Hiss......The silver dragon located in the Falling Star Sea took a breath of cold air, and streams of sea water poured into his mouth.
Crazy, crazy.
The people of the Imasca Empire are really crazy - Garon thought to himself as he looked at the guardian angel and the Imasca people in the picture.
Not even Garen dared to provoke the gods like this.
Because he has dealt with gods, he deeply knows the power of gods.
Sacrifice my Great Imaska with the blood of God?
This kind of words sounds very exciting, but this sentence is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the gods. If the Imaskar Empire is not destroyed, the gods are not worthy of being the masters of the multiverse.
At this critical moment.
I don’t know how many ancient beings are secretly watching the war that broke out between the Magical Empire and the saint’s clone. Naturally, what happened here at the Guardian Angel was immediately spread to the ears and eyes of the gods, including Fei.
There are gods of faith in the native land of Lun, as well as the saints of Unther and Mulhorand who have just arrived here.
The Guardian Angel is the top demigod-level weapon in the Imasca Empire.
In addition, its body also contains the soul and will of the Emperor of the Imasca Empire, and is the guardian and war weapon of the Imasca Empire.
That is to say.
Every word and deed of the guardian angel represents the will of the Imasca Empire.
Its words are completely declaring war on the gods.
What will the gods think after hearing the Imasca Empire's declaration?
Garen felt that even as an adult, if he said such arrogant words in front of so many gods, he would most likely not see the sun the next day. There are people outside the world, gods outside the gods, and gods outside the multiverse.
There are too many powerful people, and the Imasca Empire cannot recognize its own status. It is too arrogant and arrogant, thinking that the empire can rival the gods.
The empire's destruction was doomed from the moment they planned to create gods.
"But, does the Imasca Empire really not know the power of the gods?"
"Is it worth humiliating and angering the gods for a sudden increase in the power of faith?"
The silver dragon looked at the guardian angel and thought silently.
When the guardian angel killed the saint's clone in an almost humiliating manner and gained a lot of power of faith for himself, the sky in Faerûn suddenly darkened again.
Dark clouds are rolling in and the rain is howling.
Dazzling lightning and thunder rolled and brewed in the dark clouds, and in the strong wind that could lift a giant steel ship, the almost black sky seemed to be falling to the earth.
A sense of apocalypse filled with solemnity, solemnity, and chaos filled the surrounding space.
Not only in the Imasca Empire in the east, but also in all the creatures in Faerûn, there is a feeling that the sky is falling at this moment, as if countless gods are casting their disgusting eyes on Faerûn.
, panic spread across the land.
at the same time.
One of Gallon's communication crystals vibrated, transmitting the mana fluctuations belonging to Iolum.
The surge of magic power formed a magic barrier that could isolate the deep water pressure, and protected the communication crystal within it. The light spell also dispelled the darkness in the ten thousand-meter sea area.
Immediately.
Iolum's face appeared in Garen's field of vision.
The Grand Arcanist is currently on top of his mage tower. The towering mage tower stands in the wind and rain, and crisscrossing thunder and lightning are falling one after another. Located in Netheril in the north of Faerûn, this place
He was also affected by the wrath of the gods.
"Garen, where are you?"
Iolum asked in astonishment as he looked at the dark sea around Garonne.
"Deep in the Falling Star Sea, the current situation on the mainland is too chaotic. I'm here to avoid the limelight."
Gallon said.
Iolum nodded and said: "I think the source of the changes in Faerun is in the east. I remembered that you went to the Imasca Empire."
"Fortunately you have left the Imasca Empire, otherwise you would have been involved in big trouble."
After a pause, Iolum looked at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky and said with lingering fear: "I don't know what this gadget empire has done to arouse the wrath of so many gods."
While watching the movements of the guardian angel, Garen said to Iolum: "The Imasca Empire is too proud and arrogant. From the artificers to the ordinary people, they have all lost their respect for the gods.
, it is natural to offend the gods."
According to the normal development trajectory of history.
Imaskar should have been destroyed by the saints when Netheril reached its peak. However, now, due to the existence of Garen, a little butterfly that changed the trajectory of time, and with the secret promotion of his flapping wings, everything has changed.
It was all ahead of schedule, and Netheril was just getting started at this time.
In addition, Garen and Iolum have not been in contact for more than ten years.
