87_87643 War. The war had already lasted until late at night on the third day, perhaps early in the morning of the fourth day. No one cares about the specific moment, there is no sunset and sunrise in this world, and dozens of hours of non-stop fierce battles have long blurred the boundary between heaven and earth. Fragments of flesh, stone, and metal were blasted up and scattered before they could fall, and then smashed and splashed again, and the cluster lasers and high-temperature plasma plasma rained down like chisels repeatedly pounded the battle line, and in the hellish red light, the terrifying fire of the Iron Samurai disintegrated the living corpses and ghosts into poisonous vapor, rising above the boiling killing field like porridge.

The immortal machinery of war held its ground firmly at the mercy of the cold waves of the necromancy, slapping, retreating, and rising again. The dead are endless, following the call of an uneasy ancient will, awakened from the world of the grave after an entire race has been slaughtered and exterminated, driven by the gloomy gaze of their former masters, who once served with their lives, now serve with their deaths.

Beams of energy slammed into the sea of the undead like a knife cutting through rags. The blazing white flash was followed by a shock wave that crushed the air, and the thunderous wave crushed a qiē into powder, and the hard ground shook like a twist of water ripples, bulging, denting, exploding, tumbling, and burying the undead who could not escape. The rising mushroom cloud was a sign of death, and the returning army of the undead shrugged away from the terrifying blast of the small volcano, still flowing with lava.

Unlike the shrunken ones who hid behind the Honjin to control the battle situation remotely, the Iron Colossus was at the forefront from the moment it appeared. They are like gloomy and calm fortresses of activity, standing in front of a large number of undead, forming the largest and most impregnable link in the chain of defense. They stood there, breathing in the smoke of gunpowder, scarred all over, and unable to shake their majesty. The anti-overload system works in an orderly manner, gradually cooling the reactor that has just been outputting unmatched energy, and then making time-consuming adjustments and pressurization. The main cannon is reheated—ready for the next roaring fire of the madman.

At one point, the situation was even quite optimistic. It seems that the invulnerable Guardians can defend forever until the end of the world when they want to.

The end has come - sooner than anyone expected.

The first sign is a small earthquake. The structure of the earth's crust was changed by some unprovoked force, like a heart that had been silent for thousands of years under the earth suddenly began to beat. Pillars of fire erupted high in the cracks in the surface like whale breaths, and greedy flames poured out like a waterfall splashing backwards. Metal deforms and melts in a sea of fire, like a burning candle - an invisible force that manipulates the fireworks and dances. It twists into all kinds of strange and absurd images, a bit like people and then blurred, and quickly turns into a grand storm drenched in molten iron.

The large machine with a sickle-shaped forearm bore the brunt of the attack. Storm Cloud flared its teeth and claws, and after two turns, it was next to it, and the Colossus raised its claws in the air, cutting into the storm against the roaring chaos - for the first time, the Super Construct with ease on the battlefield showed that it was struggling. As the "muscle" composed of a large number of axles, pistons, metal fibers and solenoid coils were tensed and compressed, the power transmission devices all expanded to the limit, and the servo system was overwhelmed and struck one after another. But it doesn't necessarily really need those things.

Iron hooves crush the earth, blade claws wrestle with storms, and mechanical monsters try to advance in a torrent of blinding sparks. The stalemate lasted only a few seconds. The losers are swept into the sky. The Colossus was hit hard by an unknown source—the outer armor shattered, the waist and abdomen exploded, and a million pounds of steel lost its balance like trash in the wind. Not only it, but the undead, the metal, the flames, and even the circulating wind and clouds all broke apart, sliced by the great invisible blade, leaving traces clearly imprinted on the earth and in consciousness—traces as cruel as tombstones.

When the Colossus fell from the sky, the earth and rocks exploded and the smoke and dust from the ground soared into the sky, and it was almost completely shattered. The body in the crater was scattered and fragmented. Explosions continued to occur, but the red light burning in the compound eye of the head still stubbornly refused to extinguish. It was not something that could be done with a single attack, it was simply the result of being slashed and beaten by a large group of giants of the same level.

