This is a skill only possessed by the royal family of the dwarves with the blood of the king of the hill. The activator's skin becomes as solid as a rock and has a great degree of resistance to magic.

But in fact, this is a special kind of "attribution phenomenon".

Except for the native trolls and their branched elves, almost all of the races of Azeroth are titan creations.

The ancestors of human beings are steel vrykul, the ancestors of dwarves are earth spirits, and the ancestors of orcs are Magron. Because of this, it is better to say that they are atavistic forms rather than gods.

But having said that, Bell is obviously impossible to master the ability of the gods to descend to the earth.

After all, he is a primordial organic life form, and his ancestors have nothing to do with inorganic life forms. But perhaps because of this, the Titan Arcane contained in the hand of the silver allows him to complete the "God descends to the world" more safely.

The flesh and blood steel program stored in the hands of silver has been damaged and degraded after a long time, but this thing is not only a pure creation of Titan technology, but a combination of Titan Arcane Technology and Holy Light technology. Out of the weapon.

As the elector of the Holy Light, Bell Cronney can use the authority of the Holy Light to activate the Flesh and Iron process in the Silver Hand. His body will be wrapped in the Holy Shield technique, and the outside will get an imitation of Tyr's posture. Ironed.

This mode of operation is to imitate the operation mode of the Titan guardian like Tyr-the body of the Titan Guardian is the inner core of will, and the external body is the shell of operation, and here, Bell plays the core of will, he controls It is a body made by arcane technology.

It is precisely because he is not a Titan creation that he will not instinctively turn on the atavism phenomenon and become an inorganic life form when starting the program.

To put it simply - he is now driving a machine called 'Tyr'!

A body that belongs to him alone, the Guardian of the Titans!

"Son of flesh and blood, annihilated under the thunder of this creation!"

A heavy and majestic voice resounded through the sky, and a gorgeous golden thunder giant with a height of dozens of meters raised the warhammer high, and fell in the sound like a sentence of sin!

The Chaos Blade roared and roared, controlling the host to escape from here. It threw its double-blade to the giant, trying to climb onto its body, imitating Kratos's attitude of beheading the giants.

However, after the Chaos Blade came into contact with the thunder and holy light that lingered around Tyr's body, it was bounced off in an instant, and the heavy pressure made it impossible to move an inch.

boom! ! ! !

With the intimate kiss between the hand of silver and the earth, a dazzling arcane explosion mixed with holy light exploded throughout the ruins of the ancient city, and the turbulent energy fluctuations once made the picture of the mirror pale.

I don't know how long it took, the mirror gradually restored the picture.

All the spectators held their breath, and in the mirror, there was only one person standing in the center of the battlefield, the Holy Light Knight holding this silver hand!

Without a doubt, this is his victory.

Bell looked at the crawling corpses around, or those who were dying under the aftermath of the battle, the holy light in his eyes slowly dissipated.

Then he began to question himself.

When the mighty, Absolute Self's Light of Light dissipated from his soul, Bell Cronone returned to his original form and spirit, and the Absolute Self's justice became blurred.

He was about to vomit, and after killing so many people...he was nauseous.

"Forehead……"

He covered his mouth, his face was pale, he clenched his teeth gently, and looked up at the sky.

He knew that what he was going to do next was not a good deed, but a self-satisfied hypocrisy at best.

But some things still need to be done.

The heavy silver hand fell heavily on the ground, swaying a piece of dust. Bell stretched out his hand to the sky and chanted something in a low voice.

The audience in front of the mirror are very puzzled. After winning, what does this young man want to do?

The sky, lightning and thunder, but the arc roaring in the sky is not blue, but pure shining golden light.

The roaring beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, it was an infinite and huge holy light!

Under the reception of his right hand, the holy light was scattered into countless parts, forming a huge mask, like an angel with open wings, covering the entire ruins of the ancient city.

Under that holy light, so dying, the wounds of all those who were dying were restored as if they were going back in time. They raised their heads in difficulty and confusion, and all they saw was the figure under the guidance of the infinite holy light.

