond expectations." Ozma, whose breath was fluctuating violently, suddenly calmed down, and the corners of his cold mouth gradually rose, as if mixed with unpredictable mockery.

If they think that they can kill themselves right here, it is purely fanciful and they look down on the "God of Chaos".

"Let you know the real chaos..."

Just when Ozma's body was covered with wounds, his demonic aura was overwhelming, he was chanting a mysterious forbidden method, and an evil and profound black magic circle emerged in the sky... When the team was equally aggressive and prepared to chop off his head, a sudden change occurred.

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"What's going on? Uh..."

Among the camp that attacked the pretenders, there was a ghost swordsman with a bright red twisted left arm and a precision magic chain. The ghost bonds on his arm suddenly exploded, and a bright red and violent mysterious shadow emerged from it.

When it appeared, the pupils of nearby humans began to turn red, and their desire for destruction was rising crazily.

And similar situations are not only happening to him. All patients with ghost hands, no matter what their profession is, even if the sword soul of the ghost hand has been strengthened with correction tools, now the ghost hand chain cannot contain the terrifying power of the explosion.

It opened, and bright red shadows kept coming out of it.

Before Ozma destroyed the golden city of Vetalun, it symbolized huge opportunities and wealth. Anyone with ability could get ahead, so naturally many ghost swordsmen with dreams gathered there.

Especially before the Empire Arena was destroyed, ghost swordsmen with ghost hands were a profession favored by many imperial nobles, and they were recruited generously for their own use.

Almost at the same time, thousands of ghosts and gods exploded, and dense red shadows flew into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. It was very scary but also extremely spectacular.

Red shadows gathered in the sky, forming a tall and burly fighting spirit. He had unruly long hair, a sword in one hand, and a giant ax in the other. He was covered in heavy armor. His aura was extremely violent, and the destructive power surrounding him was like a world-destroying storm.

"Look, it seems to be your ancestor." Shi Ku took some time out of his busy schedule to tease his teammate, a berserker in the legendary realm who also suffered from severe anemia.

"That's nonsense, hurry up and give me a bottle of donkey glue blood replenishing granules..." He covered his arms and his eyes were scarlet red. With the appearance of Kazan, the desire for destruction in his heart was rising. He became a demon with blood and would not stop dying!

He himself was doing better. After all, he had long been accustomed to this special state. However, those sword souls who suddenly lost the suppression of ghosts and gods were in a somewhat unstable state. They covered their arms and looked in pain. In a vague way, they seemed to see the card.

Zan's violent figure was about to slash at them with his sword.

Fortunately, some clergy chanted prayers, which had the power to calm the mind and temporarily suppress the erosion of ghosts and gods.

After that, you have to quickly create a new ghost bondage.

"Kazan, God of Destruction?!"

Siatt frowned and was slightly surprised. The bright red shadow that emerged from the ghost's hand was the number one ghost - Kazan of the Soul of the Blade.

Kazan's century-old incorruptible corpse had been burned by Ye Lin using Holy Spirit runes in the Avengers Fortress, and now the other party seemed to have used ghost hands as a medium to take the initiative to bring down his own fighting spirit.

"Ozma, stop it, death is enough!" Kazan shouted lowly. He believed that his best friend would never be able to win. There were surpasses everywhere and the chances were very slim.

"My dear friend, Kazan, it is so gratifying to see you again. If the venue and environment were not suitable, I would have liked to have another drink with you." Ozma smiled slightly, dear old friend, he knew that we were destined to each other.

We will meet.

In the distance, Karenin and Leonid, who were in ghostly states, were also shocked on the spot. They were trembling with excitement. General Kazan had returned from the underworld.

The two of them hurriedly followed, because their emotions were so excited that their souls were rippled.

Without the military command of the two generals of the Peruvian Empire, the Pretenders' front line was finally torn into a large hole. Among them, the fierce blooder Darkness Covered Jet was killed by Qianying and was nailed to the ground.

However, Ozma has no intention of stopping singing, and Siatt and the others are sharpening their knives, and a huge collision is bound to happen.

Kazan sighed deeply when he saw this. His own power as the number one ghost was not enough to forcefully stop this war.

But he couldn't watch his best friend continue to follow that woman's machinations and perish in vain.

Boom!

The earth cracked open, red light burst out, and densely packed blood-stained ancient netherworld chains emerged, spreading and binding them towards Siatt and the others. There were innocent souls on the chains, mournful and wailing endlessly.

"Kazan!" Mavis' face suddenly turned cold and she shouted in warning: "If you continue to use the power of the underworld dimension, you will be sunk to the bottom of the River Styx and be cannibalized by thousands of ghosts during the reckoning, and then fall into Nastrom.

Virtue, freeze the fighting spirit forever, and Kazan, the sword soul, will never appear again in the world!"

Kazan knew he was outmatched, so he imitated the method he used to seal Ozma, and took the initiative to summon the chains of the underworld to forcefully repel Siatt's attack.

"For the sake of my dear friend not to continue to go astray, I don't care." Kazan answered directly and calmly.

Ozma was not stupid. Taking advantage of this hard-won opportunity, he suddenly waved his black wings and turned into a black line, dragging Kazan and disappearing into the sky.

By the time Siatt and the others smashed the chains of the underworld, they had completely disappeared. Xiaoyu shook her head slightly, indicating that it was difficult to get accurate results from oracle divination now.

The Royal Family of Hebron's prophecy secret technique also requires more time to prepare. In short, it is a bit too late.

"Ozma is seriously injured and can't stir up the waves. Let's deal with the Veil Talon first," Mo Mei said.

When Ozma escaped, the army of hundreds of thousands of pretenders also started to attack like crazy cockroaches, or fled in all directions.

Later, Astra couldn't bear to see anyone bigger than him, so he took the initiative to fight with the first pretender, Enbinol, and the fight was fierce.

Siatt and the others also took action frequently, causing violent explosions among the army of pretenders, killing countless people.
Chapter completed!