Chapter 857 The world was destroyed by the dawn! I testify!
That human being, no, that ancient evil creature, could actually summon such huge power!
But now, there is no time to sigh, let alone manage these things. If he cannot leave here as soon as possible, the scattered energy ripples will engulf him immediately! Even if he has such powerful divine power, he can at least survive in this kind of storm.
It will consume more than half!
The Lord of the Dawn's body has turned into light, flying into the distance. He also used the power of God to prop up a semicircular seven-color defensive force field under his feet...
But just as the defensive force field had time to protect his whole body, the wave of light exploded and completely submerged him.
The air was instantly emptied under the huge pressure, and the light in the space seemed to be swallowed up and died. However, the huge pressure ignited everything in the dark outer layer, dust, metal, rocks... flames and vibrations.
galloping outward together, penetrating the clouds, letting them
The surrounding world was completely dark, and then a deafening explosion that seemed to tear the air swept across like a shock wave. The shell of dust was thrown away in an instant, and dazzling flames burst out like clouds.
The same continues to spread in all directions.
across the sky across the continent.
…
Marquis Jasper lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.
In the three-story small hall of the Louvre and the emperor's new study, everything was extremely quiet.
This space, which was originally used as a side hall, has a thick stone wall and a complete sound insulation circle. Therefore, when standing quietly in it, the silence can almost make people hear every heartbeat and breath in their body.
The turbid friction that hissed through the lungs was getting louder. It was rubbing against the eardrums like a thick rope - the Marquis knew that it was the oppression caused by hanging his head for too long, but he did not dare to lift his head even that much.
One point.
Because he is standing in front of His Majesty the King at this moment.
As a person with the dual status of a minister and a prince, the Marquis of Jasper is usually relatively free in his actions. Of course, his contributions to the country over the past twenty years have also given him enough detachment.
Due to his status, even when he was facing His Majesty the Third, he had never felt nervous. There had never been times when he was so breathless and focused.
But now, everything is different.
The young Majesty has remained silent after listening to his report. What does this mean? Is it dissatisfaction, a warning, or just a simple hesitation about the order he is about to make?
After all, I still lack too much experience in getting along... I really can’t understand the thoughts of young people. What if everything could go back to the way it was before?
It started when you saw the incarnation of the god... right? Everything changed.
Every time he met the young Majesty's eyes, Marquis Jasper felt that the reverence and fear in his heart increased. Now, this feeling has become like a majestic mountain, suspended above his head, allowing him to
When talking to His Majesty, I have to bend my head hard and not touch him.
Only by looking at the other party's eyes can I barely control my own reason. And after every report, I must be prepared to listen to the instructions. Otherwise... I fell to my knees several times before because my knees were so weak, and I couldn't speak.
The matter has already made His Majesty the King unhappy, so the earl does not want to hear such a reminder again.
It was the same feeling as when I saw those gods that day.
Or is it a gift from the gods?
"It's so big that it's enviable..."
The random thoughts in his mind were suppressed for a moment. The Marquis pricked up his ears and heard the young emperor talking to himself, so he finally couldn't help but raise his eyes a little and secretly looked at where His Majesty was.
.
The young man turned his back to him and stood in front of the window of the room, seemingly looking into the distance. However, the window lattice was still a window lattice and had not become any larger, and there was nothing that could be called big outside the window lattice...
There were only dark and gloomy clouds rolling in the sky, tiny rays of light flowing between the clouds, and faint thunder rolling, heralding the coming of a heavy rain.
Are those clouds, thunder and lightning, or the sky?
Perhaps, this young His Majesty is expressing his ambition? Just like those ancient emperors in legends?
'The soldiers worked together to turn the world into our pasture.' 'Using the swords in our hands, we opened up the land for our hoes. 'Our frontier is the end of the setting sun.'... Countless
Words poured out of his mind, but before the Marquis could turn them into speculations about His Majesty the King's mind, a strange voice interrupted his thinking.
It was an extremely subtle buzzing sound that seemed to come from outside the window, like the chirping of mosquitoes. But in just a moment, it had already resounded throughout the entire space. When the buzzing turned into a whine, it turned into a rumble.
The thunder in his heart, and the growing surprise in his heart made the Marquis finally straighten his body, and then he saw outside the window lattice, the gray shadows gradually appearing on the lines of the city wall illuminated by the sun.
Amid the deafening thunder, eyes were drawn to the sky.
Above the sky, dense dark clouds are rolling, but a layer of transparent ultramarine has begun to appear on the horizon, as if a stone has been thrown into the pond, and a circle of ripples is rippling along the line of sight from a distance...
…The clouds were turbulent like water waves. Those thick dark clouds were rolling forward, but they were gradually moving away.
