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When the machine **** who had been fighting so far raised his face again, the severe chill in his eyes still made the rulers feel cold.

Even if it has already been riddled with holes, it is approaching the limit of destruction.

But he is still blocking the front of hell.

The broken armor is like skin, the broken lines are like texture, and the exposed hinges are like bones full of cracks... At this moment, the dying giant seems to be doing nothing, facing the shattering wind, straight forward.

The storm of the sea of ​​thunder and the sea of ​​blood of the subjugation cannot bury him.

The will from the sublime is attached to the dead iron, which makes the steel giant god, which has long been on the verge of collapse, run again. The sword of judgment surges with flames and roars, tearing the giant monsters crawling from the shadow realm.

It's like tearing a tiny piece of tissue paper.

"Isn't it still hot just now, everyone? Why do you have to hurry-"

In the rain of blood, Osiris smiled hoarsely and sent an invitation to the enemies, "Don't worry, we're just getting started!"

So, the broken stars burned and rushed toward the abyss again!

Just behind him, the turbulent torrent of the Styx blocked all the way out, leaving only the only choice for the opponents.

The war is not over yet.

With this surging death as the boundary, we will never die!

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Within the River Styx, on the high-hanging World Tree, Gaia neighed, and the elegy climbed endlessly, so piercing.

It was like the last, dying struggle.

At the very top of the World Tree, the seven miracle marks trembled and flickered rapidly, making it unsustainable.

It was impossible to tell whether it was the elegy or the whimper of the World Tree that ravaged the eardrums.

No one knows whether Gaia, who has experienced repeated heavy losses, can be bound and isolated by this shackle...

Asgard, Niffenheim, Jotunheim, Muspelheim... use nine different signs of miracles, and replace the nine worlds defined by northern Europe with the essence of nine different hells.

The divinity in the Pantheon and the forging of Vulkan were exhausted, and finally the world tree was forged around the "atrium" represented by the sword of Tianque!

And only the part that represents the atrium is the real focus. All the rest of the miracle engravings are to suppress the existence of the 'atrium'.

In order to truly transcend the destiny, Odin searched the whole world, mobilized the power of the entire Nordic pantheon, and created this miracle that can truly encompass the present situation. He intends to hang it on it and obtain it by sacrificing himself. The essence of the three pillars prevents the arrival of Ragnarok.

But after exhausting all the effort, what you get is still nothingness.

Rome took great pains to restore it within the gambling game. It was originally only used as a backup. When the Great Mystery could not be established, it was used as a backup replacement.

But now, if there is something in the chessboard that can block Gaia, I am afraid it is the only one...

But can it really be successful?

Mars stared at the steel giant tree that trembled violently between the distant world.

Eyes wide open.

Unwilling to blink for a moment.

After exhausting the reserves and strength of the Pantheon, he now has only the last strength left to support his body. Apart from waiting, the only thing he can do is pray.

But praying won't help.

The gods are dead, and Gaia has even stood on the opposite side of people, becoming their opponent.

Nothing can bless them anymore.

They have to stand in front of others, to protect their only remaining world.

Until one day, the torrent of destruction overwhelmed them.

Until then, he could only hold on to his spear and wait for the result to come.

And the sound of cracking echoed between heaven and earth.

Every moment, I don't know how many roots grow out, and above the blockade that can be covered heavily, new cracks will emerge. The swords wedged on Gaia trembled violently, twisted by Gaia's struggle, and bounced off.

Terrifying high heat erupted from the crack, burning the face of the inaccessible mother to pitch black.

That old face no longer had the cruelty and cruelty that belonged to the Goddess of Nemesis, nor the solemnity and purity of the gods and Buddhas, but under the coverage of countless scars, only one pair of pupils still glowed with light.

"With this remnant body, offer to the Lord of Liga!"

The old woman shouted hoarsely, stretched out her hand, clenched the bronze rod Hanuman had transformed into, and poured blood: "O mighty Holy Spirit, bear witness to me!"

The scarlet blood turned into the tip of a spear and held it upside down from her hand.

Together with the soles of her feet, it penetrated into Gaia's chest and took root!

The Miracle of Activation was drawing her blood and soul, revealing its final radiance, and squeezing the violent turmoil that came from the World Tree.

Snapped!

A soft sound.

Difficult Mother's face stiffened for a moment, then a crack appeared, and she turned back sluggishly.

Just above Gaia's face, a slender gap suddenly cracked on the bound steel roots, stretching, growing, and spreading toward both sides!

The cruel balance still did not favor their existence.

Even if he turned everything into a bargaining chip and sacrificed it, he still couldn't match the weight of Gaia.

Snapped!

Cracks grow.

The radiance of the seated angel descended, and on the huge wheel, a pair of pupils quickly closed, and the soul of the living saint rose from the rise, draining the power stored in the holy coffin, turning it into a sword of flames that revolved in all directions, nailed into it. The World Tree has integrated miracles into this activated cage, slowing the expansion of the rift for a moment.

