Zoronor almost roared at Raven and yelled, "Why are there no arrows at this time?" ”

Raven shrugged and spread his hands: "No is nothing." ”

"Say no more! It's our turn! Corellon glanced at Raven and immediately stopped Thoronor.

The elven gods are not stupid, everyone sees the weakness of the elven devourer at the moment, and if they don't take advantage of the victory to pursue, according to Etian's ability to recover against the sky, the flaw will disappear in a while.

Raven bowed: "I'll wait here for good news." ”

Corellon glanced at the Raven illusion created by the divine power of the Phantom Goddess again, and did not speak, acquiescing to Raven's stay.

Twelve brilliant divine rays of light spread across the entire sky. All the elves are evacuating at high speed, because next is the stage of the gods.

The scarlet sky was filled with a blood-colored mist.

It was the blood-colored breath of Etiah's wounds.

In the upper wind, Corellon's dazzling long golden hair dances wildly in the wind, if you just look at the back and the long flowing hair, he is definitely a back killer, and everyone will think that he is a peerless beauty.

However, under the scattered golden hair is a handsome middle-aged elf face, the god can change his form and appearance at will, but he likes to let a small number of traces of time remain on his face.

The two pale blue eyes seem to be inlaid in the eye sockets, and the luster in the eyes always reminds people of the tranquility of a work of art.

Behind him, on the right stood his lover, the queen of God, Angelis, and further back, eight elven gods and two sub-elven gods, one on the left and one on the right, formed two pentagram arrays perpendicular to the ground.

The aura of mystery began to escape, and the twelve gods began to condense their powers beyond the elven divine power into one place.

At this moment, all the elves and sub-elves felt an inexplicable throbbing in their hearts.

One by one, they either turned their heads or looked up, especially Raven, who stared at this scene even more through the projection, feeling it all with his body, with his own heart, and with his soul. Because this is the joint condensation of the elven twelve gods. It is also a superlative realm in the multiverse.

What catches the eye is a still, delicate world of oil painting: in the night sky, the wind is still, and the huge waves raised by the wind make a gesture of lapping on the shore, and every leaf in the woods on the shore remains in a blowing posture. But there was no wind. There were no birdsong either, and the moonlight that flowed down from between the branches was blocked.

The land was dark, dead and deep.

In that space, everything in the world came to a standstill. It was as if the restless world had stopped the flow of time, and the long river of history had been perfectly cut in that period.

Abruptly. The picture constructed by the twelve gods moved.

Corellon flew to 0 o'clock and Angelis to 6 o'clock, and the twelve gods rearranged in the agreed position.

A sun-like light and a moon-like ball of soft light appeared among the twelve gods at the same time, and the sun and moon were eternally separated by six o'clock, slowly turning clockwise.

The rotation became faster and faster, and the elven gods began to release their own unique elven divine power with a natural breath.

Round and round, the huge god clock is like a millstone, and like a mirror of the world that is thrown into it and becomes the opposite material.

In perception, the natural aura peculiar to the gods is gone. In its place is a mystical force that is colder and more efficient.

For some reason, Raven felt that the feeling was similar to that of the Golem Legion of Nerras.

Raven suddenly thought of something.

The power created by the combination of twelve powerful gods is terrifying.

Within a thousand miles, all the creatures were trying their best to escape in various ways, snakes and insects were climbing, animals were running wildly, and birds were flying.

At this moment, all the elven rangers, druids and other professions that were closely connected to nature around the entire Eternal Gathering Island even found that their connection with nature was forcibly cut off.

In the entire nearby airspace, even thousands of miles away, sensitive powerhouses can feel that the laws of the world are deviating. That's a kind of mountain, not a mountain. Water is not water, and even the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind have been temporarily disturbed and replaced.

All the laws that he is familiar with are leaving him in fear. It's as if something new or a law is coming, dominating with its unstoppable terror.

In the next moment, even the four elemental gods set their eyes on this.

A sigh rippled in the void at the highest point of the Divine Domain.

"Ahh

A place where the twelve gods are the center. Everything around you is changing color. The green of business is replaced by a dead gray. The fertile black soil became barren and pale in the horizon.

The sky was plunged into darkness. If the elves hadn't seen that the Corellon in the center was still shining like a blazing fireball, they would have even thought that it was a group of evil gods dominating......

The corners of Raven's mouth raised slightly: What a sarcasm! The most conservative and old-fashioned elf clan would unusually use this super ultimate move that completely reverses the attributes of divine power, in an attempt to eliminate the trouble of Etia in one fell swoop. What exactly happened to stimulate Corellon?

