87_87643 The power of the rocky island that has been sleeping in the astral void for almost endless years.

For a god, being a being who once ruled the multiverse is undoubtedly the worst ending for him to fall into the astral realm, become a scum floating in a vacuum, and all believers and servants die or flee. But that doesn't mean it's really nothing like a stone - even if it's an ordinary stone, if it is too big to be pryed loose and rolled down, it will have a thunderous and unstoppable rolling power.

At present, the people of Jisi are facing falling rocks, no, a landslide-like divine power shock. The natural environment of the island, which is similar to the physical plane, created by the remnants of divine energy, is rapidly changing dramatically - the effect of gravity is rapidly disrupted, broken rock pillars, stones, and black-purple and turbid "godblood" are flowing freely, and from time to time, something will shoot out in any direction at an alarming speed as if it had been kicked violently. The air scrambled to escape, and the blazing smoke whistled and blew a storm that caused columns of smoke to wriggle and twist like giant serpents wandering and foraging, causing the sky to tremble as much as the ground, throwing colorful explosions out of the swirling clouds, enveloping all the humble reptiles who dared to offend and trample on its noble body in a chaotic panic.

The sound of the wind in the flying ashes gradually became muffled. It wasn't because the storms had weakened, but because they were muffled by the rumbling of the rocks' sliding friction, resonating into another hoarse and noisy noise that soon caused a violent earthquake that swept across the island. The overwhelming scorching dust swirled up and down. Millions, tens of millions, even billions of followers once dedicated their faith to God turned into a surging source of primordial energy, pouring out of every piece of gravel, every drop of sewage, every gust of wind, and shaking the empty astral plane.

Yurad looked at this qiē with hatred, and there was nothing he could do. He knew that the massive corpse was entering an unprecedented state of activity, and that its unconscious actions had brought about a catastrophe that even the Guise could not handle. Ever since the discovery of the corpse, they have begun to carefully explore it, analyze it, and use it. They understand that an astral island made of gods means unimaginable wealth and danger - which is why they are trying to extract and refine the energy emanating from the corpses of the gods, and at the same time drive the foolish bags who coax the fence to come to the island to confuse the public.

But now that inferior bastard who flaunts his might in the sky has screwed up all of them. They had also considered the possible trouble of a powerful spellcaster and a "dragon" when they decided to "take in" the mage and her retinue, but ultimately decided to join the expedition's cannon fodder as well, as the Guise wanted to gain as much benefit as possible from their large-scale exploitation with as little self as possible. They already have enough strength to avoid an uncontrollable chain reaction when collecting energy, but for some of the "guardians" who have inhabited the corpses of gods since ancient times, although they are actually doing the same work of stealing graves and digging graves as the Gies, then again, the side of the couch does not allow others to sleep soundly. If you want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, you have to be strong in the shield.

It's just that the shield they found this time was a bit too big and too heavy, so heavy that they couldn't carry it. Yurad had no idea that "the dragon" would be so extraordinary and bold that they would not be able to respond in a timely and effective manner. Reality collapsed, and the frozen mind of the god corpse dissolved and evaporated, turning into a wave of spiritual energy that attacked him and the other Gise in waves. The flying rocks hit the face, splitting the head and covering the face, and it was impossible to open the eyes at all without taking some defensive measures. And in the storm of divine power, both magic and psionic energy are very fragile, and it seems that even the magic web is crumbling, becoming a spider web in the storm.

Feet swaying. Not even the githvy flippers of the Gise could grip the ground. In the distance, something from a crow rose and fell, like the gloom of the island when it shook again, but Jurad knew that it was something darker and more dangerous.

"Abandon the island!, retreat!" he roared unwillingly, piercing the shrill of the wind with a psionic command. Punch into the brains of your subordinates.

Forty-seven, who watched this grand occasion in the sky, watched it with relish.

"I really don't believe that these shoehorn faces can hold out longer than me. From his vantage point, the hordes of shadow monsters that spat out of the void rushed forward almost shoulder to shoulder. There were still all kinds of strange shapes, one mouth, two mouths, three mouths, two legs, four legs, eight legs, the only thing that remained unchanged was the sharp teeth and sharp claws of the forest, which hissed out as dissonantly as the sound of the wind, like a living carpet, wrapped in countless sharp blades and rolled towards the Gies, surrounding and narrowing the encirclement, threatening to shatter them.

"I hate it, it's those two dream chrysalis again. Kairo grabbed Forty-Seven's shoulder armor and looked into the distance, although the endless shadows spread across the island like a rising tide, but in her eyes, it was precisely because there were two strange shadows that looked like pythons and not pythons in the black tide and made waves: "I see! They live on this island like parasites, absorbing the energy of the island to survive and grow, and if they find outsiders on the island, they will create illusions or kill them in other ways to maintain their monopoly on the island—right, Sister Moriel?"

