The elven woman slowly descended from the sky. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info she stretched out her hand and stroked it, her slender and slender, smooth and delicate hand that seemed to have no skin texture pressed on the ever-changing light and shadow, and then those lights and shadows full of killing, anger and poignancy stopped. The large, vague mask-like form was shrinking. As the elf woman continued to descend slowly, the light and shadow continued to condense, gradually solidifying back into the appearance of a mask.

Below, everyone was silent. Dwarves and mercenary captives, kneeling or prostrate on the ground, reverence and fear in their bodies, spirits, and souls, looked up to this true deity that exuded an incomparable aura. In the distance, the scheming female mage and the old knight of the Revival Society only dared to stand quietly in the shadowy corner, not daring to look here, for fear of revealing too many traces.

Only one of them stood up straight, glaring angrily at the elven woman who was slowly descending.

That was the High Priest's Feud. His face was full of anger, and his face, which was already full of flesh, was now twisted and distorted by the agitation of the muscles, and it looked even more hideous. His fists were clenched, every trace of flesh was tensed to the limit, as if brewing a huge force that could overwhelm the mountains and seas, and the fists that seemed to destroy everything were slowly rising.

The elf woman didn't seem to see it, or in her eyes, all this was meaningless anyway, she still fell slowly, her long purple hair fluttering, and she caressed it with her bare hands, taking all the changes in heaven and earth in her hands, and slowly pressed it.

The once changing light and shadow have been completely condensed into the original appearance of the wooden mask, but without the original physical basis, it looks faintly illusory. And at the level of the law, the fluctuations that were surging before, as if a new world was about to be born, gradually calmed down. Because a bigger, deeper, and more wonderful wave is covering it.

Under the light of the surrounding fire, the ground, the walls of the surrounding buildings are being covered with a layer of green at a visible speed to the naked eye, that is, lichens and moss are growing rapidly, in the cracks of the buildings, in the soil on the side of the road, the grass seeds that have dried up for many years are also sprouting again, desperately squeezing the stones around them and trying to raise their bodies to feel the blessing of life. The blood on the ground also became the nutrients needed for the growth of life, which was quickly absorbed and then covered in a patch of green. The smell of blood in the air, the bleak, desolate, murderous and violent aura, was soon overwhelmed by a burst of life.

Of course, this vitality is not just for the grass and trees. The dwarves, mercenaries, and caravan guards who were watching the captives, all of whom were still breathing a breath and not dying, were rapidly healing, but almost no one was aware of these changes in themselves, and their spirits were all immersed in the fluctuations of the vigorous law.

There is only one person, still full of anger, hideousness and violence in this sea of life and kindness, and that is the High Priest Vengeance.

"I make an oath here today with the feud of the heavenly river! Even if it is a heavenly immortal Buddha and a god and demon of the ten lands, he will not want to erase the hatred in my heart! He will not want to prevent me from taking revenge!" He roared out this sentence word by word with the strength of breaking his gums, and then slowly punched out the elf woman who was facing the slowly descending elf.

His movements were slow and hard, although all the muscles on his body were tense to the limit, but there seemed to be an invisible mountain in front of him, making his fists make his whole movement look as slow as a snail, and as his fists went forward, they became slower and harder.

The elf woman still stretched out her hand and held it slowly, only a purple hair fluttered in the wind, her expression was still as indifferent as an ancient well, and her eyes were still vicissitudes of life and death as if she had seen the world live and die.

Finally, the mask of vengeance condensed by the light and shadow of Vengeance in the elven woman's hand was pressed back on the high priest's vengeful face, and the high priest's fist could barely touch the elf woman's clothes before it fell to a halt.

The mask dissipated, as if it had reintegrated into the high priest's face. The High Priest's face was still furious and hideous, and he still maintained the posture of punching, but he paused completely like a clay sculpture of wood. His left shoulder, which had been empty, suddenly began to squirm slowly, and then bulged, but in a few breaths, a new left arm was actually reborn.

The High Priest did not show the slightest surprise, but the fierce eyes of the essence burst quickly turned into confusion, and the expression on his face also turned into a dullness, and after a breath or two, the muscles on his body relaxed one by one, and gradually could no longer maintain that position, and fell to the ground limply.

