Morrison Town.

There was a coughing sound from outside the slightly dilapidated house, and an old man with a slightly rickety figure looked at the sky worriedly. He reached out and touched his chest, then turned and walked back into the room.

The world has brought despair to all, empires have decayed, and the army has become a weapon for solidifying classes. The civilians, who occupy the largest number of people, live like the walking dead.

This incident is not without sorrow.

It's just that I've been miserable all my life, do you want to let this world continue? Like a curse hanging over the heads of children and grandchildren? In loneliness and despair, repeating the life you have experienced?

Countless thoughts came to mind one by one, and a compassionate look appeared on the old man's face.

At the beginning of Larkin. A phrase from the time of graduation came to Amos's mind, and an important decision was immediately made in his mind. Maybe it's time for you to do something to open a crack in this already decaying world.

Let the bright light, through the cracks of the cracks, shine into the helplessness like the walking dead.

Walk to an inconspicuous corner, reach out and take out a magic scepter that is already covered in dust, and gently wipe the dust off it. There's no denying the power of technology.

The battle armor and mecha on the assembly line have a powerful power comparable to that that a person cannot grasp in his penance for a lifetime. But they forget that those are just external forces.

At best, it exists as a tool.

Only magic comes from human beings themselves, and its limits can make life complete qualitative transformation and become god-level powerhouses. Build a barrier for the kingdom of God to hang in the world, and henceforth share weal and woe with the world.

Some things are not something that can be forgotten and destroyed.

Contrary.

It is precisely because of deliberate forgetting that its vitality is even stronger. What's more, the gods are not destroyed, they are just the fortresses that live in the world, watching over the beacons of magic.

The descending of the gods is not a betrayal of the world, but a salvation.

Mundane and rotten, only by doing extraordinary things can we accomplish things that are impossible in ordinary times. Endure pain and scars in exchange for rebirth.

Moreover, not long ago, the Empire had issued a mandatory conscription order, requiring all young men in the town to report to the servant army recruiting office in three days. One can imagine the fate of these people in the future, and what happened to the common class.

The butcher's knife on the upper level has fallen, and if you don't fight back, what awaits you is death.

The old man turned around and walked outside with the scepter in his hand, his eyes showing a look of hesitation, and finally thought of what had happened over the years, so he hardened his heart again. The gods have launched a general offensive, and this is the only chance for the commoners to break down the class barriers.

If this opportunity is missed, then the upper echelons will take advantage of this war to send civilians to the battlefield step by step. Use the hands of the gods to eradicate the cancer in their eyes.

Although he is not afraid of death, even in this life, he has fantasized about using death for ultimate liberation. However, there was a bad breath that was difficult to swallow in the end.

Why is birth everything?

Why are civilians worthless?

Why is there so much injustice in the world?

Why is struggle the original sin of the world?

After a lifetime of ascetic magic, perhaps it is time to use the glory of the gods to question the world. Although this kind of questioning is silent, it can be imprinted in the barrier of the world.

Moreover, the world is vast, with countless continents, countries and forces.

There are certainly not a few people who think the same way as themselves.

Even if it's just a little bit of starlight, with the help of this imminent war, you can compile a road to heaven.

"Buzz"

A ray of light appeared on the magic scepter.

Quickly intertwined at the feet of the old man, a mysterious pattern gradually revealed.

"Blood Sacrifice"

"Ice Dragon Strike"

The sound of the sound echoed through the open space, and then resounded throughout the town. The urging light slowly rose from the mysterious pattern, and the old man's figure gradually dissolved, turning into dust and losing his trace.

Lights intertwined.

The temperature around suddenly dropped, and it was the height of summer, but at this time, the people in the town seemed to be in the cold winter.

"Roar"

There was an explosion in Larkin's ears.

Looking out the window, I saw a white ice dragon flying into the sky with an irresistible momentum. Passing by, a mech-masked warrior cried out that the soldier was frozen, and then shattered like glass.

"Boom"

"Boom"

Voices echoed in the sky.

The ice dragon crashed into a battleship, then burst open, disappearing between heaven and earth.

Why did the attack come from below? And who used this powerful trick to destroy a battleship? And judging from the fluctuation of power, it seems to be caused by the pure magic element.

Looking at the people in the town, no one can do this, not even a mentor.

Unless he burns his own life.

Burning life?

Larkin was shocked and hurried to where the mentor lived.

A battleship was destroyed, and a large area of sunlight shone down. Immediately after that, there were dense angels, revealing their figures.

"Honoring My Will"

"Kill"

"Kill"

The sound rang out in his ears, and an angel attacked the battleship and mecha beneath him. In an instant, the streamers intertwined and turned into a brilliant color, and the two sides fell into a melee again.

"Chirp"

Birdsong was heard in my ears.

Firebirds with flapping wings appeared in the sky, and Larkin stood in place, galloping. This is the handiwork of fire magicians in the surrounding towns.

They are also people in the world, and they actually choose to destroy the battleships and mecha warriors, and join forces with the gods in the sky to attack.

It's incredible, but it feels like it should be.

"Boom"

"Boom"

Firebirds flew towards the battleship, and the stalemate changed.

In the face of the attack from below, one after another the battleships opened their hatches, and countless mecha warriors poured down like a tide. But he was stopped by the angels in the sky and gradually fell into decline.

As time passed, the fleet, which hung like a dark cloud, was destroyed one by one.

Countless gods also appeared from the rainbow at this time, and sneered at the corners of their mouths as they looked at the changes below. Unexpectedly, in the face of Shinto's attack, the interior of the humane countries actually stabbed in the back.

It seems that 100,000 years of comfort has made humanity a little carried away, so a situation of rebellion and separation has formed.

"Kill"

"Kill"

The vast sound swept the heavens and the earth.

In the first large-scale confrontation, Shinto easily won a big victory due to a rebellion from within the humanity. The gods glanced at each other, turned into streamers and vanished, slowly descending from all directions in the world.

And the troubled times have become irreversible at this moment.

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