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What would be the effect of throwing a piece of cold ice into boiling oil?

Polar opposites clashed violently, and Nieron and his Hellfire Primordial let out a sharp and low double roar, their bodies swelling violently, tearing hundreds of tiny gaps, and dark green flames gushing out as if out of control.

"Ahhhh Zeukskel was not as powerful as Nielon, but it was closer to madness, and its ice-like soul fragments exploded directly in the spiritual sea. There were yells and curses everywhere, and the hellfire instinct's disgust for coldness and the urge to kill the gods overwhelmed Nierron's sanity.

Fighting and struggling, Nielon felt like he was back in the wandering life of the astral plane, where all creatures were enemies, no home, no safety. He eventually reclaimed the port of sanity, but soon fell into an even more terrible nightmare—his perfect elven body was finished.

It was like a rotting corpse soaked in venom after three days of death, swollen and festering. He trembled as he looked at his flawless palms until his fingers fell off one by one. As soon as it was over, thousands of years of struggle and planning, thousands of years of hope were shattered. Even a will as strong as steel can't afford to fight again, and he doesn't have a chance. The extreme conflict of the soul caused this body to be riddled with holes, and the uncontrollable flames were flying around, and his independent soul and Godhead fused again, but they were like a pot of rotten porridge stirred together.

It's all over, and all thoughts are gone...... No, not yet. Nielon looked up, and the bright eyes of the elves were bloody, and the bright growth turned into withered grass and fell off one by one. I was born out of hatred but refused to accept this fate, and now I am back on the track of sin, since this is the case, then hate!

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Lesathos and Eradini withdrew from the pocket plane at the first time of the Divine Rush. It is estimated that that small place cannot withstand the toss of the crazy "gods". And the outside is not much stronger, the earth of the kingdom of God is cracked, and thousands of red lightning in the sky tear the space apart, and the two can only float in mid-air.

"He'll come out in a while, you can hold it back, I'm going to prepare a legendary spell. ”

The Psic's eyes widened, "It's me again, when did you get used to squeezing your allies out of juice?"

"Originally, it was not necessary, who called the Eternal Blazing Sun to be accidentally consumed in advance. Lezathos opened his arms, his body slowly spreading, the flames no longer the platinum gold of Bahamut, and he withdrew the power of the Blue Sigh.

Eradini could clearly sense that this was not pure fire. It's completely different from the violence you show on the top of a snowy mountain. It slowly expands, as if it were flowing liquid heat. Even if it is close at hand, it does not feel the heat, and the energy is tightly and intactly preserved.

The light grew larger and larger, and the layers and lines were clearly visible, the slender tail, the powerful hind limbs, and the scales of the glow. Lezatos opened his eyes and stretched his wingspan that covered half of the green capital. His body was still burning. But according to the will of the golden dragon, with magic as the skeleton and fire as flesh and blood.

But the flame is him, he is not the flame. For the first time, Lysathos fully unfurls the Bonflame Body. A massive body made of liquid fire.

Eradini couldn't help but secretly marvel that the golden dragon was not a fire elemental or a fire djinn, and there was no future in the path of pure flame, so he created his own flame. Like the dark flames of Nielon. This unnamed fire, like the mage, is serene and secluded. Hidden unimaginable explosive power and use.

Lesatos's incantation resounded through the heavens and the earth, and his claws kept changing.

Eradini suddenly thought of what the phrase "originally didn't use" meant, if the Eternal Blazing Sun was used in this state, the power of the two legendary spells would be superimposed...... The Psicoccon decided to take action, otherwise it would really have no say at all.

He took out the Scepter of Demonic Steel and held the ruby head aloft. "Such a splendid scene of destruction is a tribute to darkness and destruction!

The power of evil converged at the tip of the scepter, and its dense concentration made Lezatos look sideways. A black eyeball appeared, and if you looked closely, it was made up of thousands of filthy charms, much more tamed than the one Nielon possessed.

"Roar!" the hellfire tearing plane, which completely surrendered the soul to the gods, appeared.

[Gaze of the Lord of Hell]!

