() The architectural structure of this side hall complements the entire temple. It combines the wisdom of the dwarves and the top craftsmen of the ancient continent. The cast iron pillars supporting the entire dome are carved with statues of the dwarf kings. The entire dome is made of

Metal foil creates repeated three-dimensional patterns and patterns.

Make the large murals painted on the top come alive. If the entire Ironforge still stands in the world, the light of the rising and setting sun will be projected onto the dome through the small holes in the wall, making these originally

Dead objects may be turned around. The light will beat happily in the metal foil, using the illusion produced by the bending and eyes to make the characters depicted on the mural seem to be alive.

Coupled with the gorgeous decoration inside, the dwarves seem to have used all the wealth of the entire tribe to decorate the entire temple. A large number of diamonds, crystals, emeralds, rubies, amber, pearls, corals, coal jade and ivory are embellished among them.

.The gorgeousness is frightening, and the luxury is suffocating.

The arched dome is full of tension. It is the masterpiece of Lupta, the top craftsman of the dwarves. It has a double structure, dark on the outside and bright on the inside. This dome can only be regarded as one-half of the entire temple. Despite this, its birth is full of

There were twists and turns. The first one was designed by Froed Gangzers.

After years of research and time, this forging master has the best forging technology in the world and has created many novel equipment. The metal foil on the dome is from his handwriting, and every inch is soaked with his sweat and hard work.

After six years of non-stop work, Froed Gangzers died suddenly of overwork.

He was succeeded by Kesotho Agni. He drew lessons from the design of the Stampa tribal temple at the top of Mount Targon in the Gargantan Mountains. It emphasized the contrast between darkness and light, and carved out a large number of small holes on the outer wall of the side hall.

The holes allow a large amount of light to penetrate every corner of the side hall.

Ten years later, Lupta took over the work of the aging Kesotho Agni. With the theme of "Work and games are fun, and the heart is as stable as a rock", he painted the scene of the dwarves' conquest on the back of the metal foil.

.The beams and columns of the entire side hall were cast with smelted pig iron.

Those lifelike sculptures were made by the hands of Kesotho. Agni.

The paintings of dwarf kings, warriors, and martyrs left too many memories of majesty, coldness, and pain to the dwarves, making people involuntarily have the urge to worship them.

But now, the temple, which had long been sleeping in the Black Stone Abyss, was completely buried by the magma erupting from the ground. Centuries later, the peace of the temple was broken again. A group of humans are using sculptures on the walls and hollow metal foils to fight hard.

Climb on the dome.

Their fingers were cut with sharp and thin foil and were bleeding. The excruciating pain kept making them moan and groan from their throats. Large beads of sweat on their foreheads flowed down their cheeks to their collars.

Edmund blinked his eyes wildly several times. The constantly closing eyelids squeezed out the sweat that flowed into his eye sockets. His eyeballs were stung red by sweat, and a large number of capillaries were densely covered throughout the whites of his eyes. As an ADC magician, he

He is not good at physical strength at all. Even the berserkers under his command can climb much easier than him.

At this time, no one could help the so-called "Holy Son". Under everyone's feet was the yellow-green poisonous gas that spread throughout the floor of the side hall.

Drake obviously deceived them, but this little trick was quickly exposed after his death. Even the last lie of an honest man's life turned into a joke.

Edmund cursed Derek hard. If this guy hadn't been wasting time, how could he be in such a mess? He looked around and saw that except for a few close confidants who gave him a hand from time to time, the others were already there.

We are almost climbing to the dome. At the front are Molotov and several of his men. These screeners who have mastered the degradation skills have more than tripled their size at this time.

The polar bear team members have also degenerated in different directions. For example, Molotov has now turned into a werewolf more than two meters tall, and the rest have the forms of bears, lions, cheetahs, etc. But these

The overall level of the guys is uneven.

The best Molotovs are no different from wolves except for retaining a human head. Others are different, some only have legs that become the hind legs of a cheetah, and some have bears.

paws.

However, their HP value exceeds 1500 on average, and with the blessing of equipment, it is not a problem to exceed 2000.

The reason why Molotov climbed so fast was that he didn't want to be corroded into a pile of rotten flesh by the poisonous gas. On the other hand, his professional position as a soldier forced him to act as a tank in front. There was some kind of killer lurking on the dome.

"Monster!" No matter if the monster is a human or a ghost.

In short, it is not easy to deal with, especially in this extremely unfavorable terrain. Who the hell has ever tried to hang on the roof to fight? Molotov took a breath, and his huge body made him have to climb up every meter.

Spend twice as much power.

This reminded him of a sandwich, and they were the piece of green cabbage sandwiched in the middle. They were fragile and could be turned into pulpy crumbs with a little bit of teeth, and then they were swallowed down the throat and slid into the stomach pouch to be digested by acid.

