Tiga struggled to stand up. In the confrontation just now, Tiga originally intended to use a flying kick to hit the opponent's head at high speed, but the opponent was faster than him, and actually used a scimitar to directly counter his flying kick.

His energy was attached to his legs. Although he was using his body to fight against weapons, conventional weapons were just toys in front of him. How could his attacks be resolved so easily?

No, it's not about resolving it, it's about overcoming myself...

At the same time, Dagu also noticed the commotion of the people around him. He panted and struggled to stand up.

Kirieloid raised both his hands high and parallel, slightly above his chest. This was a fighting posture, but the hand with the palm facing up suddenly put his palms together and hooked up continuously, provoking Tiga to attack first.

Tiga stood where he was, but it was difficult for him to move forward.

In a flash, he used the Rampal light bullet and shot it quickly from his waist. This was an extremely fast firing method without charging. It was not only powerful but also unexpected.

The Kirieloid crossed his scimitars in both hands, and the Rampal light bullet exploded in the scimitars. The aftermath of the light bullet penetrated into his body. The Kirieloid suddenly dropped his hands, and blue light flew out from his arms. He looked unharmed.

The sky around had already darkened. In the originally bright sky, black, ominous clouds gathered and blocked out the sunlight.

Tiga was obviously surprised that Rampal's light bullet had no effect, and he stopped swinging his hand.

The Kirieloid twisted his neck, retracted the membrane wings behind him, once again assumed a fighting stance with his hands above his chest, and rushed forward.

Tiga was a step slower, but rushed forward without fear.

Kirieloid swung his arm, and the scimitar cut through the air, making a sharp sound. Tiga was unable to dodge, and his chest was cut horizontally, leaving dazzling sparks.

The scimitar in the other hand attacked again. This time, Tiga used both hands to resist it desperately. He blocked the opponent's arm before the scimitar was swung out, blocking the opponent's sharp blade from attacking. However, Kirieloid raised his foot and kicked him directly in the chest and kicked him out.

Kirieloid stretched out his arms high, showing his body and pressing towards the opponent without hesitation, attacking with a dazzling, raging attack. After several confrontations and switching of bodies, Tiga was completely at a disadvantage and had almost no power to fight back.

The black devil passed through the gap created when Tiga swung his arm to attack, and hammered Tiga hard with his elbow.

Under attack, Tiga staggered forward towards the black devil, who had already walked behind him.

Tiga turned around, put his hands together on his forehead, and when he left, his body had turned red.

Then he saw that the Kirieloid did the same thing as him.

As if mocking, the luminous body slanted on the demon's chest had already emitted a red light, and the black demon's muscles swelled, his body began to become strong, and the sharp armor on his body began to stand up. He seemed to be intoxicated, looking at his hands left and right, and then clenched them.

Tiga raised one hand into a fist and brought it close to his face. His fist was trembling slightly, not sure if it was out of anger or fear.

"Diga, die! Demons should die!"

"We don't need demons, angels will save the world,"

"God Kirieloid, God Kirieloid!"

In the sky, pale white lightning shuttled through it. As the dark clouds gathered, a white mist flowed out from the void and gathered under the dark clouds. In the thickest white mist that was almost completely invisible, a black door appeared from it, accompanied by dazzling lightning.

The door was not sacred at all. It looked like a blackened bronze relief or black marble. Although it was heavy and exuded a mysterious aura, it was shrouded in a dark atmosphere, much like the gate of hell in purgatory in the epic poem "The Divine Comedy" by the famous Italian poet Dante Alighieri.

Under the dark clouds and in the white fog, lightning created intricate light and shadows, making the entire gate gloomy and filled with an uncalmable feeling of terror.

Even so, those shouting underground shouted even more fanatically.

Tiga clenched his trembling fists and did not move for a long time.

The Kirieloid said through telepathy with real mockery;

[Look, Giant of Light, the people of this world don't need you. You are just a superfluous guy.]

[Even so...I will fight. ]

[Fight? You don't know anything. If we, the Kirieloids, don't lead humanity, humanity will eventually become extinct. Besides, you don't even have the ability to fight. Look at your hands, they're shaking!]

Tiga roared and rushed forward with his strong red body. The power and defense of this form were strengthened several times, which helped Tiga defeat the enemies who were in a difficult battle many times and helped them turn the situation around. The heavy punch he threw could deal a heavy blow to any enemy.

Kirieloid stood still, but suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the strong form of Tiga tightly, preventing the fist from moving forward an inch.

Tiga looked at the hand that was caught, then looked at Kirieloid again, exerting force, using almost all his strength, but Kirieloid still held the wrist tightly.

——Unable to make any progress.

Kirieloid's body did not move at all, but he gradually exerted force on his wrist and slowly turned the hand of the strong form of Tiga over. It was obviously a painful process.

Just as Tiga was about to hit Kirieroid's wrist with his other hand, Kirieroid let go in an instant, and the demon punched Tiga in the chest.

The red light had already started flashing, and Tiga was hit hard and retreated several steps.

Before he could come to his senses, his chest was cut open by the Kirieloid's wrist knife, which had shortened but was still sharp. This blow completely knocked Tiga back. He held his chest with one hand, and his chest heaved rapidly.

Facing Tiga who was completely suppressed in strength, Kirieloid stretched out a hand, gently hooked his index finger, then opened his hands, almost completely opening his chest.

——That means, no defense.

Tiga's hand almost made a sound just by the simple action of clenching it, and with anger, his red body's punch hit the smiling demon's chest with a force of tremendous force.

From this angle, from people's perspective, Tiga's back can be said to be standing still, while the devil with a black smile is almost understated, standing tall in front of Tiga as if enjoying a banquet.

The Kirieloid didn't move, didn't take a single step back.

