To be precise, it was the enhancement, the things that surged the ground to finally reveal their true faces, the countless writhing vines and roots, the thick branches and rhizomes of the trees twisted and tangled, and the cracked trunks formed huge arms, and then the roots that had grown for a hundred years were pulled out of the ground and woven into the legs and feet that supported the body—four, six, or even eight.

The stubby limbs made them move surprisingly fast, completely devoid of the slow weaknesses of the legendary Treants or Planters, and it only took a few breaths for a large jungle to evolve into a thousand or hundreds of Treant warriors, and then they all looked up in unison, and from the mouth-like cress in the upper half of the trunk let out a roar like a wind blowing through the forest - even if it was not audible in the picture, Edward knew it, because the sound was so loud that it seemed as if the whole of Burgundy was shaking with the roar.

But that's not all.

The blue light still flowed, and the earth was still churning.

Edward's eyes narrowed, a disdainful smile on his face, but his heart was slowly shaken by surprise. With the power of Pandorian Ryan, his understanding of divine power and divine rules can be said to be not inferior to that of any lower gods, so of course he knows what the Father of the Oak Tree is doing-

This is the creation of all things...... With a single medium as the main body, creating a near-perfect form, even life—in the blue light, several figures slowly floated from the ground, and the earth turned into dust around them, dimly outlining the unique figures, they appeared to be centaurs-like creatures. However, their fur has the same pattern as a deer, and their long hooves are strong and agile, but their height is almost twice that of ordinary horses. There were four arms attached to the shoulders, one of which was a normal pair of strong arms, holding a longbow, but the other pair was more than ten feet long, and the ends of the five fingers shimmered with a sharp metallic halo!

"Ten thousand ants eat the elephant...... Good idea. The Psychic sneered.

Misla's avatar looked at him, the glint in her eyes moving slightly.

A sneer, most of the time, represents the disdain in a person's heart. But human beings are often complex and changeable, and their expressions cannot be simply interpreted as one, especially such a cunning guy as the human in front of them - at this moment. This sneer may actually represent some of his worries, that is, whether the battered defensive circle can still withstand the attack of a large number of divine power servants.

The turquoise luster finally slowly dissipated, but at this time. A jungle northeast of Burgundy. It has turned into an army like waves on the sea!

The picture of the magic power quietly turned in one direction, so these god army formations occupied the center of the field of vision, and the mutant tree people slowly unfolded their formation, and those special divine power creatures were their lower-level commanders, and the squads were arranged in an orderly manner, with no orders, no commands, but the next moment they had launched a neat and sword-like charge!

Great earthquake tremors. All kinds of strange things are galloping.

The earth tumbled and flowed, expanding in front of them into a smooth avenue. Pointing straight to the end of the line of sight, the lonely city that stood in the midst of light!

"The core has been damaged, and it probably won't last a few minutes, right?"

"But...... If you can't take it, then put it away. ”

The human voice sounded in a silent sealed place, peaceful, slow, but as if with a breathtaking magic, and when the words fell, the magical illusion reflecting the battlefield seemed to tremble...... The glint in Mithra's doppelganger's eyes flashed suddenly, and with the surprise of the goddess, a rainbow burst out of the image—

......

Subtle black, flowing along the sky like living creatures, had already divided the mottled color into countless lights and shadows in the blink of an eye, and then, with a bang, spread out from the sky, as if a huge bell had been ringed.

In the middle of the city, the people in the square looked up at this moment, watching the colorful fire burst from the magic shield that guarded them. The energy slid down the gap and spread out, like countless crystal glasses, shattering, scattering, and finally turning into a flickering rainbow in the sky, but this colorful color could not bring people the slightest beauty touch, only a rich ominous, like a mountain pressing on the hearts of every inhabitant of Burgundy.

The exclamations came and went, but they didn't last long, because despair had filled everyone's mind...... Or maybe not everyone can recognize the giant of the clouds in the sky as the embodiment of Sivannas, but that unbeatable majesty does not make a second conjecture except for the gods.

And the spear of light, which almost pierced the city, undoubtedly said the attitude of the god......

"Mom...... It's so good-looking, mom look at it......"

A little girl who was still babbling looked up curiously, her eyes reflecting the light in the sky that was slowly dissipating, and she couldn't help clapping her hands, for her, something as incomprehensible as divine punishment was too far away, and the colorful colors in front of her were obviously more beautiful than the fireworks made by those illusionists.

