In the sudden wailing, the torrent of primordial 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 presiding 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. As the phantoms of the gods dissipated, a slightly solid, towering figure came out of it.

　　 He wears an icy blue hideous mask, and four weird clay pots are wrapped around his waist. Thunder, heavy rain, hail and drought follow 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 silently disappeared into the air.

　　 But as soon as 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 has become his altar, and now, the place covered by light has turned into his holy soil.

　　The fourth floor of the thirteen-story sky in the legend, inhabits the cages of the dead in countless dusk!

　　 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 dusk.

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

　　 Imprint of miracles——Altered 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 sprinkling **** rain curtain.

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

　　 It 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 toward the iron crystal seat.

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

　　 Inside the bridge, the Great 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 waves around the iron crystal seat tremble 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 fire, a hot 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 the deep ocean of gravity, bursting in layers.

　　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, but nothing happened.

　　 The stone-toothed sword disappeared out of thin air.

　　 does not seem to exist at all.

　　 There is only a majestic 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 displayed 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.

　　 firmly separated the sky and the earth, making the world stable and everything innocent.

　　 A halo suddenly emerged from the sky above the iron crystal seat, and quickly opened, covering a third of the twilight township, covering the rainstorm 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 looked at the faint trace left by the huge outline in amazement.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 How can 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 humans, 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 exhibits, you can guess where the name given to it comes from.

　　——The dome giant Atlas!

　　 shoulder the great spirit of the earth and sky.

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

Michelle raised her eyes and whispered indifferently: "Always crawling in her own corner, not playing games with others, covering up, hiding herself and her creations in places where others can't see... Now I think about it. 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 barely 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 the 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!"

　　 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 grey-black flame burned in the wind lantern.

　　 In the hollow shell as solemn as a god, 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 gust of wind rose out of thin air, and came to this narrow world, swelling vertically 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 mingled with the heavy rain and slowly fell.

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

　　 Fenfeng and the tide of precipitation.

　　The horror disaster that Huaishi had only seen in the witch’s dream suddenly fell in 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.

　　 Those 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 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.

　　 Seeking a dead end.

　　 Ushered in the rapid aging, but without waiting for old age, he died painfully under the burning and fierce poison of the foehn, and in the end there was only a horrible wreck left 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 ~lightnovelpub.net~ there is 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.

　　 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 fog, the origin of the erosion species has actually begun to dissipate, and 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...

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