The still world created by the elven gods shook the clouds and slowly descended.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. In the field of vision, the world around me shook like rippling water.

Etia the Elven Devourer panicked, and the creature instinct made it feel a great threat. It could clearly feel the gravel beneath its giant foot as if it had encountered layers of waves, jumping and jumping.

In the sky, through the pale blue eyes of Corellon, it seems that a brilliant and dazzling flame can be seen burning wantonly.

The slightly thin lips opened slightly, and the voice of this powerful god with a divine power level of 19 and at the pinnacle of the divine domain seemed to shake the entire world:

"Etiah, you monster!"

"Do you really think that the elven gods can't help you?"

"It's over! It's over! Tens of thousands of years of humiliation of the elves. ”

With a thunderous sound, the atmosphere was humming and shaking.

Corellon and Angelis, both with their left hands clasped with their right fingers, and then their minds moved.

The world reasonably created by the twelve elven gods began to shatter into pieces like a broken mirror, and the largest of them instantly crossed the space, piercing directly through Eitia's huge wound, and directly into the depths of the elven devourer's ** and soul.

"Woo-woo-" This was the greatest sorrow of this monster even more difficult than the Demon King.

Its huge body, which almost stood up to the sky, swelled further, not because of the increase in strength, but because of the endless expansion and destruction of a force that it could not absorb and digest at all.

A chain of explosions began to spread through its body, from his massive mushroom-like body to the tentacles and the three Optimus Prime-like legs.

"Woo-woo-" The screams of pain did not end, but the gods were sensitively aware that the damage was already waning.

This monster adapts so fast!

Without hesitation, the second and third fragments were thrown in.

Finally, this completely alien force crossed the threshold of Eitia's tenacious life force.

Its body began to crumble.

"Poof-" One leg collapsed first, and the terrifying body fluids measured in tons exploded, and such a large amount of corrosive liquid poured under his feet, instantly turning the ruins of the Elven City below into a huge dead lake.

"Click-" Another leg collapsed, this leg was more complete, if it was just that feeling of being chopped off just now, this leg was completely shattered. The whole leg turned into a terrifying liquid sea, easily submerging large swaths of forest.

However, the extremely powerful Spirit Devourer is not dead. Even though only half of its body and one leg remained, it still struggled to resist, turning its thick tentacles into throwing spears and throwing them at the elven gods.

"Go on!" A mouthful of golden god's blood began to ooze from the corners of Corellon and Angelis' mouths.

The elven gods drove more debris to throw it over.

Finally, Etiah's third leg was shattered.

Dying! I'm dying!

The thrill of a grudge that had been entangled for tens of thousands of years was about to end in the next second, and it was so strong that Corellon ignored the fact that his divine power had become empty.

"Poof!" Another mouthful of divine blood spurted out, this time not sticking to the corners of the mouth, but dripping directly to the ground.

Keep it up!

Corellon cast his gaze to the gods behind him.

Tragedy struck. He forgot something very important. Not long ago, in order to save the Elven God of Prophecy, Sahanni*Moonbow, he made all the direct Elven gods almost use up their divine power. The ones they use now are all urgently replenished, and the divine power has never returned to the safety line at all.

"Nope! Even if I tear down the kingdom of God and turn it into divine power, I will ......," Corellon screamed a little irrationally.

"Honey, it's too late! The monster mutated again. With tears in her eyes, Angeles persuaded her lover.

It was too late. The Elven Devourer can be seen to have begun to change color all over its head. The monster was extremely adaptable, and in less than a minute, it adjusted its resistance.

If the elven gods such as Corellon were in their prime, maybe they could kill the elven devourer Etia in one fell swoop just now.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs.

Even though the "...... of the Elder Tree" was very embarrassed, even if his body was blown off a lot, Etiya's life breath still did not weaken much. As if taking one last look at the elven gods in the sky, Etia decisively curled up and became a slug-like body, moving towards the sea.

As the defense island chain of Yongju Island, this is not far or close to Yongju Island, and 200 kilometers is not a short distance for the elves.

For Etiya, whose body radius is still no less than 500 meters at the moment, 200 kilometers is just an hour's thing.

Corellon's face turned blue.

The island is guarded by the high magic of the elves, the sea elves, the unrelenting mages, and the mighty sea forces.

This strength is only for ordinary enemies.

In front of Eitia, this was nothing at all.

Corellon's heart sank, and eventually, he set his sights on the bitter sea elf patron saint of the deep sea* Saisila. (To be continued.) )