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That human, no, that ancient evil thing, can summon such a huge power!

But now, there is no time to sigh, let alone manage these things, if he can't leave here as much as possible, the scattered energy ripples will swallow him immediately! Even if he has such a powerful divine power, he will consume at least half of it in this kind of storm!

The Lord of Dawn's body had turned into light, shooting into the distance, and with the power of the gods, he had propped up a semicircular seven-colored defensive force field under his feet......

But the defensive force field just had time to protect his whole body, and it completely submerged him like a wave of light.

The air was instantly emptied under tremendous pressure, and the light in the space seemed to be swallowed up, but the tremendous pressure ignited all the dust, metal, and rocks in this dark outer layer...... The flames rushed outwards along with the vibrations, piercing through the clouds and completely darkening the world around it, before a deafening explosion that tore through the air swept through like a shock wave. The dust shell was thrown out in an instant, and dazzling flames burst out and continued to spread in all directions like clouds.

Skim across the sky of the Big 6.

......

The Marquis of Jasbeth lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.

The three-story hall of the Louvre, the emperor's new study, was extremely quiet.

This space, which was originally used as a side hall, has a thick stone wall and a perfect soundproof magic circle, so when you stand in it, you can hear almost every heartbeat in your body, and the muddy friction of breathing through the lobes of your lungs is gradually getting louder. The thick rope rubbed against the ear drums - the marquis knew that it was the oppression caused by hanging his head for too long, but. He didn't dare to lift his head even a little bit.

For he was standing in front of His Majesty the King at this moment.

As a courtier and prince, the Marquis of Jasper was generally relatively free in his manners, and of course, the contributions he had made to the country for more than twenty years also gave him a sufficient status, even when he was opposed to the Third Majesty, he never had any nervous feelings. There have never been a few times when I have held my breath so much and stared like this.

But now, all of them are different.

The young majesty, after listening to his own report. What does it mean to remain silent? is it dissatisfaction, a warning, or is it simply a simple hesitation about the order to be made?

After all, there is still a lack of experience in getting along...... Young people's thoughts. It's really incomprehensible. If a qiē. How nice would it be to be able to go back to the way it was?

It is the incarnation of the gods that I have seen...... When it started, it all changed.

Every time he met the young man's gaze, the Marquis of Jasper felt another layer of reverence and trepidation in his heart. Now, this feeling has become like a majestic mountain, suspended above his head, so that when he talks to this majesty, he has to bend his head hard, without touching the other person's gaze, before he can barely control his reason. And after each prayer, you must be prepared to listen to the parables. Otherwise...... The previous few times he fell to his knees directly because of his sore knees, and he couldn't speak, had already made His Majesty the king unhappy, so the count didn't want to hear such a reminder again.

It's like the feeling I had when I saw those gods that day.

Or is it the gift of the gods?

"It's so big ......"

The cranky thoughts in his mind were suppressed in an instant, and the marquis pricked up his ears, hearing the young emperor say so to himself, so he finally couldn't help but raise his gaze a little, and secretly glanced towards the location of his majesty.

The young man stood at the window of the room, with his back to him, as if looking into the distance, but the lattice, which was still a lattice, did not grow any larger, and beyond the lattice, there was nothing to call it big...... Only the clouds on the horizon were blue and black and hazy, the subtle light flowed among the clouds, and the faint sound of thunder was rolling, indicating the coming of a rainstorm.

Are those clouds, thunder and lightning, or, the sky?

Perhaps, this young majesty is lamenting his own ambitions, just like the legendary emperors of ancient times?

'The soldiers worked together to turn this world into our ranch. ''With the sword in our hands, we will open up land for our hoes.'' ''Our frontier is the end of this setting sun. ’...... Countless words poured out in his mind, but before the Marquis could turn them into speculation about the King's Majesty's intentions, a strange voice interrupted his thoughts.

It was an extremely subtle hum, which seemed to sound from the window, like the soft chirping of mosquitoes, but in just a moment, it had already resounded throughout the space, and when the hum turned into a whin, and then into rumbling thunder, the growing surprise in his heart made the marquis finally straighten up, and then saw the gray shadow that gradually rose on the line of the sun-lit city wall beyond the window lattice.

In the deafening thunder, the eye was drawn to the sky.