Holding the pillar of holy light in his hand, it is like descending from the sky.

The audience before the mirror fell into a frenzy, that kind of power, that kind of power called Holy Light! Not only does it have such a powerful destructive power, but it also has such a miraculous effect!

Euleri, cheering loudly up to the sky.

Accompanied by the fierce sound of gongs ringing in the ruins of the ancient city, the big bells announcing the victory and defeat echoed throughout the city. Everyone in Orari was cheering, especially those who bet on the victory of the Hestia family!

Today, Bell? Croney's name will always be imprinted in their eyes!

Today, Bell? Croney's figure will always stay in their minds!

It is holy light, it is a great cause, and it is a mighty force that is like a **** while being human!

A power that can be mastered by mortals!

The tower of Babel that gathered the gods was also agitated and did not subside for a moment. The center of their discussion was undoubtedly Bell Cronney, and the source of his performance had been discovered by the gods.

"Holy Light? Isn't that what Hearthstone says..."

"Azeroth? Wait, is it true - is that kid really sent to Azeroth!!!"

"I'm so envious, I'm going too!!!"

Amidst the heated discussion, Apollo was the only one with a pale face. He took two or three steps back, and the laurel crown on his head fell off.

"—A-Bo-Luo-"

Then, like a ghost, Hestia, who had remained silent throughout, stood up from the round table seat with a creepy movement.

From the slightly drooping Liu Hai, he let his pupils look like evil gods, and approached the lost soul of Apollo.

"Have you made up your mind...?"

As if the bass sounded from the deep hell, Apollo fell to the ground in fright.

"I, my family has been destroyed, what else do you want?!" Apollo shouted in a collapsed voice

This is indeed the case. If you look at the battle damage ratio, the completely destroyed Apollo family seems to be quite pitiful.

But don't forget, the war was provoked by them, and the maliciousness was also their first walk. What if Bell didn't have such power? What if they lose?

Hestia is a loving god, but she is not a naive god. She naturally understands all these truths - and she understands how unbearable Apollo's temperament is.

"Wait, wait, Hestia!? Me, I'm just on a whim! Because your child is so cute, I can't help but play a prank... Please, please! Please have mercy, merciful Goddess! Didn't we propose to each other once!!"

"shut up."

The goddess Loli blocked his prayers like Hades.

In front of the frightened male god, Hestia slowly raised her head, then suddenly widened her eyes and roared angrily:

"All property, including the headquarters, will be confiscated, and the [Familiar] will have to be disbanded--then you, the Lord God, will be permanently exiled, and you are not allowed to step into Orari again--!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

God's screams that shook the city sounded.

Hestia relentlessly punished this dangerous fetish for trying to tarnish the integrity of her kin. Apollo must pay the price for his provocation, get out of Orari, and stay away from the center of it all, which is very suitable for his end.

The ruins of the ancient city after the war.

In the city where the city walls, the throne tower, and many other buildings were destroyed, Bell was wearily leaning on himself with the Silver Hand as a crutch, and beside him, there were members of the Apollo family who were in awe.

"Are you... a god?"

There is no doubt that someone has said such words.

The power displayed by Bell Cronney is already a power that Orari has not seen for a long time, a power that can only be manifested by the existence of LV8 or even LV9.

That is a great power that has never appeared since the dissolution of Zeus and Hera's family, not to mention, Bell's power is not only his power.

The shock of that holy light coming into the world was like a miracle that brought countless people who were dying and seriously injured back to life - there is no doubt that it was a miracle, not a brutal force.

"I'm not a god, that's just holy light." Bell let out a soft breath and said softly.

"So... can we get such power?"

For such a hopeful and eager question, Bell was silent for a moment, but Archbishop Fao once responded to his words and responded to them

"Believe in the Holy Light."

In front of the remote mirror, the black hands watching this scene. Freya, Hermes, and Mu Feng all showed playful and pleasant smiles.

No matter what Bell thinks or not, from today onwards, he will embark on the heroic path of Orari, and will become the candidate for the absolute leader.

The city needs a strong leader, one who can lead them to survive the coming spree of destruction.

