In the sudden wail, a torrent of essentia swept and poured down from the sky.

In the furnace, the sound of countless essentia crystals shattering was endless.

Such a rich sacrifice, presided over by the high priest, was finally heard by heaven.

Here the fallen gods reappear in apparitions.

From the light to hell.

Liz raised the ritual in her hand and sang silently, and soon the sound of a flood erupted from the void, and as the phantom of the gods dissipated, a slightly condensed majestic figure stepped out of it.

He wears a hideous ice-blue mask on his head, four strange clay pots wrapped around his waist, and thunder, torrential rain, hail, and drought follow Him.

His name was Tlaloc.

He is the lord of rain and floods, and the god of drought and pestilence.

Now, he lifted the soles of his feet and trampled them downward, leaving a footprint on the plaster of the altar that silently dissipated into the air.

But the moment the footprints were imprinted, an infinite torrent gushed out from under the pyramid, raging in the ocean—it looked like a flood, but it was nothing more than a spectacular qualitative transformation of essentia given by divinity.

In the snap of his fingers, he swept to the end of his sight, almost covering half of the dusk country.

From the moment he set foot here, it had become his altar, and now, the place covered with light had become his sacred land.

The fourth layer of the legendary thirteen layers of the sky is inhabited by countless cage cages of the dead at dusk!

With this as a wedge, they forcibly nailed into the hell here, plundered the territory, drew a line, and forcibly took over everything within the scope of the secret ritual.

The light rising from the Great Pyramid enveloped the land, covering nearly a third of the Land of Dusk.

With the sweep of the torrent, countless huge machines running under the earth shook violently, and even let out a high-pitched roar, breaking away from the system of the Land of Dusk and becoming part of the Great Pyramid.

Miracle Marker - Terralokan!

Not even the flash of anger in the central tower could not be contained, and the miracle mark descended here, running between heaven and earth, as if a new soul had squeezed into this body and began to move its arms.

So the world was turned upside down, and countless modules rose from the ground, forming obelisks, like forests, tearing apart the blood-colored rain curtains.

The earth was turned upside down, and countless cannons rose from the darkness.

It was the defensive array that was once left here by the owners of the Purgatory Workshop, and now it was all under the control of the Ivy League.

Adjusting the direction, correcting the angle, drawing the majestic forces from beneath the earth's crust, they are aimed at the sky, igniting fire.

The dark clouds shook, and countless crevices were torn apart by the gunfire that rushed into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a storm of iron light fell from the sky, and the steel ingots caused by the rough forging of essentia and steel rubbed to red, turning into a meteorite rain of extinction, and falling towards the iron crystal seat.

Even from a long distance, you can still feel the scorching pain.

In the middle of the bridge, the Grand Master stared silently at the approaching firelight, unmoved.

And the staff walking next to them didn't seem to see this terrible scene, working calmly and running as usual.

Only the infinite water waves around the Iron Crystal Seat trembled slightly.

Distorted gravity spread through the air, enveloping the entire giant submarine, forming an invisible deep sea that engulfed the cannonballs.

It is not possible to break through even the outermost layer of defenses.

In the midst of thousands of cannons, a blazing flash suddenly appeared, just as the djinn threw its blade out in a rage.

The light condensed into the sharp shadow of the Stonetooth Sword, tearing through the deep sea of gravity, and advancing layer by layer.

Electricity swirled around it, and thunder erupted.

Legend has it that the thunder in the heavenly vault was the rain god who broke a clay pot full of calamity and brought destruction down to earth.

The thunder flashed, but nothing happened.

The stone-toothed sword vanished out of thin air.

It was as if it never existed.

Only a majestic silhouette looms behind the massive submarine......

It was a vague shadow half-kneeling on the ground, like a contemplative figure. In that brief moment, no sagacity or learning was revealed, but rather unsurpassed power and indescribable majesty.

The massive giant squatted beneath the Iron Crystal Seat.

Carrying the entire sea of gravity, the huge iron crystal seat is propped up on his shoulders.

Heaven and earth are firmly separated, so that the world is stable and all things are harmless.

An aura of light suddenly emerged from the sky above the Iron Crystal Throne, and quickly stretched out, enveloping a third of the Dusk Country, covering the rain and night, shrouding everything in this turmoil under its own protection.

"The little man in the bottle?"

On the huge bridge of the airship, Pan Delong, who was in charge of things, raised his eyes and looked at the faint traces of the huge silhouette in amazement.

Unbelievable.

How could it be so fast?

The Ivory Tower's signature strategic-grade weapon.

It is a fictional life form born from the Alchemy Cauldron based on the technology of artificial humans, after countless improvements and creations, and the Holy Spirit - Homon Cruise!

