87_87643 Artillery fire continued in the sky, and gunsmoke erupted.

The terrible shelling continued for several hours without stopping. The living quarters under the metal dome are long gone, and the vast and intricate life-sustaining systems have been transformed into the exact opposite of what they were intended to do, with white-hot energy surging in place of clean air and water, roaring and rushing through dense pipelines. On the terrace-like steel platform, rows of heavy artillery arrays are elegantly like the organ used only to play ceremonial chants in a cathedral—the barrels tremble and retract one after another, spitting out flames and earth-shattering loud noises, like a grand and magnificent purgatory symphony.

The spread of darkness has been effectively contained, but not completely stopped. Every shell that hits the dark sea of ink causes a terrible cataclysm?—first swallowed for a moment, then immediately bursting into a huge, tumbling, red and black fireball of terror. Such karmic fires rise and fall one after another, connecting into a sea of fire that fights against the sea of ink, and the aftermath is enough to roast the scorched earth and stone. The dark aura created by the Atrophy disintegrated in the face of the flames of the explosion, and the undead who had gathered around the periphery did not even have time to disperse before they turned into flying ashes. But no matter how intense the movement is, there are times when the scale is sparse. And the gods took advantage of this fleeting opportunity to regain lost territory, expand their territory, gather the darkness again, defeat the screaming flames, and prove the power of the corrupt to metamorphose but still endure.

"If Tampas knew what he was missing, he would have a restless sleep for hundreds of years. ”

The goddess of magic walked over, her shining eyes dancing with the playfulness of a girl: "It's not that believers kill each other...... It's a real god war. Don't you have to take a break? Excessive overdraft is a no-no for a mage, and your teacher should have told you. Don't hold it up, your face is very bad. ”

"Thank you for your advice, Your Majesty respectfully. But I don't think there's any difference between an archmage and a farmer in today's situation. Morrill stood alone in front of the window, staring intently at the glorious roaring battlefield, and the boundless black of the endless ground that had persisted in the extinction of saturation bombardment, and the undead tide that was ready to attack in the black tide.

"You can't say that. Mistra put her hand on the silver-white windowsill. A vague light spread along the metal, and in an instant it seemed to form a complex and subtle, deep web: "The more powerful something is, the more likely it is to change because of a little force. This is actually the principle of the magic web...... You see, I'm actually the weakest of the gods, because no one believes in me at all. So. I'm more relaxed now than Keranwo and Amun Laxià. ”

She tilted her head and smiled at the female mage, a slight sly smile in her smile.

"Your Majesty, do you want to return to Shun?" asked Moriel. She didn't have to ask the goddess of magic, she just had to think and someone would tell her a qiē, or she could see it herself. But it's rude for a goddess to stand beside her and ignore it - it's like two nodding heads to each other, "Have you eaten", because there really is nothing else to say.

"It's just getting started. But it's already the best result. The goddess sighed, "It seems that we may have time to transfer a tenth or more of the people." ”

Judging the future direction of things based on the current situation is as simple as calculating how many people add one to one. The point is that no one knows if there will be a few hundred or a few thousand more added along the way. The battle line was repeatedly tug-of-war, and the black clouds that crushed the city slowly moved forward in the rain of bullets, gradually blending and wrapping into a storm of anger between heaven and earth. The legions of the shrinking ones were constantly weakened by artillery fire. At the same time, more will emerge from the darkness, as if they are mating and multiplying as they march. The power of destruction, decay, and destruction is reversed by the depraved divine power of the gods, and instead expresses a sense of revival and thriving growth of all things—the principle of the balance between life and death as stated by the god of death is completely distorted, but there is a disgusting and mesmerizing beauty in this strange and terrifying cycle, and it is even almost tempted to throw itself into it, and like a moth to the fire, it joins them.

It is possible that one of the shells landed a little off. Relatively didn't do enough damage, and it was possible that there were a few more undead cubs in the breeding ground at one time. Fill the void in the Flame Molten Ground, and it is more likely that thousands of such factors will accumulate. before reaching a critical value and leading zhì crushing. Deep, dead black. Then it went up. Crimson flames swept in. Tossing and refusing to extinguish. Intertwined with black gas. A rhythmic purple outer membrane is formed.

Not good. Morrillton had a sense of imminent disaster.

The furchsia edge darkness swelled violently. The female mage's heart also stopped as if it were beating prematurely. The dizziness of the lack of blood supply came to the face. It was as if even blood pressure could not move under the threat of this strange and desperate sight - it was the last contraction before Miè was born.

