The "sun" that invaded the world slowly descended—it couldn't compare to the real sun, but it was still as big as a small mountain, and it exuded terrifying power.

It hovered very close to the ground, and seemed to have "landed" almost completely on the surface, the flames bursting from its edge licked the earth, and under its illumination, the sand and gravel gradually melted, turning into flowing magma, the air twisted in the scorching heat, and waves of heat rolled up over the gradually flowing lava river, and the large and small stones seemed to be disturbed by the invisible power, floating around the "child of the sun", turning into a hot satellite orbiting it.

The massive "Fallen Sun Wheel" stared at the mortal in front of it with countless cold eyeballs inside it, which could almost be described as a mote of dust, and repeated the succinct command again—

"Get on your knees."

It was a coercion that was completely different from that of ordinary transcendent beings or heretics, it was the power that spread from the old gods—this deformed fireball was the true heir of the Black Sun, and its words alone were worth thousands of spells and secret arts.

Vanna felt her body almost burn, the scorching fire seemed to flow through her body, and even the air she breathed became part of the flames.

But she just silently glanced down at the shining ball in her hand.

After a few moments, she carefully placed it close to her body, and in silence she turned around and walked to the great cane, which was stuck deep in the dune—she stretched out her left hand to it, pulled it out with little force, and then carried it over her shoulder.

The giant's staff was too large for a mortal, and even Vanna was carrying it less like she was carrying a weapon, but more like she was carrying a tree.

But she didn't care about it, this heavy "weapon" was just right for her.

She turned, her right hand clutching the giant sword condensed from the ice, and her left hand clutching the cane that slung over her shoulder, calmly staring at the "sun" that had fallen to the earth.

"You refuse," the Sun Heir let out a series of noisy hiss and tremors, its thoughts piercing into Vanna's mind, "but you must hand over the star." ”

The wind in the desert is getting stronger and stronger, and the endless wind seems to roll up the entire desert in the last gap between the two worlds, and the sand and dust in the distance rises in the wind, like an earthy yellow high wall, slowly moving towards here.

Vana looked up in the wind, glanced at the other world in the sky that had stopped falling, and asked calmly, "Are you interfering with this ...... 'impact'?" ”

"You're trying to call for power from afar—but no one can help you," the "sun" that fell to the ground hissed and trembled again, "I've severed the connection between the two worlds, and now you're trapped in this desert, no one can hear you, neither can the usurper, neither can the Queen Leviathan, and resistance is futile...... Hand it over, and I'll let you go." ”

Vanna didn't respond to the heir of the old god, she just narrowed her eyes slightly in the increasingly fierce wind.

Indeed, she couldn't reach the outside, the captain, or the Storm Goddess—though the gentle sound of the waves still ringed in her ears, and the imprints of the spirit fire still burned within her, she couldn't hear their "source" anymore.

When the two worlds collided, the force was channeled into a barrier, turning the desert into a closed cage, and it was obviously the ...... in front of you that drove all this Blasphemy.

The wind began to converge, and the wall of yellow sand rising from afar was crushed little by little under the influence of the wind, it was an astonishing storm, and in the power that was accumulating, countless amounts of sand and dust were surging and rushing in the wall of yellow sand like huge waves.

Vanna inhaled softly, and the ash-like substance escaped into the air with her breath.

She gazed at the children of the sun on the distant earth, her eyes reflecting the phantom of storm and fire.

She lowered the great cane from her shoulder, and then stepped along, her gaze calmly towards the blasphemous sun, which dragged a long ravine across the earth, like a line of symbols carved into the earth.

If it was a giant here, he might really have carved such a sentence-

In the aftermath of the apocalypse, the Travelers launched a charge against the invading sun.

But the giants were gone, the history of the world was over—the wind erased the long ravine left behind Vanna, and the sand and dust that rose into the sky closed behind her like a giant curtain.

Her steps grew faster and faster, turning into an indomitable charge.

Will the Sun Heir be stunned? Perhaps in all of its perceptions, there has never been such an option as "a mortal charging at the heir of the ancient gods" - but can a creature like it have the same feelings as a human?

Vanna was curious about this, but she had no way of knowing the answer, all she knew was that the proud "sun" had finally reacted.

Layers of heat weaved into a honeycomb of lightcast platings on the sun's surface, flames rising in the air, deadly sunlight burning her body, trying to kill her in the charge.