Isn't that right, aren't you contributing to National Geographic...... "Looking around at the smoke of the heavy artillery left and right to see if there is no place worthy of him to come again, Morriel has already taken a step ahead of him, raising his hand and launching a fireball at the black cloud that is steaming behind him. After a short, violent explosion, a dark creature with three wings fell out of the firelight, its burning body whirling and tumbling down, throwing fireworks-like feathers along the way.

The female mage Shi Shiran straightened her windswept hair: "Don't worry about these things, let the Jisi people have a headache." I said, can you change to a flying form...... It's dangerous now. ”

The Guise abandoned all machinery and equipment and fled in a hurry. However, the military qualities they showed during this period were indeed breathtaking. Able to gain a foothold in the Astral Plane. You can't do it without a few strong hands. There is no need for a commander to assign them, and the outer warriors of the Gies closest to the monster Black Tide automatically take on the task of breaking off - only after a short period of chaos, they will divide into several battle groups that cover each other and fight against the shadow monsters, and the blades are flying, and they do not fall behind for a short time, and the archers, mages and warlocks among the Gis people also attack as many times as possible or cast a spell or two to help their companions delay the attack of the monster group before fleeing.

But these efforts are only a drop in the bucket after all. Especially when some invisible force lurked in the sand and minions as it swept over the devastated islands, the Guise defenses began to crumble.

A warrior was slashing with a long earthy gray face, a pair of yellow eyes widened, and the silver blade in his hand slashed at the dark monsters swarming in front of him as if he were alive. The movement was still changing shapes, drawing pale streamers, and almost every blow could cut something off the opponent's body, as if the silver two-handed sword had a will of its own, and it always had a soft spot for the behavior that could cut its prey in two.

A breeze blew. A real breeze - it was so unusual compared to the storm that was still circling and shouting, as unusual as a little white rabbit biting a beard suddenly appeared in a pack of lions. But it was this breeze that made the Jisi people, who were not afraid of the wounds on their bodies just now, suddenly languishe. The waist pole bent down. His strong muscles seemed to begin to shrank and weaken, as if an invisible demon was hidden in the wind, instantly draining all his energy, and he was engulfed by the monster in the blink of an eye.

Time. The power of time. There is no real time in the astral plane, so many of the Digis who have lived here for a long time are not in the prime of life as they seem. These people are often the backbone of the Guise army, and they usually end their plane travel and adventures in the multiverse at the peak of their lives and return to the castle in the astral land to continue honing their skills, without losing their agile reflexes and abundant body as time passes. Thus having the power to be respected by their peers, and to carve out a way to gain a foothold and climb up in their harsh and ruthless militaristic society.

Unfortunately, there is one thing: the astral realm is a spiritual realm, but it is not a fantasy world where people's dreams of immortality come true. You can run away for a while. Maybe "forever" escape, as long as you don't really face it as you do now. Time has come to them. The energy of the corpse kept an area of normal flow of time, and in the frenzied chaos it turned into a fluctuating vortex. No force can stop this, and the Guise can only continue to escape.

After paying a high price, the remaining survivors of the Guise finally withdrew from the island's influence. Leap into the void. They were like silverfish jumping into the sea, and soon swam out of sight of forty-seven.

"Maybe you should wait here while I go down and clean up the battlefield. Pick up some loot and come back. "Forty-seven, who had been transformed into a dragon, hovered over the storm clouds that enveloped the island, still thinking about the silver blades of the Guise people.

"It's not good to learn anything, it's not a good habit to learn from the Gis to make a fortune from the dead......" Morrill snatched him up as usual, and before he could say something, he suddenly looked at the peak of the island, which was still faint and the edge was already a little blurred, and then looked down for a moment to observe the drift trend of the island.

"We'll have to go back to the floating castle of the Guise and get that plane merchant Jacob out. She said, "We've promised to travel with him, and we do need his experience in traveling through planes...... The island is not resting, it is stalking the Guise, and now they are in great trouble. ”

Forty-seven turned around and flew away, and his body began to burst out with a brilliant and scorching light like the sun again. The island behind him seemed to follow slowly and clumsily, but in fact it was not much slower than Forty-Seven, and it continued to throw air currents, bodily fluids, and debris outward in the drift, which spread out for a certain area and then were roughly held in a clump by gravity, moving and spinning, gradually forming a dark vortex that grew larger and larger like a nebula.

By the time it had almost followed Forty-Seven to the Gisian astral base, the behemoth had turned into a super-nightmare of concussions, storms, screams, and all sorts of uncanny grotesqueness. Dream Manipulation directs the corpse and its energy towards the Keith Fortress, and they must find a way to vent for this massive divine power that has been mired in a manic mania by the Forty-Seven Earth's devastating attacks.