Bell? Croney, will be the best candidate for this!

———————————————————————————————————————————————————

M78 Nebula

ps: Ask for tickets every day!

Chapter 86. Elf Democracy

"Arrow, everyone, hurry up and bring the arrows!"

"Prepare the trap and speed up your progress, Her Lady Queen doesn't want to see lazy eggs!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Get moving, don't make fun of me!"

The peaceful Alfred Wangsen Forest seems to be in full swing now.

It's just that this sizzling sight is not so pleasant, or even...worrying.

This peaceful, peaceful and harmonious homeland of elves has now entered a 'state of war'

Ever since the former elf king Rafael died of the 'Wizard King' Malekith who invaded the forest, the entire Vicente Forest has entered a state of combat readiness.

Starting from the Holy White Stone Palace at the core of Alfredo Wangsen, countless messages flowed to the entire Weixian Forest in the fastest time, and countless scattered elves were recalled to their homeland to meet the war.

This is not an easy task for the sloppy elves by nature.

Elves are long-lived, good at fighting, and wise, but these praise words can often be used to describe elves in negative terms - old-fashioned, war-weary, and dull.

Because he lives so long, he is arrogant enough, so he is very insensitive to changes in things. It is often when certain things have become popular that the elves will be willing to learn about them.

Totally a group of races living on Mars.

The elves have not experienced a large-scale war for a long time. In fact, even in the disaster a thousand years ago, there has never been a large-scale attack by monsters in the Weixian Forest, and there is no large-scale war of foreign invasion.

Because at that time, the elf enchantment densely covered under the Weixian Forest protected the land, and the ancient allies of the elves also responded to the call of the elves, defending the strong enemy together with them, plus the Weixian Forest There are basically no particularly powerful enemies.

There are many elves who haven't experienced war even since they were born, and in such a loose setting, the elves' insensitivity to war is well deserved.

And most importantly, any strong feudal monarchy will often evolve into another form under such a loose attitude to life as Changsheng.

Democracy—or rather, Athenian democracy.

Although the so-called democratic power is decentralized, most of it is concentrated on those minority groups. It is not so much democracy as it is a disguised aristocracy.

And today's Wei Xian Forest is today's posture, in addition to Alfre Wangsen as the core, there are five gathering city-states of elves, they are - Valhalla, Avalon, Ashley, Eden, with Paradise.

The five elf city-states are located in the five directions of the Wei Xian forest, guarding the core of Alfred Wangsen, and the rulers of the five elven city-states are the princes.

Although the elf king has the right to rule over the five elf princes, this power has not been exercised for thousands of years. Even for long-lived elves, such a long time is enough to make this power empty.

So, the reign of the new Elf Queen... is not going well.

In the Holy White Stone Palace, the splendid elf queen sitting on the throne - Riviria Alfre looked down at the messenger who was half-kneeling below and whispered.

"Well, what does Prince Sigurd mean?"

"Your Majesty Riviria, His Royal Highness is not unwilling to send troops to defend against powerful enemies with you."

This long black-haired elf emissary used skillful and elegant court etiquette and impeccable ancient Elvish language to play their power tricks on the 'young' queen on the throne

"It's just that there has been a lot of monster disasters in Valhalla recently, and His Royal Highness's army needs to suppress those monsters."

Riviria suddenly clenched the armrest next to her.

She has heard this more than once. In fact, she has heard the same answer five times in total in the past few days.

Prince Sigurd of Valhalla, Prince Galatrix of Avalon, Prince Alexis of Ashley, Prince Mordo of Eden, and Prince Shining Light of Paradise all gave the answers. Not the same, but the core meaning is...

They will not send troops and accept Riveria's dispatch.

They were very sorry and regretful about Rafael's death, and they were willing to admit Riviria's orthodoxy, but the deployment of the army—nothing to talk about!

This is normal isn't it? After all, these elves are always proud of their 'democracy', and most importantly, as powerful ministers, it is unlikely that they will hand over the power of the army to a little girl.

Riviria took a deep breath, facing the envoy who always maintained her court etiquette, said lightly.