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This chapter was supposed to come out last night, but it always didn't feel right, and a paragraph was added to the revision, but today's amount can't be less, so if there is no accident at night, there should be another chapter of 4,000 words. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

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A qiē flowing of the existence zài, wind, water, noisy sounds and even a burning flame...... All temporarily halted the movement. Only the white-gold clouds rolled up in concentric waves, spreading out layer by layer, revealing the midpoint filled with magnificent silver...... Between heaven and earth, there seems to be only darkness and the bright light.

It was silver light...... But it is not a silver light.

Silver, Alchemy, Mithril...... In the human world, no, or there will not be such a pure, such bright color in the many planes of this multiverse, and the light is circulating, encompassing the surrounding qiē...... The sky, the clouds, the entire farm, the woods, and the fields were all cast with a layer of brilliant different colors......

Under the pillar of light. The knights and mercenaries widened their eyes as they witnessed what was happening before them...... At this moment, everyone loses the ability to speak.

The light expanded like an entity, occupying dozens of feet of space around it.

It's not true. However, it has a definite ...... Only when I see the existence of that light can I feel like this.

Because it was driving them—a silvery sheen that rippled all around, as if it had a temperature, neither soft nor hard, neither cold nor hot, so that one could feel its existence but could not touch it. They could only let the silver luster inexorably occupy their field of vision, brushing over their bodies, and also impacting their spirits, and even their entire souls. Push them away, expel them. Half forced, half manipulated, to get them out of place and run as far as they could.

The light flowed like waves of water, flowing over the land in the distance.

A few mercenaries who were struggling to find the elves in the grove raised their heads and looked at the unquenchable lightning-like glow, which burst towards the sky, echoing the rolling thunder in the sky. The mercenaries were bewildered, staring at each other and twisting their faces, and the unforgettable spectacle of their lifetime made them think about it, making them scream, shout or pray, and make them bow down and bow down. Rushing for nothing.

Only the opponent they were chasing, standing quietly among the trees, silently looking up at the light that penetrated the heavens and the earth, as if they had gained.

The light blew like the wind, blowing through the magnificent city in the distance.

At this time, they were already invisible beings, but they still carried a strange power—countless people were awakened in their sleep, feeling the throbbing of their hearts, but they did not know what kind of force caused it, and attributed it to a summer rainstorm—not too many people were able to notice the difference between the slender silver light that connected the heavens and the earth in the distance, and the difference between lightning, and those who were lucky enough to see it also attributed it to the mistake of the eyes......

Only the sensitive, the powerful, the strong above all others, can feel the undiscoverable grandeur of ordinary people, and they go out of their houses and look up at the dark sky in the distance, the silver traces that go straight into the clouds, the lightning and thunder in the sky, silent thoughts, or discussions.

But this is far from the end...... It's about starting.

It is a silent call, a call and a revelation.

Far away. Deep underground. In the silence of the space.

The magical light that illuminated the surroundings was slightly pale...... The pale light bloomed from a multifaceted prismatic crystal, which spread silently and softly in all directions, and the prismatic crystal was encircled in the hands of a statue of a young girl, who held it high in an artistic motion......

In the light of the light is a set of delicate pedestals, smooth metal warped into the shape of petals, which clearly takes a lot of effort from the maker...... But what it carries on it is just an ordinary ashlar.

Of course, since it is placed in this kind of delicacy, it is inevitable that it will no longer be ordinary......

In fact, if you look closely, you can see the difference...... When the warm surface carries the gaze, it will reveal its slightly transparent luster, with a texture like smoky jade, mixed with wisps of texture, but this texture is not the usual condensation - they are swimming, they are alive, and they are slowly drifting away all the time, like a little ink dripping into the clear water, surrounding and pumping out countless lines, but they are not scattered, just spinning and swaying freely, forming countless amazing or mysterious groups.

The dim light, the pedestal and the jade, and the wandering silk threads, form the deepest and most tranquil core in this space......

The silence of the invisible is broken by the invisible...... The call sounded.

A subtle humming sound gradually sounded in the space, and in an instant, it had turned into a piercing sharp sound...... As a result, the luster suddenly became intense in the originally dim crystal of the statue of the girl, but in the blink of an eye, it was as hot and dazzling as the summer sun!

However, the space did not return to darkness because of this, and the luster lit up and flickered one after another in the small space, and finally in the violent or subtle sound, it followed in the footsteps of the illuminating crystal! Even the pedestal carrying these things trembled and distorted in the light......

The ashlar gradually changes, the lines are distorted, they are bursting, the original dull color fades, and the transparency becomes transparent...... Reveal a few inches of it, a subtle source of light.

In this light, the whole room trembled, and the humming sound turned into countless sounds! And the silver light finally broke through all the restraints and burst into the sky!

farther away. Lying beneath the hillside, in the tranquil waters.

Ripples ripple across the warm water, reflecting clouds like fish scales embedded in the sky. The light and dark full moon floats and sinks on the water, sometimes in the shape of an oval shape by the slightly turbulent water waves...... Although it was quickly restored to its original state. It is a gentle scene of silence in the middle of the silent night.

The silence of the invisible is broken by the invisible...... The call rang out.

Silver light burst out from the center of the huge lake, and brilliant pillars of light swept in all directions, completely obscuring the brilliance of the stars. The terrible roar then erupted from the depths of the earth! The lake rolled wildly, forming whirlpools and rolling up huge waves towards the peaceful villages on the shore, and the people, awakened from their sleep, had no idea what was happening, and fled from their homes like flies, but did not know where to find a reasonable place to stay...... In the end, I could only look desperately at the magnificent streamer rushing up in the center of the lake, forming a gray vortex surrounded by silver fires - as if the end was coming.

