87_87643 The three female paladins are all close to exhaustion.

But their expressions remained resolute—the sound of machinery running from below deck echoed lowly, as if to accompany their silver-bell-like prayers.

The captain's quarters at the stern of the Retribution have indeed become a temporary temple of splendour. The three of them held hands and knelt around Amunla's Richakra emblem. Their palms were sweating slightly, making the connection between them a little slippery, but the voices of their hearts had blended together, blending closely, calling out to Amunla, who ruled over the light with humility, loyalty, and praise.

The golden emblem, composed of two concentric circles, one large and one small, lay flat, and although the deck was shaking, the emblem was safe and stable, as if it were embedded in the deck. A straight glow rose from the emblem and did not diminish until the foreheads of the three paladins weakened and dissipated.

Milia was completely unaffected by the cold wind howling outside the bulkhead and the roaring white dragons, and she was not even aware of the icy dragon's breath that burst through the portholes. The power of the Lord of Splendor protected her, bathing the paladins in warm, vibrant sunlight - Amun-La's surging power traversed countless spaces, shining on her like a double sun, visible from her hands.

Jane and Fiona were right next to her. It's not just a feeling of holding their hands, it's a spiritual extension and sublimation. Their voices and souls echoed hers, forming a small magnet that attracted a steady stream of divine grace beyond the void.

Amun-la was watching them. This made Milia cringe slightly, because no matter how strong the faith. She was still afraid that the deepest weakness of her soul would be exposed to God—just as a little girl who had broken her knees longed for her father's embrace but feared his gaze.

God's gaze didn't penetrate her completely. This is not a dignified scrutiny, but a benevolent guardianship.

A point of incomparably brilliant light gradually condensed in the pillar of light, forming a miniature sun. It illuminates the entire captain's room, eliminating every cold, gloomy corner.

The Grand Canyon, which seems to be forever stretching into the distance, seems to have finally come to an end. The ice peaks and snow cliffs on both sides are no longer white, but thick like ink that cannot be dissolved, shimmering with a cold glow like obsidian. They stood indifferently, with the dark sky above and the cold and terrifying abyss below. And in the midst of it was a never-ending icy wind, a deep fog that flowed like a whirlpool—and in this coldest darkness, the retribution shone faintly, like a stubborn traveler trudging against the wind.

"Whatever those paladins are doing, I hope they can hurry. ”

Simon stomped his feet, rubbed his hands, and sighed, and now he didn't dare to take the helm for a long time. Because he was afraid that his hands would freeze on the steering wheel.

Not only the steering wheel, but also the ceiling, walls and floor of the cab were covered with a thick layer of frost. The fog enveloped the Retribution from end to end, making the hull even colder with each stroke, and even the heat generated by the engine was firmly locked. It is estimated that it will not be long before the whole ship will become a large ice sculpture.

"That's right, this is it...... I feel it too. Xin Bu looked ahead with a stern face, and as the magic ship moved, it gradually formed a distorted space like a deep hole: "Girl in red robe." Get ready to use the 'Cold Damage Protection' scroll, Chloe, and call the Paladin Girl to the cab as well. There's no time to wait for their psychic ritual to succeed—"

Before the words were spoken, a bright and enthusiastic glow overflowed the entire cabin like water in an instant.

The frost quickly dissipated under the sun-like light, driving away the cold that had ruled almost the entire magic ship. There was a crackling sound from top to bottom of the Retribution, a side effect of the rapid melting of the ice under the divine light. Everyone, including Simon, felt incredibly comfortable. It's like a pedestrian who has been running around in the snow for a long time finally sitting on a deck chair by the fire in a warm stone hut, still holding a steaming cup of milk tea......

Only Forty-Seven shook his neck and let out a tooth-aching sound of steel grinding. He was uncomfortable with this - of course not, the ice that had been on him had turned to water!