Suddenly an explosion occurred on an artillery emplacement. The Adamantite Cannon Barrel twisted and shattered into a completely unshaped. Lifted up to the sky by a fountain of flames. The sound of martyrdom continued. Thunderous. Tear the city apart with a terrible wound

Take advantage of this opportunity. The darkness crumbled. Purple, green, orange, red. The colors are like broken amniotic fluid stripped from the darkness of the place where they were conceived. The earth energy particles that excite each other scream and flicker and collide. Leave a winding trail for the canopy. Tear through the clouds and ignite to create a huge flare of fire. Countless strange shapes and shapes fell from the sky - only the most fierce and concentrated anti-aircraft artillery fire could tear a bloody path in the middle of this endless stream of meteor showers. A few small pieces are exposed, and I can't tell if it can be regarded as nothingness in the sky and the earth.

The temptation is over. Only raises are allowed, and exits are not allowed, and the game officially begins.

The fully manifested atrophy is surrounded by countless souls, which together form an unclean aura that surrounds these divine undead. The smallest of them also outweighs the biggest, Beamon. Instead, it is a wrinkled, swollen, deformed, incomplete image of a human fetus. It looks like a circus hunting specimen that has been magnified thousands of times. The useless hands and feet of the underdeveloped atrophy and droop softly, and the loose umbilical cord is wrapped around the surprisingly swollen body and head. A pair of gray eyes. The dead baby was the first to float towards the city, a dead gray curtain of light spilling out in the direction of its gaze, the flames weakened and extinguished where it was enveloped, the smoke condensed into cold ashes and fell downward, and the shattered corpses of the undead wriggled, reorganized, and regenerated, rushing into the city and spreading and scattering......

A sun appeared in the place where the darkness grew most intensively and densely. Morrill had once again seen forty-seven indestructible weapons of destruction, and only he could control the magic of the earth—the magic that could repel the might of God. The shock wave leveled out the air, and the vacuum was immediately compensated. The flames were twisted by the air currents into a behemoth flame dragon that rushed straight into the sky, like a huge exclamation mark, announcing to the world the incomparable wonder that the machine could create. Within the scope of the explosion, not only did the zombie undead who had just come to life under the light of the gods disappear without a trace, but the city also suffered a lot. This is again the solution of forty-seven, the body is infected by the virus. Instead, he fired a shot in the affected area.

The billowing smoke was mixed with splashing sparks, and the demon-like steel behemoth slowly stood up. How big is it? Its entire upper body is simply a battery position that has just been destroyed. Warning: Private property is sacrosanct, intruders are requested to leave immediately. ”

The Construct Djinn moves steadily, shaking the ground with every trample. The embers of flames still burned above his head and among the huge cannons on his shoulders, like a crown of Vulcan's wrath. It strafed and opened fire all the way through the intricate metal structure, smashing almost anything in its path - and the sound of the sonorous and calm metal sound in the ears had a ridiculously ridiculous feeling.

"Warning: Threat level red, authorization to activate lethal force. The safety of non-combatants cannot be guaranteed. ”

The power of its bombardment was noticeably greater than before, and it seemed as if the energy that supplied the entire city had been compressed into it. More than a dozen sturdy black figures swept through the city, rushing towards it from different directions. Every movement was perfect, and a sword-shaped pitch-black thunderbolt burned in Gao Qing's hands. They must be the legendary long-extinct Titans, Stone Golems, Frost Giants, Storm Giants, and so on, just like the gap between ordinary humans and giants, plus the ability bonus after turning into undead - accurate firepower knocks them down one after another, the rest dodge the cannon fire and kill closer, and then ushered in roaring power claws and surging hot melt waves - it seems that the flesh giants full of negative energy are still invincible to the flame-driven steel Titans after all.

"Warning: Child labour is illegal and children's rights must be protected...... Exterminate...... System data conflict, fire. ”

The mage suddenly realized that the Colossus was not Forty-Seven, because the third sentence that was even more ridiculous was not what it said. Again. The dazzling sun rises instantly. At first, it was almost mistaken for the reflection of the flames around the edge of the dome, and then a huge and dazzling scorching ball of light appeared, and the next moment it had engulfed the baby-like god. There were remnants of straight beams in the air, and the ionized air molecules clearly marked the trajectory of the ruined energy, forming two parallel lines with the burning and molten ravines below, cutting off the parallel between the ground and space.

