Chapter 335 Fire of War

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The remains of the dragon fell on the sea near the Eastern Continent. Books and mountains sank into the ocean, stirring up splashes of water within a radius of hundreds of miles. An unprecedented tsunami was brewing, but it lost its voice in a blink of an eye.

They raised their heads and saw the white tower rising from the ground, thunder and storms surrounding them, and in the dark world, poems praising the truth sounded.

Thunder and the ocean, wisdom and knowledge, the birth of another god with multiple paths in this world is like a great momentum rolling in and cannot be resisted.

The light of the morning light flashed on the sword of the God of War. The God of Death stood silently by the river that divided life and death. The Mother of Heaven looked at the white tower rebuilt on the wreckage of the Temple of Knowledge in the distance, and her eyes were far away from the God of War.

Collide.

Today's battle is destined to be unable to fight. They looked at each other and at the same time developed a subtle feeling of a rabbit's death and fox's sorrow, and then retreated one after another.

"Disaster is coming, please leave with me. Mother's arms will always be your warmest harbor."

In the sky of Fenerport, layers of white clouds form a soft female figure holding a baby, and a voice that makes people want to cry sounds in the ears of every believer of Mother Earth. They praise their mother at the same time,

He knelt down devoutly and kissed the earth.

The ground rumbled and shook, and the land of the whole country began to rise. The earth God showed the power of the gods. He slowly lifted up the land of the Kingdom of Fenerboth. The women in the clouds took their steps and led their believers.

Let's walk west together.

He changed the plate tectonics of the Northern Continent with the power of the God of Earth, moved Fenerport away from the Kingdom of Ruen, and allowed Segar and Renberg to border with the Kingdom of Ruen, and his own Fenerport walked out of these.

The encirclement of the country has become the westernmost country in the northern continent.

In an instant, several countries moved hundreds of kilometers with the pace of God, like a puzzle of reorganization being disrupted by the hands of the gods.

In an unprecedented miracle, the followers of Fenerport prayed enthusiastically, praising the kind mother who protected them.

The earth trembled, and a violent shaking passed. Fenerport successfully fell on the new land. The rich breath blew, and the earth was connected again. Lush flowers and forests grew into the border, protecting Fenerport tightly.

Lord of the Storm, the God of Knowledge, looked at the dragon's corpse completely sinking into the sea, and then turned around and gave a cold glance to the future Black Emperor in the capital of Narenburg.

George III suddenly felt like a ray of light on his back. Under the gaze of the tyrant whose sequence was higher than his own, He, who had not yet ascended to the throne, felt unprecedented irritability and anxiety, just as the secular imperial power was suppressed by the divine power, and the emperor had no choice. After a few seconds,

He sighed and untied his connection with Lenburg, Segar and Masek. These believers immediately woke up from the turmoil and regained their faith in the God of Knowledge.

"The country belongs to you, but the faith of the people is not only to you."

The tyrant's gaze moved away from Prince Shixu, and the thunder rolled through the clouds, making a rumbling sound, like the wheel of a carriage slowly sailing over the clouds. The thunder fell down with a bang, splitting the earth under his feet,

The Cathedral of Truth collapsed halfway.

Suddenly, it seemed as if an indescribable breath passed by, dyeing everything around him with blood.

The sound of fighting, shouting, and sneering were blowing like a storm in the ears of all living beings. The smell of rust blew up with the wind. People seemed to have arrived at the battlefield in an instant, and they couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate, and guarded all the people nearby.

Enemies seem to be everywhere.

Behind the layers of seals, a dark red flag stained with blood automatically became a battlefield.

In a certain prophecy, the white tower connecting the sky will be swallowed by disasters. Now, this prophecy has changed. The process of this world has gradually deviated from a certain scheduled script and began to move towards more chaos and chaos, but there are new ones.

The ending of hope is like Pandora's magic box being opened in the myth, releasing disasters, disasters, wars, diseases and deaths, but a little light remains at the end.

In the distant Intis, Medic, who was dozing off on the terrace with his legs crossed over his shoulders and basking in the sun, suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head, his eyes passed through the sun, and reached the infinite sky covered by clouds, and his face gradually changed.

A big hand made of lightning reached out and picked up the dark red flag.

Leodro glanced at the flag, snorted in an unknown sense, then waved it hard, the flag fluttered in the wind, and the symbol of blood and disaster suddenly came to the earth, the red light crossed the border, crossed the sea and the sky, and went straight to the distance.

The border of Intis!

The angel of war suddenly stood up, and the red stream of light and flames formed a long sword in His hand. He jumped high on the railing of the balcony, and with the blazing white flames, he jumped towards the approaching war fire!

At the same time, a huge mechanical roar came from the world, like countless gears running, steam machinery rumbling, Intis's sky was darker, "Perfect" built a perfect guardian barrier, even the white clouds

It is also given the concept of steam.

The two sides finally collided!