All of them are hustle, dancing, and boiling. In a moment, the storm seemed to swell a little more, the wind howled sharply, and the smoke-obscured sky was once again covered with paint.

The light tore through the sky. It's all the same. Together, the other colossas shot a massive amount of dead light at the chaotic storm that filled the heavens and the earth. Destroying miè beams of energy swept through the storm. It immediately began to curl. A huge deep vortex appeared where the energy beam pierced the ground. Lightning bolts burrowed into the vortex. In an instant, the entire storm air mass was spread. The thick clouds were filled with flashes of turbulent energy—surrounded by extremely unstable glitters. The storm trembled and contracted in agony. It's as if a person's whole blood has been replaced with mercury and still hasn't died—that's enough for anyone to remember for the rest of their lives. All the way to the grave to torture the impression.

But the big bang didn't happen. The shrieking wind sounded like pure weeping. The ground cracked. Countless stones were released from the depths of the ground and the pressure was lifted high into the sky. A pure, uncontrolled sea of fire rose along the storm. Colorful radiant light spread in the sky. And then it fell to the ground, and there was rain. Every drop of rain is stained with that beautiful and terrifying brilliance.

Suddenly. The storm stops spinning. The flash of energy in the storm was gone. The elements stirred together into a blood-colored chaos with no fixed shape—in the center of Chaos. A faint, hoarse voice rang out. Inability to distinguish between meaning and nature. It sounds like the babbling of a psychopath in a dream. Meaninglessly murmuring. The voices quickly turned to a muffled boom. Penetrate all the ground one qiē. Announce to the world that something has broken through the seals set by the ancient gods.

At last. It shook its behemoth body, which was not yet fully steady. Open your eyes - look in all directions.

The undead were scattered on all fronts. The Atrophy no longer provides divine powers to the Necro Army. Rather, they scramble to stay away from the escape. Someone has come to take over. More competent than them.

The Hundred-Armed. In ancient language, it was called "Kann Timani". The oldest and most powerful hatred in the history of the multiverse. It stretched out its hundred giant arms. With its almost indescribable and cruel. It's like a giant tree with intricate roots. Will be the city of steel. And its defenders join in the shadows of their own madness.

The machine qì was indifferent. They still have a battle to fight anyway. It's like a mouse swipe, a right click.

The torrent of steel began to charge towards the hundred-armed giant.

"Morriel, you made a big mistake. Do you know what you're doing?"

The hall swayed slightly, proving that the towering main tower of the city had been affected by the war, and perhaps it was only a matter of time before it was destroyed. The goddess of magic's face sank like water, and pure white magical energy burned and flowed in and around her palms. Given two opposing qualities at the same time, the warmth of the fire and the coolness of the water, she fluctuated with her words: "Didn't we say it a long time ago? It's a hundred-armed giant, a child of chaos, a monster that destroys the essence of the earth, and the gods can't match!

The voice of the god poured directly into the mind, shaking the soul, beating the witchcraft of the human heart and shaking the faith of the female mage. He is at enmity with God...... The thought haunted Moryl. She must be steadfast in her quest to ward off its effects in order to maintain the fragile thread of magic in the Chaos Storm, created by the goddess of magic, and the only link between the Dominant City and the multiverse.

Morrill concentrated. Crushed the goddess's spell and clenched the staff. If it weren't for this city of steel, the realm of the gods would be beyond the reach of the realm...... No way.

"I'm sorry, Majesty Mistra. She cautiously distanced herself from the goddess: "But the war is not over...... It is too early to tell. Could you please give us a little more time?"

"Absolutely not. Moriel, you can't be so naïve, can't you hear the warning from the magic web?" The goddess of magic stepped forward, and the flickering silver fire ignited the air towards Moriel, "You should understand that unrealistic hopes are the beginning of disaster-

"It's useless, Mina. She had made up her mind. Keranvo spoke suddenly. The name of the goddess when she called mortal. Kelly raised her twin swords, the crossed blades reflecting the calm majesty of the Grim Reaper, adjusting to the King of the Dead's movements—making sure he couldn't confront the mage directly.

