Reincarnation Paradise: Giant Treasure Chest

"You may not believe it, but a super powerful person has come to this world. You don't have to work so hard anymore. Just leave everything to her."

Wan Lisha laughed. "Yes, I know. I've done so much, and I've contributed so much to this world. I've persisted in the Black Storm for so many years, and the Painting World was almost completely destroyed. Now I'm ready to enter the Deep Sea Era."

Having said that, Wan Lisha continued in a ridiculous and sarcastic tone:

"The gods have arrived! The savior has arrived! This world on the verge of collapse can be saved!"

"I have carried so many lives, acclimating them to the abyss. I intend to extinguish the flames and usher in a new era. Now, the gods have arrived!"

"All the sacrifices of us, the painting messengers, and the entire painting world have become meaningless!"

"How can this group of ignorant, short-sighted traitors be allowed to peacefully prosper again? Even the people who redeemed them were deemed fools and buried in the depths of history. Even their ancestors died in battle, buried deep underground for thousands of years, unheeded?"

"Why?"

The crystal ball spun and showed it was true.

"So, you plan to destroy this world and make them remember the Painting Messenger and you? Just for this? You could tell them, for example, and have them build a monument for you?"

Morey made his suggestion cautiously.

"It's useless. Only the quiet destruction of the world after the flames are extinguished can make them remember."

Wanlisha regained his composure.

The pillar of light descending from the sky of the royal capital attracted everyone's attention, but the point where the pillar of light landed at the core of the cult made everyone stay away.

Except for one person.

"Do you know how I came to this world? Painting Messenger Wanlisha?"

A teasing voice came from outside.

Morey was surprised and happy to hear the voice. The voice belonged to the super boss Avia.

Aivia walked in from Wanlisha's door and continued:

"Someone in this world prayed to me. The history you thought was unknown, the names of the ancient gods, are still passed down in places you can't see, in the wild gathering places you abandoned, by the mouths of those who struggle to survive."

The crystal ball changes unpredictably and what it shows is true.

[The contractor has activated a new mission: Win the World War. Do you accept?]

Morey's eyes almost popped out when he looked at the refreshed tasks.

Facing Ivia, Wanlisha stood up straight, holding two swords one thousand and one, and took a fighting stance.

"Your revenge on the world is your business. I won't stop you. Tell me where the hole in the abyss you used to create the Painter is, and I'll plug it."

Aivia has no intention of fighting Marisa.

Wanlisha remained silent and changed from a defensive posture to an attacking posture.

The two long swords in his hands lit up with gold and silver respectively.

"Golden Remnant Light and Dark Silver Remnant? Who are you to Kiaraan?" Ivia asked after recognizing the light on Wanlisha's two swords.

"Don't you have something you want people to remember? Isn't the history of the world passed down? Why are you asking me now?"

Wanlisha sneered, as a response to Ivia's condescending attitude.

"Kieran is Kiaraan, he was eaten by him!" Morey said in one sentence.

The next moment, the sound of wind and thunder came from Ivia's hands. Ivia picked up the giant thunder gun as a melee weapon and stabbed it straight at Wanlisha who was on full alert.

The giant thunder spear broke through half of the royal capital. Amidst the huge roar, Ivia pushed Wanlisha, who was blocking the attack, into the black storm outside the city.

A gap was instantly created in the royal capital's protective magic circle, which was then blocked with great difficulty.

In the midst of a heavy snowstorm, Wanlisha laughed happily:

"That's it, the king of the deep sea era, displaying his majesty to the fullest!"

While saying this, Wanlisha finally eased the impact of Ivia's attack and began to leap flexibly like a ghost.

The deformed limbs behind him, which looked like dead trees, now transformed into butterfly-like wings, waving the power of the abyss as they flew along with the blizzard.

Ivia released the power in her hands, and a whole formation of bright lightning spears lit up behind her, chasing the flying Wanlisha and shooting continuously.

Wanlisha, who had analyzed the magic left over from the Age of Gods, was not willing to be outdone. On his wings, a large number of dark blue magic circles also lit up, gaining a great bonus in the blizzard rich in the power of the abyss. He clashed with the lightning spear formation shot by Ivia in the air.

Because of this bombardment, many holes appeared in the blizzard.

In the gap between magic and lightning spears, Wanlisha did not run away. Instead, he crossed the giant sword and passed through the blizzard. He fell from the sky and slashed at Avia's head with a long sword emitting a faint golden glow.

"The Golden Remnant Light is not used like this." Ivia did not use two greatswords, but took out the same two greatswords as Wanlisha, and lightly stabbed Wanlisha's wrist when he jumped down to attack.

Wanlisha paused slightly in the swing of his greatsword, and used his wings to forcibly rotate his body in the air, then used the silver-white glowing greatsword in his other hand to stab Ivia's throat.

Ivia did not step back to dodge, but faced the sword. A second before the sword touched her body, she bent her body backward, then twisted her body softly, put a big sword against her back, lay on her back, stabbed Wanlisha's abdomen with the big sword, and then slashed it hard.

Wanlisha quickly raised his body to dodge, but failed to completely avoid the vertical stroke. The Pope's robe was cut open from the front, revealing his body that was as thin as a dry tree.

"You keep saying that you want the world to remember your contributions as painters, but in the end you can't even inherit Kiara's power."

Ivia said disdainfully.

