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At the same time, the Amazon battle whores on the west side let out roars that echoed throughout the entire island, and the half-dwarf leader, red-haired blacksmith and others among them clenched their fists.

"Ding!" The bell of the Tower of Babel rang through the sky, and the hourglass on the magic crystal screen began to flow. The maze city on the other side of the mountains sent out a signal to start a war.

"So~! The war games officially begin!"

"War Game. Battle for the Divine Flower"——Officially Opens!

………………

In the auditorium on the 30th floor of the Tower of Babel, the entire ruins were projected with colorful spots of light onto the twelve mirrors surrounding it.

Each magic crystal mirror showed the battlefield scene from a different angle. The gods looked like children seeing new toys, and the whole space was filled with excitement.

"Hahahaha! Fight! Fight quickly!"

Loki put one foot on the coffee table, her burgundy ponytail swaying violently with her exaggerated laughter, and she was completely unaware that the divine wine in her hand spilled all over the face of the little god next to her.

"The battle between the blacksmith chick and the whore goddess! The best drinking show of the year!"

A silver bell-like chuckle came from the other end of the observation deck.

The goddess of beauty, Freya, reflected the panoramic view of the ruins in her grey eyes.

When she saw a black-haired boy cautiously walking through the stone pillars, the corners of her plump lips curled up dangerously: "What a youthful and adorable fighting spirit..."

Hermes stood alone in the shadows at the edge of the auditorium.

Unlike other excited gods, he stroked his chin as if he was thinking about a chess game, and his gaze under his feather hat was always following the west side of the ruins, where several Amazon warriors were quietly diving into the water and heading towards the territory of Hephaestus's family at a very fast speed.

"Bet placed, bet placed!"

The God of Commerce suddenly jumped onto the bar, the golden scales in his hand jingling. "[Hephaestus Familia] has a 3-to-1 odds, [Ishtar Familia] has a 1.5-to-1 odds! Increase your bet now and you can win—"

"I bet five million faris on Hephaestus!" said Guberniu, who is also the god of forging, raising his glass.

As Hephaestus is the largest forging clan in the city, Gubernyu does not want the other party to lose face for the forging clan.

"I'm betting on Goddess Ishtar to win."

"Me too."

All the male gods were excited and believed that the Amazon warriors would definitely win, and many of them looked at the silver-haired goddess Freya.

The latter was lazily playing with a strand of silver hair, as if he had just said that the weather was really nice today.

In this eerie silence, an explosion suddenly sounded from the magic crystal screen.

Ibri's excited commentary echoed throughout the stadium: "The fighting has begun! A skirmish has broken out at the east arch! Our camera will soon..."

The gods' attention was immediately drawn back to the battlefield, and the strange atmosphere dissipated instantly. Only Hermes noticed that Freya's eyes never left the black-haired boy moving through the stone forest. Loki opened his usually narrowed eyes, and a glint of light flashed in them that was even more dangerous than usual.

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Osa Ruins. Eastern Arch Battlefield

"boom--!"

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the ancient stone arch collapsed in the shock wave. Before the smoke and dust had settled, a huge figure two meters tall rushed out stepping on the rubble.

"I found you, you stinky dwarf bitch." Phryne dragged a double-edged battle axe as big as a door panel, and her thick legs left cracks on the ground with every step. Her pimpled skin was painted with fluorescent green battle patterns, and her grinning mouth revealed her uneven teeth.

Chun leaped up from the smoke and dust, the greatsword spinning in her hand, emitting a fiery arc of light. "Hey, isn't this the toad from the Ishtar family? What's going on? Did your goddess finally lose her temper with your face and drive you out to die?"

"Ugly bastard, are you provoking me? I'm going to nail your tongue to the trophy wall! I'm going to beat your ugly face until it's unbearable for anyone to see."

Phryne's pupils shrank into thin lines in an instant, and the giant axe swept across, and three cold lights chopped out in a fan shape.

"Shh-!"

Chun suddenly pulled out a red magic sword from her waist.

The moment the Crimson Demon Sword was unsheathed, the air was burned by the high temperature, forming twisted ripples. Wherever the sword blade passed, a gorgeous fire tornado roared and pounced on Phryne's face!

"Ahhh! My face!!"

