"Apocalypse Forecast(

In the sudden wailing, a torrent of source quality swept down from the sky.

In the furnace, the sound of countless crystal fragments of the origin is endless.

With such a rich sacrifice, with the presiding of the high priest, he was finally able to go up to heaven.

The fallen gods reappeared here.

Overlooking the **** from the light.

Liz raised the ritual in her hand and sang silently, and soon the sound of flood erupted from the void, and as the phantoms of the gods dissipated, a slightly solid, towering figure came out of it.

He wore an icy blue hideous mask, four weird clay pots wrapped around his waist, and thunder, heavy rain, hail and drought followed him.

His name is Traloc.

It is the master of rain and flood, the **** of drought and plague.

Now, he lifted the sole of his foot, trampled down suddenly, leaving a footprint on the plaster of the altar, and then silently disappeared into the air.

But when the footprints were burned, there was a boundless torrent gushing out from under the pyramid, and the ocean raged-it looked like a flood, but it was just a spectacular qualitative change endowed by the divine nature.

With a flick of his finger, it swept to the end of the line of sight, almost covering a small part of the town of dusk.

From the moment you set foot here, this place has become his altar, and now, the place covered by light has turned into his holy soil.

The fourth layer of the thirteen-story sky in the legend is home to countless cages of the dead in vain at dusk!

Using this as a wedge, he forcibly nailed into the **** here, plundered the territory, set a boundary, and forcibly took over everything within the scope of the mystery.

The light rising from the Great Pyramid enveloped the earth, covering almost a third of the town of dusk.

As the torrent swept across, countless huge machinery running under the earth shook with a sudden shock, and even made a high-pitched roar, broke away from the system of the Twilight Country, and became a part of the Great Pyramid.

The imprint of miracles-another land of Hades·Tralocan!

Even the flash of anger in the central tower could not be contained, the miraculous imprint descended here, running between the heaven and the earth, as if a brand new soul had squeezed into this body and started to move his arms.

As a result, the world turned upside down, and countless modules rose from the ground, forming obelisks, like a forest, tearing apart the **** rain.

The earth turned over, and countless cannons rose from the darkness.

That was the defensive array that was left here by the owners of the Purgatory Workshop, and now it is all under the control of the Ivy League.

Adjusting the direction, correcting the angle, extracting the majestic force from under the earth's crust, they aim at the sky and ignite the fire.

The dark clouds vibrated, and countless gaps were torn apart by gunfire from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy rain of iron light fell from the sky, and the steel ingots caused by the rough forging of the source material and the steel rubbed to crimson, turning into an extinct meteorite rain, falling towards the iron crystal seat.

Even after a long distance, I can still feel the scorching pain.

In the bridge, the Grand Master stared silently at the approaching firelight, unmoved.

The staff walking nearby seemed to have not seen the horrible sight, working calmly and operating as usual.

Only the infinite water wave around the iron crystal seat quivered slightly.

The twisted gravity spreads in the air, enveloping the entire giant submarine, forming an invisible deep ocean, engulfing the sky of artillery fire.

Can't even break through the outermost defense.

Amidst thousands of artillery fires, a fiery flash suddenly appeared, just as a giant spirit threw out his weapon in his rage.

The rays of light condensed into the sharp phantom of the stone-toothed sword, tearing through the deep ocean of gravity, bursting in layers.

Lights entangled on it, and thunder bursts shortly thereafter.

According to legend, the thunder in the sky is that the rain **** broke the earthen jar full of calamity and brought destruction to the world.

The light of thunder flashed away, but nothing happened.

The stone-toothed sword disappeared out of thin air.

It doesn't seem to exist at all.

Only a majestic silhouette loomed out behind the huge submarine...

It was half-kneeling on the ground, like a vague phantom with the head down and contemplation. In that short moment, it did not reveal any breath of wisdom and knowledge, but demonstrated unparalleled strength and unspeakable majesty.

The huge giant squatted under the iron crystal seat.

Carrying the entire sea of ​​gravity, he propped up the huge iron crystal seat on his shoulders.

The sky and the earth are separated firmly, so that the world is stable and everything is harmless.

A halo suddenly emerged from the sky above the iron crystal seat, and quickly opened up, covering a third of the twilight township, covering torrential rain and night, and shrouding everything in this turmoil under its own protection.

"The villain in the bottle?"

On the huge bridge of the airship, Pan Delong, who was in charge of things, raised his eyes and looked at the faint trace left by the huge outline in amazement.

incredible.

How can it be so fast?

The iconic strategic weapon of the Ivory Tower.

It is a fictional life form born from the cauldron of alchemy after countless improvements and creations based on the technology of artificial humans.