But those colorful colors are so beautiful, but why do adults have the same surprised and frightened faces?

The look on the mother's face that she had never seen before made the child suddenly feel something, so her mouth flattened, and she cried loudly: "Mom, I was wrong, I don't want ......"

"Lord Lord, Lord Lord will come to save us, will come to save everyone......" The mother hugged her child tightly, but she couldn't think of any way to make her happy, so she could only repeat the sentence blankly, but in fact it was not for her daughter, but for herself.

My lord, will you really come to save everyone?

"Wishful thinking!" A sneering voice pierced through the subtle noise of the crowd, not high-pitched, but like a thunderbolt echoing in the crowd, piercing and sharp, making everyone subconsciously turn their heads in that direction and look at the druid standing at the edge of the square, dressed in heavy leaf robes. "The great Sivannas has descended, and you are struggling poorly. It's a joke in front of Him! Your lord has given him a head, and the only way for you is to kneel. Repent of your sins and ask the gods for salvation!"

The words were expanded by some divine magic, and the air was vibrated and reached everyone's ears, and they were amazed that there was a deathly silence in the little square for a while, and they don't know how long later. Only then did a voice roar, "This madman!"

The voice was uttered by a young man, also dressed in a foliage robe, who swooped down and grabbed the collar of the man who had been his companion a moment before. Suddenly: "You're crazy! Shut up what nonsense is going on...... Ahh

The roar and scream came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the process, and a long thorn pierced the air with a thud, and the snake wrapped around the young man's neck, and then the branch twisted violently as if it were self-conscious. There was a crunch click. The young man's head suddenly turned to a strange angle! Anger, doubt, and puzzle were forever fixed on his expression, and then his tall figure hung limply down with the rattan whip, and fell to the ground with a thud!

The real death turned the original little panic into a panic, and the people who were close to that direction retreated one after another, like avoiding snakes and scorpions. The little square was in turmoil, and only the sound cut through the noise. Wild laughter: The druid's body is constantly changing, the leaves on his cloak are turning into fur, his body is constantly extending, and when he opens his fanged mouth, the whole person has completely turned into a black bear, but he still speaks:

"Open your eyes, O obsessed ones, and take a good look, for your filthy castle has fallen, and the fire of the gods' punishment will soon fall on your heads!

In the crowd, some timid women had begun to let out a slight cry, a few indignant young people wanted to refute, but when they opened their mouths, they found that they did not know what to say, while most of them were completely immersed in a mess, and they began to run towards the streets around the square, as if the so-called fire of the gods' punishment was really about to descend from heaven.

However, the clouds and mist in the sky were still flying away, and the rain was also gone, and there was a trace of clarity in the air after the rain, but there was no change in the slightest, let alone the fire of punishment...... Only the druid's giant bear still howls with a post-apocalyptic madness: "No one can save you, no one ......"

The voice was high-pitched for a moment, but it suddenly fell, as if something had choked it.

The noise became louder, but then the sound of qiē disappeared again...... Or rather, to be swallowed up by a larger voice.

It was monotonous, and the whistling of the air soon turned into a rumbling roar, followed by a dark shadow that slowly spreads out—gradually and clearly the sunlight is obscured by some behemoth, and the twilight darkness slowly descends at noon.

Once again, everyone gave up on what they were doing, and could only raise their heads sluggishly, looking at the huge creation that slowly descended above their heads—legend has it that thousands of years ago, in the era when the ancient magic kingdom ruled the world, the city was built on a suspended hill and flew in the sky, and when it happened to approach the ground, the huge body would hide the qiē on the ground in the darkness like night.

It's just a thousand years later, and this scene has disappeared from the memory of mankind because of the punishment of the gods.

But thousands of years later, the people of Burgundy are finally the first to see this scene again.

The shadow of the huge ship cast a deep darkness on the city wall against the sunlight, but this darkness could not prevent anyone on the city wall from observing every detail of the huge creation...... It descended slowly, hovering less than three hundred feet above the ground, a distance at which trained soldiers could see every ravine and ridge without even paying special attention, and even feel the chill from the sleek metal armor that slowly emanated from the sky.

"Oh hehe...... It's spectacular!"

Baroque Night Rain shook his neck, which was sore, from being raised excessively, and made the brass rings tied to his beard clang: "It's amazing that such a big thing can fly into the sky." But with such a big guy, it would be a lot of trouble just to get it flying. How many more soldiers can be loaded?"