The eyeballs opened suddenly, and terrifying thoughts shot out of their eyes, staring at the Hellfire. The momentum of the latter's forward rush completely stopped, frozen in mid-air. The green flames, blood, and debris on his body were blown backwards in a line, but they couldn't move any further.

The shock didn't last long, and the eyeballs turned to Lesatos before disappearing, and the golden dragon could see the meaning of Asmodeus' eyes—not forgetting the contract.

He turned to Nielon, who gave the last madness, you and I are outcasts of fate, the difference is that it slapped me twice, and you plunged into its arms without knowing it.

There were no rays, no orbs, Lesatos just bent his neck hundreds of times long and let the spell come out in the form of a dragon's breath. The moment the golden energy flow erupted, the huge body dimmed, as if the golden dragon had spewed out all of itself.

The dragon's breath is neither surging nor burning, like sublimated and vaporized gold, a soft light mist envelops the gods, restraining one of their movements, and as the concentration of light mist becomes higher and higher, the brilliant gold is the only thing that Nielon can perceive.

In this serene light, he seemed to see the gates of the kingdom of Afando open, the horns of the Aratians sounding to welcome the arrival of the new gods, the elven gods standing in two rows with kind and gentle smiles, and finally, the loving and majestic face of Corellon stretched out his arms to the wanderer returning home......

"God the Father ......"

The mist shrank into a cloud and then dispersed, and Lesatos regained his original body. He looked up weakly at the gem floating in the air. It was a huge and beautiful crystal half a Sami long, a regular tetrahedron, an equilateral triangle in any direction, with a flawless color like a dream, and Lesatos could see the collapsed kingdom of God through every face, as if Nielon wanted to remember the last apocalyptic scene.

Lesatos grasped it in the palm of his hand, and could feel that the burning divine fire was still not extinguished, and a few broken priesthoods remained in it. And holding it, he immediately took over the command of the laws of the kingdom of God, and he could clearly see that the laws were broken one by one, and he could hear the dying call of the Tiya fanatics in the distant forest.

"It's over. Rest in peace......"

Eradini leaned over, his body trembling constantly, the power of the Lord of the Nine Hells, even if it was an eyeball, was not easy to bear. "Are you grieving? haha, is it for Tia, who has been reduced to a pawn from beginning to end, or is it for this outcast who almost rewrote the setting of the gods of the multiverse just for the sake of his father's love?"

"I'm just trying to put in the last piece of the puzzle to regenerate a soul from a god to an elf with a completely different faction and bloodline, which is against the laws of the worlds, why should Nielon resist the traction of two bodies......? The only thing that can fight against the laws of the worlds is the laws of the worlds!

A whirlpool appeared in the center of the kingdom of God, and the bright silver stripes pulled at something that could be touched. Roll into the depths of the astral plane. The collapsed kingdom of God swirled and flew and was sucked into the whirlpool.

Iraduni really didn't have the strength to fly, and this place of turbulent space was completely unsuitable for teleportation, so he simply climbed directly on the scales of Lezatoth. He kept an eye on the dragon's back, or the Spirit Sucking Monster Dragon Knight might be pinched to death by his hitchhiker. The dragon's wings instigated, stubbornly resisting the suction of the astral vortex, and the strong wind blew the tentacles to the back of his head. At this time, he also understood Neeron's plan, the gods who lost their faith would be dragged into the astral realm by the laws of the worlds to sleep forever, and Neelon could leave the house cleanly, only to separate the divine fire and leave as a demigod. And the body of hellfire will be pulled into the astral realm with the godhead and priesthood, and the connection between the two will be severed.

But now it may be a funeral for the two. The Spirit Sucker looked at the approaching vortex and shouted, "Hurry up!"

"You try!" Lesatos roared, and even the sound was sucked into the vortex.

The puzzled Astral Vortex couldn't find the corpse of the god, and further increased the suction. The Spirit Suction Monster squeezed out the spiritual power that had just recovered, and used the spiritual energy to move the object to push the golden dragon with all its might. Inch by inch. The earth of God cracked and was sucked in, and a section of six places with hundreds of trees flew over, and in a few seconds it would crash into the golden dragon and carry him towards the whirlpool.