There will be a big explosion, and it will take tens of thousands of years for it to cool down again.

"This can't be!" shouted a terrified Jurad as he stood on the observation post of the city wall, watching the silver void that shimmered from the left and right of the city as it gradually spread in the inky blackness of the water, and the terrifying wails of tearing eardrums piercing the brain from all directions, and the first meteor shower of falling monsters had descended on the castle from the dark clouds and began a fierce battle with the castle defenders - and it seemed that their reinforcements were endless.

"Close the one path to the main city and open all psionic shields!" Realizing that the impossible was becoming a reality, Yurad quickly issued an order: "Luring these hellish shadow monsters to the vassal city, and immediately sending workers to cut off the connection between the vassal city and the main body of the fortress, should buy us some time!"

The vassal city is also full of wolf smoke. It was as different from the main city as the difference between the ghetto and the royal palace - the only facility that was passable in terms of solidity, the city walls, which were useless in the face of death from the sky, and the rough and chaotic buildings in the city could not be used as a cover at all, because the ghostly monsters were actually embodied by the instinctive dreams of the gods, and there was no real stable form other than representing the dark and terrifying nature of the dead god. Therefore, no matter how narrow and tortuous the place is, they can penetrate and drill through, and then reshape and attack, and complex obstacles will become a problem for the attacker to resist or escape.

"Those Gis mongrels have destroyed the passage and closed the gates!" Morriel had just come down to his feet when he heard the sound of the people around him cursing angrily. Indeed, the mage could see smoke rising from the area connected to the fortress in the distance, like a landslide. Large, heavy slabs of stone are shifting their positions, protecting the Gise castle more closely, while separating the outbuildings of the outer boardwalks, platforms, and vassal cities. Discard them like a shoe.

At a time when everyone in the world is too busy to take care of themselves, Dragon Forty-Seven is not so conspicuous.

"Up there!" Morrill looked up in the direction of the Plane Merchant's residence. Because of the high ground, the black clouds were gradually falling to the point of reaching the rooftops, and one after another shadow monsters fell out of the swirling roaring clouds, squirting and jumping in the wind. Attack everything they can get their hands on.

Forty-seven looked around - it seemed that the Gies had once again treated these people who had clinged to them to survive in the astral plane as cannon fodder. Blameless, but that's not Forty-Seven's style, at least not the one anyone else else does.

"Can you handle it? I have something to do. He bowed his head to Moriel. The steel wings have begun to stretch.

"What?" Morriel was stunned for a moment, and after glancing around, he roughly guessed his intentions, "Don't go too far, and don't delay too long." ”

The dragon flapped its wings and helped them carve a wide road in front of them for a horse race before turning and flying in the other direction, while Morriel flew with Kairo to Jacob's house.

The stone house was completely enclosed, and several four-legged creatures, somewhat like large dogs with skinned skins and cracked corners of their mouths to their ribs, were scratching and biting around the room, tearing off many stone chips with each blow, and cutting deep scratches. A chain of lightning from Morriel put an end to their foolish man's momentum to move mountains, and the ensuing rain of ice needles completely pinned the convulsive and tumbling disgusting bodies to the ground.

Without time to pay attention to Kyro's growing warlock abilities, Morriel walked towards the stone house while watching out for any monsters around him. Jacob must have run away or died?

A magic door that was constantly changing colors of light suddenly appeared beside her. Jacob, the plane merchant, bowed his head and came out of the portal, his blue face mixed with surprise and delight, and his long spider-legged fingers kept rubbing back and forth: "Thank you so much, honorable Miss Mage. You really came to save me, and you didn't forget about me, an unarmed businessman...... Huh, where's your mighty Iron Samurai?"

"Don't worry about that guy. But it looks like you don't need our help. Morrill looked at the portal behind Jacob, which was still glowing with a shimmer of multicolored light, and said, "You can use any door to get out of here at any time. Why, did you stay to test my sincerity?"

"How so......" Jacob put on the signature smile of all good businessmen, "haven't we already reached an agreement? I need your help and can do a little bit for you...... As a businessman, you have to abide by the agreement as much as possible. To cut a long story short, let's get out of this place first!"

An earth-shattering explosion. The three of them turned their heads in response, just in time to see a large roaring cloud of fire rising over the head of the Gise fortress. Rubble flew around, and the black storm of divine power also surged towards that side as if it had found a floodport, invading the main city, no longer all piled up outside, at least providing a little respite and escape for the residents of the vassal city.

"It's okay, it's not too much......" Kyro said as he looked at Moriel's face and comforted her less helpfully