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

　　 In the melting pot, the sound of countless source crystals shattered endlessly.

　　 offered such a generous sacrifice, with the auspices of the high priest, finally able to go up to heaven.

　　 The fallen gods reappear 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 walked out of it.

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

　　 His name is Traloc.

　　 is the master of rain and floods, and the **** of drought and plague.

　　 Now, he lifted the soles of his feet, 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 magnificent qualitative change endowed by the divine nature.

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

　　 From the moment I set foot here, it became his altar, and now, the place covered by light has turned into his holy soil.

　　The fourth layer of the thirteenth-story sky in the legend, inhabits the cage of the dead in countless twilight!

　　 took this as a wedge, 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 one third of the town of twilight.

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

　　 Imprint of Miracles——Exotic Hades·Talalokhan!

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

　　 Then the earth was turned upside down, and countless modules rose from the ground, forming obelisks, like a forest, tearing the sprinkled **** rain curtain.

　　 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.

　　Adjust the direction, correct the angle, and extract 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.

　　 Then, a heavy rain of iron light fell from the sky, and the steel ingots caused by the rough forging of the source material and 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.

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

　　 The staff walking by the side seemed to have not seen the horrible sight, working calmly and running as usual.

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

　　 Distorted 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 fire, a fiery flash suddenly appeared, just like a giant spirit throwing his sword out in rage.

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

　　Electric light wrapped around it, and thunder followed.

　　 In the legend, the thunder on the sky is the rain **** who broke the earthen pot 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.

　　 doesn't seem to exist at all.

　　 There is only a lofty silhouette looming behind the huge submarine...

　　 It was half-kneeling on the ground, like a vague phantom looking down in thought. 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, propped up the huge iron crystal seat on his shoulders.

　　 Separated the sky and the earth firmly, making the world stable, and everything is harmless.

　　 A halo suddenly emerged from the sky above the iron crystal seat, and quickly opened, covering a third of the twilight township, covering the heavy rain and the dark night, and shrouding all 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 stared at the faint trace left by the huge outline in amazement.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 How could it be so fast?

　　 The iconic strategic weapon of the Ivory Tower.

　　 That is a fictitious life form born from the cauldron of alchemy after countless improvements and creations based on the technology of man-made people, overhead the Holy Spirit-Hormon Cruz!

　　 But it has grown to such a scale that it can no longer be called the villain in the bottle when he was young.

　　 It has been given a name, it has been engraved with miracles, and it 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!

　　 shoulder the great spirit of the earth and the sky.

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

Michelle raised his eyes and whispered coldly: "Always crawling in his own corner, not playing games with others, covering up, hiding himself and his creations in places where others can't see... Thinking back now 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 fellow students first?"

　　 No one responded.

　　Only a sharp sound rang in the wheel room.

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

　　 "You... asshole..."

　　 tried his best, at all costs, finally got one step ahead.

　　 But when the curtain was unveiled, he found that he still hadn't thrown off the hateful enemy, just reluctantly and evenly matched. There is nothing more humiliating than the word ‘evenly matched’.

　　 just as he has received 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 strived for is just a natural starting point for some people.

　　 If only you can hear the mocking, 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 repelled and resisted by everyone, it has nothing to do with him, but it seems to take it for granted.

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

　　 "Put the present on it!"

　　 For a long time, Michelle expressionlessly ordered: "It is better to be happy alone than to be happy by others... After receiving the favor of others, you must always be rewarded."

　　 The scholar nodded, turned and walked away quickly.

　　 It didn't take long before, 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 was burning in the wind lantern.

　　 In the hollow shell, solemn as a god, two lines of blood and tears shed silently in his eyes.

　　 Between the dark worlds of the twilight township, amidst the splash of blood and rain, suddenly a crimson gust of wind lifted out of thin air, and came to this narrow world, swelling horizontally and horizontally, covering every inch of air in an instant.

Wherever 　　 passed, countless rains were evaporated, the green flowers and plants instantly withered, dried up, eroded by the terrifying high temperature and violent toxins in the air, and ushered in death.

　　 Immediately afterwards, snow flakes slowly fell in between the heavy rain.

　　 The ashes-like snow powder didn't melt into the blood water, but passed through the rain lightly, drifting between the heaven and the earth, and it didn't take long for the whole world to turn into a gray.

　　 Fenfeng and the tide of precipitation.

　　The horror disaster that Huai Shi has only seen in the witch's dream suddenly descended on this narrow hell.

　　 When he was a behemoth, he couldn't realize the terrifying power of the two, but when he really felt their existence, he couldn't help but feel a tingling scalp.

　　 The eroding species hiding in every corner have screamed hoarsely.

　　 Anyone who is contaminated with wisps of gray precipitation will experience the spiritual erosion and pain of inferiority and robbery. The original clear reason will quickly pass away as the precipitation continues to increase, and finally fall into madness~lightnovelpub.net~ plunge into the foehn wind and heavy rain.

　　 Seeking a dead end.

　　 Ushered in the rapid aging, but without waiting for old death, he died painfully under the burning and fierce poison of the foeh wind, and finally only a horrible wreck remained in the blood rain.

　　 The current 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 wind and precipitation tide of the Ivy League...

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

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

　　 It didn’t take long for Huai Shi to see the 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...

　　 Huaishi's eyes began to jump wildly.

　　 curse.

　　 The sixth kind...

　　 You can know what happened just by looking at the sporadic glow of the elemental quality on the earth. ,

　　 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 it will be 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...