When the distorted enchantment that reached into the sky blurred and then dissipated, the wizards were indeed excited for a moment.

But only for a moment—and then the hope of survival turned into equal despair.

To the west of the White Tower, a huge golden figure hundreds of meters tall stood indifferently.

In his right hand, he held a huge golden scepter, and his whole body radiated a sun-like scorching and dazzling light, making it impossible for wizards to even make his face visible.

But there is no doubt that He is Tyre—Tyre who came in the form of an incarnation.

Even shamans who don't believe in gods can recognize it.

But even the world's greatest heretics were terrified when they faced the incarnation of Tyre in person.

This has nothing to do with the strength of one's own will.

As long as you are a human being, you can only feel humbled by seeing the legendary god come down in person.

The moment the Distorted Enchantment vanished, the golden figure raised the scepter in his hand.

"Whoever is ungodly—"

A rumbling sound like thunder rang out in the sky.

Then, it was dawn.

- can only be described as such.

With Tyre's incarnation as the center, hundreds of thick pillars of light descended from the sky, enveloping almost two-thirds of the White Tower.

All wizards who touched the pillar of light instantly burst into flames. The scorching air that echoed around the pillar of light completely overwhelmed the wizards. The building was completely set on fire.

It was exactly the same magic that Cell'd had used before.

The only difference is that this time it was performed by Tyre himself.

Because the purpose is not to attack, but to slaughter - Tyre's magic is not very focused this time. Instead, they spread out completely, leaving a large amount of space between the pillar of light and the pillar of light.

But that doesn't mean Tyre's men are merciful.

The so-called Yang Yan Explosion. Natural "explosion" is the theme -

"—Suffering!"

Suddenly, the brilliance of the scorching sun burst open.

A trace of crimson suddenly rose in the middle of the hundreds of golden pillars of light that had stabbed the entire white tower into a sieve. Pillars of light that shimmered with golden light burned at a speed visible to the naked eye. Turned into a pillar of red gold.

Then the pillar of fire swelled and turned into a golden hurricane, crimson flames hiding in the storm, destroying everything it swept through.

The air became more scorching than ever. The entire White Tower, all the buildings began to burn without sparing. The barrier against the flames did nothing, and the sorcerers on the ground burned their skin as they ran, wailing and dying; And the temperature of the underground has also increased rapidly at a terrifying rate, and the skin on the bodies of wizards and ordinary residents who have no frontal combat ability has turned a hot red, and sweat falls to the ground. Then the water vapor that turns into hot flashes reverberates in the air.

The underground shelter had lost its meaning at this point. The steel gate was twisted and deformed in the heat and could not be opened, and if it were not for the barrier to protect against the heat, it would have been burned just by touching the gate.

The temperature in the refuge room is reminiscent of a blacksmith and boiler room. The extremely hot air has already caused some children and the elderly to experience nausea and dizziness.

Compared to the evacuation room, which had been completely reduced to a steamer, the scene on the ground was even more grim.

Storms and storms are intertwined, and firestorms in different directions come together to form new hurricanes. The storm of utter chaos makes it completely impossible to predict its trajectory.

And even if there is no fire wrapped in the storm, just by the hot wind blowing far away, the skin of the whole body will be dehydrated, dry and black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even if it is out of the enveloping range of hot air in time. The whole person will also lose strength and more than half of their body weight.

Naturally, this could not be a pure energy attack.

The reason why the power of just one blow of the incarnation is enough to destroy the country is not all the power of Tyre himself, but the power of the extended realm brought by the priesthood of the "sun".

On the negative side, the mention of the sun brings to mind drought. Then there was famine, riot, and scorching heat. And these people's knee-jerk considerations about the formation of the "sun". will give Tyre the corresponding power.

Today, both the Sun and Justice have become the exclusive domain of Tyre. And not just the two priesthoods themselves. Even the priesthood that had been extended had been completely swallowed by him.

It can be said that Tyre alone is enough to top the top half of the gods.

Even if it's an incarnation of Tyre, though. It was only time to deliver such a blow.

It wasn't Anvilia and Scott's obstruction, it wasn't Clavi or Palbugchiko coming back—it was a great pathos that calmed the whole world.

It's like the pain of a loved one's death. It was like the despair of witnessing his own death, an indescribable and great pathos that made the whole world freeze for a moment. Even Tyre, his hand holding the scepter high froze in the air.

The next moment, a huge illusion appeared in the night sky full of stars.

It's a huge, three-dimensional, all-white treescape that's constantly moving. Composed of rings, threads, and runes, it resembles an inaccurate pyramid with only outlines, and like a window grille pulled up.

Every detail of its intricate structure contains a strange truth. It just filled the night sky so densely that when you looked up, the whole field of vision was completely covered with it.

Amazingly, no matter where one is at the moment, one can look up and see a complete tree.

If you look closely, you can find the shadow of a human in one of the rings. Inside that ring are an endless number of runes, each of which is a new trait of the human being recorded by it.

However, it is not complete.

Those with a sharper intuition immediately realized that He should be part of a much greater and greater being. On the remnants alone, there are still some rings dyed yellow, some rings twisted and deformed, some threads torn off, and runes graffitied. Even the more intact parts that remain, if you have enough insight, you can see that the color of the lines is significantly lighter than that of the rings and runes.

But in reality they are the same color. It's just that the lines are covered with tiny moth-eaten holes.

But even so, it does not affect His sanctity. At the same time as the great pathos appeared, everyone stopped fighting at that moment, raised their heads and quietly looked at the mutilated but still beautiful giant tree-like diagram.

It is the Kabbalah, the tree of life, the Sage who rules over mutation and evolution, divides the hierarchy, and blesses new life.

"My kids ......"

At the same time as the vague, disturbed sound sounded in everyone's hearts, a crisp sound like the ice was shattering. The tattered lines that supported his body finally broke apart, and the chain reaction broke in an instant, and some of the rings exploded, some of them turned completely yellow, and they were thrown upwards into the sky.

The rest of the runes, along with the white rings, fell sporadically towards the ground like rain, and then disappeared when they touched the ground.

All living beings at the same time felt that some connection in their blood had been severed, that some repressed protective measure had been removed, and that all beings in the world had begun to produce some small but certainly existing mutation at the same time.

At the same time, in the corner where no one found, more than a hundred creatures - plants and animals flashed white light at the same time, and then crumbled, and the entire race disappeared into thin air.

Tyre sighed deeply, and bowed silently but respectfully to the falling wreckage of the Sun Dynasty in the manner of a thousand years ago.

After about half a minute, Tyre calmly raised his head, looked at the several people standing in front of him, and slowly clenched the scepter in his hand. (To be continued.) )