Glancing at the high priest who had fallen beside him, Feng Yinqiu let out a long sigh. The High Priest's breath was long and powerful, not only was there not the slightest injury on his body, but even his arm, which had been broken for several years, miraculously regrown, but there was no trace of sparkle in his wide-open eyes. For such a state, Feng Yinqiu is very familiar with it, when he was still in Longhu Mountain, the nominal first person of the Dao Sect who had to face all day was like this.

Everything that happened just now may be a little unclear in the eyes of others, but Feng Yinqiu is very clear. To put it simply, it is the power of the true god that reverses the movement of heaven and earth that is about to undergo qualitative change, just like a huge ocean current smooths out the whirlpool that is about to form. As for the high priest's unwilling roar, fist retaliation, and even his presence did not fall into the eyes of the strange-looking woman possessed by the true spirit, everything was just incidental. Since he is the core of this festival, the creator of this god who has not really been conceived, then the torrent of heaven and earth that has been reversed has naturally washed over him, and as for the arm that has regrown, it is just a trace of the afterglow of the vast and majestic divine power leaking out.

In this change involving the roots of heaven and earth, the power of one person is negligible. The High Priest's obsession, cultivation, and temperament, as well as his fist intent that made the Archmage tremble, can be said to be rare in the world, but he has no ability to resist in the face of the great power of heaven and earth. Just as a strong whale can dominate the oceans and perhaps take advantage of the turbulence, it will only be a fish in the face of the ocean that gave birth to it.

The high priest's current condition is far worse than that of Zhang Tianshi. After all, Zhang Tianshi has the inheritance and accumulation of hundreds of years of Heavenly Master as the foundation, and he cultivates the most authentic Xuanmen mental method, which can be said to have made all the preparations that can be done to the extreme, so he finally left some instincts related to the concept of 'Heavenly Master'. And the Vengeance Church led by the High Priest has only been hidden in a corner of the West Coast for a few years, and the difference between the scale and the accumulation time is 108,000 miles compared with the Heavenly Master Sect, and the most important thing is that he himself is not prepared to become a god, and the divine soul has been washed away by the torrent of heaven and earth, and all will, memories, and emotions have only disappeared, and probably not even a trace of instinct remains.

Zhang Tianshi can still be regarded as a living puppet who is involved in the concept of Shinto, but he can only be a living dead, not even a puppet. All his anger, all his efforts and struggles, and his intimidating and devastating fists, all of his tempered skills no longer meant anything.

Except for the middle-aged Shenzhou man surnamed Zhang, who also stared at all this with wide eyes, all the other Vengeance Cultists who were prostrate on the ground were all motionless, looking the same as before, in fact, as part of this ritual, they also ended up with the same fate as the High Priest. Even if they could only be regarded as the end of the branches, and the washing by the torrent of the will of heaven and earth might be less than one percent of the high priest's suffering, but for ants, there was no difference between a mountain peak and a hundred-pound boulder.

At this moment, in the Wind Yinqiu, in the old woman in the Oroyosta Arcane Academy, in the middle-aged obese man in the laboratory, in the perception of all the archmages in the continent who were paying attention here, the law fluctuations caused by the eleventh ring arcane finally disappeared completely. This pinnacle miracle of arcane magic, which could shape gods, finally collapsed in the face of even greater power. The archmages were either panicked and confused, or they were in contact with each other and had their own plans, and it would be a sleepless night for the most privileged people on the continent who wielded the most power and power.

At the source of all this, things are far from over.

The elven woman had never looked at the fallen High Priest of Vengeance and the hundreds of vengeful cultists who had been affected and became the living dead, and in the perception of the gods, these branches and leaves were not even ants. After completely calming the movement of heaven and earth inspired by the arcane and rituals, the elven woman raised her head, raised her hand, and raised her head to the sky.

The elven woman's neck and arms were extremely slender and slender, and there was an incredible rhythm between her hands, so beautiful that it seemed that the whole world was dancing with them. It was only in the process of lifting it that her arm was drying up and aging at a rapid rate, and the soft and delicate skin became shriveled and lost its moisture and luster, until it was completely stretched to the sky, and it had dried up and aged like an arm that had been buried in the desert for tens of thousands of years.

There were only stars in the sky, and the elf woman gently shook the vast starry sky with this corpse-like arm, and then the entire arm was completely shattered, turning into countless fragments and disintegrating directly into the void.