It's spotless.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the bear crawling to his left suddenly let out a scream, and his right hand immediately detached from the metal foil as if it was electrocuted. It seemed as if it had been scratched by something extremely sharp, and the entire palm was broken off at the wrist.

A large spurt of blood hit Molotov's face, and the warm warmth and fishy smell lingered no matter what.

But the bear didn't even know what hurt him, he just yelled in horror, "I'm hurt, my God, my hand is gone!"

Molotov wanted to dig out this idiot's throat, shouting like this would only attract a lot of attacks! An unnoticed thin line slipped across his field of vision. He fished it out hard, and the tentacles were extremely sticky and slippery.

The harder he tightened his grip on the filament, the more effortlessly it was dragged away from his hand.

It's like trying to catch the air with your palms, but you can't catch it.

Then, Molotov felt a strange tingling sensation in his palm. When he looked closely, he saw that the skin on his palm had been cut with an extremely fine scar, and blood flowed out from the wound. Only then was the pain transmitted.

Molotov bared his teeth and gasped, lowered his head and said to the people below, "Shout, be careful, that thing is up there!"

Molotov, who had just finished speaking, shuddered unexpectedly, and his head shrank back. Several thin hair-like threads passed over his head as if they were alive. His scalp felt cold, and a large, thick and long

The wolf's fur was cut off. He roared urgently, "Be careful!"

The bear, who was still wailing, had no time to make evasive movements, and was stuck on the back by the thin wires. Then a strong force came, and the bear was dragged by the thin wires to break away from the wall. The bear roared loudly

Lian Lian used his other hand to cling tightly to the metal foil on the wall. The sharp foil cut the claw with blood, but it couldn't pull it close enough.

After struggling for only three seconds, the bear was dragged away from the sky, leaving only a few broken fingers in place. He howled miserably and was dragged into the endless darkness, and then a large net was wrapped around his burly and fat body.

Above. As if covered with a dense layer of chain mail, the flexible thin threads penetrated deeply into the bear's body, and the large mouth of flesh was squeezed out through the gaps in the large net.

It looks as funny as a fat woman weighing hundreds of kilograms wearing fishnet stockings!

But no one could laugh at this moment. Those thin threads were getting tighter and tighter, and thick and dazzling blood gradually seeped out from the thin threads. The howling, cursing and desperate struggle of the bear became weaker and weaker.

, and finally there was a "chirp" sound of broken bones and flesh, and like a broken water bladder, the bear's whole body was brutally cut into hundreds of pieces of different sizes.

The pieces fell from the dome with a crashing sound, and fell into the yellow-green poisonous gas on the ground, making a "sizzling" sound, like a hairtail being fried back and forth in a frying pan, and the air was full of burnt smoke.

The stench kept irritating everyone's nerves.

The large net hanging low under the dome has turned into a messy ball of wool. The blood remaining on it is being squeezed out, like a wet towel that is twisted with all its strength, falling drop by drop. The blood droplets penetrate the poisonous gas.

The "tick-tock" sound hitting the ground was like a heavy hammer hammering into everyone's hearts!

Unable to bear this atmosphere of fear, Monroe tremblingly took out the starting gun from his personal space, pulled the trigger with convulsive fingers, and a hoarse gunshot sounded, and a bright white flare was fired, heavily.

The shot hit the dome and was immediately bounced away by the force of inertia.

It hit the poisonous gas like a meteor, and the intense light flashed through like lightning.

It was in this short period of 0.1 seconds that everyone could clearly see what was on the dome. Molotov and Edmund's eyes went cold at the same time, and then their faces became crazy.

"Kill that guy!"

"Spider Queen!"

When Brother Xiaosha heard their roar, the flowing silver spots on his chest suddenly turned into cloud-like mysterious runes. The shadow sword at his waist was pulled out with his backhand. He pushed hard with his left hand and pressed his feet against the wall.

He kicked off, and the mole skin immediately caught a large amount of air, and his body actually flew up.

The dazzling moonlight exploded, and the cold moonlight passed by like a horse. The shadow sword, which was as thin as a crystal fragment, chopped the cobweb into pieces with one strike. As if it had escaped gravity, Brother Xiaosha was dragged up by the shadow sword.

He used his strength to push off a beam, and his body surged upward like a cannonball.

The Sphinx, who was entrenched on the dome, sneered a few times. He stretched his hands forward and clasped his fingers on a spider silk. At the critical moment, he managed to avoid the bottom-up thrust of the Shadow Sword. His feet were on the dome.

Stepping hard, the spider silk filled with slippery mucus turned into a zipline. The sphinx passed by Brother Xiaosha like a swing, and pounced on Monroe next to Jin Zhenhuan with a contemptuous smile!

The Sphinx was angry at the fat guy for ruining her good deeds, and she was determined to kill him!

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This chapter is really not very well written, I feel tired and confused.

I'm so tired that I don't get off work until 8 o'clock. From 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. I'm so tired from working overtime that I don't even want to eat.

And I’m not even hungry yet…it’s so weird.
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