But growing to such a scale, it is no longer possible to call the villain in the bottle when he was a child or even out of the bottle.

It has been given a name, enshrined in a miracle, and a living miracle!

Even if it only lasts for a few weeks, it is still an indestructible weapon of terror......

One only has to look at the power it exudes and its iconic silhouette to guess where the name that gave it comes from.

- Atlas Giant!

Shouldering the great spirit of the earth and the sky.

“...... You've always been like this, Mikhail. ”

Michelle raised her eyes and whispered indifferently: "Always in your own corner, do not play games with others, hide yourself and your creations in places that others can't see...... In retrospect, your autism has been symptomatic since then, right?"

He asked softly, "If you have good things, shouldn't you share the joy with your fellow disciples first?"

No one responded.

Only a sharp sound sounded in the wheel room.

It was the lever that Michelle had clenched, and now the steel was bent in fury.

"You ...... Bastard ......"

I did my best, no matter what it takes, and finally got one step ahead.

But when the curtain was lifted, it was found that he still did not shake off the hateful enemy, but only reluctantly, evenly matched. There is nothing more humiliating than the word 'evenly matched'.

As if he had received it countless times.

Every assessment is the best in the neck-and-neck, but the more she gets to the end, the more Michelle finds that the perfect score she has achieved with all her best is just a natural starting point for some people.

If only the mockery could be heard, it doesn't matter if you are laughed at or despised for it. But all that can be gained from the beginning is this attitude of indifference.

Calm and cold.

Even if he is rejected and resisted by everyone, it has nothing to do with him, but he seems to take it for granted.

Arrogant enough not to take everyone in his eyes......

"Put the present!"

After a long time, Michelle gave an expressionless order: "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy together...... If you receive a favor from others, you must repay it. ”

The scholar bowed his head, turned and hurried away.

It didn't take long for the remnants of the former Foundry King to shake up in the huge laboratory, the cores of the two sub-control centers in the Pillar of Light.

A gray-black fire burned in the wind lamp.

And in the empty shell as solemn as a statue, two lines of blood and tears flowed silently from his eyes.

Between the dark world of the land of dusk, in the midst of the splashing of blood and rain, a sudden gust of crimson wind rose out of thin air, and came to this narrow heaven and earth, drumming vertically and horizontally, covering every inch of air in an instant.

Everywhere they went, countless rains evaporated, and the green flowers and plants withered and dried up in an instant, eroded by the terrifying heat and the fierce toxins in the air, ushering in death.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of snowflakes slowly fell between the torrential rains.

The ash-like snow powder did not melt into the blood, but instead fluttered through the rain, floating between heaven and earth, and it didn't take long for the whole world to turn gray.

Foehn and the tide of precipitation.

The terrifying calamity that Huai Shi had only seen in the dream of a witch suddenly befell this narrow hell.

When he was a giant beast, he couldn't understand the terrifying power of the two, but when he really felt their presence, he couldn't help but feel a tingling in his scalp.

The erosion species hiding in every corner have let out a hoarse scream.

But as long as there is a trace of gray precipitation, you will experience the spiritual erosion and pain that is not inferior to the ashes. The original clear sanity will pass away quickly as the precipitation increases, and finally it will fall into complete madness, throwing itself into the foehn wind and torrential rain.

Bring about one's own destruction.

ushered in rapid aging, but before he could die of old age, he died painfully under the scorching and poisonous poison of the foehn wind, and finally only a terrible wreckage was left in the blood rain.

Now the land of twilight has become a literal hell.

In addition to the spontaneous combustion of the scorching sun and the dark petrification curse, there is also the decaying blood rain of the Iron Crystal Throne, and the foehn wind and precipitation tide of the Ivy League......

Five deadly curses filled every inch of the place, almost turning it into a desperate situation.

Without protection, the moment you are exposed to it will be doomed to a tragic death.

But it didn't take long for Huai Shi to see the thin white mist slowly spreading from the end of her sight, fluttering like a layer of white veil, if there is nothing, it is difficult to distinguish, but it gently covers the earth......

The corners of Huaishi's eyes began to beat wildly.

Curse.

Sixth ......

Just by looking at the essentia glow scattered on the ground, you can know what is happening. 、

It was a 'return gift' from the Iron Crystal

Under the erosion of the mist, the essentia of those eroded species began to escape, and it was being lost all the time.

If this kind of thing happens to the soul of the sublimator, it is simply a tragic situation comparable to a great blood loss, and I am afraid that the soul will collapse after not lasting five minutes, and it will be completely GG.

Do you want to be so ruthless?

Huai Shi was already dumbfounded.

He had foreseen a future in the Land of Dusk covered in countless curses......