The dragon knight Baruch Stone Axe confirmed that Aldrich Tris was dead, and let out a long breath of relief, and just as he was about to take out the godkiller spear, a golden thunderbolt burst out of the old house of the Tris family. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the midst of lightning and flint, the thunderhammer spontaneously came as the Savior, passing through the roaring city of Eastwood, breaking through the sound barrier and shaking the aftermath of the air like an iron plough pressing through a brand-new factory.

Master Anto Laurent Mowosi seemed to have a premonition of what was going to happen next, and hurriedly urged: "Shreds his body ......"

Before the barbarian hero who had done the hack to his friend could react, a ball of lightning instantly appeared above everyone's heads, and the anger of the immortal gods turned into a vast desert and the boundless Thunder Hell Forest suddenly descended, and everyone present was not spared, and was repeatedly whipped by the lightning.

The passively triggered escape technique is banned, and the arcane energy-absorbing jewelry is shattered one after another, and the rainbow light reflection that is only useful for low-level spells does not work at all, and the immunity to thunder and lightning and the increase in resistance damage seem to be effective, but unfortunately it is only the exemption part, and the angry thunder and lightning full of poison still run through the body.

The twelve-meter-tall War Ancient Tree, with its verdant exploding head and dozens of tree branches, only supported three breaths under the Thunder Hell Forest, and was blown into countless pieces. The young brass dragon that was slightly stronger than it, but unfortunately, under the wrath and thunder of the gods, the shiny dragon scales continued to explode one after another, and the flesh and blood were scorched and splattered in all directions, and the wounds were deep and the bones could be seen.

Armed with a dragon's tooth spear, Baruch Stone Axe sensed the mortal danger and immediately rolled into the rune realm held up by the Dwarven King, the only isolated island in the Thunder Storm that had never been submerged, and the only safe place.

Although his speed was extremely fast, his curled body rolled and his exposed arms were not immune to the whip of lightning, and his open wounds blew away most of his flesh, even if he passed the test of the bath of dragon fire and possessed extraordinary self-healing ability, it was still useless under the divine power.

The peak spellcaster, who knelt on the ground and endured hardship, was intimidated by the thunderhammer's all-domain prohibition, and had to learn the Baruch Stone Axe and climb into the rune realm with his hands and feet.

When all the prey was ready to be a fish that slipped through the net, a white hand tore open the space and poked out, and the palm of his hand showed a fishing net woven by regular warp and weft threads, and grabbed the twelve runes that kept being combined without hesitation, caught them, lifted them vigorously, and returned along the same path.

The spatial crack suddenly disappeared, and the rune realm, which had lost the support of its core, collapsed and disintegrated in an instant, losing its only obstacle, and the Thunder Hell Forest descended again, killing all the godkillers together.

The dim thunderhammer slowly fell, and the ground was surrounded by charred wreckage, which immediately collapsed and disintegrated into fine particles of dust, silently dissipating.

When he landed on Aldrich Triss's body, the silver chain of his right thumb suddenly appeared, and the triangular chain head easily pierced through the steel body, wrapping the heart that had been cut in half, but unfortunately the lost vitality did not come back again, and the heart did not beat after it healed perfectly.

Another spatial crack was torn open, and the Styx ferryman, whose face was hidden in the darkness, wore an ancient cloak, and walked out of the secret realm in the forest.

An endless stream of pale ghosts spread beneath his feet, like the River Styx, which crossed the line between life and death, and like a ferry to a distant land, carrying Aldrich Triss to disappear again.

Before leaving, the ferryman raised the dragon's tooth spear, which had only suffered a few minor wounds in the Thunder Hellforest of God's Wrath, and looked at the silver dawn at the top of Mount Banduras, the backbone of the world.

At the core of the secret realm in the forest, the Reindeer King fused the seven runes he possessed, as well as the five runes mastered by the Styx Ferryman, into the rudimentary realm obtained by the four dwarven kings, and made a near-perfect rune crown.

The city of the Grotesque, which has lost its administrator, can no longer restrain the demigod Lori Helena Thiriels, who easily breaks free from the shackles of the rules and comes to the holiday island outside, where the empty throne of the dead does not dare to touch it, and her eyes are fixed on the location of the ownerless Lord of the Grotesque.

"Thanks to your inaction, I have been able to ascend to the throne of the Immortals without difficulty. ”

The reindeer king smiled for the first time: "Wait a minute! The person to sit down has already been decided, but unfortunately it is not you." ”

Helena Sériès disagreed: "Who are you fooling, the demigods who merge and adapt to the rules of the old and new times, only my generous hand, and it can only be me." ”

The brilliant light suddenly appeared, even the demigod Lori had to reach out to cover it, and the endless tide of light immediately receded, and the shiny full-coverage armor appeared, and twenty-four rainbow streamers rushed up like a fountain behind them, slowly swinging, sending a fresh morning breeze to the gray secret realm in the forest.

"It's you!"

Meanwhile, the embodiment of the Ferryman of the River Styx, the Dark Lord in the form of a Archon, carries a godkiller spear made from the dragon's teeth of the Silver Dawn to the top of Mount Banduras, the Spine of the World.

The only remaining dragons in this world are like great enemies, and the dragon grammar skills are invariably chanting, but unfortunately their opponents are too strong, nearly a thousand black silk streamers suddenly bloomed, and all the dragons were captured in an instant.

The most dangerous mouths were tightly tied, and their limbs and wings were deprived of their freedom, and they lay on their backs like lambs to the slaughter.

All the Dark Lord did was to reduce distractions, always aiming at the Silver Dawn, using the power of the demigods to interfere with fate and blind him and the Reindeer King into perceiving a quarter of an hour's mastermind.

Dragging nearly a thousand brass dragon descendants into the dragon's lair, the majestic and unrivaled might, with each step forward, the body of the archon form grew one meter taller.

Unable to remain silent any longer, Silver Dawn stood up, "Humble slave, through my teeth, shackles and shackles have been smashed, and the new gods have completed their complete sublimation, and you should express your sincere gratitude. ”

"It's too thick-skinned!"

The dark lord's steel armor fell, the source of spell casting was like a tsunami surging out, and nearly a thousand dragon grammar techniques were formed, but they did not bloom in turn, transforming into a thumb-sized statue, gathering into a star scroll of twelve spiral arms, roaring one after another, the dragon was as powerful as the sea, and the desert was as vast as the ocean.

Approaching the scene of the Void Creation, Silver Dawn was shocked from the dragon's long memory, "Eternal!" not only did not retreat in shock, but took the initiative to attack. A tide of silver light erupted, and the realm of the inferior order instantly extended to every corner of the dragon's lair.

A roar from the spine of the world tore through the clouds, a dazzling flash of light through the cracks in the rocks, and the roar of thunder continued for a long time before it faded for an hour.

The Dark Lord walked out of the dragon's lair alone, half of the streamers on his back broken, and in his right hand he held a dragon's tooth spear, with the dragon head of the silver dawn stuck upside down.

"Except for the Horn of Justice, who guards the Gate of the Abyss, the Mother of Dragons in the Trench of Trandis, all the Dragonborns of this world have been wiped out. The steel wheels of the new era rolled in with the whistling of the steam whistle, but the roar of the dragon was quietly gone. ”

He looked up at the starry sky, felt the cheers of nothingness, and felt the kindness of a fish in water.

"A new journey is about to begin. ”