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Gray hair fluttered in the hot foehn wind.

The sound of steel colliding came from all directions, and those huge steels collided with each other under the impetus of the pivot, bursting into a loud roar, and in the burst of sparks, the inhuman power converged towards the center.

The black clouds shook in the roar, like a forged iron curtain, and the sky shook and sprinkled countless ashes of dust. The original white tower was painted with a layer of pitch black.

The pungent smell of sulfur filled the wind, making it seem as if it had frozen, pushing it down like a wall, making it difficult to stand still. It is obviously on the top of the tower, but in this hot and gloomy world, you can still hear the sound of the tide.

It is as if there are rivers surging from all directions, the torrents collide, and the sound of water splashing overlaps in one place, setting off layers of shocking low sounds.

They were mixed with the loud roar of steel, so noisy that it was reassuring, as if water moistened a thirsty throat, and a hot life could be redeemed.

Only when you stand on the edge of the tower and peek down can you feel the real despair.

As far as the eye could see, in all directions, there were rivers rushing out of the countless carved riverbeds, but the color of the rivers was crimson, and the color of blood was surging, exuding the light of purgatory.

That's the flames.

The crimson river of flames rushed beneath the gloomy sky, burning the Iron Curtain red.

The lava brought the power of fire and purgatory, propelling countless jaw-dropping machines and pushing the angular hubs to slice through the air and roar.

"It's like hell......"

The old musician muttered softly, withdrew his gaze, and looked no more.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps on the steel suspension ladder behind him, and the wheezing middle-aged man climbed up the tower, walked behind the old musician, presented the document, and whispered:

"My lord, news from the Western Front. ”

The old musician lowered his head and flipped through the urgent news of the spring arrival of the sea fortress, but instead of being angry and embarrassed like the senators, he laughed softly.

"In the end, he is a young man, no matter how cautious he says, he always has arrogance in his heart. ”

He seemed to be able to see Rommel's gloomy face, but he threw the paper into the wind, and the pale paper shattered in the wind, falling with the dust and dissipating.

The middle-aged officer pretended not to hear anything, and just lowered his head: "The senator will ask your opinion." ”

"I don't have any opinions, don't use suspicious people, don't doubt people, I believe Your Majesty also sees it this way. The old musician's hands were clasped in his sleeves, as if he was helpless: "No matter how many times you say something, how you order, if you don't experience it yourself, if you don't suffer a little, it's always useless."

Our opponent is Prince Avalon, that kind of inhuman monster, there is nothing to be ashamed of, and there is no need to think of any way to point fingers.

Since it is said that you should trust young people, let them win or lose. ”

The middle-aged officer was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice what a certain veteran asked him to bring:

"Do you think you're going to lose?"

The old musician was silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

"Even the Senate is terrified, afraid that the world will abandon itself...... I'm sorry, but I'm not a witch or a good divination, it's not something I can control.

I can only be sure of one thing. ”

The old musician glanced at him and said indifferently: "If fate is not on our side, then the Asgardians do not believe in fate, it's as simple as that." ”

The officer was silent for a long time, took three steps back, and turned to leave.

The old musician stood quietly between the world like purgatory, I don't know how long it took, the silence suddenly came, and countless roars quietly dissipated.

The whole world seemed to have lost its voice, and only the muddy breath resounded in my ears.

In the shadows, a rickety figure quietly emerged, he raised his head, revealing the wrinkles on his face, his abrupt hooked nose with heavy lenses, his face covered with dust, and his voice was like the friction of iron sheets:

"My lord, Odin's divinity has successfully moved into the World Tree and is ready to wait for your orders. ”

"Let's get started. ”

The old musician turned around and smiled: "Young people are always frizzy, and sometimes when they make mistakes, the old people should be considerate, and when they can, they always have to help." ”

The rickety figure bowed its head deeply, dissipating into the shadows.

Immediately afterward, there was a sudden darkness between heaven and earth.

Beneath the Iron Curtain, the river of flames that had gathered from all directions seemed to have turned into a candle in the wind, and the light was flickering and flickering. It was as if an invisible monster opened its mouth and gulped down the light and heat from purgatory.

The Tower shook.

From the foot of the tower, to the four hubs, the nine hot seas, thirty-six rivers of lava are rapidly losing their light, cold, condensed, and cracked.

The light that burned the Iron Curtain dissipated, and in the darkness, in the deepest part of the tower, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

Immediately after, countless thunderbolts roared.

Electricity poured out from under the tower's base and swept upwards like a torrent of water, washing away the gray-black dust, stripping away the rust and copper spots, restoring the silent tower to its original pure whiteness, and then shining brightly.

