A god killer can steadily suppress a true god projection in the outer layer of the god position sequence in the pantheon, if it is two true god projections, it can only barely parry, but if it is a projection of three gods, the god killer will definitely be defeated.

But fortunately, Caligula and the God of Battle are both true gods of the outer sequence, and the God of Plague only occupies a place on the edge of the pantheon.

The Sun King's pressure was not as severe as he thought, and besides, he was not fighting alone.

There were waves of fluctuations in the sky above the White City, and the void suddenly cracked into a huge hole, and black vortices were instantly formed.

When the black hole leaked out, a magnificent giant city suddenly flew out of the whirlpool.

The floating city looked no less massive than the White City, the size of three Death Star Castles.

The floating city is shrouded in a blue circular barrier, and the base is extravagant enough to use precious magic alloys, and each piece of the city brick is engraved with gorgeous and intricate magic patterns, forming a dense magic array.

Compared to this floating city, the mage tower floating above the White City is as simple as a pigsty in the countryside.

There was a mage in the White City who exclaimed, regardless of his manners:

"It's the Iliad's Astral Plane City!"

A powerful magical empire made up of arcane mages...... Alchemy technology at its peak...... The Great Arcanist on a par with the gods......

A secular force that is more hated by the gods than Prometheus!

The purpose of the appearance of the Astral Plane City here is self-evident, and it is truly surprising that two notorious heretics of the multiverse have come together!

The cultists were uneasy, the gods looked ugly, and Prometheus's side did cheer and cheer, and their morale was greatly boosted.

The night looked calm.

He had long known that the Magic Empire of the Iliad had already entered into a military alliance with Prometheus.

To be a character who competes with God, it is impossible not to see the undercurrent of the future.

The chaos of the multiverse is about to erupt, and for this reason, the two heretical forces understand that only by joining forces can the gods on high be afraid to act rashly, so as to win more opportunities for their own development.

Neither the Godslayer nor the Grand Arcanist would be willing to be the overlord of one side, their ambitions were even more daring than the gods could have imagined!

The Dimensional City barrier rippled, and six Grand Arcanists dressed in Star Wizard robes passed through the barrier, standing in the air, looking calmly at the God of Plague and the Withering Star Ciep behind him.

The Helm technology of the underworld seems to be a more mouthwatering research material than the gods in the Iliad magical civilization, which follows the same development path.

Feeling the twelve wolf-like eyes, the plague god Caromon, who had just finished condensing, instantly felt a mortal danger.

At the same time of anger, there is more of fear.

On the other hand, when the Sun King and the two gods of the God of War collided together, I don't know which side moved first, and the war broke out without warning.

……

The number of cultists and armies of the undead who surrounded them from all sides was far greater than the professionals of the White City.

In terms of individual combat power, it is Baicheng who has the advantage, and the professionals above the legend are much higher than those of the cult.

Dwarven Cannon, Light Magic Cannon, Heavy Magic Cannon, Crystal Cannon...... Constantly raining cannonballs on enemy camps, swallowing beams of destruction.

On the castle tower, countless archers, crossbowmen, and mages attacked with all their might.

The killing frenzy of cold weapons and hot weapons intertwined covered the entire circle of battlefields outside Baicheng in an instant, and the blood-colored waves were surging.

The brutal war of blood and fire makes even legendary professionals feel their own insignificance.

Human life has become the least valuable thing at this moment.

Soon, the rapid casualty situation forced the commander of the White City to send reserves to be displayed on one of the walls in advance.

Listening to the rumblings and scolding around him, Cangye calmly pulled out his scales and followed the commander to climb the city wall.

This section of the wall is only about a kilometer long, but the two sides have nearly 20,000 people fighting fiercely here.

Nightshade swung his sword forward and slashed down two cultists who were trying to climb the tower.

But soon, Cangye sensed that six faint killing machines had locked on him at the same time.

Two ...... on the left Three ...... on the right And also...... One in the sky!

Without too much entanglement, Cangye retreated, turned over and swung his knife, and cut off the two attacking cultists in a roundabout way, and instantly broke out of the encirclement network that had not yet been formed by the six people.

At this time, the professionals who followed behind Cangye swarmed up and started a fierce tug-of-war with the cultists who attacked the city wall.

In the midst of the chaos, Cangye saw several cloud ladders moving in the distance towards the city wall.

Yes, a ladder, but it's a huge moving platform made of the bones of countless huge creatures.

Each ladder is about thirty-five meters high, with twelve pairs of bone feet moving slowly underneath, and the empty platform is crowded with undead and cultists, as well as several small ladders.

It was with these that the cultists were able to storm the fifty-meter-high wall.

Nightly saw the same green glow flickering inside the ladder, and the high perception seemed to capture part of the howl clip from the green light.

This is also a product of the Underworld's Heim technology, and its most typical feature is that it is powered by countless dead souls as an energy source.

"Everyone back off!"

Suddenly, a majestic shout came, stretching towards both ends of the city wall, as if it had blessed the [Roaring Technique].

Cangye's eyes flickered, and the first reaction was to retreat.

In just a few seconds, the magic pattern engraved on the city wall shone brightly, and the brilliant magic brilliance intertwined, like a spark of substance shuttling among the cultists, bursting into a crackling sound.

The screams continued, and countless cultists evaporated into wisps of green smoke out of thin air under a magic array that resembled a power grid, and disappeared with the wind.

The patterns on the walls aren't just for the sake of artistic aesthetics, these beautiful little lines are enough to turn into deadly cobwebs in the caster's hands, sweeping away all the bugs that fall into them.

Even a legendary-level life form couldn't last a few minutes, so it could only howl and jump down to the city.

A large number of runes of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes, and Cangye quickly calculated the exemption level of the "Demon Net".

Constitution stats over 30 HP -10 per minute;

-5 per minute above 35 o'clock;

40 points and above are completely exempt!

A constitution that reaches this level is called [Mythical Peak], and it can be transformed into a half-flesh, half-energy [Holy Body] structure, which can deal half the damage of any physical attack, and has both [Weak Elemental Resistance] and [Weak Magical Resistance].

The incarnation of the gods who walk the world is the Eucharist structure.

In this way, Fang saw the terrible of the White City!

And although Baicheng can be ranked among the top twenty city-states in the western part of the Outer Continent, if you count the Inner Continent, it will be ranked outside the hundred, and it can only be a second-rate city-state in the Sin God Domain.

The tragic war continues.

The total number of cultists and legions of the undead is dozens of times that of the professionals of the White City, and no matter how strong an individual is, once they are under siege, they will be torn to pieces in an instant.

In less than two hours, the night witnessed this section of the wall change hands seven or eight times under the onslaught of both camps.

The magical glow of the walls gradually dimmed under the accumulation of countless lives, and after all the energy was consumed......

There was a snap, like a light bulb going out.

The comrades who were with him at the beginning have all been replaced by new faces, and the number of enemies is getting more and more gathered.

The array of the living and the dead can only be seen in Prometheus.

Nightshade mechanically wielded its blade.

His physical strength decreased little by little, and he saw that the enemies on the city were gathering more and more like flies, and before he was retreated, he took advantage of the gap when no one was paying attention to him and retreated.

Neither side saw the fish swimming quietly.

More than two hours passed.

The White City City Lord, who was suspended in mid-air, indifferently looked at the battle situation that was still scorching, and immediately ordered:

"The 1st and 2nd Labyrinth Guard Legions ......"

"The Mage Regiment Dispatches ......"

"Cast the Golem Legion!"