If any mage heard this question, I am afraid that this guy who does not know how to pretend to understand will give this guy a look of disdain - the floating city is not only the residence of those ancient arcanists, but also their city. The power generated by the core of the magic is so abundant that each floating city can accommodate tens of thousands of inhabitants, as well as various puppets, secret puppets and even dragons made by the mages, and even spare land for farming and grazing to ensure the supply of food in the city. And now, although the size of this spaceship is small, it is no problem to carry tens of thousands of people. If you squeeze it, it's possible for 100,000 people.

And in fact, it doesn't really need to load any soldiers.

Of course. At this moment, there is not such a mage who will give the dwarf in front of him a basic magical education - at this moment, more than a hundred mages in the entire city are sticking to their different positions, and the city wall is a relatively minor place. It's impossible to bother them. And those around here. It is also possible that people with such common sense, such as the priests of the Dark Goddess, are not in the mood to teach this boring dwarf at all.

There is no one in this world who can think about something as heartless as the Baroque Night Rain when he learns that the enemy he is facing is a god...... What's more, these people stationed on the city walls have a good vision to see scenes that the civilians in the city can't pay attention to—such as the incarnations of the four gods who appeared and disappeared, such as the army of divine servants who are charging in the distance.

So. The dwarf smashed his mouth and straightened the belt that hung diagonally over his shoulder.

No matter how heartless. Baroque has never been a stupid fellow, and in the current situation, I am afraid that even a stag beetle without a brain can feel the strong killing intent in the air, and hear the sound of neat hooves that shook the entire city wall, and the distance of five or six miles at the feet of the divine servants is actually only a matter of dozens of breaths, and that siege battle is already imminent.

The rumbling cry was soon as thunderous, and the walls of Burgundy, which were dozens of feet thick, also resonated in the series of knocks, and the weight and strength of the servants were far from being comparable to those of human knights, and those figures at least a dozen feet tall would not doubt that they had the strength to leap up to this forty-foot high wall.

"What the hell......"

Baroque Night Rain pushed the horned helmet on his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the shadows that had become clear in the distance, and the never-before-seen forms in his sight made the dwarf subconsciously bite his lip - although he had never seen such a creature, his years of combat experience still allowed him to make the right judgment and measurement standard at the first time-

Those slender hooves and feet with beast-like claws can not only be used to climb the city wall, if they are kicked, the dwarf's three-hundred-pound body plus armor is afraid that it will also fly in the air for a while, and the two pairs of the longer four arms can occupy all the twenty-foot radius with just one swing, and what is even more terrifying is that those grave muscles must be more deadly than the swing of the blade if they push those cold and shining claws with all their might! and the arm holding the bow and arrow, and those special ways of bouncing— The divine power has changed the form of nature strongly, bringing together many excellent parts in one, and the monsters that are obviously made of trees have the agility and strength of insects, and those animals are more ferocious and fast, and also have the characteristics of spellcasters.

I'm afraid I can't deal with one of them, and without the cover of the city wall and the magic barrier, how long can the two thousand people here deal with each other?

The dwarf withdrew his gaze and swept over his colleagues around him.

In the face of such an enemy, in such a desperate situation of being surrounded, if it were a new soldier, I would have been frightened to the face of the pale and helpless, right? But these knights seemed to be calm, breathing evenly, and their whole bodies were tense, like beasts looking for an opportunity to break through in a predicament.

They are not ordinary soldiers, but Edward's Imperial Electoral Legion, the devil's powerful soul contract gives them the ability to travel through the etheric realm, but also suppresses the nature of these warriors as a part of the human race, as long as the leader screams to the zero, they will not produce the slightest hesitation even if they rush into the dragon's mouth alone, the so-called fear, in their minds, is just a characteristic of the cowardly.

Unfortunately, that's all it takes.

As Edward's friend, one of the captains of the guards in this city, Baroque Night Rain knows a lot about the strength of these people, and knows that their combat ability is not outstanding, and they are not even their own opponents when they are one-on-one, and the ability to steal or pass through objects like a ghost is also very effective when raiding or bullying some miscellaneous soldiers, especially once the battle is prolonged, without the enemy's hands, the consumption of mental power can even kill themselves

I hope that kid can come up with something more dazzling, otherwise......

Just as he was thinking like this, a dull thunderclap shook over the head of the Baroque Night Rain!

"Moradin's axe, ......%" The terrible thud almost made the dwarf jump straight away, and he even forgot his identity and made a familiar curse......& (To be continued......