The huge air wave was blocked from the border, but it suddenly overturned the border of Intis, and the stone tablets that divided the country were cut in half. The earth was instantly plowed by countless wind blades and flames, vegetation and houses.

All were destroyed in less than a second, and no one survived.

The white clouds in the sky were swept away, the sky was clear and the thunder gradually rose.

"Leodro!"

The Red Angel stood on the spire of the Cathedral of Light, leaning on a long sword, and laughed at the approaching storm in the distance, "I finally looked a little bit, otherwise I would not even be qualified to stand opposite the Lord! No, you were not qualified either!

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“Medic.”

The voice of the Lord of the Storm was heard by thunder. He stood there with the banner of war. He was the symbol of disaster.

"This is probably the last battle between us."

A hideous smile gradually climbed onto the face of the angel of war. He held a giant sword burning flames in his hand. The misty red light instantly enveloped the entire Intis. All the hunters were given the power of the angel of war at the same time. They could all be

Medici, they can all be conquers!

The red light will continue to expand, and when this army takes action, it is destined to turn everything around into ruins of the sea of ​​fire.

"Then come on, Leodro!"

Medic laughed loudly, and the blazing flames spread out in the sky like the ocean, burning wildly. Behind him, in the endless white mist, searchlights lit up one after another, huge and unimaginable

Things come to the earth like never before. He is the embodiment of gears and machinery. He is the physical law of steam and the world. Everyone prays to Him. Every technology is spread by Him!

In the white mist, there was a faint light of the sun and tiny lightning flashing.

These new technologies have not yet formed a complete symbol, but since they already exist, they are destined to be passed down for one day.

Within a second, countless people around the world were throwing copper pennies into gas meters, steam engines rumbling, steamers sailed on the sea, and airships rose in the sky. Some borders were led by the "Civilization Enlightener"

Humans are naturally the anchors of the "civilized enlightener".

After the angel of war laughed, his tone suddenly became sarcastic again, full of anger and hatred:

"Let me see what you traitor, you, have learned in the thousands of years of corpse-positioning meals!!"

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When the outside world was gradually swallowed up by war, the distant eastern continent became as peaceful and peaceful as a paradise.

The tides when Herabgen fell failed to pass through the sea of ​​ruins of the God War, and naturally they would not affect the people of the Eastern Continent.

In the distant city of Silver, people share mushrooms of different flavors, talk about the monster's meat and the taste of mushrooms, and chat in groups of three or five in a sunny place, peaceful and comfortable.

Among them, a child with two or three years old, silver-gray hair and blue eyes was held in his arms by his mother, holding a small piece of jerky in his mouth, and his eyes kept looking into the distance.

In the round tower of Silver City, there is a specially arranged room.

A pile of dark blue ice cubes piled up there, like a hill.

Derick, without carrying his own weapon, stood in front of the iceberg with empty hands, praying devoutly:

"The fools who do not belong to this era..."

After reciting the name of the Lord and uttering his request, he glanced at the chief of the "Six-Person Representative Group" waiting in the distance, and walked towards the pile of ice.

Seeing this, Colin, who was carrying two swords, held a bottle of golden liquid emitting light and heat in his hand, and walked closer to him, watching Derrick get into the pile of ice and bury himself completely without leaving any gaps.

The deep and hazy darkness suddenly came, and even if lightning flashed across the sky, it could not illuminate the place.

In an instant, an indescribable surge appeared around, as if a pair of eyes cast their eyes from the depths of the darkness, and a force that seemed to erase people from the world quietly emerged.

Colin Iliad could clearly feel Derick fall asleep, and his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly, and he did not wake up even though he was frozen by the ice that could not be melted normally.

He stopped hesitating and threw the bottle of potion forward, and a ghostly transparent figure appeared and wrapped it.

The figure walked through the dark blue ice and came to the small space that Derick had propped up, took out the potion, and poured it into Derick's mouth.

As soon as this action was completed, it immediately retreated and left the ice pile.

brush!

Colin Iliad suddenly drew his straight sword and slashed to the right rear, slashing out a stream of yellow pus and a monster full of rotten eyes.

This came out from nowhere!

At this moment, Colin Iliad saw a blazing light rising from the pile of blue ice, and a pure light that was different from lightning was thrown around, warm, warm, bright and full of vitality.

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This reflected Colin's eyes, as if they were from before the dark age.

And deeper in the Eastern Continent, in the Moon City, guarding the gray fog barrier.

The high priest Nime repeatedly pondered the three names of "fools". Looking out from the tower where the priest lived, the hunting team that encountered a miracle that day was still surrounded by people, telling it over and over again

That high and slight aura, the sweet and wind that makes people reborn.

People were fascinated by the hearing, and in the repeated narratives, the budding of their faith gradually grew.

Miracles and missionaries brought a lot of food, and it was pollution-free, non-toxin-free, and even food that could remove toxins. Therefore, in the past few days, patrol teams tried to go deep into the darkness, looking for the one who seemed to come from the sacred scriptures.
To be continued...