Followed by the burning bones in the solar calendar stone.

A bunch of viscous blood-like flames fell on the spinning sun wheel and fell into the world tree. This was the last ray of sunset in the primordial era illuminated by the first sun, before the arrival of destruction.

The rift that spreads, stagnates.

But that ray of sunset, which represents the last hope, is gradually drying up. Trall burned himself, and the last spark of fire in exchange jumped with difficulty, leaving only the candle in the wind.

This is the final countdown.

Huai Shi's eyes widened and she had forgotten to breathe.

But he suddenly heard a low roar from the wind, like mountains rolling on the ground...

Amidst the thunder, the figure appeared on the horizon.

Kua father? !

The majestic giant is running wildly.

Burning, swinging his arms, like soaring, galloping towards the tree of the world.

Wherever he passed, only barbell-like laughter echoed.

Just behind him, while the chains are dragging, the palace full of fissures is surging with flames.

That is the fragment of the last miracle cast by the Eastern Xia lineage, all the power left by the Qing Emperor.

- Fusang!

"That idiot..."

In the survival cabin of the Holy Coffin Fortress, the Qing Emperor under the oxygen mask could almost imagine the unrestrained appearance of Kuafu, and couldn't help sighing.

Are you too old?

Can't understand the vitality of young people?

No, even if the world is destroyed in front of my eyes, that kind of idiot shouldn't feel scared, right?

Is this a flaw or an advantage?

It is really indistinguishable.

I just hope it's too late... don't miss it!

Now, in the gaze of everyone, Kuafu ran wild again, turned his back on the sun, and headed for the countdown to its demise. Rise up with all your strength.

Shouting, roaring, suddenly pulling the chains on his shoulders that were about to be embedded in the bones, causing the broken palace tower to suddenly rise into the air, and with the waving of his arms, he circled and flew towards the tree of the world between heaven and earth!

"—Give it to me!!!!"

In this way, dragging Kuafu who had lost his strength, the wreckage of Fusang soared freely in the wind, defying the gravity of ten million times, and again complied with the echo of Mother Earth, and flew to the tree of the world.

However, before being integrated into Gaia's arms, he has already fallen into the sun wheel of the solar calendar stone!

Fill the bleak flames with light!

The last bit of candle flame, suddenly jumped, collided wildly, spread, that splendid light shrouded the tree of the world, continuously sprinkled the sunset light, integrated into the system of the nine worlds, blocked Reinforce!

The intricate mysteries that symbolize the nine world divisions are reproduced from the world tree.

The dirge came to an abrupt end.

And a louder noise than that louder sounded from the blockade of the World Tree and burst out suddenly, causing waves of turmoil in the sky and the earth.

It's like a heartbeat!

Massive amounts of blood spurted out from behind the rift, filling the barren world and forming a scarlet ocean. And under those fissures that were quickly closing, there was a flesh-and-blood arm that looked like a human, suddenly pierced!

Next, is the second one!

Like a dying beast emerging from its own cicada slough and shedding its dead skin.

This is no longer a level that can be described by the gecko's broken tail. On the contrary, it seems that the organs are the first to be separated from the torso before the main body is about to completely decline!

It made everyone feel a chill that went deep into the bone marrow.

Even if he gave up most of his body and strength, Gaia wanted to forcibly break free from the quickly closing shackles——

But right in front of that fissure.

Waiting for him, only the cold light like a blade!

Want to run so easily?

not that simple!

On the dark hull, the solemn iron light reappeared, and a high-pitched whistle like a whistle burst out with the spray of the tail flame.

"Order the whole ship!"

On the Nautilus's bridge, the navigator of the kingdom of heaven raised his hand and pointed forward: "Raise the flag, adjust the course, and start the full engine crew!

——Target, Destruction Element Old Gaia! "

The sky tower roared, and the return to the ruins trembled.

Extracting the endless death and source quality on the battlefield, he exhausted his last strength.

Just amid the fanatical shouts and cheers of countless heroic souls~lightnovelpub.net~ the burning emblem from the Utopia rose again from the hull of the ship, leading the last afterglow of the stars.

There is no ammunition in the warehouse, no weapons in the sky, and no armor to traverse hell, but all this does not matter.

A decent weapon, and one more!

They themselves are still here!

The war is not over yet, and the enemy is still in front of us, so there is only one choice in front of us!

accelerate.

Speed ​​up again!

The ferocious silhouette emerged from the ruins, shrouded on the hull of the ship, and in the surging tide, the resentment of the past turned into a sharp blade, and the entire battleship was used as a javelin thrown at the elements of destruction.

Breaking through the shackles of the atmosphere and gravity, regardless of Gaia's screams and anger, move forward!

Collide!