Above the sky, dense dark clouds were rolling, but the sky had begun to reveal a layer of transparent ultramarine, like a pebble thrown into a pond, and a circle of ripples was rippling along the line of sight from a distance...... The clouds were turbulent like water waves, and those thick dark clouds rolled forward, but gradually they opened layer by layer, and the thick clouds were torn apart, rolling, and finally turning into light clouds in the shape of fish scales, which were still drifting towards the sky overhead...... Behind the clouds, the sky was clear and transparent, and the sun was shining down, and the clear blue was as perfect as the plane of a jewel, without a single blemish.

Cloudless.

This magnificent scenery, which can only be seen on the clearest days in a city near the sea, even on a crisp autumn day, is a gift from the god of the sky to sweep away the troubles of the world, a miracle of pure color, a miracle of blue...... But at the moment, such a view only suffocates those who admire it, especially the Marquis of Jasbeth...... It seems that at that moment, the so-called miracle was the feeling of being in front of you. It reminded him of how he felt a few days ago, confronting the gods.

And in that clear blue sky, the clouds of smoke that were rising in the distance......

It was like a pillar that shot straight into the sky. It was a dull grayish-red, and it swelled at the tip like an opening bud, eventually turning into a strange flying shape, but it seemed to be only half an arm's length high, but it was an illusion due to distance...... The Marquis blinked, and a little of the method of measuring the field and measuring the distance that he had learned in his youth somehow appeared in his head.

The distance was blurred to the extreme, five hundred ...... No. If those rolling thunders really appeared with it, then at least nearly seven hundred, or even a thousand miles...... And if that's the case. How tall should the cloud pillar be? It seems that it is not an exaggeration or boast to say that it goes straight into the sky.

But how is that possible?

A feeling of dizziness came from under his feet, and the marquis subconsciously tensed his legs and feet, but instead staggered unsteadily. By the time he realized it wasn't his problem, it was the ground shaking. There was already a series of subtle creaks throughout the Louvre, and countless tiny dust fell from the ceiling.

The shock lasted for half an hourglass scale, from faint to intense, the whole castle, the whole earth, and even the whole space. All trembling.

"Wolkin...... Is this a miracle?"

When the tremor finally stopped. The Marquis pressed his chest, as if to restrain the pounding heart from rushing out of his throat, and his lips trembled for a long time, before he finally squeezed out a subtle prayer - if it was only a tremor of the earth, then of course it was not worth mentioning, and even the illiterate farmers would not make a fuss about it, but after witnessing the vision of the sky, of course Jasper would no longer regard the tremor as a mere natural phenomenon.

The clouds falling from the sky and the roar of shaking the earth are the legendary miracles of destruction descended by the gods?

"No, it's not a miracle...... It's the power of people. The young king suddenly spoke at this time, and the stern sù in his voice made the marquis stunned again.

"The Power of Man ......"

......

The power of man to reach such a course dù?

The golden figure, standing still in the empty heaven and earth, his slightly lowered gaze swept over the ground—over the sunken barrenness.

The air that had been pushed away was being refilled with a thousand-fold degree back into the area that belonged to them, creating an indescribable hurricane flow in a small area...... The dust and gravel, swept up by the wild storm, converged into the air at a height of a thousand feet, and the heavy sandstorm winds that had been one with them swirled within a few thousand feet, forming a yellow barrier that the light could not penetrate.

But this qiē could not cover the golden eyes, and the powerful force allowed the sight to penetrate everything and see all that remained in the storm.

The surface of the earth has disappeared, and lava, rock, or other qiē has been dug up, leaving only a shallow pit covered in layers of dust and fine sand.

Of course, the slightly rough underside of this 'shallow' pit had actually sunk more than twenty feet, the solid surface had been squeezed out of strange ripple-like undulations, the stones were melting under high pressure, and the crystals from black to olive were scattered everywhere in this pit, the remnants of the rock that had been truly dissolved by the incomparable force.

The pale golden eyes reflected this qiē, and the face of the Lord of the Morning Light was indifferent, but there were countless subtle electric lights, swaying endlessly on the surface of his entire body!

That was the wrath of God.

That person's approach couldn't be simpler. From the very beginning, his qiē was all revolving around this point, the incarnation of the god who was thrown around, the sharp blade of space held in his hand, the escape disguised as an attack, all of which were just a disguise, the real purpose was to defeat the opponent.

If you can't knock back your opponent directly, create an environment where your opponent has to retreat.

However, this should be a privilege that only the strong can apply!

Where does that terrible power come from?

Unknown.

At this moment, the Lord of the Dawn completely understood only the horror of that power - although it could not be seen from the appearance, but in fact, at the moment of that power explosion, at least one-third of the divine power of the god incarnation had already been consumed in order to counteract the crazy explosion and win a little time to leave!