With this long-lasting inhuman scream, the second beast ripped through the steel dome like a hungry insect that had broken out of its cocoon and begun to feed, just like the first. Just as massive, just as deadly. A pair of scythe-like forelimbs swung out, the largest and longest blades Morriel had ever seen. Countless smaller scythe blades are embedded in it, staggering and dancing at a speed that is indistinguishable to the naked eye, reflecting a brilliant brilliance, like two rivers flowing with light.

Throwing stones to ask for directions, the road is not easy to walk. The Atrophy immediately changed its deployment—from the majestic mummies of the golden-crowned scepters of jeweled scepters to the towering mountains of rancid flesh covered in disgusting slime. It's all going backwards. Perhaps the feeling of "fear" has long since disappeared from their shriveled minds. But "cunning" did not. It is unacceptable to underestimate the enemy's rash advance, and millions of years have passed. What they couldn't destroy at the beginning, they are also fighting now. The fastest-retreating was the stillborn who had just emerged from the flames of the burning body, still screaming, the aura around it almost completely dissipated, and the souls and remnants of the divinity of the former believers helped it resist the blow at a terrible cost. It desperately fled back into the darkness of the other gods' projections, fleeing the roaring torrent of iron and fire.

The appearance of the two colossias was like the signal of the starting pistol, triggering a true all-metal frenzy. The Iron Legion sprang out in a stream, like people, snakes, cars, spiders, scorpions, all of them with skeletal appearances, silently advancing, silent and stinging, with pinprick energy flames flickering in the eyes and muzzles of the cannons - it seemed that the war with the undead had also affected the manufacturing standards of the machine shop. The filthy and vicious sorcery of the Atrophy can destroy any army of living beings in the breath of a breath, turning them into obedient puppets and sustenance, but for soulless weapons of war, it leaves a shallow mark on their steel bodies at best.

"I now believe he really has what it takes to stop them. The goddess of magic sighed. "Forgive me for missing me, Miss Morriel. I'll have to hurry up when I go over there again. ”

"Thank you, Mistra. Morriel leaned and bowed his head until the goddess's back disappeared into the metal porch.

Shiny heels stomp on the metal floor, silently. Kelly doesn't go to war, she has her own mission to defend the Juggernaut, and the device that houses the Juggernaut's collective consciousness is connected to the urban axis.

They were alert, but the Juggernaut had already gotten most of what they needed. Iron Angel said.

"Yes, experience is a gap that only time can bridge. The mage said, "I hope we don't need that crazy plan." ”

"No way. Kelly shook her head: "For their own safety, they will never expand the realm passage...... Beyond that, there is no way to guarantee the Juggernaut's safe evacuation. ”

Morrill looked at her blue eyes.

"They are gods...... We may be making a mistake that jeopardizes the multiverse. ”

"Maybe. Kelly shrugged, his movements familiar: "What then? Go tell him that we're quitting? I see he's having fun, and I'm worried that he's forgotten." ”

"Once they think they can't do it, they will give up as soon as possible. ”

Morriel turned to look to the other side, a projected map of the City of Steel depicted by a shimmer of magic in its spirit.

"When the time comes, you go to see Keranvo, after all, he is a powerful god who controls the life and death of mortals, and even here, Filgas and I can't deal with him. Be sure to hold on to the threads they had cut - it wouldn't be long before Kyro could use the Mist's powers to reconnect and guide the passage to remain open. ”

"It's amazing!" The succubus also appeared: "What a great conspiracy, worthy of the red-robed mage! I am so proud to be with you! What can I do?"

"You?" Kelly pouted. "Okay, how about I send you and that bat to the front line to comfort your four ** people......?

"But Pipsqueak is now Lord Moriel's pet, and he won't come out......"

Female mages no longer mingle with them. The map is densely packed with red and blue triangle icons, the number of red is overwhelming, clustered around the periphery, like open claws trying to crush and devour the blue they wrap, but the blue is more stable, and even some of the inside of the red triangle are firmly nailed, and with the support of the momentum, there is a tendency to continue to go deeper. There are more red dots, and they go on and on, but they still can't stop a few unusually bright and huge ones in the blue triangle, counting them, two, three, four-five, they are also increasing.

Cold, hard ice blue...... It's actually blue, which represents these red-eyed iron-skinned monsters that smoke and fire. Molill thought she would never be able to figure out the strange thinking of the guy, and she looked out the window again, clenching her staff and smiling as the relentless flames of the Tin Guys enveloped the city