At this moment, not only the archmages who had crossed the boundaries of the law, but all the arcane users in the entire continent who could officially perceive the magic net could vaguely feel the entire magic net vibrate. However, this shock was only a very brief moment, and then there was no slightest movement, and even if the arcane was used again, it was no different from before, and most people only regarded it as their own illusion, or the aftermath of the previous eleven-ring arcane, and did not pay much attention to it.

However, in the large laboratory full of limbs and alchemy instruments, the obese man who had been fidgeting stood up suddenly, his eyes that had been scattered were also concentrated, his face showed a bit of joy, and he even clapped his hands.

On the other hand, the old woman by the window of the lecture hall looked puzzled, and then quickly turned to shock, and finally to anger. A few arcane circles flashed around her, and her figure vanished from the spot.

When the old woman's figure reappeared, it was already in the laboratory full of limbs and instruments, and she scanned the surroundings with a gloomy face, and then fell on the obese man who was standing. The obese man's face still had the sweat that flowed from the previous nervousness, but there was no joyful expression, and he didn't show any surprise at the sudden appearance of the old woman, but his eyes were a little dodgy, and he faced the old woman with a stupid look that he wanted to see but didn't dare to look.

The old woman gave the obese man a fierce look, turned around and strode to an experimental table, and asked loudly to the blindfolded man on the stand, "Hammer, Hammer, are you there?

The blindfolded man remained motionless and silent, silent except for the occasional movement of his eyes under the stitched eyelids, as quiet as if he were dead. The old woman was no longer silent, but waited for a response with a gloomy face, and the obsessive man looked at him not far away, but he was also silent, and the whole laboratory was as silent as if it were a huge graveyard.

After more than ten difficult seconds, the blindfolded man finally spoke, and his voice was a little flustered and weak: "Yes... Is it Your Excellency Jefferson? I'm in a bad situation here....... the Star Hall has been subjected to the repulsive impact of the laws from the main plane... Fortunately, the general structure of the star hall is not damaged, but several functions including the anchor sequence have been destroyed, and I am trying to maintain the ......"

"How so?" said the old woman's voice, with anxiety and exasperation. "Isn't the dimensional partition protection turned on?"

“... No... I... We don't have enough resources, and we didn't open it before we detected danger, and I've already consulted Vice President Griffin...... Fortunately, there is no astral turbulence observed yet, and it should be safe for a short time, but the position of the star temple cannot be stabilized, and communication does not know how long it can last..."

"Restoring the anchor sequence and restoring teleportation to the main plane is the first priority, and other functions can be waived if necessary. The old woman's voice calmed down again, and she gave the order quickly and firmly. "Keep an eye on communications, and if there are signs of disruption before sending the last astral coordinates over. We will do our best to find a way to help you. ”

"Yes. ”

"What is the expected likelihood of autonomously repairing the anchored sequence?"

“... Without encountering a large astral turbulence, the other sequences of sacrificing the Star Hall should be able to resume anchoring after about eleven years and three months... If you're lucky, it's going to be a steady stale, and it's only going to take four years..."

"Is it four years for the best?" the old woman's voice grew deeper and deeper. “...... What about Lord Gesidy?"

“...... His Excellency the President briefly woke up at the impact of the rejection, but he did nothing and did not communicate with me, and went back into deep meditation. In a situation like this, if I encounter a situation that I can't handle, can I take the initiative to wake up His Excellency the President?"

After a moment of silence, the old woman sighed, "The impact of the law must have caused considerable damage to Lord Gesidy...... The more times like these, the more we should trust Your Excellency's judgment, and when he really needs to wake up, I think he will wake up. ”

“... Yes..."

"Well, that's it for now. Notify us as soon as the Star Hall flows to a vantage point. We'll try our best to figure it out. ”

"Yes. ”

The blindfolded man made no more noises. The old woman was still at the table and watched him in her original position, as if she wanted to see some great secret in the body full of hoses, and the whole empty laboratory fell into a graveyard silence again. Occasionally, a limb on a wall or a table or an organ in an instrument twitched, and a lifeless snapping sound was heard.

The original owner of this place, the middle-aged obese man, also stood motionless not far away, still secretly looking at the old woman with that somewhat scattered and cowardly eye.

I don't know how long it took, but the old woman suddenly spoke: "You guessed this in advance, didn't you?"

“...... I didn't guess anything... I don't know anything......" The obsessive man looked at the floor in front of him and replied softly, like a child who had made a mistake.

