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“Why is this weapon with you?”

Timus’s eyes widened.

Mike was also slightly stunned. He wanted to retort to Timus, “How did you lose this sword when I lent it to you two hundred years ago?”

However, he decided to not say something that could blow his cover. Instead, he vaguely replied, “I found it in a dungeon.”

Timus opened his mouth when he heard that. It seemed like he wanted to ask something, but dared not ask anything now. He knew that there were more important things at hand that he needed to be attended to, and now was not the time to ask.

“Alright, then you can return this sword to me. I’ll deal with him.”

“Return it to you? This sword is mine. I’m lending it to you!”

Mike glared at Timus, and then handed the Greatsword of Meredith to Timus.

Timus smiled at that gesture.

It was impossible to decide whether to borrow it or return it, but it was not important to Timus now. As long as he could use the sword again, it would be enough.

When Timus held the Greatsword of Meredith, his aura drastically changed. With the addition of Mike’s Sword of the King, Timus had completely broken through his limits.

“Did you think you could stand a chance against me just because you’ve increased your powers from 50% to 100%? I myself have increased from 100% to 200%!”

“Let’s fight with all our might then shall we?”

Timus’s heart was already filled with a high fighting spirit. He raised his hand and turned the Greatsword of Meredith into the Staff of Meredith.

In the next moment, a large amount of water gushed out from the tip of the Staff of Meredith.

This water flow looked several times stronger than when Timus used it when he was empty-handed.

Immediately, the protective shield expanded manifold!

Originally, it was only able to cover the Violet Valley, but now, it quickly approached Ragnaros.

Originally, every time the fire rain droplet hit the protective shield, Timus’s body would tremble, but now, Timus stood his ground, unmoving.

Originally, it was as if he had suffered a powerful blow, but now, when the fire droplets touched his body, he felt nothing.

Seeing Timus’s change in appearance, Ragnaros narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be endless fury in his eyes.

“Timus, Timus, Timus!! I want you to die today!”

Timus looked at the being in the sky and smiled, “Funny… I was also thinking the same thing about you!”

In the next moment, Timus placed the stone sword on his back and held the Staff of Meredith in his right hand. He opened his left hand and released a hurricane spell.

In an instant, the storm carried a powerful force and pushed Timus into the air.

Mike, who was next to Timus, was almost blown away by the hurricane. He could only use the Sword of the King in his hand to block the oncoming wave. His feet desperately dug into the ground to contend with the storm, and only then did he manage to stabilize himself.

‘When he raised his head again, Ragnaros and Timus were already fighting in the sky.

Ragnaros kept waving his hands at Timus, and Timus used the now tumed Greatsword of Meredith in his hand to block Ragnaros’s attacks each time. It seemed that he was completely at ease.

Witnessing this scene, Mike was delighted. Timus was indeed powerful. He could even fight with the true form of a god. From the looks of it, Ragnaros was really going to die here today.

However, just when Mike thought that the outcome had been decided, Ragnaros suddenly revealed a ferocious smile.

“Do you think you’ve won? Ridiculous!”

In the next moment, his body seemed to have undergone some inconspicuous changes.

‘When Timus saw this scene, he frowned slightly, but he did not stop what he was doing. He suddenly swung the Greatsword of Meredith and it slashed towards Ragnaros with an earth-splitting aura.

With this powerful weapon, Timus believed that his combat ability would not be any weaker than Ragnaros.

Even if he was facing a god, he would still have the strength to fight!

However, something unexpected happened.

Ragnaros waved his right hand again like before, smashing it at Timus.

The moment Ragnaros’s right hand came into contact with Timus’s Greatsword of Meredith, the attacks did not slow down or stop at all.

Then, the Greatsword of Meredith cut through Ragnaros’s right hand like a hot knife cutting through butter.

At this moment, Temos was surprised.

He did not expect this to happen at all.

How strong was the body of a God? Even if he used a powerful weapon, he should not be so weak!

‘The next moment, Timus widened his eyes. The severed arm of Ragnaros managed to recover and continued to swing at Timus.

The Greatsword of Meredith in Timus’s hand was in the same situation as before when it struck Ragnaros’s head.

‘The weapon passed through Ragnaros, but did not cause any damage. Looking at the Greatsword of Meredith that passed through Ragnaros’s head, Timus’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

The next moment, Ragnaros’s right fist brought with it an extremely dense heat as it smashed towards Timus’s body.

However, this time, the fist did not pass through Timus’s body at all. Instead, it smashed heavily onto Timus’s chest.

In an instant, the sound of bones breaking sounded from Timus’s chest. Timus spat out a large mouthful of blood from it. His entire body felt as though a cannonball was smashed downwards.

With a loud bang, Timus fell from the top of the Violet Valley. The soil and dust on the top of the mountain rose into the air. For a moment, it was impossible to tell what was going on with Timus.

Mike’s eyes were filled with shock.

What was going on?

Why did Timus not cause any harm to Ragnaros even though he had attacked Ragnaros?

Moreover, when Ragnaros attacked, he managed to hurt Timus?

Could it be… that the gods were truly undefeatable!

Amidst the dust, Timus sat up with difficulty. He used the Greatsword of Meredith to support his body as he stood up.

No matter how strong a human became, there was still a certain limit they would end up reaching.

Even though Timus was half-human, he still had not escaped the limitations of being a human.

He knew he was not a player. Without the influence of the game system’s perks, he was just a body of mere flesh and blood.

At this moment, his chest had been smashed open with a gruesome wound. Furthermore, the wound had already been burnt to a crisp by the high temperature that Ragnaros had brought with him.

Although this had cauterized the wound to stop bleeding, the damage that had been caused was severe. Although the wound was slowly recovering due to the enhancement of the Sword of the King, Timus was already on the verge of collapse. Even standing up became extremely difficult.

“Timus, do you now see the trust? This is the difference between God and Man!

“You can’t defeat me!!”