Just when the rainstorm that had accumulated for a whole day was pouring down in the sky above the Divine Capital, in the illusion space, Lin Tuo, who was floating over the plain, also saw those dense blue and white silk threads with the help of the sand table.

Without hesitation, he took the lead in landing towards the Northern Forest with one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he grabbed hundreds of aether threads and pressed them downward.

In the next second, the space shook slightly, and figures suddenly appeared in the corresponding area, first blurring, and then quickly becoming clear.

One after another, extraordinary elves in armor and weapons in hand appeared on the wasteland.

Their bodies are slightly illusory, as are the clothes on their bodies and the weapons in their hands.

For the vast majority of them, it was the first time they had entered a battlefield built by angels in this way.

"This is the destination?"

They first looked around, and found that this place was a desolate land, the soil under their feet was rough and slightly strange, and the plains were only spiritual plants and trees, and there was no life.

In the distance, it is blocked by tall mountains, and overhead is a huge, temperatureless "sun".

There are no "demons" in sight, and no angels are seen.

Some extraordinary beings subconsciously and vigilantly began to sense their own power, and then they were a little nervous to find that they really couldn't sense the ether in their bodies.

No, to be precise, their "bodies" are strange at the moment.

They all looked at the elf in the front of the procession, dressed in moon-white and embroidered with golden patterns, only to find that the latter was calmly looking up at the sky.

"Messianic ......"

An elven powerhouse subconsciously spoke, and then heard the high priest speak softly:

"Quiet."

As the words fell, the elves suddenly found that the sky was dark for a moment, and in a trance, they seemed to see a palm passing over the red warm sphere shaped like the sun above their heads, and many of them realized at this time:

"Angel—"

"Boom ......"

In the next second, on the other side of the mountain range not far from them, a stream of blue and white aura fell, and then, the orc legion that stood in the direction descended at the same time, making a roar.

And that's not the end, then, every few seconds, the sky briefly flickers, and each flicker, it means that a team is pulled into the illusion space.

In a short time, the thirteen areas separated by the entire wasteland were all filled, and the teams of humans, orcs, and elves stepped into their established positions one after another.

Ke Lan's team was the last to be pulled in, and it was also in the center of the entire battlefield.

When he and the surrounding powerhouses of the church and the military department, including the high priest, appeared in this mysterious space, his heart was full of irrepressible shock:

As a wisher, he has fantasized countless times that one day he can truly enter the extraordinary world, not just bystand.

However, even in the most mysterious dreams, the present scene was never envisaged.

"Grand Priest...... Where are the angels? When Ke Lan withdrew his gaze from the wasteland, looked to the side, and asked.

Before the latter could reply, he was astonished to hear a slightly illusory voice coming from the red sun above his head:

"This place is blocked by the ether, and everything you see and feel is a god's soul...... Later on the holy war, too......"

Under Lin Tuo's intention, the voice was ethereal and immense, and when it fell, above the wasteland, the originally slightly noisy, extraordinary people from various ethnic groups stopped talking one after another, and looked up at the same time.

And realized that the voice came from the tenth-level angel who came with an oracle and presided over the holy war tonight.

And with Lin Tuo's narration, many of them finally understood the special nature of their own state, and also realized the peculiarity of today's battle.

In the crowd, Ke Lan's eyes widened even more, he completely lost the dignity of the prince, and there was a doubt in his heart, and he suddenly realized:

"So, we have now entered this battlefield as divine spirits, and we have also severed our connection with the Aether, so that the Extraordinary have lost their familiar combat capabilities? And will it be changed to a comparison of the strength of the soul and the number of spirituality? ”

Ke Lan was very surprised, and when Lin Tuo's voice in the sky came to an end, he couldn't help but look at the great priest beside him:

"So, you've lost your spell powers? Can it be ...... How else to fight? ”

In the team, there are also many eyes on them.

The great priest with a solemn face dressed in a sacred robe was not surprised, looked at Ke Lan calmly, and said with a smile:

"It seems that you still haven't understood the angel's words."

Seeing that Ke Lan was stunned, the great priest pointed to the robe on his body, as well as the armor and weapons on the people around him, and reminded:

"Since our divine souls can conjure these, they can naturally conjure all kinds of spells."

As he spoke, the great priest raised his hand and waved, and wisps of spirituality converged from his body towards his palm, turning into a brilliant light.

Seeing this scene, the extraordinary people around him suddenly realized.

The mind turned, and they all condensed a cloud of holy light in the palm of their hands like a gourd painting.

Ke Lan was stunned, as if he realized something, he looked at the Great Priest, and then slowly raised his palm under the latter's gentle gaze.

In the next second, a ball of pure holy light burned in his palm like a flame.

Ke Lan opened his mouth and looked at this scene with some obsession, thinking: It turns out that this is extraordinary.

At the same time, on this huge battlefield, the elves and orcs also comprehended the meaning of Lin Tuo's words, and tried to imitate the usual spells with their own spiritual power in some novelties.

In the sky, a little light lit up overlooking the wasteland, Lin Tuo also sighed a little, this also belongs to the upgraded ability of "Nightmare", if it was in the past, although he could do it himself, it was difficult for others to use it freely.

At this time, the thirteen areas on the ground had stabilized, and gradually adapted to this different combat method from the past, and the high-level transcendents of the various races who led the various teams and participated in the previous meeting began to purge the team and issued the tactical plan that had been discussed with Lin Tuo before.

According to Lin Tuo, it is mainly procrastination, and there is no need for these people to sacrifice their lives to fight.

After all, here, if the soul is completely annihilated, it is equivalent to death, and this is what he does not want to see, even if killing the spirit lord itself is to defend themselves, but it is always good to pay less casualties.

Thinking about it, the team on the ground was completely prepared, and Lin Tuo's expression became serious, and his eyes fell on the Evolved Sand Table in front of him.

In the next second, he took a light breath, raised his hand and grabbed the thirteen "rivers of faith" in the blink of an eye, and his mind turned and suddenly pulled outward.

……

At the same time, the No. 5 sandbox is scattered in temples all over the continent.

Originally in a state of "sleep", entrenched in the statue of the gods, constantly absorbing spirituality, and strengthening themselves, the thirteen "Spirit Lords" sensed danger at the same time, and suddenly opened their blood-red eyes.

Tilting his head, he gazed with a brutal and greedy gaze at the river of faith above him that was flowing with a strong suction.

"Hiss......"

The demon-like creature opened its mouth almost instinctively, spitting out a serpentine letter, and its body burst into a misty light.

However, in the next instant, these thirteen phantoms were forcibly pulled to the pitch-black and cold sky by a pair of invisible hands, and then disappeared into the trembling ripples.

……

Inside the phantom space.

With an angry, terrifying hiss, thirteen phantoms suddenly appeared.

Along with it, there is also the sound of the warm red "sun" from the sky:

"Kill!"

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PS: Zero, full attendance, short.