"Okay!...Okay!" Atlana said two good words in a row. She stood up and seemed to have made the final decision, saying, "It's time to decide the outcome!"

Then, she took a step and walked down from the throne, and the light on the throne shifted with her movements. At the same time, the streamlines on the walls of the space capsules around changed layer by layer, both in Liu Xiang and in appearance, as she moved.

Atriona's real body is obviously different from the bodies of other gods. Her every move is closely connected to the Holy City. This is a privilege, but it is also a constraint.

As Atricana walked, the walls of the capsule cracked, stretched, and reassembled in front of her, leading to a place where there was no end. Countless streams flowed on the bulkheads, either lightly or secretly, and the space seemed deep and mysterious. On some bulkheads, there were traces of battles that had happened not long ago. These places, either the streamlines were burnt, showing a dark piece, or some of the corpses of mechanical creatures who had fought to death stretched out from somewhere in the bulkhead, hanging on the bulkhead, enough to see how fierce the battle in the capsule had not long ago.

The process of power struggle has never been calm.

"What is the proportion of the civilians who returned to the Holy City who stood on our side during the cleaning operation?" Atlana asked as she walked.

"It's about forty-five percent." Vignet was a right-hand man around Ares, and he had the ability to summarize the strength of both sides in all wars that was more sensitive than others.

"It's still a little lower."

The long-accumulated oppression will always erupt like a volcano when encountering a certain eruption point. The forty-five percent mentioned by Vignett is a total number included in all mechanical citizens. If the number of mechanical citizens who are still waiting and watching is removed from it, there are probably not many left.

Everyone can feel that the holy city was almost inspiring people's sentiment since the moment Atriona decided to seal Onomia, but everyone knows that Onomia's location is there, and his divine power is one of the foundations of the holy city. How easy is it to completely deprive him of his divine power?

Therefore, everyone knows where the road ahead leads, but everyone's heart is extremely heavy. As Atlana said, this approval rating would be higher.

The passage in front of you is long, but there is always an end. When the current streamline turns golden and begins to become wider in front of you, it is at the end of this road - the Grand Temple of Glory.

The road surface became wider, and the road under your feet gathered various streams, paving side by side to the door of the temple. The colorful stream lines condensed into several meters wide five-star beaconsolated at the top of the passage, hanging under the ceiling. This short 100-meter passage is the road of glory. The road of glory is not only a manifestation of the glorious achievements of the Mechanical City, but also the beginning of the reason why the mechanical nation escaped from human oppression and became an independent kingdom. No matter who can walk here, it is full of excitement from the heart, and the mind cannot help but show the countless mechanical heroes that have emerged from the holy city over the past few hundred years. This glory is a testimony to their achievements here.

In addition, the glorious battle of that year is also here.

At the other end of the glorious road, there are two huge statues of guardians standing on both sides of the huge arches, with a pair of wings growing behind them. Although the City of Mechanical belongs to the mechanical world, this pair of sculptures adopts the form of a human world sculpture, which makes people who see this pair of sculptures have to look up, as if they are looking up at the gods above.

The real main god is now much smaller than this pair of sculptures, with purple light flashing all over his body, like crystal, step by step towards the Palace of Glory with irresistible majesty.

On the road of glory, there are still some traces left by the battle not long ago, including some unknown liquid flowing out, emitting dim and various colors of light. Occasionally, there are mechanic warriors who still have a breath of life. They are either curled up in the corner or crawling towards the corner, but without exception, they are silent, maintaining the silence of the Hall of Glory. A short sweeping robot is cleaning up the mechanical residue that has not yet been completely extinguished, and leading them away from the road of glory.

The door of the Palace of Glory was faintly hidden, and some light was still flashing inside. When Atricana pushed open the door, the last ray of light finally dissipated.

There were two people standing in the hall, and the two of them were flashing red streams all over their bodies. They could tell at a glance that they were the guardians of Ares. They turned around, staggered slowly to Atariana, and said, "Great His Highness Atariana, as you wish, we have broken through the Temple of Glory." Then they retreated and waited for Atariana's orders. Atariana did not say a word, and looked up at the high throne of the Temple of Glory. There, Onomia, who was shining with white light, was sitting upright, looking at the front with her eyes blankly.

In the temple of Eunomia in the virtual space.

Hammurabi was suspended in the air and had lost his right arm. The golden blood fell from the broken arm and turned into a white energy turbulent flow in the air. Six golden translucent books were floating in front of him. Many pages were missing from the books, and some books had also changed shapes and were twisted into strange shapes by some forces. However, he himself had pale face and barely floated in the air, as if he would fall down the next moment, and his whole body turned into an energy turbulent flow completely dissipated.

Everyone knows that if the body in this virtual space disappears, then the servant gods like Hammurabi will completely disappear because they do not have the body of the real world as a support, so the demise of consciousness will be completely erased from this world by the laws of space.

Compared with Hammurabi, Andrew and others, the situation was not much better. Kuiyin's ten fingers had disappeared, and her hands were now just the shape of a ball of flesh. It was much more difficult to generate a cube space than before. Andrew stumbled and kept not falling in front of him. He was now turning around, including Strogel, who kept flying in his eyes.

Stroger and Arix's translucent bodies were interlaced with countless wounds, constantly losing their energy in the world's bodies into the void, but they were still gritting their teeth and destroying the Templar Knights who were still rushing up.

Strog was still very fast, and he flew past the two Templar Knights and tore their wings off. However, before he could be happy, he bumped his head into a page of paper that appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The translucent paper foot was a wall high, purely condensed from white light, but in this space it was harder than a brick. Although Stroger broke through the paper, his eyes turned black and fell head-on, falling for a distance before he could barely stop.

"Damn it, isn't his power exhausted in this space?" Strogg shouted angrily.
Chapter completed!