Let this lesson remind us that the mortal mind is always subjective, and that we can never underestimate its power. The Grim Reaper said, "Let's go." Once the hundred-armed giant does enter the multiverse, we must find a solution to it. ”

"Victories are right. ”

Three holy and pure rays of light pierced the metal floor and condensed into a human form, and the wings of brilliance fluttered behind the paladin girl: "The ancient race has helped her seize my father's control of the Gates of the Realm. ”

"Maybe we should try again. Mystra stared at Moriel: "I will not spare my avatar if necessary." Moriel, don't forget. I am in charge of all the magic in the world. ”

"Don't forget, too, that Mystra is the most violent. Moriel looked at the goddess as well.

Led by Filgas, skeletal steel soldiers lined up through the open doors in the walls of the hall. They walked with cold, heavy steps, and the scythes of war pulsed with deadly arcs of energy, approaching step by step.

"Shall we go our separate ways, or shall we all die now?" the mage screamed.

There was an extremely violent shaking, and there was a tooth-aching cracking sound from the window. The entire window was covered in cobweb-like cracks, and the images that came in were so violent and chaotic that the entire hall was filled with strange patches of color. It seems to cut both man and machine into fragmented fragments. Chaotic air currents blew into the hall. The lamenting wind was mixed with a massive, noisy, purposeless force that pushed the gods to decide.

"You owe me an explanation. "Miria was the last to leave. Before leaving, the girl glanced at Moriel - with her own clear gaze.

"Victory does not need explanation, defeat does not allow explanation. Morrill muttered to himself.

Then, she drove distracting thoughts out of her mind, condensed her thoughts with her will, and her spirit merged into substance, like a sharp arrow through the boundless sea of chaos, igniting the inextinguishable stars along the way. This brilliant trajectory spreads through the guò ruler throughout the city, to everyone, leaving a memory in every controller.

The hundred-armed giant staggered. Clusters of dark muscles intertwined with each other, bare tendons crammed with disgusting and exaggerated tumors, and skulls, arms, and rusty ancient armor twisted and grown. Stacked into the incredibly terrifying shape of the giant. The ground was dented by the weight of the hundred-armed giant, and viscous blood-red pus continued to flow from the roots of its branched body, filling the craters and trenches, soaking in dirt and metal, and the world was corrupting beneath its feet, like a body being eroded by cancer.

Bullets flying. In the face of such a behemoth standing up to the sky, there is no possibility of zài being deviated. But the heaviest artillery fire only briefly left the hundred-armed giants with a scorched pit of flames and black smoke, which the churning pieces of flesh would fill in immediately. The damaged part wriggled and retracted into the giant's body, and the filthy bulge quickly grew into a new arm, and the massive blade stabbed out from between the palms and swung at will. The greatswords were also made up of twisted flesh and blood, as if they were some kind of living creature, trembling, twitching, and screaming as the hundred-armed giant's fifty mouths shrizzled, and the blood-soaked earth rumbled with it. The shrill wind amplified these sounds countless times over. Blowing in all directions, the mechanical soldiers trekked against the storm, and blood gradually seeped into the cracks of the joints—from time to time the organic qì people fell to the ground and disintegrated. A large amount of black and red blood splattered from the routing parts, and the vicious air whistled by, rolling up blood clots and metal residue, becoming even hotter.

The hundred-armed giant's movements are not fast, and his reflexes can also be said to be sluggish. Its many minds and limbs all show a random randomness that seems to guide its actions: no direction, no purpose, no adversary. It staggered like a giant slug, a hundred flesh-and-blood weapons tearing at a single qiē that dared to approach it. Even gravity and space-time - gradually, even artillery fire and ion beams could not hit it, and the stability of these killing energies had been destroyed. The chaotic blood-colored clouds surrounded the hundred-armed giant, and within the clouds and mist, it seemed to return to the www.biquge.info of the Pen Qu Pavilion of time, in a state where everything was possible, the primordial energy was randomly aggregated, and the elements and matter were not yet determined.

