387: C387 Ancient Relics for Saving Lives

C387 Ancient Relics for Saving Lives

That is the Phantom Dream that is a relic!

However, with Zhou Yi's strength, he could not summon out the Phantom Dream at all.

This time, Zhou Yi could only pray for the Phantom Dream.

"Phantom Dream... "Save me …"

"Come out..." Come out! "

Zhou Yi clenched his teeth, blue veins were constantly popping out from his forehead. The pale golden sword that was slicing through the air was getting closer and closer to him …

However, nothing happened … It was like … It was as if he was mocking Zhou Yi.

Finally, Zhou Yi chose to close his eyes. Perhaps, this was his fate.

Just when there was only one moment left before his death, a faint dark purple light appeared on Zhou Yi's chest and clashed with the golden Sword Break.

When the Cleaving Sword was only a few centimeters away from Zhou Yi's chest, it was stopped by the faint dark purple light. At this moment, only astonishment remained on Yitri's face.

Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes and saw the dark purple dagger floating silently in front of him, as if... It was as if he was waiting for his orders at any time.

This is... Spirit of the Dream!

Zhou Yi was ecstatic. It was just as he expected. The Spirit of Dreams appeared at the last moment!

"You lost!"

With a sneer, Zhou Yi suddenly grabbed the Spirit of Nether Dream. In an instant, the flames burned the entire dark purple dagger and mixed with the dark purple light, instantly engulfing Yitri's body.

"Ah!

A howl of pain came from Eyre, who was on his hind legs in terror. Flames burned on his body, and even the smell of burnt flesh could be smelt from inside.

With a "clang," the sword fell to the ground, and the faint golden light suddenly disappeared from within. It was as if it was a blade without any bright spots.

Zhou Yi panted heavily. Sweat was still dripping down his forehead. That split-second just now was like death only a moment away from him.

At this moment, Zhou Yi only felt that he was too weak!

It was because of his weakness that the Spirit of Nether Dream did not want to acknowledge him, and Zhou Yi was scared every single time!

Strength was what had the most right to speak.

As the Dwarves were fleeing in all directions, Zhou Yi slowly stood up. At that moment, a familiar mechanical voice rang in his mind:

"Mission completed. Reward: Cracked Sword. Immediately begin teleportation. Return all your points …"

Zhou Yi no longer had the strength to care about this. His entire body collapsed to the ground and his consciousness became blurry …

Norse Mythology, on the Giant Clan Plains.

The sound of the Dwarves fleeing for their lives could be heard everywhere, and the corpses of the Dwarves were scattered all over the plains.

At the same time, the shouts of the Giant Clan sounded again and again. All the giants shouted Loki's name.

"Loki!"

Red-robed God stood in the middle of these giants with a dwarf's neck in his hand. The dwarf wore a full body of black iron armor. His face was pale and only fear was left in his eyes.

"No, this is impossible …" "Obviously, I already have the God Equipment Splitting Sword that God Odin bestowed upon me …"

Meanwhile, the Cleaving Sword that the Dwarf Eltek had spoken of quietly stopped at the feet of the Dwarf Eltek, as if mocking him.

"Before God... All of these are useless! "

A cold voice came out of Red-robed God's mouth. Flames instantly blossomed from Red-robed God's hands, and like petals, it completely ignited the dwarf, Yuri, and the rest of his body.

"Ah!

Miserable screams, struggling sounds, and the struggling sounds of the Dwarf Yitterry continuously rang out, like the symphony of hell.

Moments later, only a charred corpse remained in Loki's hand …

"Plop!"

The charred corpse fell onto the ground. Red-robed God slowly raised his head and looked at the other dwarves that were still alive and running away. The look in his eyes became more and more terrifying.

In the next moment, Red-robed God's body was gradually enveloped by the flames and floated into the air. Raging Flames Xiong Xiong was released from his body, and like a barrier, it enveloped the entire plain.

All the dwarves that were fleeing raised their heads in fear and looked at the sealed up plains. Their bodies were trembling.

They already vaguely understood that a terrifying massacre in hell was about to begin against the dwarves …

"God!"

The cries of the Giant Clan kneeling on the ground, together with the terrified cries of the dwarves, echoed throughout the entire plain …

On that day, the entire plain was filled with rivers of blood …

Norse Mythology, Loki Divine Hall.

"You are back, god."

The moment the elf girl saw Red-robed God, she respectfully lowered her head and said this.

Red-robed God didn't say anything. He just turned around and picked up a fruit from the side and ate it. Then, he looked at the elf girl with an indifferent gaze.

He knew that even if she was a beautiful elf girl, she was only one of the places that old bastard had created for him.

Since the old man had given him such a huge gift, why wouldn't he accept it?

A trace of a smile flashed across Red-robed God's mouth. He turned around and pounced on this elf woman.

After a night of lovemaking, the elf woman lied on the bed, gently caressing the side of the God's face and gently asking:

"God, what did you go out to do today?"

"You don't need to know. Your duty is to serve me, that's all." The God got up, put on his red robe as usual, and lightly said.

The elf girl was stunned for a moment. She suddenly realized that even though this God was so close to her, she still couldn't see through his inner world.

She became silent as she watched Red-robed God leave the shrine step by step.0

Red-robed God sat on the branch of an ancient tree outside the shrine. Just like before, his eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at the moon in the distance.

All of the miserable states of the Giant Clan were still fresh in his mind, but … There was nothing he could do but kill the Dwarves.

From the moment the old man became the Lord of the Gods, and obtained the Gungnir's Spear that only God could use, Red-robed God understood that he was no longer a match for him.

In other words, neither the old man nor Red-robed God could do anything to each other.

How laughable it was to have sworn a blood alliance …

Just then, the silhouette of an old man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of Red-robed God. He looked at him calmly and stopped in the air.

"My little brother, what did you do today?"

"Playing around."

The Red Cloaked Cannon casually said as it used its flame to ignite a leaf in its hand.

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