87_87643 What kind of existence is it that is qualified to make the gods hate and hate?

Perhaps only in such a harsh winter storm that swept the world can we understand a little bit or two. The pale and dead wasteland has been plunged into a terrible cataclysm because of Zeuxk. Earthquakes, storms, boiling snow and ice falling from the sky and rising from the earth...... The North Pole of the world provided a home for the ancient Children of Cold, while also imprisoning it in the eternal ice of another dimension - but now, it has awakened.

The miniature blazing sun above the Retribution fluctuated eerily, and the divine light released had been compressed into a blur that could only envelop the magic ship in the raging blizzard. But thanks to it, the passengers on the Retribution will not lose all their strength in the confrontation with the ice storm.

"Our lord Amunla, we praise your name, and ask you to grant us the pride of light, to crush a weak ......" Fiona's slender fingers were already scratching white on the side of the ship, and she whispered a prayer, her unique silver-white armor resonating with the divine power of the sun, almost melting into the holy glow.

Milia had seen the power of the Flame Monarch from the Abyssal Purgatory in the Sleeping Forest—but compared to the current Zeukskel, the catastrophe that burned down the entire Hellgate Fort was nothing more than a reckless game of fire by a mage's apprentice.

The cold hurricane contained countless whirlpools and turbulence, and at every moment, thousands of ice crystals and snow stones smashed aboard the Retribution, crumbling the magic ship to the ground.

"Simon, can you find a way to get closer!" Morrill shouted as he knocked on the crystal window of the cab, and Simon contorted his face in response, "Please." I'm just a man, and this isn't my familiar sailboat!"

"Red-robed girl, you should have your Iron Samurai return to this ship to manipulate it. Hinbu vigilantly observed Zeuxkel's movements while mentioning, but Morriel looked up, the sky above was completely chaotic, the air flow refracted the light, forming crazy gray and white stripes and dancing, and there was no shadow of forty-seven at all: "That guy won't come back honestly and stay...... Besides, I don't think it's enough to trap him on this ship as an engine. ”

Two lights lit up in the storm. No. That's not even light. In the long, long, and unending storm, in the cold, hard, and tall body like a mountain, the evil, immortal, god-like will was revealed to mortals in this state, forming a materialized material form.

Zeukeskel had opened his eyes, staring at the toy-like retribution in front of him with its strange coldness and unimaginable horror.

"Hey, I guess this guy won't say hello to us first-" Chloe stood in the face of the blizzard. And with Zeukeskel's movements, the storm that accompanied it had begun to press on the magic ship with purpose.

"Everyone, hurry up!" said Xinbu as he took a few steps along the side of the ship. Silver flames ignited in her footsteps, wisps of silver fire spreading and flowing, seeping into the deck, emerging from the intricate combination of lines on the steel armor of the Retribution, which was turning diagonally. Then the flames jumped away from the hull of the ship, transformed into strange magic symbols, and even suspended and burned in the storm for a while before being blown away.

In this short period of time. Simbu had already added four or five layers of protection spells between Retribution and Zeuxk. Halos of energy with different effects but complementary and reinforcing intertwined around the magic ship, and for a moment even the storm of ice and snow that was constantly lapping like a storm was dispelled - until the giant god-like Zeukskel raised his arm.

The sound of five fingers gathering into fists was like a series of thunderous thunders. The huge fist that hit head-on was fully displayed, and countless ice edges separated and converged. Like a roaring giant python, it slammed into the retribution.

Simon sat on the ceiling and rolled several more times on the wall—the result of years of training with a skilled wandering swordsman in his youth, or his neck would have broken on the bridge during the first spin of the Retribution.

View from the magic ship. The world is spinning. The wall of the spell defense collapsed layer by layer in front of the terrifying power forged by Zeux Ker with pure cold, and Xinbu, who was in charge of resisting it, could even feel that the magic net in this heaven and earth was trembling unsteadily, because of the unbearable force and disorder.

