Chapter 1126: Four Star Gods Surrounding Him

Emre fell into a state of shock and absurdity. This feeling was like seeing someone about to walk into a ditch, you desperately remind them 'turn back, turn back, turn back quickly', and then the other person just takes their head off and throws it away.

Originally thought that with the group damage sharing of the holy spirit, he should be invincible, so he didn't put the Little Angel in his eyes. This kind of combat attendant similar to the Lord of Radiance couldn't threaten him. He even kindly let the other party go home.

Very ordinary light feathers, a very simple gaze lock, yet it made Emre feel absurd. This endless, continuous damage was like a torrential downpour, impossible to dodge. It was simply too absurd; even group damage sharing was triggered, but the enemy's light feathers still showed no sign of stopping.

Without a word, run.

Emre turned and ran, but the possessed heroic spirit lagged half a body length behind, maintaining a forward-facing stance toward the enemy, raising a shield to block the light feathers.

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat... just like the sound of raindrops hitting a door or roof, the shield raised by the heroic spirit constantly shattered, was raised, shattered, raised, shattered. After cycling like this a dozen times, Emre discovered that he simply hadn't increased the distance from the enemy.

In the void, competing in speed against an enemy with wings, Emre had absolutely no advantage at all.

He couldn't endure it, and he couldn't run away. Emre turned his direction and swung his longsword at the little angel.

While swinging the sword, Emre's eyes caught that the place where the longsword had collapsed seemed to have recovered a little. It was actually repairing itself? At this speed, if left for two days, the collapsed part should be able to recover.

"As expected of a divine artifact!" Emre shouted in shock, and his whole body, guided by the longsword, broke through the sky full of light feathers and rushed toward the little angel.

Negris, who was talking about this kind of artifact, was very confused: "When did you start doing this kind of business? Fake artifact? Aren't you afraid of ruining your business reputation?"

Although Silver Coin is known as a profiteer, he actually pays great attention to business reputation and will never use inferior goods, let alone fake and shoddy goods. Selling fake goods will never appear in his chamber of commerce.

Other things are fine, but this accusation made Silver Coin immediately angry: "What fake artifact? This is a real artifact, okay? It's an artifact blessed by the Goddess of Dawn. Don't talk nonsense, I'll sue you for slander."

Negris asked unhappily: "Tell me, how does a god in charge of marriage bless a sword? Wish it a happy marriage? Match it with another sword? Or match it with a scabbard? Blessing armor is almost the same, at least she has the Wall of Dawn."

Silver Coin said: "Of course it's repairing cracks. The blessing of the Goddess of Dawn can repair the cracks in marriage. Pots, pans, beds, tables, and chairs blessed by her are symbols of marriage. Cracks can also be slowly repaired. Weapons and armor are naturally the same."

"Ah? Automatic repair? Does Dawn have this ability? This can really be called an artifact." Negris was surprised.

"Yes, I said her divine skill is a waste if she doesn't go blacksmithing, so she went blacksmithing now." Silver Coin said.

Negris's eyes widened: "Blacksmithing? She went blacksmithing? Really?"

"Yes, I opened a forge for her. I have to say, her Wall of Dawn is the hardest hammer."

"The Temple of Dawn is managed by Farati now. Lisa suggested she open a marriage introduction agency, and then invite some bards, composers, playwrights, song and dance troupes, with the theme of the Temple of Dawn, to create a series of marriage and love-themed works, which are very popular." Silver Coin introduced some situations of the marginal characters in the team.

Can it still be like this? Negris listened dumbfounded: "Can Farati do it?"

"What's impossible? The Temple of Dawn has nothing to do with Dawn anyway. She just doesn't make trouble." Silver Coin said unhappily.

The Goddess of Dawn is the most useless one in the Temple of Dawn. Her going blacksmithing doesn't affect the operation of the temple.

The Goddess of Dawn is locked in the Endless Cage. The one supporting the operation of the temple outside is Farati. Without Farati working hard to help others match marriages, Dawn would have long since dried up.

"Speaking of this, any clues about those crystal wall mages, people of the boundless?" Negris asked.

Almost forgot if not mentioned. When saving Dawn, the crystal wall mages and people of the boundless encountered later did not appear again. Those crystal wall mages can sacrifice their lives to catalyze the plane will, and can also create spatial transformation barriers like the Endless Cage. Whether it is technical level or power level, it cannot be underestimated.

Anthony knows this better, because information from Silver Coin's side will be gathered here. Anthony said: "No clues, just disappeared, don't know if it's deliberately hiding, or there aren't many people left."

Negris nodded indifferently. Even if those crystal wall mages have the ability to sacrifice the plane will, it doesn't make sense. Who doesn't have a plane will these years?

With the little sapling, little ghost, and Kram here, the plane will will only be beaten by a group.

Just then, Anthony suddenly shouted: "Good, the sword saint is desperate. He exploded, he swung his long sword, picked away the light feathers, his sword skills are amazing, he broke open a channel, is approaching the Little Angel, decisive enough, close, close, the Little Angel hit his eye! Ouch, why is it this move again?"

Although everyone is chatting, in fact, everyone's attention is on the field. At the critical moment, they will immediately return to the theme. If they encounter exquisite responses, Anthony will even explain it, fearing that those who don't know martial arts won't understand.

As Emre thrust his longsword forward, he kept shaking it, flicking and exploding the light feathers in front of him one by one, forcefully carving out a path so he could close in on the little angel.

Under these circumstances, his response was undoubtedly exquisite, but the difficulty was extremely high, just like using a sword to flick away the rain above one's head on a rainy day. It showed the high level of Emre's martial arts.

Of course, he couldn't pick them all away, but the few that leaked through were not enough to break his protective heroic spirit. It's a pity that approaching the Little Angel is not a good thing.

The Little Angel released flame feather bombs not because she was good at long-range attacks, but because Ang didn't let her kill. She liked close combat more when sent to her door, and her move was a big move—Friendship Breaking Face Fist.

This was completely different from the force used against Negris. Emre was punched in the eye socket, and the protective heroic spirit was almost blasted away. Just as he barely stabilized, he found that the little angel had already squeezed in front of him, and her little fists were already hammering in a series.

Group damage sharing had limits; once the threshold was exceeded, the damage could not be passed on. The little angel's fist attacks could easily exceed the threshold. Emre was indeed highly skilled in martial arts, parrying several dozen punches, but he was forcefully broken through his protective heroic spirit and knocked unconscious by a wing.

His origin fighting spirit has no destructive power at all under this excessive holy power, just like the fire of immortality meeting a typhoon day, no matter how high the level is, it is useless.

When he woke up, as soon as he opened his eyes, he shook all over, only to see four Star Gods surrounding him, leaning over and looking curiously.