A brilliant point of light was reflected on each of the Retribution's sails, proving that a miniature sun had appeared in the sky above the magic ship.

The light shines on the ship, the light shines in the darkness. Shrouded in the thick smoke of the blazing heat and bitter cold, the Retribution plunged headlong into the whirlpool at the end of the canyon, or rather, a monstrous monster lurked in the black and oppressive mist, and opened its mouth to swallow the retribution with its own sun.

This is the end of the world beyond the reach of even two days - there can be no light.

What is this place?

On the Retribution that came out of the spatial whirlpool, almost everyone had such a question.

The wind has stopped. As far as the eye can see, there is a vast glacier - dazzling. The air became stagnant and heavy, squeezing the near and far shots like a lens, and the ice fields that were overlapped by the distorted light of the air were also mixed in, and the refraction and reflection intensified, in short, so that people would not be dizzy and swell after a few glances.

The people of the ship came to the deck. Milia still held Fiona's hand, and the radiance of Amunla banished the heavy weariness from her flesh and re-injected it with vivid strength.

"Thank you, my glorious Lord, for giving us immortal light in darkness and confusion. ”

Jane prayed to herself, not seemingly caring if anyone listened.

This place is exactly what you see as Morriel Tong Guò magic foreshadows. She looked up, and the sun of divine power was somewhat eerily suspended at the top of the mast, and a little snowflake was falling down, but before it could fall on the Retribution, it was blazing

Silence - Take a deep breath, a feeling of intoxication wells up for no reason

At extremely low temperatures, the air condenses to form pale blue snowflakes.

The Retribution is moving on this vast expanse, like a lonely goose.

Hembo looked at Morriel with an inquiring gaze, and Morriel nodded slightly.

Spell energy silently gathered around them. Ready to go. With a single word, a gesture, they could burn the sky and shatter the earth—a power they had seen when they joined forces to detect it with prophetic magic.

With the exception of Simon, who piloted the magic ship - God knows if he was already trying to gnaw on his toenails by now, everyone was ready for battle. But not counting Forty-Seven, he is not strictly a human being. He was leaning over the side of the ship and staring at the endless glacier below, not knowing what he was looking at, as if he had found something in the dull cold that no one else was aware of.

It wasn't as long as the previous journey. An iceberg thousands of feet tall flickered and swayed, breaking through the air and ice fields, creating the illusion of layers of strata that appeared on the pale, icy horizon.

There is a small shadow in front of the iceberg.

The Retribution slowed down. The steel ramming angle reflected the sunlight overhead, and gradually approached the figure. Approaching close enough to neutralize the effects of the air, a smiling Cairo reappeared in front of the crowd with his staff.

After a few days of not seeing, she seems to have grown a lot. It's a transformation from the inside out, and seems to herald a further return of the Mist Lady's divinity. Wake up - it seems that she has devoured the divine power of O'Sullivan.

Morrill glanced at Forty-Seven next to him, and saw that he didn't seem to pay attention to Kairo, but instead stared at the majestic iceberg behind her. The sun shone on the iceberg, like a candle walking through a dark alley, and in the fleeting light, there seemed to be something hazy under the heavy ice wall.

"Be careful, everybody. Hembo whispered a warning to the others, "She's much more powerful than she was in Skull Harbor...... It's definitely not what it used to be. ”

Morrill stepped onto the bow of the ship.

"I'm a little unsure right now. There was a hint of weakness in her voice. Because she couldn't feel the slightest breath of the little girl who once owned the shop in Rain City in Kyro: "I traveled half the continent to try to make up for my past mistakes and save my friends...... Dear goddess, can you tell me sincerely? Is there any hope for this qiē?"

Kyro smiled.

"Sister Morriel...... Ask the goddess of lies for a sincere answer? ”

"I remember the first time you came to the store and didn't say hello to me, it was so stingy. "Just looked at the potion, then at me, turned and walked away—oops, I thought." At that time, you must have distrusted a yellow-haired girl to make a magic potion of zuò, right?"

