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The title of the book: The Age of the Great Stand-In

The author of this book: Bamboo Pig Pig

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================================ the gods of Turin bestowed their protection on the warriors who charged on the battlefield through the hand of sacrifice, and the high-ranking warriors after the blessing of the divine grace catalyzed the sharp phantom of their weapons one after another, and launched the most chilling attack on the mountain warships that hid the blasphemers in the air.

"Tiny human beings, let the glory of the Aniros purify your filthy souls." A big man with a height of more than 200 centimeters, solid muscles, only soft brown, engraved with graceful divine pattern leather armor wrapped around his chest and two key points under his crotch, holding a two-handed heavy sword high, riding the hurricane with a hideous face, roaring and flying down from the sky.

Behind him, an illusory greatsword outlined by flames emitted a scorching light.

Just as the first Turin heavy sword warrior who was about to launch a substantial attack on the Creation Mountain, gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and slashed the sword in his hand, a smoke like a miasma in the mountains gently wrapped around his sword-holding hand.

In an instant, the heroic heavy sword warrior felt that his will could not control his body suddenly, and the swollen blood flowed in his veins, forming countless coiled black and cyan ropes, and then the ropes burst, and he silently turned into a cloud of blood mist, evaporating in the void.

In this way, or with the ability to generate infinite heat in the body of the warrior of Turin, turning it into nothing; Or kink with transparent power, and use invisible hands to crumple enemies into a mass of flesh and blood, Merlot alone firmly built an impassable line of defense for the mountain of creation.

Over time. Soon, the mountain range transformed by Gong Yaming's stand-in had been suspended to more than 100 meters in the air, and at this time, the length of the Creation Mountain had exceeded 500 meters, and the Turin eagle cars close to it obviously felt that there was an inexplicable traction force. Faintly emanating from the mountains.

"Shame, it's a shame. It's no wonder that when the hordes attack the human Chauvin Realm, you weak will be left behind on the planet Withered Yellow Wag, "to see the first wave of attacks." It was blocked by a strange mist. Kusar seemed to forget that he was also one of the Turin people left behind in the Yellow Varg, and said in a loud voice, "It seems that the enemy will still be hunted by the strong after all. Divine Guards, go to war! ”

After receiving the order of the Flame Monarch Divine Son, the Golden Eagle Chariot, which had been hovering in the air and eager to try, began to burst out with dazzling light one after another.

After their salvo of light was heard, a burning flame that seemed to be a substance emerged in the void, connecting all the golden eagle chariots together.

That's it. Whether or not the Turin priests driving the golden eagle chariot were followers of the Flame Monarch, the transcendent powers unique to the Son of God fused their divine powers into one.

After that, the golden eagle chariot turned into a virtual shadow and extended its bright wings, rushing towards Merlot, who guarded the mountain of creation.

"Your Excellency, if I die, please help all the mutants to get rid of inhuman discrimination." Feeling the invasion of violent, heavy, broad, and complicated divine power, in the mist surrounding the Creation Mountain, a low admonition came, and then Merlot went straight to it. Kusar united dozens of Turin high priests and hundreds of high-ranking priests to deliver a fatal blow.

There was no explosion of divine power that could destroy the earth in the imagination, nor was there a spatial shock that could reduce all the weak to nothing, and after more than 20 huge winged light balls crashed into the mist, only a silent mist tumbled.

As the churning became more and more violent, 30 seconds later, a faint pillar of light tore through the mist and cracked into the vast sky of the withered yellow Wag star. After that, just as a crack appeared and would eventually be destroyed in the dam of the flood, gradually more and more pillars of light scattered out of the mist, and finally dispersed the fog without a trace, which undoubtedly represented the charge of the people of Turin, and finally tore through the defense line that protected the mountain.

However, after defeating Merlot, the Golden Eagle Chariots did not continue to expand their victory, and in one fell swoop, the Mountains of Creation were also reduced to ashes.

At this time, from the bronze mirror suspended in front of the throne, seeing that the lock of flame faith that connected the divine power had dissolved, and the divine brilliance of the golden eagle chariot's appearance was extremely dim, as if it had been eroded by countless years, Kusar only felt that his tongue was dry and at a loss.

Obviously, this son of the gods, who was born noble and strong, but was new to the battle array, was not as resolute and wise as he imagined, and his first encounter with a strong enemy made him seem a little at a loss.

"Your Highness, the enemy's defense line has been torn apart, should we attack again," looking at the enemy's main ship that had turned into a majestic mountain in the sky, the old and unscrupulous High Priest of Vatlore, looking at the silver throne in the huge golden eagle chariot, said in a loud voice: "The enemy's main ship has become stronger and stronger. ”

Kusar's father was not the Barbarian Pillar of Hatyron after all, he had a well-educated royal family and was well versed in the theory of warfare, and Vatlore's reminder made him quickly calm down, and roared loudly: "Attack the last ship of the blasphemers, and the victory will surely belong to the brave Turinees..."