The layers of clouds swayed apart, and the thick clouds were torn to pieces, rolled, and finally turned into groups of light clouds like fish scales, which were still floating towards the sky above their heads... Behind the clouds, a clear and transparent sky was revealed.
, the direct sunlight shines down, and the clear blue is as perfect as the plane of a gem, without a single flaw.
There are no clouds in the sky.
This spectacular scenery, even on a refreshing autumn day, can only be witnessed on the clearest days in a city close to the sea. It is a gift and a miracle that the God of the Sky leisurely bestows on the human world to eliminate worries.
The pure color, the miracle of blue... But at this moment, such a scenery only makes those who watch it, especially the Marquis Jasper, feel suffocated... It seems that at that moment, the feeling of being in front of the so-called miracle reminded him of it again.
A few days ago, I felt like facing the gods.
And in the clear blue sky, the smoke clouds rising in the distance...
It seemed like a big pillar that shot straight into the sky. It showed a dull gray-red color, and expanded at the tip like an opening flower bud. It eventually turned into a weird scattered shape, but it looked like it was only half an arm long.
The height is just an illusion caused by distance... The Marquis blinked his eyes, and some methods of field measurement and distance calculation that he had learned in his youth somehow appeared in his mind.
The distance has been blurred to the extreme, five hundred... no. If those rolling thunder really appeared together with it, then it would be at least nearly seven hundred, or even a thousand miles away... And if that is the case, then the cloud pillar is
How tall should it be? To say that it reaches straight into the sky is not an exaggeration or bragging.
But how is it possible?
A dizzy feeling came from under his feet. The Marquis subconsciously tightened his legs and feet, but instead he stumbled unsteadily. When he realized that it was not his problem but the shaking of the ground, the entire Louvre had already
There was a series of tiny creaking sounds, and countless fine dust fell from the ceiling.
The vibration lasted for half an hourglass, ranging from weak to strong. The entire castle, the entire earth, and even the entire space were trembling.
"Your Majesty Woking...is this a miracle?"
When the trembling finally stopped, the Marquis pressed his chest, as if to restrain his thumping heart from rushing out of his throat. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally squeezed out a subtle prayer——
If it were just a shaking of the earth, then of course it would not be worth mentioning. Even the illiterate farmers would not make a fuss about it. However, after witnessing the strange phenomenon over there, Jasper would certainly no longer regard this shaking as a mere
look at natural phenomena.
Could the clouds falling from the sky and the roar that shook the earth be the legendary miracles of destruction sent down by the gods?
"No, this is not a miracle...it is human power." The young king suddenly said at this time, and the seriousness in his voice made the Marquis stunned again.
"The power of people..."
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Can human strength reach such a level?
The golden figure stood quietly in the empty sky and earth, his slightly lowered gaze passing over the ground - passing over the sunken desolation.
The air that had been pushed away was filling back into the area that originally belonged to them at a thousand times faster, creating an indescribable hurricane airflow in a small area... Dust and gravel were picked up by the wild storm and converged towards
Thousands of feet high in the sky, the thick sandstorm and wind swirled within thousands of feet of the same kind that was originally one with them, creating a yellow barrier that even light could not penetrate.
But none of this can cover those golden eyes. The powerful power allows the sight to penetrate all things and see everything that is left in the storm.
Thousands of feet of ground surface has disappeared, lava, stones or everything else has been dug away, leaving only a shallow pit covered by layers of dust and fine sand.
Of course, the slightly rough bottom of this 'shallow' pit has actually sunk more than twenty feet, and the solid surface has been extruded into weird corrugated undulations, and the rocks are as good as melting under the high pressure.
Black to olive-colored crystals are scattered everywhere in this pit, which are the remains of rocks that have been truly dissolved by extremely powerful forces.
The pale golden eyes reflected all this. The face of the Lord of the Dawn was indifferent, but there were countless tiny electric lights that were constantly dancing on the surface of his entire body!
That is God's wrath.
What that person did couldn't be simpler. From the beginning, everything about him revolved around this point, the incarnation of God being tossed around, the space in his hand.
The sharp blade, the escape disguised as an attack, is just a cover, the real purpose is to defeat the opponent.
If you can't directly repel the opponent, then create an environment where the opponent has to retreat.
However, this should be a privilege that only the strong can take advantage of!
Where does that terrible power come from?
unknown.
At this moment, the Lord of Dawn completely understands only the terrifying power - although it cannot be seen from the appearance, in fact, at the moment when the power explodes, at least one-third of the divine power of the god's incarnation is
It has been consumed in order to offset that crazy explosion and win a little time to leave!