The staff carried her gracefully around, and the mist drew a circular trail, and then the ice crystals that were frozen into fine pieces flew and scattered: "Look. I remember everything! What, then, is the difference between me and the little girl? Don't you be glad that an ordinary little girl can become a noble god?"

"Fraudulent lies and false illusions are never noble acts. Jane said, her eyes burning with holy flames staring at Kyro without blinking, as if she could see her: "Use the lives of innocents to ignite your long-extinguished divine fire, only the evil god of the curse would do this!Lady Mist, no matter what you plan to do, what you have done has seriously threatened the safety of the Northlands and even the entire continent! Please stop, or we will have to destroy you here!"

"Oops...... It's really righteous and strict. There was a hint of disdain in Kairo's tone: "It is said that the beauty and wisdom of Amunla's daughters are inversely proportional, and it seems that there is some truth in it...... It doesn't necessarily mean pretty. Am I am not right if Amun-la suddenly falls one day, and you will sacrifice your lives to save him? Are you not innocent? What is the difference between Amun-Ra, who claims to be righteous, and me, whom you accuse of being an evil god, when it comes to sacrificing mortals to become gods?"

"Forgive me for taking the plunge, Lady Mist. But I don't want to hear you make up words to prove the similarity between you and the Lord of Splendour. Xinbu's long hair was windless, and silver flames burned in the palm of his fingers: "I just want to know...... Do you want to awaken an ancient being that should sleep here forever? If so, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'll have to sleep here. ”

"Hahaha!" Kai Luo laughed loudly, "mortals, you really overestimate yourself!

She stepped back under the support of her staff, her eyes burning like the moon. There was a majesty in his eyes that belonged only to God: "What God wants to do, mortals are not qualified to ask! If you are obsessed......

"Do it!" Hinbu's figure vanished from the Retribution in an instant, and then appeared beside Kairo. She raised a silver sword made entirely of flames and slashed with a speed and accuracy that a magician could not have done.

Morrill didn't stop Hembo this time. Instead, she reached out to Kairo as Simbu made a move, pouring a green curtain of energy onto the girl. It was a tactic she had already prepared, using the Dimensional Ground-Locking Force Field to stop the Mist Lady from teleporting away again - so she could try to catch Kyro...... Just trying.

The magical enchantment enveloped both Simbu and Kairo, but the silver sword was blocked by an ice crystal orb that appeared out of thin air. The ice wall formed by the mist not only blocked Hembo's attack, but also extended out of the void

imprisoned in it.

This icy prison won't hold the Storm Queen back for long - but that's enough.

The green force field, which blocks the effect of dimensional teleportation, also affects Xinbu. She raised her sword and slashed at the ice prison. It only takes one stroke to make a long crack in the puck, and it only takes two more hits to shatter the effect of this magic spell......

But Kyro continued to retreat towards the majestic iceberg behind him, faster and faster.

"Stop her!" Morriel's spell palms and the holy light strikes of the female paladins flew one after another towards Kairo, as well as Chloe who swept out like a swallow and Forty-Seven who swooped out like a cloak of flames—but all were a step too late.

Compared to the effects caused by Forty-Seven who crashed headfirst into an iceberg, the destructive power of the Magic Fist and the Holy Light Missile was simply insignificant. He slammed into a spiderweb-like crack where Kairo had gone, and chunks of broken ice rolled down the cliffs like landslides.

"You know, I chose you. ”

Hidden in the ice cliffs, Kyro left one last word in Moryl's ears.

A large cross-shaped crack appeared in the spherical ice prison, and the entire barrier shattered. Hembo floated in the air, still in the area of influence of the miniature sun. She didn't need much strength to deal with the terrible cold: "What the hell! How is this possible?"

Chloe lightly borrowed on the flying ice ballast, and the three or two rose and fell and returned to the Retribution, and the Earth Light Sword in her hand was beautifully pulled and closed: "What now?"