But the dust storm from the ends of the earth had gradually closed around her, turning into a barrier sufficient to temporarily protect against the sun.

Vanna ran forward with all her might, slowly raising her greatsword and staff as she ran, breathing in a wave of flaming heat, ash escaping into the air with each breath.

She felt like she was riding the waves.

A voice seemed to ring in her heart, and she couldn't tell if it was her own voice or the voice of the Storm Goddess or the captain, all she knew was that it was telling her—

The sea of sand is also the sea.

She's going to stir up a storm in the middle of the sea.

For she is a saint of the storm.

In the wind, the wall of yellow sand closed, and Vanna's figure disappeared into the magnificent storm of sand, as if swallowed by the yellow sand in the blink of an eye, and as if it merged with the wind.

Between the two lands that collided with each other, there was only a kilometer-high desert storm that almost connected the two worlds, surging forward with a roar that shook the earth.

In the midst of the huge sandstorm, an arrow was raised high, and after a second's pause, it smashed into the invading "Heir of the Sun".

Today, she's going to try to extinguish a round of the sun.

It was as if the impact that was enough to tear the entire land apart exploded in an instant.

The massive storm across the desert contracted into a sharp arrow, striking head-on the surface of the "sun", which in turn formed a brilliant corona in the moments before the impact—a shocking explosion on impact, followed by a devastating projectile of matter.

The whole desert seemed to be ignited in this eruption, and in a moment the terrifying waves of fire wiped out all the nearby dunes and boulders, and caused the jagged boulders to melt and flow, filling the ravines and craters of the earth.

In the explosion of the "corona", the storm was also torn apart and dispersed, and the wind suddenly turned into a disorderly air current, overflowing and scattering between the heavens and the earth, condensed into a wall, and turned into a sharp arrow The yellow sand was torn apart in the heat wave, and some fell to the earth, and part of it seemed to lose its gravity, and was projected between the two worlds, condensed around the upside-down Silandis like a cloud.

It didn't take long for the yellow sand around the impact point to be dispersed by the chaotic wind.

A glimmer of light first appeared in the dust that was gradually dissipating.

The Son of the Sun was still there—its light had dimmed, the hastily constructed "hypocritical corona" had withstood the storm in the explosion, but it had also torn apart parts of its body, and now, its tentacles, curled up in a flaming shell, curled and trembling uncharacteristically, a golden-red, flame-like and blood-like thing seeping out of the burning shell, floating on the surrounding lava lake, burning as it flowed.

Countless inhuman eyeballs swirled between the spasmodic tentacles, searching for the figure of the enemy as the dust cleared.

The figure appeared in front of a fan-shaped crater not far away.

Vanna stood silently, the air around her distorting in the heat, the last wisps of breeze dissipating from the tip of her longsword.

She looked up and glanced at the Sun Heir in the distance.

In the next second, her body dissipated in the wind, turning into countless ashes that fluttered one after another, scattering lightly all over the earth in the sunlight.

A small ball of brilliant light fell from the air and landed on the ashes that were still scorching.

“…… After all, he is mortal, but he is worthy of respect. ”

The Sun Heir let out a muffled tremor, then slowly floated upwards a bit, driving the invisible force to retrieve the "ancient star" that had fallen into the ashes.

The star didn't move.

“…… Well? ”

For the first time, the heir of the old god was a little confused.

And in the next second, a sudden gust of wind suddenly swept through the yellow sand, rolling up the ashes scattered on the ground!

The glow of the green fire slowly emerged from the ashes, and then almost in the blink of an eye, a chaotic and nameless light and shadow swept over the ashes, as if reconstructing the soul into an illusory form, and then all the ashes floated into the air under the tutelage of the glow of the green fire, and quickly condensed, reshaped, regained color and texture—almost in a matter of seconds, they were condensed into Vanna's form again.

Even the torn armor was restored by the green flames—as if stepping back in time.

Vanna bent down, picked up her sword and staff, and looked up at the false sun that was still burning.

She saw its spasmodic tentacles, and the golden-red substance flowing down from its flame shell.

A smile appeared on her lips.

"So you're going to bleed too—"

She stepped forward.

The wind swept through the sky again, and the yellow sand rose again in the storm.

"So the next question - will you be afraid?"

(End of chapter)