Even though obtaining divine power is no longer as difficult as before, such waste still makes the gods angry.
Or, the deeper reason for this anger is due to... fear. However, the Lord of the Morning will not admit this... He is a god, the upcoming master of this multiverse, the God of gods, the only one.
God, how can He be afraid? He is just angry!
Find him and kill him effectively, even if this may cause the bankruptcy of his own plan... It is the boring appeasement that makes this incomprehensible monster grow into such a terrifying one. If you continue to let it go, everything will be ruined.
Everything may completely collapse to the point that you can't control it at some time in the future!
Found him... found him.
God's will expands infinitely in space, looking for its own target - although the enemy will be free from the constraints and monitoring of any divine power. But the Lord of the Dawn still holds a trump card that is enough to change the gambling situation. Layers of thoughts permeate the air.
Thousands of miles passed, and before it expanded further, an obvious response had already appeared in the sea of consciousness of the gods.
Surprisingly close.
Although he had long known that in that violent explosion, the opponent's hasty power would not carry it too far. But the reaction position returned in his consciousness still made the Lord of Dawn a little confused. His figure moved slightly, and he had already
I saw that irritating black color - the mist that had not dispersed yet, and I quietly observed the arrival of the gods.
Although he must have a plan, it is no longer important.
The sense of light is stripped away, vision no longer becomes the main means of observation, dust and air are just annoying obstacles, only the shining individual in consciousness is the goal that needs to be pursued.
Kill him, Ariel Satido. With all your strength.
The moment the God of Light took effect, Ransander commanded.
The irresistible power was transmitted with the help of the magic network, and the real restraint affected the silent soul around that person, squeezing out her most powerful power. The cross-cutting sword swung out a lightning-fast slash, and the blade completely cut through the darkness.
shrouded in images.
The Blazing God may not be a perfect ambush, but it is enough. At this time, he has no defense at all, and as long as there is a little hindrance, it is enough to kill him!
In a moment.
But at the moment when God was operating at full strength, a ray of thought quietly traced back along his own observations.
"You come out to fool around, but sooner or later you have to pay it back."
Still? What else?
After the incomprehensible thought, the light extends forward. It is unrivaled energy that pierces everything. The black figure is on the trajectory of this energy!
But then, it fell apart.
It is God's law. The power of God outlines the most stable rules in the multiverse, gathering all the power into a strong shield that cannot be destroyed! The gun that cuts off the light!
The guardian spirit.
The divine law of light, one of the most essential divine laws in this multiverse, represents the origin of all the energy movement in this world, the essence that was born at the same time as darkness, a great and immortal existence. If there is any power, it can
To truly compete with it, the only thing is darkness - even the power of elements such as earth, wind, water, and fire are inferior to it.
But the magic of the multiverse may lie in its overflowing uncertainty.
Those incomprehensible, tiny changes permeate every corner of the multiverse. They are elusive, but they exist. For the gods, they are rules that need to be abided by, while the common people call them...miracles.
Unpredictable rules also exist in the divine rules... For example, standing in front of the Lord of the Dawn, the guardian of the divine realm - although he is just a middle god, in some cases
On a special level, the power possessed by the Guardian God can compete with any existence, even the God of Creation.
That's the guard.
The Lord of the Dawn snorted coldly, and his golden gaze reflected the tall, metal-wrapped human figure. He watched as he walked out of a ball of silver that connected the space gap between the star world and the upper world, and stood quietly there.
In the radiance - the gap in space flashed behind him
Yao, representing the supreme order and good positive energy, flows out from their homeland and wraps around the god. The god outlines traces of faint light, and scatters those things that belong to the morning sun and are scattered like mist.
The Lord's divine power is reflected in a subtle silver color.
"Your Majesty Chenxi, what you have done has deviated from the contract defined by the gods."
Under the full-face helmet, the voice that came out seemed to be indifferent and monotonous as if it were made of metal, but the sonorous and powerful voice clearly contained a certain degree of disgust - the handle of the two-handed heavy sword was on the metal.
There was a sharp, squeaking sound in the gloves, and then when it was pierced into the air, there was a sonorous impact sound that passed through the steel, as loud as His voice.
"Explain your purpose, otherwise, I will judge you for your transgression of unauthorized access to the main material plane."
"I am dealing with an ancient evil that may cause a crisis of destruction to the world, Pandorion!"
The Lord of the Dawn was silent for a moment, and then said, he knew very well about the indifference and stubbornness of the god in front of him. Of course, in fact, he also did not mind turning this guy into a good tonic after his loss, but behind his back
That open door made Lansander feel a sharp threat...
That not only represents the power of the Guardian God, but also has something else (to be continued...)