The retribution number was knocked out all at once. Even the sun on the ship was like a meteor flying away. From the ramming angles at the bow to the balance sails at the stern, there was a blue-and-white electric fire scurrying everywhere. If it weren't for the fact that Forty-Seven had reintegrated the entire ship with its own energy, even if there was a protective spell to resist Zeuxk's blow, the concussion itself would have been enough to cause the Retribution to fall apart.

Morriel relied on the "spider walk" that could stick to smooth planes at any angle, and his ears were buzzing. Now she was really helpless, and Kairo didn't know what method she had used to hide in Zeukskel, and right now, whether it was Moriel or Hembo, there was almost nothing she could do in front of this giant who shook the heavens and the earth - even the strongest rat was just a mouse in front of an elephant.

But what about forty-seven?

Zeuks Kel moved its steps. In fact, it was almost buried in the glacier below its knees, and the white smoke from this step almost drowned out the Retribution. The ice sheet shattered into countless splinters that collided with each other in the tremors, and at the same time, the cold wave energy buried deep in the earth roared out like steam from a boiling pot, continuing to add to the power of the ice hurricane that surrounded Zeuxk.

A terrible electric light flashed through the swirling clouds.

The reason Forty-Seven, which had been flying high in the storm, did not attack in the first place, was not that it had been frozen out of function or had been blown dizzy. On the contrary, his mind is very clear at the moment.

Ever since he left the bloody battlefield of the abyss, it had never been like this.

This is the coldest command after the chacole of qiē. It is the most direct instinct after blocking all emotions. Forty-Seven circled around the storm, even shutting down most of his engines to store up his already almost endless energy. The roar of the Steel Dragon was a little muffled in the high-pitched blizzard, and Forty-Seven was also a rare and unassuming attitude, ready to attack in a somewhat unusually calm manner.

Whether in the burning interstellar space or in the twilight world of the gods, Forty-Seven was born and existed for war—and on a macroscopic level, war itself rejects nothing but ashes.

When all the qiē is adjusted to the best state. Forty-seven swooped down.

Truth be told, if you were to attack a space fortress that was almost equivalent to a city, the Forty-Seven Assault Battlemechs at the forefront of the Charge would not pose much of a threat until they reached a certain number. The mecha battle group of the entire formation was wiped out by dense defensive artillery fire before it had time to get close, and he didn't see it once or twice.

Perhaps Zeukskel didn't have that kind of precise dripping crossfire, but Forty-Seven didn't have a thermonuclear torpedo that could make the difference in one hit.

So he simply gave up his usual dragon breath suppression. In a world where magic has replaced science, and in some ways even surpassed, the lack of a mass killer is still an admittedly reality when faced with an out-and-out Godzilla monster like Zeuxk.

When the dragon becomes a falcon at best. Rushing up and pecking at an enemy's eyes is much more effective than spitting a few mouthfuls of foam.

So Forty-Seven fell on Zeuxker's head with thunder and lightning and flames, with a sonorous sound as sharp as the clash of swords. He opens with a roaring chainsaw claw, which is now an excavator compared to his most commonly used subway punch in the form of a normal giant.

The chainsaw claw left deep scratches on the top of Zeuxkel's angular and glacier-like head. If you come up to the streets of Deep Stream, you might be able to dig into the sewers.

But this heavy blow, which caused a massive explosion of ice and snow, seemed to have only scratched Zeukskel. The giant shook its body - for it, which was probably completely formed by 10,000 years of ice, the action of shaking its head was really difficult to move its whole body without pulling a single shot.

The storm howled and flowed over Zeukskel's body. Like the legendary body protector true qi, he bounced forty-seven into the air. He quickly constructed the twin arms cannon and fired at the Djinn's Palm that was slamming at it, knocking off two of its fingers and jumping out of the Giant's range with the force of the recoil. It seems to be a monkey who escaped from the palm of the Buddha.

Forty-seven noticed the giant looking him in the eye. There were only two faint cold lights on the blurred face, like two bottomless wells. The information that leaked out of it was not as simple as raw rage and hatred, and the ostentatious bravado of the "little reptile" Forty-Seven in front of it was not enough to arouse its real anger. Its real target wasn't even him, nor was it the retribution.