"You brought up the plan this time, and your prediction of the reaction of those elves is also very accurate, do you dare to say that you didn't expect that the gods attracted by the Divine Presence Technique would repel the Star Temple?"

“... I really don't know, I haven't seen their gods, I really didn't guess..."The obsessive man's voice was even quieter.

After staring at the obese man for a while, the old woman snorted coldly and continued, "Okay, then even if you don't know. But Hammer said he consulted you. You know that the gods have the ability to pose a threat to the Star Temple, why don't you let him turn on the dimensional barrier protection?"

“... We had a short supply of resources, we couldn't find anyone to fund it, and the excavation was not going well...... It's too much to turn on dimensional protection once, so it's better to save at this time..."

The old woman didn't ask any more questions, but reached out and grabbed and pushed, and seven or eight spheres of all kinds appeared in front of her, and then flew towards the obsessed man like a cannon.

If there were other high-level arcanists here, just this scene would have caused their jaws to drop to the ground. These seven or eight spheres of all kinds, large and small, are actually burst fireballs, acid magic balls, frost magic balls, force field concussions, and so on. But now these arcane spells are like zero ring tricks in the hands of this old woman, and they can be condensed and thrown out at will, and the low-level outer ring magic net seems to have become this old woman's pet, and the arcane formula that can make other high-level mages count headaches can be automatically constructed in an instant with just one thought.

But this miraculous plural arcane disappeared silently when it flew in front of the obsessed man just now. The obsessive man didn't even raise his head to look at it, as if the old woman had just made up an illusion by herself and watched it for fun.

With a muffled bang, the old woman stomped her foot hard, and the bluestone ground under her feet instantly shattered into sand, and a circle of seismic waves spread rapidly in all directions, and a stone test bench next to it was just affected and fell apart and collapsed.

But the shock wave didn't spread far, but the distance of three or four meters suddenly disappeared. Only the ground with a radius of three or four meters and the nearest test bench were rubble, and the rest of the place was not damaged at all, and even the overflowing liquid placed on the table did not shake for a moment.

"You bastard......." the old woman finally scolded angrily, she waved her hand and made a few false strokes in the air, and quickly chanted a few words composed of compound syllables that seemed to hum, and the surrounding scene suddenly distorted, as if the density of the air was changing rapidly, or the space was constantly being kneaded and squeezed by an inexplicable force.

The obsessive man raised his eyes and secretly glanced at the old woman, but he didn't move, but the two aristocratic girls on the ground who had been lying on their stomachs as stools suddenly stood up. The two of them hugged each other with their hands close to each other, and their outer hands waved outward, their fingertips quickly pinching together delicate and intricate gestures, and the syllables that came out of their mouths resonated with each other like two singers with their hearts, and the slightly distorted scene around them immediately returned to normal.

After all this was done, the two girls stood behind the obese man and did not move again. From beginning to end, the two aristocratic maidens had sunny and charming smiles on their faces, and their pink faces were full of blush and youthful vitality, as if they were not trying to dispel the terrifying arcane magic of an archmage with anger, but to flutter butterflies together in the sunny spring breeze.

The old woman didn't look at the two lovely sunny girls, but only looked viciously at the obese fat man in front of her, who exuded gloom, and the obsessive man just stared at the ground under his feet with evasive eyes, and didn't even dare to meet the old woman's eyes.

After looking at the obese man for a while, the old woman suddenly asked, "You have made such a big mistake, and you still don't allow me to get angry with you?"

"I've made your spells form......." The obscure man grumbled a few times in a soft voice. Then some of the instruments in the huge laboratory, as well as the limb specimens, moved automatically as if they had come to life, and gathered behind the obese man and the two noble girls at a very fast speed, and the two noble girls smiled and spread their hands again.

On this sleepless night when the aura of the gods descended on the mortal world, a small earthquake occurred in the southeast of the Great Plains of Oro, and some nearby arcanists observed the arcane fluctuations, judging that the earthquake may have been caused by a powerful law arcane, but compared to the matter of the gods, it was a small thing after all, and it did not even leave any impression in their memories.

And in the town of Gray Valley on the northwest frontier, where all this began, some similar anomalies that no one knows about, but have a profound impact.

ps: Ahhhh The author has been immersed in piano, chess, poetry and painting since childhood, and his cultural accomplishment is not trivial, and his brush writing and painting skills have made me a five-body student who graduated from primary school. (To be continued.) )