Chapter 488: The Beast of Time (Page 1/1)

The three dreadful gods, the leaders of the Prometheus Wilderness, each have the strength to wrestle with the godslayers.

Nestled in the Secret Garden is the 'Panic Vault Dweller', a name derived from an ancient name that no one knew about the dreaded god even more years ago.

The only information available is that the Panic Vault Dweller likes to disguise itself as a bronze dragon with four unanimous heads, often between 100~150 meters in size, and can give people an unparalleled sense of oppression just from their appearance.

The night is the best cover for the wriggling of the shadows.

By the light of night, the Legion of Shadows burst out of the Void Tunnel and divided into several armies to infiltrate the 'Giant's Mysterious Garden'.

Even Gogon could not twist the ogre's lazy personality, which stemmed from the sins of the entire race, so there was no ogre vigil, only a group of kobolds and gnolls patrolling back and forth on the built walls.

Who can expect a group of slaves to do their best?

Despite their excellent sense of sight and smell, these low-end people never knew that they were facing the whole darkness!

The tentacles of the shadows poked out of the darkness, a group of kobold sentries yawned lazily, and as soon as the leader turned around, the companions behind it were trapped by the tentacles, their eyes widened and showed extreme fear, and they were immediately dragged into the darkness.

The leader turned back, but he didn't expect that he was the only one left in the patrol team.

A shiver that had never felt before rose in its heart, and before it could shake itself out of the fear, another tentacle extended and bound it from its waist, and then dragged it into the near darkness as well.

This scene played out in countless city walls, and in less than a moment, all the kobolds and gnolls who were responsible for keeping vigil and patrolling were wiped out in the dark.

The Ogre's garrison's defenses collapsed in an instant.

These lazy monsters probably never imagined that a mysterious garden with a dread god would welcome a daring intruder.

The Legion of Shadows opened the way, and the 'Hound of Tyndaros' opened the passage, and immediately, the mighty army of the Church attacked from Xeno, and as soon as it appeared, it completely tore the ogre's already mutilated direction, and dealt a fatal blow to all the ogres in the dark of night, when they were asleep.

The sudden attack made the ogre, who had not yet woken up, powerless, and in less than half an hourglass, four cities were destroyed in a row, and the wild cities that constituted the defense of the Totem Holy Land only had seven rings in total.

Each of the seven rings had a powerful gatekeeper, but due to the demigods' expedition, all the gatekeepers attacked, which caused the hinterland to be empty, and in an instant, the enemy was already in the city.

Rise!

Four loud dragon chantings tore through the darkness and the offensive brought by the darkness.

The Hound of Tyndalus couldn't help but stop moving for a while, and when he looked from afar, he saw a scarlet beam of light coming from far and near in the dark night.

However, in the beam of light, the dragon's shadow could be seen floating, and the shape of the wings blew a whirlwind of waves, riding above the clouds and mist, the speed was not fast, but the oppressive force brought by it was extremely shocking.

It's like watching a huge mountain fall from the sky above your head!

The 'Panic Vault Dweller' brought oppression and fear, making it difficult to breathe, and the heavy blow of the ogre finally regained his self-confidence, and with the fear of God as his backer, he dared to launch a fat impact on the edge of darkness.

A few rays of golden light slowly emerged from the night, outlining the long giant shadow of the person in the amber robe, the silver mask outlining the mystery and coldness, and the oppression brought by the god of fear was shattered in an instant.

The bronze dragon's expression erupted with an incredible light, and there was even a faint and invisible fear in it.

The shadow trembled, and from within the robe, a large hand forged of amber gold light stretched out, and the palm of the hand was covered by the god of terror.

"Beast of mercy, you should not be in the present, either go back to the past, or, sacrifice your future!"

The Panic Vault Dweller wavered in fear and anger, and finally, with four overlapping dragon roars, anger finally triumphed over fear, and the god of fear was willing to fight to wash away his shame.

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Augustus was so puzzled that one day he would no longer see his brother for what he really was.

The stupid and incompetent 'Death Controller' feasts on himself, willing to apologize to himself for his past rudeness, and at the same time asks himself to take responsibility and take on the role of his good brother.

'Nightmare of Nothingness' scoffed, Omar is incompetent, but not really mentally retarded, such obvious evil intentions, do you really think you can't see it?

Excluding the possibility of [Dementia], but this idiot would have such an idea, I have to say that there is another person behind the guidance, and who this person is, Augustus already knows.

Of the Nine Sons, there are only two or three who can make the Lightless Nightmare take seriously, and Asazis has that amount.

Eben gathered his cultists to guard the checkpoint to prevent the enemy from pursuing, and now Omar was the only one left in the camp, and Azasius had left for Stronghold 17 to defend himself as early as last night.

Stronghold 17 is a special enemy, it is the closest stronghold to the triangular pit, and it has been attacked by a small force of ogres with heavy casualties, so it is not for nothing that Asazis proposed to garrison.

Because the other is the root cause.

The pit maintained by Stronghold 17 extends to 300 meters underground, directly connected to a small branch of the underground vein, which is sufficient to mine the Demonic Ore and the associated minerals that are very rich in concentration and quality.

The mysterious forces that have made a deal with the hypocrites have technology that the Evil God Alliance can only look up to, and none of the cults can dig a few hundred meters below the pit, nor do they have enough technology to mine and cut out the demonic ore buried deep underground.

Therefore, the meaning of the existence of the 17th is of no use to the Alliance for the time being.

Augustus pondered what Asasis had planned, what the wraith had said to Omar before he left, that he might be able to deal with him, and he couldn't help but look forward to what kind of surprise his terrible brother had not yet left for himself.

As for Omar, forget it.

"Let me take a good look, brother, what kind of gift you have prepared for me, and what kind of gift should I prepare for you!"

As if for some inscrutable purpose, Augustus chose to go to the feast.

It is confident enough that Omar will definitely shoot at herself at a banquet; At the same time, it is also confident enough that even if Omar takes out his self-righteous hole cards, Augustus is still Augustus.

In the dark moonlit night, Lightless Nightmare accepts the invitation of his ill-intentioned brother.

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