Zeukskel opened his mouth, more like a twisted crack in the mountain wall. A howling icy wind erupts from the cracks in the darkness. A thousand times colder than the cold that pours out of the earth's crust. The cone-shaped cold energy even froze the air, rushing towards Forty-Seven with a layer of blue edges, completely engulfing him in it. Turning around, he retreated, quickly wrapped in the frozen space, forming an irregular mass of ice.

"What is this thing for?" On the retribution, which had been suppressed and was still retreating on the ground close to the clamor of ice and ice, one could not see the battle above, except to see countless huge blocks of ice pouring down from the storm - a byproduct of Zeuxkel's icy breath condensing the sky.

"It's moving forward! wants to get out of here!" shouted Morriel, grasping the side of the ship. She felt the tip of the iceberg of Zeuxkel's vast will, and this prepared contact, the coldness that did not penetrate her soul and try to freeze her brain, conveyed to her more voices that only a god-like being could fully understand: twisted, strange, terrifying, spreading on a greater scale its power to bring pain and extinction to a single living being, and to be satisfied by this devouring of all things.

"We must stop it! we must not allow Zeux to enter the main material world!" the female mage stumbled into the cab, ignoring the earthy swearing of Simon. Place your hand on the square-shaped control platform.

The process stumbled, but Moriel managed to establish a connection with the Retribution, spreading her spirit into most of the magic ship's systems. It may not be as powerful as Forty-Seven, nor as experienced as the Archmage of the Council of Argus, but the power turbine in the rear of the Retribution has begun to spew out fiery hot winds that produce great propulsion, and is driving against the storm under Simon's reluctant control—and that is enough.

Forty-Seven shook off the remaining ice shells in his body in the deformation, and the reactors in his body that had been extinguished by the breath of Zeuxkel were rekindled one by one. Although the operation of the joints is somewhat stagnant under the effect of the severe cold, it is nothing more. Not being able to inflict any lethal damage on the opponent is the biggest headache, just like the ones he used to have with the fools on the ground.

At least six spikes shot out at the same time from the rows of long, sharp horns under the wings around the steel dragon's neck. Under the control of Forty-Seven, while changing form to be more suitable for flying and piercing, he dragged a long tail flame towards Zeuxkel's head. Abomination raised its wall-like arms for defense, and a series of explosions created pillars of fire in its arms—only to be extinguished by the cold wind almost instantly. Layers of ice walls quickly spawned on Zeuxkel's uneven stump arms, rebuilding the natural armor destroyed by the Throwing Spear Blast.

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Leaned forward and suddenly sped up a lot. With its size, it was enough to shake the earth like a turtle, and now it could jump like a leopard. The air was close to solid under the action of the bitter cold and the countless fragments of ice and snow mixed with it, and it was squeezed by Zeukeskel. Thousands of explosions thundered and thundered almost without a gap, and even the glacier in front of him had a series of volcanic eruptions because of the violent changes, spreading far away.

Entangle it!Morriel used the Retribution's energy resonance to send a message to Forty-Seven, if Zeukskel continued to move like this and continue to increase the power of the cold storm, let alone get close to it, it would be a luxury to continue to fly in the air.

Standing at the bow of the ship to weaken the storm, She'd spent a lot of spell combinations and a powerful spell scroll that Dalewr had given her. This scroll allows her to manipulate the weather as she pleases within a certain range, but it only slightly weakens the wind. Chloe and the paladins stood around Himbu. Help her fend off ice that is too big or too fast to break through the magic protection.

Forty-Seven suddenly rolled and flew past the Retribution—so fast that it almost smashed into the magic ship. But then he pounced back the way he came, with greater agility. Discuss further with Zeux Ker about how he was rudely thrown down.

No matter how hard it was, this almost godly abomination was temporarily stopped. It stopped, brandishing its terrifying claws and throwing huge ice bombs that exploded like meteor storms at Forty-Seven, who was constantly punching, stomping, and biting to tear large swaths of ice off Zeuxk's body, and occasionally blasting out steaming pits with the cannon on his arm.

