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The remains of the giant dragon fell into the sea near the eastern continent, and the books and mountains sank into the ocean, causing a splash of water within a radius of hundreds of miles, and an unprecedented tsunami was brewing, but in the blink of an eye, it lost its voice again.

When they looked up, they saw the white tower rising from the ground, surrounded by thunder and storms, and in the cloudy world, songs of praise for the truth rang out.

Thunder and the sea, wisdom and knowledge, another multi-channel god in this world was born, like a general trend rolling in, irresistible.

The light of the morning light flickered on the sword of the god of war, and the god of death stood silently by the river that divided life and death, and the Mother of Heaven looked at the white tower that had been rebuilt in the distance on the remains of the Temple of Knowledge, and her eyes collided with the god of war.

Today's battle was destined to be unfought, and they looked at each other, and at the same time produced a subtle emotion of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox, and then retreated one after another.

"Disaster is coming, go with me, mother's arm will always be your warmest harbor."

In the sky of Fenerport, the layers of white clouds form a soft female figure with a baby in her arms, and the voice so gentle that it makes people want to cry rings in the ears of every believer of Mother Earth Goddess. At the same time, they praised their mothers, fell down on their knees, and kissed the earth.

The ground rumbled and shook, and the land of the whole country began to rise, and the Mother Earth goddess showed the power of the gods, and she slowly lifted the land of the entire kingdom of Fenerport, and the women in the clouds stepped forward and walked west with their followers.

He used the power of the earth god to change the plate structure of the Northern Continent, removing Fenerport from the Kingdom of Rune, making Segar and Lemburg border the Kingdom of Rune, and his own Fenerport broke out of the encirclement of these countries and became the westernmost country of the North Continent.

In an instant, several nations followed the god's footsteps for hundreds of kilometers, like puzzle pieces disrupted by the hands of the gods.

In the midst of an unprecedented miracle, the faithful of Fenerport prayed fervently, praising the benevolent Mother who protected them.

The earthquake trembled, and a violent shaking passed, and Fenerport fell smoothly on the new ground, and the breath of abundance blew, and the earth was reconnected, and dense flowers and forests grew across the border, and Fenerport was tightly protected.

The Lord of the Storm, the God of Knowledge, watched as the dragon's corpse sank completely into the sea, and then he turned and cast a cold glance at the future Black Emperor in the capital of Narelenburg.

George III suddenly felt like a man on his back, under the gaze of a tyrant who was higher than himself, he felt unprecedented irritability and uneasiness before he ascended the throne, just like the secular imperial power was suppressed by the divine power, and the emperor was helpless. After a few seconds, he sighed and disconnected from Lemberg, Segall, and Marcy, and the believers awoke from their slump and regained their faith in the God of Knowledge.

"The country belongs to you, but the faith of the people belongs to you more than you."

The tyrant's gaze was removed from the body of the Prince of Order, and the thunder rolled through the clouds, making a rumbling sound, like the wheels of a carriage slowly moving over the clouds. Thunder fell with a bang, splitting the ground beneath his feet, and the Cathedral of Truth collapsed in half.

Suddenly, it was as if an indescribable aura swept through, staining everything around him with blood.

The sounds of fighting, shouting, and laughter blew like a storm in the ears of all living beings, and the smell of rust rose in the wind, and people seemed to have arrived at the battlefield in an instant, and they could not help but hold their breath and watch for everyone nearby, and the enemy seemed to be everywhere.

Behind the layers of seals, a dark red flag that looks like it is dyed with blood is windless, and the university town has become a battlefield.

In a certain prophecy, the white tower connecting the sky would be swallowed up by the calamity, but now, this prophecy has changed, and the course of the world has gradually moved away from a predetermined script, and has begun to move towards a more chaotic, chaotic, but also new hopeful ending, just like the mythical Pandora's box was opened, releasing disasters, disasters, wars, diseases and deaths, but at the end there is a little light.

In distant Intis, Medici, who was dozing off on the terrace with his legs stilted in the sun, suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head, his gaze through the sunlight, to the cloud-shrouded sky at infinity, and his face gradually changed.

A large hand made of thunder reached out and picked up the dark red flag.

Leodro glanced at the flag, snorted meaninglessly, and then waved it vigorously, and the flag was waved in the wind, and the symbol of blood and disaster suddenly descended on the earth, and the red light crossed the border, crossed the sea and the sky, and went straight to the distant border of Intis!

The Angel of War suddenly stood up, the red streamer and flame in his hand to build a long sword, and he stepped on the railing of the balcony and jumped high, with a blazing white flame, and slashed towards the approaching flames of war!

At the same time, there was a huge roar of machinery between the heavens and the earth, like countless gears running, and the steam machinery rumbled, and the sky of Intis was a little darker, and the "Perfect" built a perfect protective barrier, and even the white clouds were given the concept of steam.

The two sides finally collided!

A huge wave of air was blocked from the border, but it suddenly overturned the border of Intis, the stone monument dividing the land was suddenly cut off, the land was plowed by countless wind blades and flames in an instant, and the vegetation and houses were destroyed in less than a second, and no one survived.

The white clouds in the sky were swept away, the sky was clear, and the thunder gradually rose.

"Leodro!"

The red angel stood on the spire of the Cathedral of Light, with his sword in hand, and laughed loudly at the approaching storm in the distance: "Finally something is done, otherwise you are not even qualified to stand opposite the Lord!" No, you weren't qualified in the first place! ”

"Medici."

The voice of the Lord of the Storm was heard by thunder, and he stood there with the banner of war in his hand, a symbol of calamity.

"This is probably the last battle between us."