Wan Lisha's strength is not enough to kill the agile Qialan. Qialan should be willing. After two fights, Ivia realized this.

Aivia's words angered Wanlisha.

The thick power of the abyss erupted from the withered Wanlisha's body, and the glimmer of gold and silver disappeared from his sword, covered by black flames and purple light.

Not only that, Wanlisha also created an identical clone, which crossed its swords and quickly slashed towards Ivia.

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At this time, in the broken bishop's room, the battle angel Zelina also came to Morey's side and was about to take her away.

Morey looked at the World Core that was so close to him and swallowed.

Chapter 217 The Death of the Clown

[Neutral units have obtained the world core. The coordinates of the world core are being released...]

[New forces are entering this World War. Entrance completed. This new force is: Apocalypse Paradise.]

[Apocalypse Paradise has obtained the world core, and the coordinates are now open...]

When Morey accepted the suicidal mission and picked up the core of the world, a series of announcements from the Void Tree were immediately released.

"What are you doing?" Zelina also saw this series of announcements and asked with a tingling scalp.

"Seize the world for Apocalypse Daddy! You can handle it, right? You're a supremely powerful battle angel!"

Morey licked his lips and asked.

"What the hell!" Zelina almost jumped up.

After Morey jumped sides in the core area of ​​the cult, the violators who were originally loyal to the cult were furious and began to search for Morey's location.

"Run!" There is a world of ownership benefits. Although Zelina felt dangerous, she did not blame Morey and started to escape with Morey.

Wanlisha and Ivia, who were fighting outside the city, also received the reminder, but neither of them cared. From the very beginning, Wanlisha regarded the silly Morey as the heir of this world.

After Aiweiya blocked Wanlisha's slash, she spoke in the world communication channel:

"Morey, go hide on the Black Abyss. If you run into danger, activate the Raging Sun mode."

After the enraged Wanlisha split into two clones, he no longer tried to use Kiaran's power, but instead began to use the power he had developed himself to coexist with ice and abyss.

Every time he attacked, he brought with him the power of the abyss and ice.

Together with his clones, they attacked Avia alternately.

Wanlisha's whistling slashing attacks brought about the cooperation of a continuous snowstorm. The only sound in the air was the dull sound of swords clashing.

Wanlisha's attack ability was far from enough to break through Ivia's impeccable defense. He could only try to hide his body with the help of the blizzard, constantly changing his position to avoid Ivia's defensive counterattack.

There is a decisive gap in power between the two. Even though Wanlisha is always in a superior position and tries to suppress Ivia with his clones and double swords, he is often repelled at the moment the swords intersect.

Wan Lisha didn't have the ability to exchange with his clone at any time like the Sword Demon. Every time Ivia counterattacked, he was knocked far away and had to rely on the power of the black storm to ease the pressure.

Moreover, Ivia's fighting style is completely different from the heroic battles that Wanlisha desires. It is terrifyingly stable.

In this way, after the black storm ends and he loses his cover, Wan Lisha will be kicked to death like a wild dog on the roadside. This is not the death he expected!

Wanlisha became more and more anxious.

"You coward!" Wan Lisha couldn't help but shout.

"Do you still have the glory of being a god?" Wan Lisha cursed and followed the clone again, slashing at Ivia's waist with the ice sword.

Ivia easily deflected the sneak attack from the ice sword. Amidst the flying ice chips, Ivia raised another sword and thrust it forward with great force.

The move was simple but extremely effective. Wanlisha could only block it with the Black Flame Sword. With the help of Ivia's straight thrust, he easily avoided the vital points, inflicted a new wound on himself, and retreated.

"Don't you have any glory of a strong man?" Wanlisha rode on the surrounding black storm, floating in the wind. The gorgeous magic circle summoned dark blue ice balls that turned into spikes and shot towards Ivia like raindrops.

Aivia responded by taking out several shields to block. The slowing effect and damage caused by these ice spikes had no effect on Aivia, but it did hurt.

Not only around, Ivia even raised her shield to block above her head and withstood this round of attacks without any injury.

Wanlisha is unwilling!

Another round of ice spikes fell like a heavy rain. Ivia didn't feel ashamed at all and continued to play the turtle and resolved this round of attacks.

Wanlisha was furious and created a second clone to follow, attacking Ivia from three sides after she retracted her shield.

The sword lights of the six great swords blocked all of Ivia's evasive directions. Ivia did not try to defend herself this time, but swung her straight sword and slashed at the main body of the three figures at a faster speed.

After a simple slash to force Wanlisha back, a gap appeared in the blockade of the gorgeous sword light. Ivia took advantage of the situation to chase and slash at the retreating Wanlisha all the way.

After the second clone was separated, there was a clear gap in speed between the two clones and Wanlisha's original body.

Wanlisha retreated at full speed, and his two clones couldn't keep up, but Ivia was able to chase him.

Wanlisha had to escape into the depths of the black storm, trying to fly again.

But Ivia didn't give him the chance to take off. Without the protection of his powerful clone, Wanlisha had no chance to take off under the suppression of Ivia's two swords.

With a swish, Wanlisha's body, who was barely able to defend himself, was unable to block Ivia's swift slash, and a part of his shoulder was cut off.

Even though Wanlisha is now half an abyssal creature, he will lose his ability to move if he suffers a few more attacks like this.

Wanlisha had to merge his clones and let his clone slash at Ivia from behind.