Chapter 648: The Dark Tide (Page 1/1)

The heavenly realm, the highest apex of countless worlds, the colorful curtain holds up the sky that belongs to the true gods, and the all-pervasive light fills the four fields, and every grass and tree is kneaded and shaped under the shape of the light, surrounding the edge of a spiraling white-veined tower, following the tower that extends almost infinitely upwards until the top, through the endless ocean of holy water, to another more sacred world.

The light of order shapes the heavens, and the light creates all things! Light shapes the future! Light repels darkness! Light hates chaos!

On the first floor of the Heavenly Realm, at the bottom of the spiral white-veined giant tower, within the 'silver community' composed of large glorious palaces, countless figures entered and exited the major palaces, going back and forth between the towers.

Among the figures, there is such a category-

Dressed in ornate armor, he wields a fiery red flaming sword, and one or more pairs of pure white wings swaying behind his back.

They are warriors in the service of the gods, creatures of their purest form, once used against the Abyss, heresy, Titans, Ancient Evils, and all sorts of unspeakable things.

There is nothing more qualified than them.

In the largest silver palace, extraordinary wise men stood on the balcony, looking at the assembled groups of angelic warriors with smiling and wise eyes.

He was dressed in a pure white tassel woven of light, and his long silver hair seemed to be full of wisdom in every strand of it, and it was so strong that it was difficult to look at.

Behind the wise man, a large, giant-like man confided his bewilderment to him:

"Angels are the ultimate weapon against the abyss and all divine enemies, is it too wasteful to put a large amount of it in the early stage of the confrontation?"

The wise man did not look back, looked out of the sky, and then sighed faintly:

"Angels are never the ultimate weapon, and the abyss is never our only enemy......"

"The current task does not allow us to invest too much consumption, suppress the abyss as quickly as possible, and ensure that the meeting is held as scheduled, and it is necessary to invest a lot of Angel Legion in the early stage."

The majestic giant man replied again:

"The number of angels is running out, and if we continue to consume them like this, we will be constrained in the face of other enemies that may emerge."

At this moment, the wise man finally turned around and looked directly at the other party, and his tone always carried an extraordinary indifference:

"Angels never diminish."

After a brief silence, the wise man continued:

"Neslifa, if you can, I want you to do the same."

"Your courage is indispensable in this war."

The giant named Neslifa looked at the wise man with little hesitation:

"If, that's your judgment!"

Watching the departure of Neslifa, the god of courage, the wise man's vision returned to this vast land of light.

The light that the wise man gazes at, but what he can see, is beyond the limits of what the light can reach.

After the silence, the wise man muttered to himself:

"O Abyss, have I seen through everything?"

……

In the vast astral boundary, huge ships of blood and bones flew out of the abyss and glided over the Aetheric Sea.

Each bone boat is a mixture of the shattered corpses of countless monsters, the rotting and withered flesh raises the sails, the fear, despair, and frustration inject power into the hull, and the chaotic and knotted mass of soul propels the ship to sail further into the world.

A long-term deal with the Iliad and a technological crystallization from purgatory, the devils are revealing their sinister side at this moment.

The mighty fleet carries the elite army of Hell Demons.

Each of them is an elite who has emerged from the bloody battle, and under the leadership of several mythical archdemon lords, they have attacked the invincible defense line that the gods have densely piled up.

Most of the Church of the Gods maintained the era of medieval civilization, and the alchemical civilization and technological civilization were denounced as heretics and thus severely suppressed.

The development of higher civilization requires enough desire to promote the increase of productivity, but the existence of religion just inhibits productivity, and in the face of the vast attack of the demon fleet, all the means of the Church of the Gods are to send the Divine Guard to intercept it.

The battle gods and throne gods from the throne of the true gods intercepted the voyage of the bone boat with flesh and blood.

However, the shattering and reshaping ship shattered them to pieces at the slightest touch, and the remnants of flesh adhered to it, and the souls belonging to the hand of the true gods were inexorably sucked into it and became part of the mass.

It was only after a great deal of sacrifice that the commander reacted and dispatched the Davids to abandon this stupid practice, let go of the orbit and let the fleet sail, not directly attacking the hull, but attacking the sailors on deck.

On the one hand, it is the elite of a hundred battles trained by the gods, and on the other hand, the elite who stand out under the baptism of cruel bloodshed.

The Queen of Pain sat on a bone boat and watched it all from a short distance.

Whether it was the destruction of the gods or the tragic death of the demons, the only thing that appeared in her eyes was always indifference.

After a few moments, a twister reported:

"The lackeys of the gods have been restrained by the demons by 70% of their combat power, should we do it immediately?"

The Queen of Pain narrowed her eyes, and then said:

"Now is not enough, put in another fleet."

The Twister was secretly surprised, but complied with the order and sent another team of bone boats into the battle.

After a moment and a half, the Twister reported:

"It's 80 percent now."

"Two more teams!"

The Queen of Pain said categorically.

"However, all the demons have already rushed out, and if they are sent out, they will be the bloody elites of Purgatory."

The Twister replied in confusion, but the next moment, it met directly into the Pain Queen's incomparably cold gaze.

"I say, two more fleets!"

As if his heart had been burned, the twister looked horrified and immediately responded:

"Yes, I'll do it right away!"

Turning back no longer at the Twister, the Queen of Pain stared in the direction of the battlefield and muttered to herself:

"It's time to put an end to this farce."

In another corner away from the battlefield, an invincible defense line composed of gods and spirits from all sides connected each of the nine planes in series, blocking the entrance to the abyss.

In order to invade the hinterland, demons and demons had to confront this line of defense head-on.

The wise men set up this front to force the devil to make a choice, and the cunning devils seem helpless on the surface, but secretly they have begun to find a way to solve it.

The fall of the god of intrigue and intrigue at the beginning divided into countless priesthoods, some of which were revealed to the abyss, and some of them were inherited by the devil of purgatory, and one of the nine feudal lords under the current lord is the successor.

The god of deceit and power, the out-and-out demon god, is also the strongest mind of the devils against the wise men of the heavenly realm!

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