Then, the devil swung his hand again, and this time the knife completely cut through Tiga's body. The sparks that burst out sharply, like fireworks, briefly illuminated the sky.

"God Kyrielod!"

"God Kyrielod!"

"God Kyrielod!"

Amid the carnival, the Kirieloid man looked like a winner, with his arms raised high in front of his chest and his hands raised high, and his male voice echoed throughout the city.

"Pray, the gates of heaven will open, and the gods will soon come!"

In the surrounding buildings that had not had time to evacuate, among the people standing on the ground, adults, children, the elderly, the infirm, women and children, almost all those who still had some sense were frightened silly.

They stayed in the darkness, watching the revelry of the black devil shouting loudly, while someone in the crowd echoed him fanatically. In the sky, behind the black gate, it seemed as if an ancient bronze bell was struck loudly.

Boom, boom, boom.

A crack opened in the black gate of hell, and a wisp of black gas quickly flowed out from the crack, dyeing the white mist black. The top of the door was carved with demon patterns that looked like ouroboros and Baphomet. Behind the "Gate of Heaven", there was an indescribable thing that seemed to be slowly pushing the door open.

Kirieloid put down his hand, with the black lines of a smile on his face. He looked at Tiga, who was half-kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his arms, and almost lost the desire to fight, and slowly extended his hand to him.

[Look, your resistance is in vain. The true gods are about to descend. Now there is still a chance, Light of Orion, surrender like this group of humans, we can forgive your sins, we, the god Kirielod, will guide you equally and lead you to a glorious path that will not be swallowed by the ruler of darkness.]

Those were calm and joking words, but Dagu's heart was entangled and gripped by powerlessness and even fear.

I can't win... The enemy is too strong, there's no way I can defeat them...

...How can I defeat such an enemy?...Failed? I don't want to lose, but the opponent is too strong. I can't think of any way to win...I can't think of any way to defeat him...

......What should I do............

Looking at Tiga who was almost giving up, although Kirieloid had no facial features and only a fake smile formed by black lines, he almost laughed in his heart.

That's it... That's it... Giant...

The light hit the Kirieloid, who was naturally unharmed, but he was stunned.

His original mentality of being confident of victory and having everything under control was broken, which made him very angry. His elegant look disappeared and he looked up coldly at the place where the light came from.

That was the fully armed Victory Swallow II, the Victory Swallow II piloted by Lina and Zongfang!

"Tiga! Your victory or defeat is related to the future of mankind! Don't give up!!!"

As if Tiga had heard the earnest call, he also raised his head and looked at Victory Swallow II. Unlike the cold gaze of the Kirieloid people, his gaze seemed to light up a fire in the darkness.

He slowly and struggled to stand up. Even though another fight might make him unable to stand up forever, he still stood up.

The temperature of the Kirieloid man dropped to almost zero degrees. If there was water in front of him, it would probably freeze in an instant.

[If you want to die, I will satisfy you. ]

The Kirieloid took a step back, keeping his other foot still, and slowly raised his arm to above his chest, assuming a fighting stance. Above his head, the gates of hell were opening in lightning.

..

The black hall in the building was in a mess. The damage and loss of the walls made people wonder why the building had not collapsed. The ground was covered with swords and sabers. There was no blood, but it was as if a war had been going on.

There were sudden footsteps on the stairs, and a man walked down, emerging from the darkness. His clothes were stained with red, and there was a strong smell of blood.

A battle with a spiritual being like the Kirieloid should not have such an exaggerated result. If it did, it proved that the battle was so brutal that even the body possessed by the enemy was torn apart and shattered.

He came to the lobby on the first floor. It was empty. Amid the charred wreckage of the war, there was only an ancient knife, sadly and silently stuck in the ground.

There was no one next to Gu Dao. With the arrival of the man, a gentle breeze blew in the hall, floating in the hall like some tiny elves dancing.

Empty... no one.

The man came to the side of the ancient sword. The sword was covered with miserable marks. The blade was even full of gaps and traces of being burned by flames. This was enough to prove what a fierce battle the owner of the sword had experienced.

Xia Long grasped the handle of the ancient sword with almost sadness in his eyes.

[Hello, Lord Xia Long, it seems you are safe. ]

The voice of Nishikida Kojuro Jinglong's greeting rang in my mind.

[.........You are not dead? ]

[Haha, look at what you said. Although I am indeed useless, it seems that Lord Xia Long can escape without me, but now I am indeed dead.] Jinglong said happily, [The body you created was completely destroyed, and the precious sword was full of wounds. I had no choice but to entrust my remaining soul to my beloved sword, and I was barely able to survive. Haha, it is really uncomfortable, the pain is no different from death, and now I can't even speak. If it weren't for you holding the sword, I wouldn't be able to express my thoughts.]

Xia Long was silent for a long time before he drew his knife and walked towards the main entrance of the hall. As he walked, the darkness around him receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrinking into the shadows, and light gradually emerged.

"It's good that you're not dead. Take care of your soul first. I can create a body for you later."

[This is really troublesome. Oh, I may have to wait for a long time. The same goes for my genuine product... It would be great if it could be repaired...]

Speaking of the sword, Jinglong indeed sighed a bit, but soon he got back to business.

[To be honest, when I am in this space, I always feel like I am not breathing real air. It seems like something big happened outside.]

"You're right."

Xia Long walked out of the hall. At that moment, the hall behind him was filled with dim light, but it was also clean and tidy, as if the previous battle was an illusion. He raised his head slightly. It was almost night outside. He watched the gate of hell gradually opening in the sky. In the distance, Kirieloid and Tiga with flashing red lights were confronting each other, and they made fighting gestures with each other.

He stared at the Gate of Hell for a long time, then lowered his eyes to look at Tiga.

"But... maybe this battle should be left to Dagu himself."