It was the alchemy matrix that was booming.

I don't know how many alchemists have gathered, how many lapis veins have been consumed after a lifetime of hard work, and how many lapis veins have been used up to forge such a huge alchemy matrix.

As if reflecting the vast world, the complex alchemy matrix unfolded layer by layer, and the Dao lit up, running in the core of the tower, glowing with a glow that was enough to ignite everything.

There are no stars, but there are countless intricate branches that move like the stars in the sky.

There is no sunlight, but it is as if there is a scorching sun running between the dark heaven and earth, tearing through all darkness.

The four levels of outflow, creation, formation, and activity light up from the silence, but when the complete matrix is formed, the operation does not stop, but evolves towards the inhuman realm.

In the end, the nine kingdoms were divided, but they were united by the surging divinity, forming the shell that allowed the vast divinity to function perfectly.

This is the 'World Tree'.

Evacuate hundreds of volcanoes, enough to destroy the scourge and smash the earthly weapons of war in one blow.

"The essence of God works. ”

"The artificial Godhead activated. ”

"The nine worlds operate in balance, the divinity is condensed, and the Odin projection is complete. ”

As the sound in his ears continued to sound, at the top of the tower, the old musician closed his eyes, and in his arms, on a wedge-shaped clay tablet full of cracks, countless notes shone dimly.

In the midst of the intricate melody, the glow of the stars slowly rose from his shell, weaving across the sky, revealing the trace of the scepter.

At the top of the scepter, the cloud-covered celestial vault suddenly turbulent, and a void ring slowly opened.

In an instant, the thin and massive lens unfolded and riveted into the sky, turning into a vague and perfect circle.

The distant light is refracted and projected onto the lens. With the naked eye, what you can see is no longer a dark cloud like steel, but a night sky that has been absent for a long time.

The old musician opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly, staring at the night sky.

So, in that night sky, the stars shone brightly, the invisible giant wheel was pushed, and countless stars were moving rapidly, and the speed was so terrifying that the stars dragged out one trail after another in the night.

In the end, the trajectories of countless stars overlapped in one place, turning into a complex and grand concentric circle.

"Star Track Locked. ”

The old musician opened his hands, as if holding the movement of the starry sky, and his hoarse voice echoed between heaven and earth, "The Aetheric Sea Dao Marker is finished." ”

"The fire cellar matrix starts, and the Dora movement begins......"

The heavens and the earth shook, and the clouds of the iron curtain above the sky were turbulent, cracking and opening a series of tragic cracks.

But behind the cracks, what gushes out is a blazing light.

The blazing light is like a sword, crisscrossing between heaven and earth.

The wind gathered, guarding the White Tower, and the low melody converged in countless notes, setting off a roar and roar.

In the next moment, countless dust rose from the ground and fled in all directions in fear.

The cold world erupted with a loud roar of steel clashing.

In the hands of the old musician, the thunder of the world gathered, and the void thunder and lightning condensed into substance at this moment, crystal like crystal, and turned into a spear-like shape.

But through the spear, it seems to be able to glimpse the movement of the grand starry sky, so real, and the whole world reflected is so ethereal, ethereal like a bubble.

Just a slight poke and you'll be disillusioned......

This is the fruit of extinction forged by mankind, the forbidden power usurped from the gods.

- 'Gungnir'!

"Dusk is coming, and the end is here. ”

The old musician held the spear of thunder and lightning in his hand, raised his arm, and pointed to the star-trail frozen in the night sky, "In this way, an elegy will be played for you." ”

In the next moment, the light of thunder rose into the sky.

The star orbit is broken.

It was as if the fate represented by the stars had been torn apart by the spear of thunder and lightning, and the clouds of the Iron Curtain were ignited, and the flames burned in the sky, spreading in all directions, leaving burning scorch marks in the night sky.

And in the very middle of the sky, a terrifying crack has been opened.

In an instant, Gangnir set the sky on fire, and the terrifying thunder converged into a beam, destroying the hollow in the sea of ether.

Forward, forward, forward.

The thunder surged, carving straight traces in the night sky, thousands of miles in an instant.

It swept through lava rivers, desert flying sand, sea tides, and violent storms.

Everywhere they passed, the heavens and the earth roared, the torrent of lava was cut off, the rolling yellow sand melted into glass, the tide collapsed, the wind dissipated, and the torrential rain evaporated......

At that moment, in the noisy throne room, Mary, who was sleeping lightly, woke up from her dream and suddenly opened her eyes.

Her gaze pierced the vault of the palace and stared at the lit sky.

The thunder of destruction fell from the sky!