The Retribution, under the manipulation of Moriel, struggled to approach Zeukskel. Monsters like it that need to be imprisoned in a near-dimensional dimension generally don't wake up naturally. So Morrill decided it was Carrot, or...... Or rather, it should be the work of the Misty Lady whom she now has to admit has fully awakened.

Since the Misty Lady can hide in its body, there must be an entrance to it.

Morriel did not believe that the goddess of lies, who had just been resurrected, could completely control such a powerful ancient being. Although she didn't know how the goddess had used to enter Zeuxk's body, she might be able to try to explore the clues left behind by the divine powers...... After all, this was the most common job she had done since she left the Argus Empire.

The retribution rose with difficulty, and it was already close to the waist and abdomen of the giant.

Simbu at the bow of the ship turned her head to say something to Jane, and then her figure vanished in a blur in the wind and snow that rushed on her—Jane took her place, echoing the sun overhead with her white wings of light, forming a new protective shield.

It wasn't long before Simbu slammed headfirst into the observation window of the cab, shattering the already cracked crystal window. A supernatural wind rushed into the cab, forcing Simon and Morrill to close their eyes to dodge. The wind swirled in the corner, throwing out the shinbu who had discarded the impurities and reconstituted them, disbanding himself to avoid harm.

"Even if you touch it, you can't go deep at all! Its power is too strong!" Xinbu wiped the corners of his mouth: "There is nothing we can do if we go on like this!"

"Wait......" Morrill made the magic ship's thrusters all shoot down the vortex and continue to rise, "I'm trying to figure out the passage that the Mist Lady entered. ”

Zeukskel seems to have noticed the silent approach of retribution. He lowered his head, a huge amount of cold energy gathering in his mouth, and then cast another terrifying breath. The cold current suddenly stopped the Retribution's action, and the cold air that blew onto the ice field actually condensed the ice and snow again, and a sharp cone of ice peaks quickly grew in the air current, and soon the magic ship was firmly frozen on its spire......

Forty-seven rushed down like a meteorite and smashed into the head of Abomination. Ten fingers crossed to clench the iron fist that smashed with all his strength may be a severe test for the finger bones of ordinary people, but this is only a necessary step for Forty-Seven to construct the two fists into a ruined iron mallet.

There were even several small jet turbine boosts constructed on his waist-thick arms. The energy of the blow shook the entire storm area, and the flash of thunder and lightning pushed the clouds until the end of the intertwining of heaven and earth. The largest crack even extended down from between Zeuxkel's eyes, almost reaching the jaw, and cold breath emanated from the massive cracks in its head and neck - in exchange for its earth-shattering roar and Morriel's flash of inspiration.

"Right there!" Forty-Seven's full force blow nearly opened Zeukskel's swoop, and the concussion caused it pierced through the body of the abomination - causing Moriel's spirit to sweep through the gap, and finally found a faint fragility in its chest.

Retribution went full speed ahead, and Morrill was relayed the possible location of the passage to everyone's minds.

Forty-seven turned into a dragon of steel and swooped down, their giant palms of abomination striking at him in the slightest, nearly clapping him in the narrowest distance.

The incandescent dragon's breath, which had been hesitant to use, finally unleashed its power, and a continuous wave of hot melt shattered the 10,000-year-old ice that was harder than any metal, clearing the way for the Morriel and the others.

"Get out of here, Semon!" With that, Morriel tore open the scroll he was carrying, adding energy to himself, and while resisting the cold, he blurred his form and flew out of the window with Xinbu, and rushed with Chloe and the paladins to the vague door on Zeuxk's chest that led nowhere.

"Holy, ladies, don't leave me alone, how can I manipulate this thing myself-! it looks like it's broken!" In Simon's frantic shouts, the retribution, which had completed its mission, began to fall crookedly.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fifth chapter to go to the north for the forty-sixth round of the frozen throne (above) address is.