Blazing flames exploded on the Amazon leader's pimpled face, and the smell of burning filled the battlefield. Phryne frantically slapped her smoldering cheeks, her green bean-sized eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

"You damn half-dwarf bitch! Do you know how much this face is worth?!"

"Hmph, it's just right to burn it. It saves you from looking at your reflection in the pool all day long and feeling sorry for yourself!" Chun sneered as he put the magic sword back into the scabbard and pulled out the black iron spear from his back with his backhand.

The two-meter-tall Amazon warrior roared deafeningly, and her giant axe came sweeping across with a sound of breaking through the air. Chun blocked it accurately with her spear, and the sparks from the metal collision flew like fireworks.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The two Level 5 first-level adventurers turned into two afterimages. The shock waves from the collision of their weapons continuously shattered the surrounding stone pillars. Every time Phryne's giant axe chopped down, the ground cracked, while Chun's spear swept through like a storm, leaving a scar on the opponent's wrist.

"Damn stinky dwarf bitch!!!"

on the other hand.

Osa ruins. Ruins battlefield on the south side.

The team of blacksmiths led by Welf came face to face with a dozen combat prostitutes led by the LV3 white-haired Amazon warrior Samira.

Welf Crozo's pupils reflected the Amazon warriors charging in front of him. Level 3 Samira's figure was as swift as a cheetah. Behind her, a dozen or so fighting prostitutes were holding scimitars and spears, their eyes burning with fanatical fighting spirit.

“Magic Sword Team, prepare!” Welf growled, and the forgers behind him quickly drew their magic swords from their waists, their blades gleaming with magical brilliance of different attributes!

Crimson flames, blue frost, golden thunder, and emerald green wind blades intertwined into a gorgeous web of death.

"put!"

boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, the battlefield was engulfed by the explosion!

The Flame Demon Sword slashed out a blazing wave of fire, instantly engulfing the three charging Amazon warriors. They screamed miserably in the flames, but continued to advance, waving their weapons. The Frost Demon Sword swept across, and the ground instantly froze into a smooth ice surface. The two female warriors slipped, and their armor was torn by the Wind Blade Demon Sword that followed. The Thunder Demon Sword turned into golden lightning, striking directly at Samira, but she narrowly avoided it by rolling sideways, and a charred deep pit was blown out on the ground!

The 30-story Tower of Babel——

"Is this Crozo's demonic sword?... It truly lives up to its reputation! The Amazon warriors were momentarily suppressed!!"

The fire magician Ibri Achar said excitedly.

"I am Ganesha ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Is this Crozo's magic sword, even more powerful than ordinary magic swords? How exciting." In the audience, Loki excitedly clapped his hands on the table, his burgundy ponytail swinging wildly. "Great! More explosions!"

"These blacksmiths... can actually suppress a Level 3 Amazon with their weapons?" Hermes narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Welf from beneath his feathered hat. "Krozo's magic sword is still so unreasonable..."

The powerful destructive force of Crozo's magic sword bloomed on screens in various places in Orario, shocking countless residents and adventurers.

It was thanks to the magic sword created by the Clozo family that the Kingdom of Lakia was able to conquer so many countries.

………………

Osa ruins. Ruins battlefield on the south side.

"Hmph, a few mere magic swords can't stop a real warrior! You little brat of Crozo! Don't think you can win with just a few toys!"

In the center of the battlefield, Samira's white hair danced wildly in the storm of explosions. She grinned ferociously, stomped on the ground, and rushed forward like a ghost!

boom!

Gravel flew everywhere, and the Amazon warrior rushed forward like a ghost, and actually rushed into the enemy camp despite the residual power of the magic sword!

Her figure was as fast as lightning. A blacksmith hastily raised his shield to block, but was kicked in the chest by the LV3 combat whore with his shield. He flew backwards and stopped after breaking two stone pillars!

“Ooooo… cough!”

Hephaestus's forger spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up, but Samira was already approaching like a shadow and hit his chin hard with her knee!

Click!

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the blacksmith fainted instantly!

"Hahaha! Too weak!"

Samira laughed wildly without stopping. She chopped off the other blacksmith's magic sword with a backhand, and then did a roundhouse kick, sending him flying several meters away!