Even if the acquisition of divine power is no longer as difficult as it was at the beginning. This waste still made the gods angry.

Or, the deeper reason for this anger is due to...... Fear. But. The Lord of Dawn will not admit this...... He is a deity, the coming ruler of this multiverse, the god of gods, the one and only god, how can He be afraid? He is only angry!

Find him and kill him, even if it might lead to the bankruptcy of your plans...... It was that boring appeasement that made this incomprehensible monster grow into such a terrible place. If you still let it go, then one qiē and one qiē may completely collapse to the point that you can't control Cheng Dù at some point in the future!

Find him...... Got it.

The will of God expands infinitely in space, seeking its own purpose, though the enemy will be free from the shackles and surveillance of any divine power. But the Lord of Dawn still holds a trump card that can change the game. Layers of thought spread for thousands of miles, and before it could expand further, the apparent response appeared in the sea of consciousness of the gods.

Unexpectedly close.

Although he had known for a long time that the violent explosion would take him too far, the opponent's equally hasty force would not take it too far. But the position of the reaction transmitted back in consciousness. Still a little puzzled by the Lord of the Dawn, his figure moved slightly, and he could already see the black that annoyed the gods—just in the smoke that had not yet dispersed, quietly observing the arrival of the gods.

Although there must have been a plan for him, that didn't matter anymore.

Separated from the sense of light, sight is no longer the main means of observation, dust and air are only annoying obstacles, only the shining individual in consciousness. is the goal that needs to be pursued.

Kill him, Ariel Satido. Use all your strength.

The god of light acted at the moment, so Lansendel commanded.

The power of disobedience was transmitted through the magic web, and the true restraint pulled the silent soul around the man, squeezing out her most powerful power, the cross sword unleashed a lightning slash, the blade completely enveloping the dark image.

The Blazing Divine Servant may not be a perfect ambush, but it is enough, he has no defense at this time, and as long as he is hindered for a little time, it is enough to kill him himself!

In a blink of an eye.

But at the moment when God was running at full strength, a wisp of thought quietly traced back to his observations.

"Come out and mix, but sooner or later you have to pay it back. ”

What else?

After the incomprehensible thought, the light stretched forward, it was incomparable, piercing a qiē energy, that black figure, on the trajectory of this energy!

But then, it fell apart.

It is the Divine Rule, the power of the Divine that outlines the most solid rules in the multiverse, and gathers all the forces into an indestructible shield!

The guardian of the gods.

The gods of light, one of the most essential gods in this multiverse, represent the primordial nature of all the energies of this world, the essence that was born at the same time as the darkness, the great and immortal being. If there is any power that can truly compete with it, it is only darkness - even the power of the elements such as earth, wind, water, and fire is even less than that.

But perhaps the magic of the multiverse lies in its uncertainty.

Incomprehensible, tiny changes pervade every corner of the multiverse, elusive yet tangible, rules to be followed by the gods, and what the mortals call ...... Marvel.

The rules of unpredictability are also present in the rules of God...... For example, standing before the Lord of the Dawn, the guardian of the realm of the gods, although only a mid-level god, has the power of any god of existence and even creation on some special level.

That's the guard.

The Lord of Dawn snorted coldly, his golden gaze reflecting the tall, metal-clad human form. Watching him emerge from a silver gap in space that connected the astral and upper realms, and stood silently in that mass of light—the gap in space shone behind him, and the positive energy representing supreme order and goodness flowed from their home yard and wrapped around the god, and the god sketched a faint trace of light, reflecting the divine power of the Lord of Dawn that was flying away like a mist into a tiny silver color.

"Dawn Majesty, what you have done has deviated from the contract that the gods once defined. ”

Beneath the fully covered helmet, the sound seemed to be as cold and monotonous as the metal casting, but there was a certain disgust in the sonorous voice—the grip of the two-handed heavy sword squeaked sharply against the metal glove, and then slammed down into the air with a sonorous crash through the steel, as loud as his voice.

"Explain your purpose, or I will judge you for transgressing the boundaries of your unauthorized entry into the main material plane. ”

"I'm dealing with an ancient evil that could cause destruction to the world, Pando Ryan!"

The Lord of Dawn was silent for a moment, and then spoke, he knew a lot about the indifference and stubbornness of the god in front of him, and of course, in fact, he didn't mind turning this guy into the best tonic for his own loss, but the open door behind him made Lansendell feel a sharp threat......

Not only does it represent the power of the guardian god, but there is also something else (to be continued......