Iolum was in seclusion to study the core of the magic network, while Garen was concentrating on making the tripper move the wheel of history and charging the gate of time and space. Neither of them had much spare time.
At this time, the anger from the gods caused Iolum to end his retreat.
After more than ten years, the great arcanist contacted Garen again.
Thinking of the core of the magic network, Garen asked Iolum: "How is your research going?"
"Has the core of the magic network succeeded?"
A smile appeared on Iolum's face, he nodded, and said: "Almost ten years ago, I built the core of the magic network."
He spread his palms.
In a flurry of space, a beautiful blue-purple round sphere appeared in Iolum's palm.
The blue-purple sphere, which is only a few centimeters in diameter, has a faint luster and is tightly connected to the magic network.
It does not need a trace of Iolum's magic power, it will naturally float and stand.
"This is a miniature core of the magic network."
"Now I'm working on making it huge."
In the wind and rain, Iolum looked at the sky and said: "It won't be long before the world can see a floating city rising."
Garen took a few glances at the exquisite Magic Network Core and determined that it was a magical object that he could not create himself.
"When the first floating city takes off, remember to notify me."
"If I were still in Faerûn, I might go take a look."
Iolum nodded in agreement.
After chatting about the situation in Faerûn at the moment, Garen and Iolum disconnected the communication crystal.
Immediately.
The silver dragon stretched out its left arm.
The Imaskar Ring rotated and flew out, and the intertwined nine-color light illuminated an area of the sea.
Looking at the gate of time and space, Garen thought for a while.
After a few minutes.
The Ring of Imaskar was once again worn on Garen's wrist.
However, the silver dragon, which used to charge its own power of time into the Imaskar Ring, now began to absorb the power of time restrained by the Imaskar Ring.
Due to the massive consumption of the power of time, Garen has been resting in the Falling Star Sea for a month, but his condition is still far from its peak.
In order to grab the secret weapon of Imasca in the following chaotic situation, he needs to restore his condition to its peak.
The energy lost by the Gate of Time and Space can be replenished slowly in the future.
Otherwise, it would be a huge loss to come here, stay in this timeline for so long, witness and participate in the end of an empire of gadgets, and yet lose none of the benefits in the end.
Deep in the silent sea of falling stars.
The silver dragon quickly absorbed the power of time, its weak aura became thicker and thicker, and its dull and mottled dragon scales became lustrous and shining again.
At the same time, Garen also paid attention to the time mark and followed the movement of the guardian angel.
On the other side, the changes in the world did not stop the semi-magical machines.
They move faster.
The Guardian Angel, the Killing Angel, the Destroying Angel...these three semi-magical weapons traveled around the world, killing the clones of saints one after another with the force of thunder.
God-killing, God-killing - these are words that are enough to make all living beings excited or frightened. For the Imaskans, the empire's strange weapons killed the saint's clone, making the Imaskans have a deep understanding of the empire.
The recognition and trust have reached an unprecedented peak, which can only be described as fanaticism.
This is the effect that the Imasca Empire wants.
The power of faith gathered in the three semi-magical machines is getting more and more, which is far from the usual situation.
If we can continue with this efficiency, there will be three more mechanical gods in the multiverse within a few years.
but.
Will the gods give the Imaskar Empire time?
The gods watch over the mountains.
One by one the saints opened their eyes.
Stab!
Bright and scorching lightning fell down one after another, illuminating the dark sky for a few moments like day.
Amidst the bursts of light from lightning and thunder, the saints remained silent.
The surrounding atmosphere is almost solid.
The creatures that inhabited the mountains where the gods watched over all felt the unquenchable anger of the saints. They were all as silent as cicadas, trembling in the pouring rain.
"A mere mortal creature dares to insult God!"
"Destruction and death are their only ways to atone for their sins."
Clusters of blue thunder that shattered the space swirled around Saint Enlil.
The face of the Holy One is peaceful, but the divine flame that can destroy all things also appears on his body.
The saints, the descendants of the two main gods, also had angry looks in their eyes.
The Saint has given the Imaskar Empire a chance.
The Saint is not a devil. When facing the Saint's clone, if the Imasca Empire can show its reverence for the gods, the Saints will not hesitate to give in. However, the Imasca Empire not only
There is no trace of reverence, but it is so provocative that it can even be said to be humiliating to the gods.
Such rebellious mortal empires are also rare in the long years they have experienced.