Far away, on the top of a snow-capped mountain with a howling wind. Among the rocks.

The wind was raging, the wind roared like thunder, swept away the clouds in the sky, and also filtered out every cent of moisture in the air, and gathered into ice particles...... Carved into the rock like a knife, slowly slicing away every crack on their surface that might loosen, this is a place of life that birds and even dragons do not want to set foot in, and in those ancient rumors, it should belong, and belong directly to the gods who look down on a qiē.

But the light is still there, and under the steel-like rock, there are traces of what has been cut, built, and explored, and the building is wide, and there is a bright space, a rough and magnificent temple.

The hall is vast, with a raging flame, illuminating a qiē, but there is no beating haze, a qiē luster, all like the sun and moon in the sky, bright, silent and constant.

The silence of the invisible is broken by the invisible...... The revelation sounded.

A silvery glow burst from a tiny shrine, enveloping the vast surrounding hall in silence. Countless shimmering and colorful lines emerged on the ground, burning, blasting, and finally converging into a gushing light that broke through the stone and snow at the top of the temple and reached the sky.

The wind roared like thunder, and the lead clouds were dense, only this pillar of light illuminated a qiē.

The light lasted only a moment, and then faded—the silver glow did not disappear as if it were extinguished, but like a heavy liquid, the mercury expanded outward, tumbled, thinned outward, and finally indulged in the natural faint morning light.

The fading luster makes this empty and silent space show its true face...... After simple cutting, the huge boulders as tall as a human body are confronted to become dozens of feet high, and more than a dozen huge square pillars support the stone beams and ceilings, and the rock structure is rough and full of relaxed natural beauty. Let everyone's heart rise up with heartfelt admiration, just like looking up at the top of the majestic mountains. I can't help but raise up the ** of worship.

But at this time, it is not human beings who bow and worship.

Any reasonable observer can discern this fact—not only because the kneeling bodies are more than a head taller than ordinary humans, not only because the simple nitrated animal skins wrapped around their waists are all the things that cover the body, but more importantly, the brutality and brutality contained in the bodies covered with hair and muscles under the skins, and the ferocious murderous aura that penetrates into the bone marrow.

Especially when they lifted their heads, which were deeply bowed to the ground, revealing their faces covered with deep hair, they declared that they were different from humans—they were somewhere between humans and beasts, with wolf-like ears and red eyes. Presenting a strange green face, with fangs protruding from the jaw protruding, a wild boar-like horror, and although the outline of a human can be faintly discerned, it is clear that no human wants to accept this disgusting alien.

They don't need that kind of acceptance.

Because they are orcs. They are the sons of the wasteland who were created at the same time as the human race, and have established a powerful civilization that is not inferior to any race, and have left countless waves in the long river of history, so even after ten thousand years of rise and fall, they still have their own pride......

However, a reasonable observer may not be able to accept this fact......

In the impression of human beings, or all intelligent life, orcs are terrible creatures, they believe in law, but they have only one law, and that is that the law is always made by the strong for the weak, and the powerful are commanded by all others...... The faith they possess is nothing but primitive barbarism, the most extreme killing and hatred, and there is never the slightest piety. Not to mention such regular worship and prayer.

In the impression of man, or of all intelligent life, the mountains at the back of the roof of the world are the lair of the orcs, filled with estrus, quarrels, mockery, cruel traps, and pranks, or talk about the delicacies and bountiful booty of the South, which they do not produce, do not make zuò, and they do not produce anything except the offspring who crawl out of their mother's body after indiscriminate copulation, let alone the solemn and tall temples, the bright magic lamps, and the intricately carved altars.

Here, however, a qiē and a qiē are all indeed stored zài.

After a long time after the silver light faded, the orcs finally ended their silent prostration, and they stood up quietly, bowing their heads and slowly retreating, only at the front of the line, the tallest and strongest leader, stood as usual, pale black, sparse hair, unable to cover the flesh of his grave, under the dark red skin, the ridges of every muscle, the muscles were hard, square and rough, so that his body seemed to be integrated with the wall of the temple cut by the axe, it was a statue created by a master. A wonderful work of art.

But his posture was soft, cautious, and he didn't even speak, only casting an inquiring glance into the depths of the hall.

Under the stone statue dozens of feet high, almost connecting the roof of the temple, there was also a figure, standing silently, blending in with the strange silence around him...... He also had a thick body hair, just like the orcs who prostrate. However, the white hair was neatly combed, like the long hair and beard of a wise man, and his face was not dark green, and the snow-white robes, which were different from those of the same kind, were even brighter and more dazzling in this darkness.

There is a hidden bearing called sacredness.

"Signs will eventually emerge, echo signs, and someone will travel through thousands of planes to come here and hold the silver calamity...... The ominous will return to the earth...... In the past, in the future, in the present...... It is everywhere, it is everywhere, it has destroyed and it has been resurrected, and so on, and forever. He holds the keys to multiple worlds, opening the door to the other...... It is the only one, he is not the only one, only the power is the only way to control ......"

The gray figure spoke, as if reciting, as if commanding. The hoarse voice was heavy and harsh, but the calm narration was not the language of the orcs. Rather, it has indulged in the unknowable ancient age, and has created a certain power of words.

The low voice was not grand, but it was accompanied by darkness and a strong wind, which fluttered from the top of the mountain into the space, and for a moment the sound of the wind seemed to be in harmony with the sound of the chant, and gently rose and fell like a tide...... Let the whole temple, the whole hilltop outside the temple, the whole mountains, and even the whole central mountain range, seem to be able to hear this announcement.

Revelation, to the edge of the world.

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