"Lady Samira! We're coming!"

Inspired by her, the remaining Amazon warriors roared in battle, breaking through the magic sword's firepower and rushing into the enemy camp like a pack of wolves! With scimitars, spears, fists and feet, their melee attacks were like a torrential rain, instantly suppressing the blacksmiths' formation!

"Oh no! They're getting close!"

Welf gritted his teeth. Although the magic sword was powerful, due to the rules, he could not carry out a full-map fire bombardment. Unexpectedly, the Amazon female warriors seized the opportunity to attack and rushed up, forcing him to fight in close combat.

The blacksmiths of Hephaestus' family are not adventurers who are good at close combat. Once they are approached by the crazy Amazon warriors, the situation is reversed in an instant!

Wow!

At this moment, the lake behind the battlefield suddenly exploded with a huge splash of water!

"what?!"

Before several blacksmiths from Hephaestus's clan could react, several nimble figures suddenly jumped out of the water. They were the Amazon ambush troops led by the battle whore Lina!

"Go ahead."

Lina showed a devilish smile and punched a blacksmith on the back with her powerful fist, knocking him away instantly. He landed on a stone pillar with a crackling sound.

"Enemy attack! Ambush in the rear!"

Screams rang out one after another, and the originally solid defense line was attacked from both sides and collapsed instantly!

In the audience seats of the Tower of Babel, the emotions of the gods were completely ignited!

"Hahahaha! Well done! This is what fighting is all about! Close combat is king!"

"Tsk, the Amazon's tactical coordination is more difficult than expected... The Hephaestus Familia is in danger."

"Hurry up, hurry up, I want to see a river of blood!!"

"The Hephaestus Familia are still lacking in combat power. Of course, the main reason is that the Demon Sword is restricted. If they were to face the firepower bombardment of the [Krozo Demon Sword], even the first-level adventurers wouldn't be able to withstand it."

The gods who supported the [Ishtar Familia] were very excited, thinking that if things continued like this, Hephaestus's team of blacksmiths would be wiped out soon. Then, they would cooperate with the [Man Killer] to besiege the LV5 [Cyclops], and Hephaestus would basically have no chance of winning.

At the same time, the silver-haired goddess Freya gently shook her wine glass, her gray eyes reflecting the chaos of the battlefield, and the corners of her lips raised slightly.

The magic mirror didn't show any trace of the black-haired boy, or even that useless elf...

They haven't appeared yet.

In the abandoned temple to the west, the goddess Ishtar lazily leaned on her throne, overlooking the battlefield. A strand of hair was entwined between her fingertips, and a triumphant smile played on her red lips.

"See? These are my children... A true warrior cannot be defeated by a few magic swords."

Beside her, Tammuz stood with his head lowered and his hands folded respectfully in front of his abdomen.

On the southern battlefield, Amazon's offensive was as fierce as a raging wave.

Samira's white hair was dyed red with blood. She laughed wildly and waved her fists. Each punch was a powerful attack, forcing the blacksmiths to retreat step by step.

"Hahaha! Is this your limit?"

Samira kicked the enemy in front of her and punched the red-haired young blacksmith. "What's this [Krozo Demon Sword]? In the face of true power..."

call! ! !

Before Samira could finish her words, a strange gust of wind suddenly swept across the battlefield.

Chapter 114 The wind swept the whole place without any warning

The wind swept across the entire battlefield without warning.

At first, there were only a few uneasy air currents, which stirred up dust and sand and whistled between the stone pillars. Samira's white hair was blown into a mess. She frowned and looked at the sky. The dome, which had been clear just now, was now swirling with lead-gray cloud vortexes.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Samira spat out a mouthful of blood foam and pointed her strong fist at the scattered forgers. "Don't worry about this evil wind, let's deal with these blacksmiths first..."

The words stopped abruptly.

All the Amazon warriors' muscles tensed at the same time, and the crisp sound of metal touching the ground was carried in the wind, like stars falling on bluestone slabs.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Three figures suddenly flew out from the wind and sand. They were the fighting prostitutes who had been in the front. Fine lines of blood appeared on their bronze skin, and they had lost consciousness when they landed.

"W...what?" Samira's pupils contracted violently.

However, before she could react, the strong wind suddenly tore a gap.