Suddenly, a throbbing instinctive heart interrupted Kusar's roar, and in the bronze mirror, countless dirt and gravel seemed to be torn and attracted by an invisible force, and suddenly rose from the ground and flew towards the Creation Mountain, which was already hanging high in the air.

And all the eagle carts that stood in the way of the earth and rocks were shattered into a wreckage as if they had been attacked by a powerful force.

"Dodge the dust, fly to the flanks and skies of the human main ship and attack it, don't cherish your strength, and tear the enemy apart in the shortest possible time." Discovering the strange and powerful strength of the enemy, Kusar fell into a momentary distraction, and Vatlore shouted in spite of his humility.

The words of the old high priest reached the ears of every Turin person as the divine power shook and reached the ears of every Turin, and after receiving the order, the Turin eagle chariots scattered one after another, and after rising rapidly, they launched a fierce attack on the Creation Mountain. Powerful magic spells poured down on the mountains that Gong Yaming's avatar had transformed, and countless Turin warriors who looked like insects and ants in comparison jumped onto the mountains at the risk of being killed by the dust and mud that flew in, and attacked the peaks with all their might.

Soon the mountain began to crumble, and although it was still rising into the air, it seemed to extend no larger than the area destroyed by the Turines.

"The ability of the human main ship is very strange, and it seems that although it can produce a strong gravitational force that attracts earth and rocks, this gravitational force is ineffective against our eagle chariots and warriors, and it does not form an effective combat force.

On the surface, the essence of this ability should not be the absurd materialism, maybe we should capture rather than destroy this battleship..."After the battle situation stabilized, Kusar seemed to regain his wisdom, he actually stood up from his throne, looked at the mountain of creation in the distance, and said with a radiant expression.

Looking at the tall and toned figure of the Divine Son, standing up from the throne that had been empty, Vatlore said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the enemy's main ship is a category we have never seen before, and when the victory is not certain, please don't be careless. ”

"High Priest Vatlore, your merits and piety have been appreciated by my noble Father, but please do not question my courage..."Kusar said in a low voice with a hint of anger on his face as white as jade and perfect as a sculpture. At this moment, it seemed that it had finally risen to the expected height, and the Creation Mountain, which seemed to be about to collapse, slowly came to a standstill.

When it was completely hovering, it suddenly began to rotate slowly, like a giant magnet, emitting a violent magnetic force almost comparable to that of the stars in all directions.

In just a few seconds, the Turin warriors, who were already about to celebrate their victory in a frenzied attack on the Creation Mountain, were shattered by the pressure of their own bones, and turned into a pool of flattened red corpses.

Then, the eagle carts attacking around the Creation Mountain, no matter how far or near, began to involuntarily and slowly fly towards the mountain that Gong Yaming's stand-in had turned into.

The pull between the suction of the Creation Mountain and the divine power of Turin completely destroyed those eagle carts in the void, and when they lost the protection of their divine power, they would quickly be fused into one by the Creation Mountain.

Due to the difference between the material and the driver, when the eagle carts were destroyed, the golden eagle carts could still barely support it, but it was already a luxury to want to break away from the gravitational range of the Creation Mountain.

"Your Highness Kusar, please sit back on your throne, the gravitational strength of the enemy's main ship cannot be infinitely enhanced, and when the Golden Eagle is destroyed, you may find a chance to escape."

Vatlore, who had already had a premonition that he was going to be martyred, suddenly pressed the dull-faced Kusar back to the throne and said bluntly: "Mankind has developed a mountain range form battleship that can be compared to the human quasi-super battleship formation in the planet!"

If you have the chance, please be sure to describe this matter in detail to your brother His Majesty Agnos. ”

Hearing the name of his brother Agnus, Kusar suddenly came to his senses, and an inexplicable burst of courage made him want to stand up from his throne and face the fate of death with his army.

But the rational and cowardly nature finally calmed down Kusar, and after having a high-sounding excuse to escape, the noble highness was obviously not willing to die in his first battle.

"High Priest Vatlore, if it weren't for this precious information, I would have been with you..."Kusar said in a sonorous voice on the throne, it was obvious that this noble son of God had succeeded in deceiving himself.

It's a pity that he hasn't shown his regrets, so he saw in the bronze mirror that the golden eagle chariot that was holding on to it, and finally exhausted its last bit of strength, and they all quickly fell on the Creation Mountain like moths that pounced on the fire.

In an instant, dozens of Turin High Priests stormed the power of the gods, enveloping the entire mountain... (To be continued)