"What to do?" grabbed into the ice cliff with one hand and made a deep breath movement, and the sonorous metal clashing sound began to burst out all over his body, as if he was frying a pot full of iron popping beans: "Just dig three feet into the ground and dig her out!"

"That's not right...... Xinbu looked up at the iceberg that seemed to be high enough to reach the sky for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Get out of the way!"

"Semon! turn!" Morriel shouted back, and she could see the anomaly of the iceberg - even if Forty-Seven had any strength, the overall shaking of the iceberg now could never have been caused by him.

The wall of ice that Forty-Seven had clung to was also shattered. Centered on the dents he created. More and more, bigger and bigger cracks began to appear on the ice, and ice blocks the size of fists, heads, basins, and even tables and even houses began to scramble out of the iceberg. It was smashed down overwhelmingly, and in the end, the scale of the peeling ice alone looked like a small mountain.

"Dominoes?" Forty-Seven was smashed down by the ice avalanche, but soon shattered the ice and flew up in the form of a dragon in the cacophony of steel deformation: "The scale is big enough!"

The crumbling ice slammed into each other and shattered. The loud sound of the ice cliff collapsing was obscured for a while, and the falling ice began to disintegrate even in the process of its own fall, and at the same time, the cloud-like ice smoke and snow mist rushed up from the foot of the iceberg. Holding the broken ice and tumbling endlessly, the last falling ice cubes have been mixed with the rising ice cubes, forming a terrifying dynamic equilibrium. Even the dragon forty-seven was caught in it, and the magic ship that was swerving away might have been capsized in this terrible ice explosion if it hadn't had not been for the force field shield cast by Xinbu to block most of the flying ice.

A voice came from the rolling ice. At first it seemed to be just an occasional whisper in the cacophony of ice crashing, echoing and spreading among the collapsing icebergs, each time it shook a little louder, stirring the air, stirring up the ice and dust, and in an instant it resounded through the heavens and the earth ruled by the cold of winter, and gave birth to a storm of great greatness—cold beyond all imagination.

The sun over the Retribution jumped a few times, barely steady. The blast-like wind swept across the ship like a tsunami, leaving thousands of tiny scratches in its wake—Amun-La's divine power wiped out a considerable part of the ice storm's power, otherwise the supernatural cold storm would have been more than just pushing it away.

Forty-seven in the storm activated the thrusters with all his might, and rushed straight up, soaring into the sky against the rolling wind and ice storm.

He brought a long spiral wake and came to the sky above the iceberg storm.

The ice-wind tornado that had been cut off from life had been completely formed, screaming and howling like a huge living thing. At the heart of this unimaginable hurricane, something began to move.

An extremely familiar feeling suddenly struck Forty-Seven's mind like thunder and lightning. The dragon's whole body trembled slightly, and something in every part, every piece of steel, and every metal atom woke up from the ancient slumber, and countless tiny pulses converged into electric currents, and then the currents were organized into shock waves, which rushed into the mind from the tips of the claws and the tips of the tails.

The faintly recognizable, thousand-foot-tall humanoid was cloaked in a storm, and every movement brought a violent wind, and every breath created a cold wave. Forty-seven circled, his fiery eyes fixed on the true giant.

Enemy. The word hovered in the air like Forty-Seven itself, repeatedly striking at his spirit. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, the initial and final order that was rooted in the center of the program as if it were the "Three Laws of Machine" compiled by the idealist.

This was his purpose, the meaning of his existence, just like the will he had been given to him when he was born from the battle mech training room for the forty-seventh time in the past - to destroy the enemy.

And he also knows what this enemy is.

It's not an iron giant, it's not a metropolis, it's not a giant god.

He was an abomination, a god, a product of horror even from God's point of view. He was a mistake that should not have been, that was unforeseeable, that should not have happened and that could not be made up for - his name was Zeuxkel