Although they have strength and will that are beyond the reach of living beings, despite their powerful force that can tear apart the earth and shake the sky. But it still couldn't stop the crazy and chaotic attack of the hundred-armed giant. The steel colossus was crushed one by one, and when the last one fell to the ground with a bang, there was nothing to slow down the hundred-armed giant. It turned to the city, and the festering sky glowed with swollen and wounded energy lightning, and large black and purple thunderclouds gathered and swirled around the hundred-armed giant's head, forming shadowy storm fluctuations.

A blood-red lightning slashed down, and it went down the spire all the way into the depths of the steel city. The tower shuddered, and for a moment the lightning flashed through the heavens and the earth—after the flash. The sky, to which the tower peaks point, began to rotate. Meanwhile. The hundred-armed giant rained down boulders at the city—each as big as a hill and stained with blood. Like the mangled corpse of a god.

The City of Steel exploded in a blow. The white-hot flames rose thousands of feet upward, licking the clouds ferociously. The catastrophic chain reaction causes a cascade of eruptions of energy, jumping from one region to another, creating a blinding rainbow of destruction. In an instant, the curtain of fire spreads, engulfing the city, which has been ravaged by landslides, in the bright light of fire. The effect was a bit too intense, more like a violent self-termination—the burning light of the city cast into the sky, reflecting the twisting storm and thunderclouds, depicting the trajectory of the atmospheric escape, and one could see that a boiling spatial vortex was gradually taking shape. When the first ships lifted off, they were barely distinguishable from the splatters of stone plasma. Then, the larger steel battleship floated into the flames, and the air currents from the ion engines blasted out a magnificent wave of flames, propelling the giant ship away from the crumbling and burning ground. Eventually, the main tower snapped into several pieces and collapsed in a swift manner, and the core of the city, like the vomited entrails of a sea cucumber as it fled danger, bathed in flames, climbed high into the air, and rushed into a huge whirlpool with a purple-red edge.

"The drive is working fine...... The star position has been determined. ”

In the main control room, where the pipelines are entangled and the instruments are riddled with instruments, Cairo sits in the navigation position. Anyway, it was the realm passage opened by the divine power, and she was the closest to the god - suddenly, the girl cried out in fear.

"Sister Moriel!

Then, she changed her tone. "Hell, she's not on the boat!

"We must go back to her!"

Kelly flipped some buttons and hand brakes quickly, but the sensors stubbornly flashed red, refusing to obey the command to launch the Iron Angel.

"The host has closed the system. Filgas said. "A woman who does not obey orders - I hope she will not drag down her master. ”

"How beautiful. The succubus groaned, "Such a splendid martyrdom ......"

"What to do? Pipsqueak will be finished with her!" the little devil flew around.

"You're all bastards!" Morriel stood on the ruins of a sinking city in a sea of fire. The magma mixed with the blood flowing from the hundred-armed giant's body smeared the flames with large patches of intense scarlet—the hundred-armed giant walked through the burning corpses, the whirlpool in the sky still expanding, and the afterflames of the ship's exhaust slowly drew a thousand long clockwise arcs.

The female mage felt that her body organs were all disordered by the presence of the hundred-armed giant. Blood poured into his head, his vision was blurred, his ears were buzzing, his stomach was twitching, secreting stomach acid that was only needed to digest large quantities of food, and his heart was beating more than a hundred beats per minute, with ominous pauses from time to time. All Moriel's magic could do to keep her from falling apart, but she persevered. She wasn't going to back down, she wasn't going to run away, she wasn't going to leave, and she decided that she had to be with him this time......

No, she had to flash the man, at least get out of him first.

The half-melted metal roared, converging into a massive, boiling pillar of flame that stirred the sea of fire and stabbed into the center of the vortex. All the wreckage poured towards the pillar of flames, howling a noisy, melody noise of steel. They sang and sang unconsciously to the slag—fire and iron soon filled the whirlpool, spreading the thin, terrifying wings of the metal giant.

The change in him was so great that Morriel didn't dare to confirm it even when he saw the abyssal red eyes of the monster made of countless molten steel and iron slag - until he moved above the hundred-armed giant and let out a thunderclap roar.

"Give it to me, you apes, do you want to live a life?"

With this absurd shouting, every piece of steel was reborn. They made a comeback and slew at the hundred-armed giants.

It never ends