A hideous smile gradually crept up the face of the Angel of War, he held a flaming greatsword in his hand, and the misty red light enveloped the entire Intis in an instant, and all the hunters were given the power of the Angel of War at the same time, they could all be Medici, they could all be conquerors!

The red light will continue to expand, and when this army moves, it is destined to turn everything around it into a sea of fire and ruins.

"Come then, Leodro!"

Medici burst out laughing, and the blazing white flames spread out in the sky like an ocean, blazing, and behind him, in the endless white mist, searchlights lit up one after another, and something unimaginably huge descended on the earth like never before, He was the embodiment of gears and machinery, He was the physical law of steam and the operation of the world, to whom every man prayed, to whom every technology was propagated!

In the white mist, there was a faint flash of the sun's rays and small thunderbolts.

These new technologies are not yet fully emblematic of their existence, but they are destined to be passed on one day.

In a second, countless people all over the world were pouring copper pennies into gas meters, steam engines rumbling, steamships sailing the seas, airships rising in the sky. In some borders, people led by the "enlighteners of civilization" are naturally anchors of the "enlighteners of civilization".

The Angel of War finished laughing, and his tone suddenly became calm again, full of anger and hatred:

"Let me see, you traitor, what you have learned in thousands of years of corpse vegetarian meals!!"

……

When the outside world is gradually engulfed by the flames of war, the distant Eastern Continent is as calm and peaceful as a paradise.

The tide at the time of Herabergen's fall failed to pass through the sea of divine war ruins, and naturally it would not affect the people of the Eastern Continent.

In the distant Silver City, people shared different flavors of mushrooms, talked about the meat of monsters and the taste of mushrooms, and chatted in groups in a sunny place, quiet and comfortable.

Among them, a child who looked to be two or three years old, with silver-gray hair and blue eyes, was held in his mother's arms, with a small piece of dried meat in his mouth, and his eyes were always looking into the distance.

In the round tower of Silver City, in a specially arranged room.

A pile of blue ice was piled up there, like a hill.

Derick did not carry his own weapons, stood in front of the iceberg with his bare hands, and prayed reverently:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

After reciting his name and uttering his request, he glanced at Colin Iliad, the chief of the Council of Six, who was waiting in the distance, and strode towards the pile of ice.

Seeing this, Colin, who was carrying the twin swords, held a bottle of golden liquid that emitted light and heat in his hand, leaned closer, and watched as Darek exerted his strength into the pile of ice, burying himself completely, leaving no gaps.

A deep and hazy darkness descended suddenly, and even lightning flashed through the sky, but it could not illuminate the place.

In an instant, an indescribable surge appeared around, as if a pair of eyes cast a gaze from the depths of darkness, and a power that seemed to erase people from the world quietly emerged.

Colin Iliad could clearly feel that Derrick had fallen into a deep sleep, and even though his face was pale and his body trembled slightly from the ice that could not be melted, he did not wake up.

He no longer hesitated, and threw the potion forward, and a ghostly transparent figure emerged and enveloped it.

The figure walked through the dark blue ice to the small space that Darek had propped up, took out the potion, and poured it into Dareik's mouth.

As soon as this was done, it immediately retreated and left the ice.

Brush!

Colin Iliad suddenly drew his straight sword and slashed to the right rear, slashing out a stream of yellow pus and a monster covered in rotting eyes and full of eyes.

This came out of nowhere!

At this moment, Colin Iliad saw a blazing light rising from the pile of blue ice, throwing a pure light different from lightning to the surroundings, warm, warm, bright, and full of life.

It filled Colin's eyes as if it had come from before the Age of Darkness.

And in the deeper part of the Eastern Continent, in the Moon City that watched over the gray fog barrier.

The high priest Nim pondered the three honorific names belonging to the "Fool" repeatedly, and looked out from the tower where the sacrifice lived, and the hunting team that had encountered a miracle that day was still surrounded by everyone, telling over and over again the lofty breath, the rain and wind that made people reborn.

People listened with fascination, and in the repetition of the narrative, the germ of their faith grew.

Miracles and missionaries brought a lot of food, and it was uncontaminated, toxin-free, and even toxin-free. Therefore, in the past few days, there have also been patrols that have tried to penetrate deep into the darkness to find the missionary who seems to have come from the holy scriptures to offer salvation, but nothing has come of it. Perhaps, as the other party said, sending the honorable name has already completed the task, and now it is far away from here.

Nim watched this scene with fascination, and felt for the first time in a long time that the light of hope had indeed appeared in front of Moon City.

"The Lord gives light, and this is already salvation...... But human beings are so greedy, for the sake of Moon City, if the main punishment is for the unbelievers, I am the black sheep that leaps out, willing to bear the rebuke of the Lord and the wrath of the Lord for the people of Moon City. ”

The high priest's fingers ran over the parchment on which the name of the "Fool" was written, and he finally made up his mind.

"The 'Fool' ...... who does not belong to this era"

……

There are still countless people in this world praying to the Creator.

And the Creator is sleeping in the depths of the lightless sea, in which he is searching for himself, for humanity, for his own justice, and then, endless time and memories come to him, like a great tide, and in the great waves, a small boat is crumbling.

Everything went on in a subtle silence, and a stone tablet was placed diagonally at his side, conjuring up a sea of chaos that belonged to the true Creator.

TBC

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Double more.

I really couldn't hold back when I saw someone say that I wrote a paradox alone, and that Aurora would be with others...... You haven't even opened the starting point! That's two great books! What about the money! What about the money!! The manuscript fee for two copies!! That's tens of thousands of manuscript fees per month!! Don't just spread rumors and don't give me money!!

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