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Alan felt the power of anger boiling inside him, every inch of his muscles seemed to be fueled, like a taut bow. He tightly gripped the long spear in his hand, took a deep breath, and concentrated his anger on the tip of the spear. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, staring fixedly at Attis.
"Are you ready, trash?" Alan asked in a cold voice.
Attis smiled, the scythe gleaming with a cold light. "Come, let me see this so-called power of yours."
Alan didn't reply; his suppressed anger had found its way out. He suddenly leaped forward, moving so fast that his figure was almost imperceptible. The dark red tip of his spear resembled a shooting star as it crossed space and headed straight for Attis.
Attis's pupils contracted, and he could feel the angry force of seeking revenge at the tip of the gun. Just as the critical moment approached, he quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the gun tip grazing his head. However, the speed at which it moved left a shallow mark on his face.
"Ridiculous, is this your full-strength attack?" Attis sneered disdainfully.
However, at this moment, Alan's movements did not stop at all. He quickly took a step, steadied himself, and at the same time, pulled back his gun with his right hand, stabbing out again. This time, his gun was even more fierce, carrying an irresistible force.
Attis quickly raised his scythe to block, and with a loud "bang," the sound reverberated in the air. The spear and scythe collided in the air, sparking. Attis exerted force, attempting to overpower Alan with his strength, and Alan felt a huge counterforce forcing him to retreat.
But he did not completely retreat. Instead, taking advantage of the opportunity, he quickly transformed a fully wound repeating crossbow from his hand, aiming directly at Attis. "Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh," three arrows shot out in rapid succession, incredibly fast.
Attis was caught off guard by this sudden attack. He quickly dodged to the side, but one arrow still grazed his arm, tearing open a gash.
While Attis was off balance, Alan suddenly swung his spear, aiming directly at Attis' abdomen. Attis instinctively used his scythe to deflect the spear, but Alan seemed to anticipate this, retracting the spear in an instant and evading the fatal blow. Before Attis could react, Alan drew his crossbow again and aimed at his leg.
"How dare you—" Attis didn't finish his sentence before the arrow struck his leg, causing him to let out a painful cry.
Alan felt the power of the god of anger boiling inside him like a volcano. Every nerve, every muscle was charged with this anger, causing him to forget all pain and fear. He tightly gripped the long spear in his hand, aiming it at the still howling Attis.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind - to end it all.
Alan took a deep breath and then used all his strength to throw the spear. The spear cut through the air, carrying a force like a tornado and emitting a sharp whistling sound. In the end, it pierced Attis's right shoulder like lightning.
"Ah—" Attis let out a piercing scream, as if he wanted to spread his pain throughout the world. But Alan remained as cold as an iceberg, showing no intention of giving Attis a chance to catch his breath.
Alan closed his eyes, feeling the power bestowed upon him by the god of anger. His hands emitted an almost transparent red aura, as if the weapon he held was no longer just a simple blade, but a sharp edge infused with hatred and anger.
"Go!" Alan roared in a low voice, almost screaming.
His left and right hands simultaneously transformed into larger and sharper spears. These spears not only carried all of his anger, but also a determination to destroy everything.
Then, he fiercely threw these two spears towards Attis.
The long spear was like two lightning bolts, cutting through the air and emitting a chilling howl. Attis seemed to realize the fate he was about to face, and a hint of deep fear finally appeared in his eyes, which were peeking out from under the burlap sack.
But it was all too late.
Puff! Puff! Two almost simultaneous sounds rang out, and the long spears pierced Attis's left shoulder and chest respectively. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering the surrounding ground. Attis's body was struck as if by a tremendous force, suddenly flying backward, and finally falling heavily to the ground, never to rise again.
Alan stood there, coldly watching Attis struggle in pain. There was no trace of pity or hesitation in his eyes, only the satisfaction of the anger that had completely erupted. At this moment, he finally felt that he was one step closer to his goal.
Alan traversed the battlefield wreckage and approached the struggling Attis lying on the ground. A burlap sack covered Attis's head, its spots already soaked with the fresh blood spewing from his mouth. Even in this condition, Attis was still spouting twisted righteousness.
"You don't understand, Alan! The Four Symbols will surely bring down divine punishment on you, because you have defied their will!" gasped Attis.
Alan sneered, "Divine punishment? What divine punishment are you still talking about?"
He stood in front of Attis, his eyes filled with disdain and indifference. "You pseudo-gentlemen always like to disguise yourselves as messengers of justice. It's ridiculous."
Then, Alan raised his hand and declared coldly, "I am the fifth god, the messenger of the god of anger. I am here to destroy you false apostles." Attis widened his eyes, but before he could react, Alan's hands suddenly emitted a blood-red light, and then hundreds of spears shot out from the ground, instantly piercing towards Attis.
"Fresh blood armed!" Alan murmured softly.
The long spear seemed to be guided by some invisible force, piercing through Attis's body in an instant, lifting him high on the spear. Attis's cries abruptly stopped as his body was pierced by numerous long spears, like a grotesque piece of art.
Alan looked at Attis with a long spear, his face showing no expression. Just then, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on Attis' body and the long spear, creating a strange sense of holiness.
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