Chapter 686: The Visiting Destroyer (Page 1/1)

The Surdua Empire is an industrial civilization built on gears, full of blazing vigor and vitality like steam.

Increasingly rigid religion was the last thing to be allowed to exist in this period.

Ignorance, stubbornness, and refusal to be flexible are unacceptable to the people of the Imperial, who are constantly in flux.

However, this is only the surface, and the more essential thing is the threat posed by the sheer size of the religious power and the resources at the disposal of this power.

Development requires money, which brings greed.

The path of destruction that began by the fall of the gods of the Flame God Holy See and ended them quickly was the extreme greed that came from the depths of the human heart.

Cardinal Bendit, overjoyed by the guidance of the new gods, shouted excitedly in the procession:

"It's a kamikaze! God has heard our voices, and God has come to answer His followers! ”

The government forces behind them were unable to pursue due to the obstruction of the kamikaze, but these were not the only troops that came to besiege them, and soon, two more armies of 3,000 men entered the battlefield.

Bloody battles along the way, even the armed elite Knights of the Templars, which the Holy See was proud of in the past, paid heavy casualties under the exhaustion and endless blows of the enemy, and the combat power at the bottom was almost completely wiped out.

Stepping on the path of survival poured out of flesh and blood, all the way to the north, what appeared in front of the Vulcan cultists was a misty seascape, a series of flickering light trails rising from the ground, passing through layers of mist, connecting to the other side of the position.

This is the starting point of the Rainbow Bridge, and it is also the core of the most concentrated military power of the Empire.

Arriving here, the cardinal was as uneasy as a fawn, but with no choice but to surrender all his sanity to the hands of religion in order to win this remaining hope.

Gritting his teeth, Bendit roared desperately like a demon:

"The miracle is in the mist, all the lambs, follow me and rush in!"

In a gray world, the light is completely obscured, the humidity has a biting coldness with the cold sea breeze, and the sound of the waves rising and falling again and again beats on the hearts of every Vulcan cultist.

The last flame of the heart is ignited, following the wildest beliefs, and at this moment, irrationality, ignorance, driven into despair by the mad beast surrenders all of its heart to the hands of a higher being.

It was at this moment that the belief in the God of Time successfully penetrated into the hearts of these Vulcan cultists, destroying the original belief and giving birth to a new seed of faith.

Like a monster, the mist opened its nightmarish jaws and engulfed the Vulcan cultists who rushed in one by one.

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The northernmost part of the Jain continent, a long and narrow peninsula.

This is the experiment of alchemists for many years, and the environment has become as terrible as hell.

Crazy plants are infused with unknown potions and grow desperately, every vine is like a wriggling shot, every big tree is like a swaying devil's claw, and the beautiful flowers are full of sharp maws, devouring the lowly life that has strayed into the forest.

Perhaps it was because he had been stripped of too much life energy, and the soil was barren, like a poor old father who had been squeezed out of the last coin by his children, and could only wait for death in loneliness and despair.

Above this animal-like forest, a crack quietly opened, tearing open from the left and right sides, forming a black hole full of endless throughput in an instant.

The swirling black hole spat out unimaginable madness, and the clouds and mist within a radius of nine hundred miles were rolled up, lightning and thunder continued, and the forest mutated by the alchemist was torn apart by countless plants in this storm, but each plant broke off a miserable howl like a human, which was terrifying.

With a roar, the black hole expanded several times again, and a giant foot slammed down and stepped into the jungle.

The giant foot, which could crush a mountain in an instant, pulled out a terrifying figure of unimaginably large, eight arms emerging from the dust, and four heads watching in all directions, showing four faces.

After the Demon Lord of Destruction, Umodaya, the arrogant and warlike god of the heavens, descended on a strange land, his nose took a deep breath, and all he could smell was the stench of the forest beneath his feet, and the smell of blood that filled the air, muffled by smoke and oil.

The Demon Venerable seemed to be a little intoxicated by this smell, and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"It stinks disgustingly!"

Suddenly, He frowned, and one of the heads looked at his feet.

As he stepped deep into a jungle under his feet, a large slurry-like liquid spilled out like blood, and countless plants let out disgusting screams, and at the same time, vines, thorns, flowers, and trees ...... The rhizome twisted and wrapped deeply around the feet of the heavens, viciously biting at the flesh of the gods.

Without any indication, as if he had been bitten by an insect, Fei Tianman stepped on it twice, and the entire forest was destroyed in an instant.

However, after two moves, the confinement from the plane was finally blessed to the maximum at this moment, and the Demon Destroyer felt as if he was being shackled, and his every move became snail-like.

This space is also unable to withstand the arrival of the True God Body, and if it is only an ordinary high-level plane, it may even cause irreversible damage to the rules itself, and the medium-level plane may even collapse immediately.

From this point of view, the carrying capacity of the Forgotten Realm is even much stronger than that of ordinary high-level planes, and it may be extremely close to the main plane.

Umodaya's anger roared on the spot:

"The lower world cannot withstand the coming of the God's body!"

The indifferent phase murmured in a low voice:

"The body cannot move, and the condensed incarnation is used as a substitute......"

In just a moment, the intertwined divine power weakened to more than one-tenth in an instant, and the size of the Demon Destroyer shrank to the height of an ordinary hill.

The main body left, leaving only the incarnation, reducing the strength to about 8%, so that it could be used to the fullest under the extreme power of the leveling plane.

Since the destruction of the Demon Venerable, the God of Hypocrisy, the Eternal Calamity Dream Chrysalis, the God of Lightning, and the Leviathan have also condensed and incarnated one after another, and their strength has been maintained at about 10% each.

The God of Hypocrisy has an incomparably acute sense of the origin of the plane, and in just a few breaths, he has already felt the essence of this power.

"The infestation of the death qi has caused this world to continue to evolve into the realm of the dead, and the origin of the world is about to dry up, but when the death qi has been suppressed in the material realm, the origin of the plane has re-sprouted a new sprout......"

"Two forces are entangled in the Origin, one unleashes death, one suppresses death, and of course, there is another, as we see it now, this civilization similar to the Witchmar Empire, the so-called industrial country!"

Staring into the realm of the Empire, the eyes of the god of hypocrisy shimmered with strange and eerie colors.

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