But it has grown to such a scale that it can no longer be referred to as a villain in a bottle, who can't even get out of the bottle in its infancy.

It has been given a name, loaded with miracles and imprints, and has become a living miracle!

Even if it can only exist for a few weeks, it is still an invincible terrorist weapon...

As long as you have witnessed the power and the iconic outline it reveals, you can guess where the name given to it comes from.

——The Dome Giant Atlas!

The great spirit that bears the earth and sky.

"...You have always been like this, Mikhail."

Michelle raised her eyes and whispered coldly: "Always digging into her own corner, not playing games with others, covering up, hiding herself and her creations in places where others can't see... Now recalling Get up, your autism has had signs since then, right?"

He asked softly: "If you have something good, shouldn't you share the joy you have gained with your colleagues first?"

No one responded.

Only a sharp sound rang in the wheel room.

It was the joystick gripped by Michelle, and now the steel has been bent in anger.

"You... **** thing..."

Doing my best, at all costs, finally got one step ahead.

But when the curtain was lifted, he found that he still hadn't thrown off the hated enemy, but barely, evenly matched. There is nothing more humiliating than the word ‘evenly matched’.

It's as if he had received it countless times.

Every assessment is the most outstanding, but the more it goes to the end, the more Michelle realizes that the full marks he has tried his best to achieve are just the starting point for some people.

It would be nice if you could hear the mocking, and it doesn't matter to be laughed at and despised. But from beginning to end, all that can be gained is this indifferent attitude.

Calm and cold.

Even if it is being rejected and resisted by everyone, it has nothing to do with him, but it seems to take it for granted.

So arrogant not to put everyone in the eyes...

"Put the gift up!"

For a long time, Michelle blankly ordered: "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy by others... After receiving the favor of others, you always have to be rewarded."

The scholar nodded, turned and walked away quickly.

Not long after, in the huge laboratory, the core of the two sub-control centers in the pillar of light, the remains of the former king of casting, was shocked.

A gray-black flame burned in the wind lamp.

In the solemn empty shell, two lines of blood and tears shed silently in his eyes.

Between the dark world of Twilight Township, in the sprinkling of blood and rain, suddenly a crimson wind rose out of thin air, and came to this narrow world, swelling horizontally and vertically, covering every inch of air in an instant.

Wherever it went, countless rainwater was evaporated, and the green flowers and plants instantly withered, dried up, eroded by the terrifying high temperature and fierce toxins in the air, and ushered in death.

Immediately afterwards, the snow flakes fell slowly among the heavy rains.

The ash-like snow powder did not melt into the blood and water, but passed through the rain lightly, drifting between the heavens and the earth, and before long, the whole world turned into a gray.

Foehn wind and precipitation tide.

The horror disaster that Huai Shi had only seen in the witch's dream suddenly fell in this narrow hell.

When he was a giant beast, he couldn't realize the terrifying power of the two, but when he really felt their existence, he couldn't help but numb his scalp.

Those eroding species hiding in every corner have uttered hoarse screams~lightnovelpub.net~ But if they are contaminated with traces of gray precipitation, they will experience the mental erosion and pain of inferiority and robbery. The original clear reason will quickly flow away as the precipitation continues to increase, and in the end it will completely fall into madness and plunge into the foehn wind and heavy rain.

Seek a dead end.

Ushering in the rapid senescence, it is not waiting for old age to die in pain under the burning and fierce poison of the Foehn wind, and in the end there is only a horrible wreck left in the rain of blood.

Now the town of twilight has become an out-and-out hell.

In addition to the spontaneous combustion of the scorching sun and the dark petrification curse, there are also the decaying blood rain of the iron crystal seat, and the burning wind and precipitation tide of the Ivy League...

Five deadly curses filled every inch of the place, almost turning it into a desperate situation.

If there is no protection, the moment of exposure will be doomed to usher in a tragic death.

But it didn't take long before Huaishi saw a thin white mist slowly spreading from the end of the line of sight, light and fluttering like a layer of white yarn, if there is nothing, it is difficult to tell, but it gently covers the earth...

The corner of Huai Shi's eyes began to jump wildly.

curse.

The sixth...

Just look at the sporadic glow of primordial essence on the earth to know what happened. ,

That is the "return gift" from the iron crystal seat

Under the erosion of the mist, the origin of the erosion species has actually begun to dissipate, and it is being lost every moment.

If this kind of thing happened to the soul of the sublimator, it would be a tragic situation comparable to a large blood loss. I am afraid that the soul will collapse in less than five minutes and completely GG.

Do you want to be so cruel?

Huai Shi was already dumbfounded.

He has foreseen the future of Twilight Land covered by countless curses...