"Turn!"

"It's too late!" Lesatos gritted his teeth, holding the gem to summon the last remaining laws of the kingdom of God. Entangled himself, he moved the teleportation that led to nowhere.

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Bang!

The double doors of the temple's ceremonial hall were smashed open with unprecedented brutality, and a group of rangers entered first. After confirming that there was only one drooping elf in the hall, the queen of Garlanod strode in, her cloak blown back from her fast pace.

"Ofasc...... High Priest. Drusilia looked at the old elf with pride and hatred, while the latter knelt before the statue of the corundum of Nielon without saying a word or looking back.

"I thought you were planning a more sensational operation so that you did not show up in the mutiny, but after interrogating the captives, I was surprised to hear that you were imprisoned here because of your strong opposition to the oracle of Nielon, and to the assassination and riot. I allow you to give me an explanation. Drusilia was furious, and even more angry that the object of her hatred was wrong, and that the Ofascists opposed the assassination, which gave her a sense of frustration with no place to use her strength, and her chest was so stuffy that she was about to vomit blood.

“...... Ever since I was literate, I have believed in the Lord of the Rites. The High Priest with his back to the Queen said quietly, his voice as thin as a ghost. "Believers, probationary priests, presiding priests, high priests, and finally high priests. The only thing that sustains me on the demanding path is the expectation of the revival of the elves......"

Drusilia chuckled disdainfully.

"I can't see the way in the darkness, but Neelon lights a lamp, and he sends down a metaphor that Tia will be glorious, and I firmly believe it! I have done so much, all my relatives have alienated me, the common people despise me, and you father and daughter hate me, it doesn't matter, as long as there is a glorious future! It is because of this belief that I think that every sacrifice is reciprocated, and that Nielon's oracle is unquestionable and unsuspecting!"

"But......" The old man's wrinkled skin was aerated, his teeth were clenched, and his nails were digging into his palms. "His last order was assassination and rioting! I don't understand, I resist, all my efforts and sacrifices are meaningless!Why? What the hell am I not doing enough, why do I punish me in this way!" Ofasc jumped up and rushed towards Drusilia but was stopped by the ranger. With a hideous face, he shouted: "Why, you came to sue me why!"

Drusilia's hatred suddenly faded, not because of tolerant understanding, but because the hatred had a way to vent. Is there a cruel or ironic end than this? She brushed aside the ranger, approached Ofasc, stared into his cloudy eyes, and said word by word: "Because your faith has betrayed you!"

Click!

With a crisp sound, the corundum statue of Nielon shattered into several pieces from head to toe, and the old man and the fragment collapsed at the same time.

"Your Majesty!" a ranger ran in, "the sky outside is burning!"

Drusilia looked at her crumbling idol and nodded. Walked over and pried off the bright yellow rectangular glow-in-the-dark stone from the hilt of Nierron's broken sword, and solemnly put it away. Then he picked up the head of the idol with straight lips and placed it in the crook of the arms of the Ofascist bamboo pole.

"You have walked all your life on the wrong path, and countless Tia have lost their lives and loved ones. You don't have the right to die in the Green Capital, with your God's only reward for you, get out!"

Like a lost puppet, Ofascist picked up the stone statue and walked out. On the streets of the green capital, a female elf cleaning the ruins saw him and shouted that all the elves gathered around.

"Let him go!" Drusilia's order was as firm as iron.

Commoners and nobles, rangers and weavers, male and female elves stood on both sides of the road, watching the old man leave. Ofasc's scattered white sparseness, revealing a shriveled scalp, completely tattered and stained with mud, and bones beneath his pale skin, dragged the stone statue with two hands, and walked away from his shoes, leaving a bloody scratch on the soles of his feet.

However, none of the eyes were pity, and they silently cursed to accompany the old man step by step away from the green capital, crushing the last dignity.

Walking, walking, walking, the trees refused to shield him from the sun, and the empty forest was silent.

Ofascist stumbled and stepped into a swamp, and the corundum head sank silently, while the old man did not move, allowing the mire to swallow up. The sludge went overhead, and the swamp bubbled, and there was no more sound. (To be continued!)

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