The sun, which has been praised by countless poets, is beautiful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is the source of all life, and the world is not tired of imposing all good visions on it.

The first rays of dawn are named Dawn, and it pierces the infinite darkness to represent hope.

It's just that the thoughts of poets and literati are always too emotional, and sensibility means attaching too much subjective will.

The emotional description means that it is not real, and it is full of infinite mystery and magical illusions.

Just as the ancient bronze cannon could bombard a mile or two and kill a row of seven or eight people, even if it was good, the literati could write exaggerated words that eroded dozens of miles in the official text, and the gap between illusory conjecture and reality is often huge.

When the infinitely beautiful sun appears in the sky over Nangang, it brings nothing but destruction or destruction.

But again, a sensual poet recorded a scene with sensual brushstrokes.

Drosriel is a simple name, but it's not so simple if you list all the countless letters of the name suffix.

He is a sun elf from a farther lands further west.

The long name represents his noble lineage.

When the little sun in Southport suddenly bloomed, this elf of noble blood was getting up from the soft and comfortable bed of the temple of Enlil in the neighboring city of Resern, and with great difficulty broke several wonderful and moving female bodies that were entangled in him like an octopus, ready for the first rays of the most magical light when the sun rose every day, but unexpectedly, the sun came early.

As a sun elf, the blood instincts of his body gave him the perception of the sun, light, and fire, and when the light filled with heat and impact entered the perception, he realized that the sun was not the real sun, but some powerful, chaotic, and disordered force.

Such a force erupted in the sky above Nangang as bright as the sun, illuminating the sky for hundreds of miles, what will happen to Nangang below the sun?

Drosriel wept as she imagined the irresistible destruction and the loss of countless lives.

Then, with a surge of passion, he took out the parchment book from his room and began to write the psalms.

Life is an interweaving of sensibility and reason.

The elven poet was sensual, but also had a transcendent logical mind, knowing that such destruction was not the work of the native gods of Baron.

So a foreign evil god tried to destroy the great Barron civilization and the epic of the god war conflict with the Barron god king Enlil had a beginning that was piled up with endless flowery words, and the poet did not hesitate to put any beautiful words and imposes on Enlil and other gods, and put all the vicious sentences on the unknown evil gods.

Because in his eyes, although the human civilization of the Barron Empire also has countless darkness and shortcomings, it is incomparably prosperous and glorious compared to the vast obscurantist areas of the Western Continent.

Those who want to destroy and restore civilization to ignorance are, of course, evil.

Through Drosriel's brushstrokes, all who read his poems will marvel at the powerful assimilation power of the Barron Empire, and the great power of civilization to allow an alien spirit to merge into the centripetal heart, and the Barrons will be even more proud of it.

It's just that even if Drosriel notices, he often subconsciously ignores some things.

There is darkness lurking behind the brilliance of civilization, and not all outsiders are living as well as him.

In fact, most of the outsiders who joined the Barron Empire were defeated slaves after the conquest.

He's just one of those few exceptions.

The bloodline and strong power given by the Sun Elf identity brought it all this.

As early as the ancient Babylonian period before Enlil's future life, Babylon had a process of absorbing powerful foreign bloodlines.

The priestesses under the temple of Ishtar, the goddess of love, fertility, and abundance, were all prostitutes, and all Babylonian women were encouraged to become prostitutes in the temple once before marriage, facing the powerful from outside, so as to absorb the more powerful bloodlines from outside.

When Enlil arrived in this world, the other gods of Babylon did not come with him, but he absorbed the lessons of the collapse of the Babylonian civilization and inherited the essence of the good parts of the past, including the absorption of foreign powerful bloodlines.

In the temples of various places, Enlil often selects and cultivates many beautiful women, and waits for the foreign powerhouses that he fancies.

Zosreal is the beneficiary.

When he came to this Barron Empire, he came into contact with the courtesy of the Temple of Enlil, and thus obtained a very high status in the Barron Empire, and everything followed with status.

Every day he lived a dreamlike life full of milk and honey that he could never have imagined in the forest, and every temple he visited was accompanied by the tenderness of countless priestesses of Enlil.

His extraordinary handsomeness and formidable power, coupled with the poetry he wrote from time to time, fascinated him and made him proud of his identity.

How wonderful such a balon was to him, and the paradise of dreams was nothing more than that.

He loved Barron and loved this wonderful civilization.

What happened to Barron, and he decided to do something more powerful than to sing a beautiful psalm that touched people's hearts?

Drosriel decided to travel east to the shattered Southport, where the destruction caused by the evil gods was presented to all the Barrons in magnificent verses.

Poetry is more than just beautiful melodies and stories.

He can stir up love and hatred in people's hearts, and turn them into a force that can melt everything and destroy everything.

Zosriel's will was so pious and firm that it shone and scorched in his heart, and when this decision fell into a brilliant diamond, he felt the pulse of his blood in his body, and tasted the confluence of emotions brought about by the circulation of the psalms.

Faintly, he has set foot in areas that he had never thought of before.

South... The moment the sun bloomed, the unimaginable power was released instantly, easily destroying all the barriers of the Barron gods.

The projection of the power of Enlil and the gods was destroyed in an instant, and Mahinanu and other gods fled directly.

Everything below is eternal in the endless light and impact.

Everyone, nobles and commoners, warriors, mages, priests in the temple who fled in a hurry.

The last thing that caught my eye was pure whiteness, and they were completely destroyed from soul to body.

Even the heavy earth could not withstand crystallization.

Southport City's most sturdy manor castle is polished and carved into blocks, and the castle is cast together in light and heat.

Large swaths of the sea outside the harbor are being evaporated at an alarming rate.

All ships are turned directly into toner.

At this moment, the entire South Harbor is occupied by a flood of light and heat.

Subsequently, the force of wind and fire caused the temperature and pressure imbalance between Nangang and the wider area, and triggered a series of reactions.

Now, it's time for the gods of the Barron, the Barrons, to taste the destruction of the 10,000 bullets. (To be continued.) )