The Imaskar Empire succeeded in provoking the raging wrath of the gods.
A saint shrouded in divine light stood up.
Step by step, they walked in the air, bathed in the wind and rain.
The violent wind and rain fell, but when the rain curtain covering the world was about to touch the saint's body, it seemed to come to life. It separated and moved away with a wink, and then gathered together at the saint's feet.
The followers spread out despite the wind and rain, and slowly approached in the direction of the Imasca Empire.
quickly.
The saints approached the border defense cities of the Imasca Empire.
The Ordnance Legion stationed at the border discovered the Saint.
With the special temperament possessed by the saint, he is as eye-catching as the light and fire in the dark night.
Quark City, one of the border cities of the Imasca Empire.
Saint Enlil stepped into the void and walked step by step.
More than a dozen legendary-level magicians looked solemn, and were distractedly controlling a large number of legendary-level magic weapons. They were sweating profusely under the pressure carried by the saint.
Mechanical Titans, Mechanical Dragons, Mechanical Ligers... Huge strange weapons guard the city, eyeing the Saint of Enlil.
When the distance is close to the attack range of the strange weapon.
The lord wearing a strange weapon armor shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"
"One more step forward......"
The words have not yet fallen.
Zhila!
Without any warning, a bolt of thunder with a diameter of half a meter fell from the sky.
The dazzling light enveloped the Lord of Artifacts in an instant and engulfed him.
The well-made exotic armor has an automatic defense system.
The response of the Ordnance Armor is extremely fast. As soon as it detects the high-energy reaction, it activates its own protective shield and adjusts the shield to a mode to respond to lightning attacks. The oval-shaped protective shield protects the Ordnance Lord.
inside.
However.
The thunder released by Saint Enlil is not an ordinary natural thunder.
This thunder contains extraordinary divine power.
In the desperate eyes of the Artifact Lord, the protective shield only lasted for a second before falling into pieces. After that, the Artifact Master's fragile body was destroyed by the divine thunder.
And this is just the beginning.
Rumble!
Low thunders like the roar of a giant dragon continued one after another. Along with the storm, silver lightning and blue thunder descended, covering and attacking the entire Quark City with an attitude of annihilating everything. Under the sweep of the storm and thunder, the strange equipment and creations guarding the city were destroyed.
The artificers were destroyed immediately.
Every thunder that pierces the sky is the life of an artificer.
In this natural disaster-like momentum, majestic and tall buildings collapsed and shattered, and each of the Imaskans was turned into ashes.
How can an ordinary city with magic weapons resist a saint?
Saints are not like angels with magic weapons. Saints are demigods in the true sense. If the gods themselves are powerful enough, they can even be one point stronger than real demigods. In front of Saint Enlil, the three who have just obtained
Even if some of the divine weapon angels were brought together, they would only be destroyed.
Within a few minutes, a border garrison city with a population of more than 100,000 people became devastated.
Only a few lucky people survived in the ruined city.
Saint Enlil ignored the few Imaskans who were lucky enough to survive. He drove the thunder and storm at an unhurried speed and continued to move towards other cities in the Imascan Empire.
Similar scenes happened elsewhere.
The Holy One of Fire unleashed a torrent of flames, setting the city of Ordnance ablaze.
The Holy One of the Ocean raised huge waves and tsunami, submerging and swallowing up the city of wonders.
............
Same as Saint Enlil.
After the other saints destroyed the first city, they did not immediately fly to the other cities. Instead, they released extraordinary divine power full of destruction and destructive power along the way, shattering the Imasca Empire inch by inch.
During this period, a legion of orcs came to stop the saints, hoping to stop them before they arrived in the city.
But without exception, these strange weapon legions that dared to stop them were destroyed one after another.
What they faced was not the saint's clone, but the saint's true body. In front of the powerful saint, the army of strange weapons that could sweep across the continent of Faerûn was vulnerable. Even the legendary weapons could not attack with all their strength.
How much damage is done to the divine shield.
With the personal death of more than twenty saints.
The mountains and rivers within the Imasca Empire collapsed, and disasters were everywhere. The once prosperous cities with strange weapons were in pieces and turned into ruins with broken walls in the blink of an eye.
The Imasca Empire, which was at its peak of glory, was unable to resist the mighty power of the Saint, and was on the road to defeat and destruction.