87_87643For the first time in my life, I was so far away from home. The Astral Plane, the Outlands, the Seal City, the Cassley, the Grey Wilderness, and the Bottomless Abyss, passing through strange realms that can only be heard of in books, and witnessing their dangers, mysteries, and incredibleness, is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Finally, I crossed the borders of the multiverse wheel. The chaos of the beginning of creation still remains, and the primordial energy rushes and roars, converging into a spitting frenzy. The journey ends on an island in a sea of energy, where I have had the privilege of meeting the remnants of the ancients, and the remnants of their glorious civilization, the Dominant, the City of the Dominant.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them "survivors." They were born in a prehistoric era of horrific cataclysm, experienced the destruction and rebirth of the multiverse, and continue to this day. In front of them, humans, dwarves, elves, dragons, and even our gods are nothing more than infant children—I am in awe of that fact. Countless beings who are much stronger, more powerful and intelligent than them have long since disappeared, and only they, who were once considered humble and insignificant, have stubbornly crossed the cold and turbulent river of time.

They are truly transcendent beings who hold fate by the throat with their own strength.

Although they eventually gave in, succumbing to their most outstanding works. The entire race was trapped in a cold piece of steel, old and weak, and dying. It may be easier to eliminate them right now than to face the King of the Deep, but that doesn't dampen my admiration. I am a mage, and all mages are unbelievers. Therefore, with the overwhelming power of the gods and demons comes only fear and resentment, and the immortal achievements created by the same beings as us can resonate from the depths of the soul.

I have to say that I was lucky to meet them.

Now, they are in an unprecedented crisis. The most cunning and scheming of the Tanari, caricatured by his fellow clansmen as "demons with devil's brains", the dark lord Grazt, secretly hatched a plot that would destroy them once and for all. He used some method that we don't yet know about to get in touch with God. Awaken the resentment and hatred left behind by the ancient gods of the primordial era, the living weapons of killing created in the cosmic war. The gods are like a group of ferocious sharks that smell blood and are furious, and it is only a matter of time before they swarm.

There was no choice - they and the creatures clinging to their wings had to be evacuated as much as possible. Even without Kelly's insistence, I don't think I would have been able to watch the millions of people in the city die. I can't ignore the number of countries in the main material realm.

To save one person is to save the whole world. If you want me to say, this kind of statement is just to encourage righteousness and courage and not to give benefits. The two of them touched each other to deceive the young man. To save one person is to save another, not to mention that one's own life is always more valuable than the lives of others. And for the world. You, me, him, none of them matter, so what does it matter if you can't save them or not. But when we do have a chance to save a world, even if it only delays its fate into the abyss for a moment, who can face those who are almost indistinguishable from us, even if we remove half of the inhabitants who can be considered inhuman monsters. Ignoring the life that also has feelings and souls?

Per cent...... No, it only takes 1 in 1,000 people to survive for a race to survive.

The ancient chaos obscured the sky, and I didn't know what the chances of success were, and I didn't even see a glimmer of hope. But I didn't have a choice. Sometimes, there is something that surpasses our rationality that suddenly springs up from the depths of the sea of our hearts, driving us to move forward, unable to change direction, unable to stop.

Does he think the same way as I do?

A hologram flashes and starts alarming. Interrupt the mage's contemplation.

"There was an explosion on the lower level of Area 11. Preliminary estimates of damage are more than 60 percent. It continues to expand. The terminal operator reported. Her lingua franca is a little stiff. But already very fluent.

"Seal the damaged area. Cut off the energy connection loop between it and other regions. Morriel glanced at the floating chart in front of him. Quickly zoomed in, flickering red flecks appeared in the magic image. There is a great tendency to be integrated.

The female mage frowned. I have a premonition that the situation may worsen.

"How's the transfer of personnel? She then issued an order: "Keep an eye out for the level of activation reactions that are out of control energetically...... It's too late. Abandon Districts 9 and 11 immediately. Close there a qiē energy supply. Inform Kelly. I beg them to come to their aid immediately!"

With her command. Located in the middle of the main tower of the Steel City, the control hall was immediately busy. All of them were elven-like creatures that Morriel had seen when he first arrived in the city. There are several lines connected to the central system, and hundreds of people work together to serve as the core of the city's operation after the master's handover of power - various affairs are analyzed and processed and then summarized and handed over to the female mage. It's up to her to decide.

After finally dealing with the accident, Morriel gently rubbed the corners of his forehead, and couldn't help but feel a little exhausted. The city is crumbling more and more...... Once again, the city's energy network trembled and trembled, as if the blood vessels of the ruined earth were boiling lava. A series of indices well exceeded the danger threshold and continued to fall for a while. She looked out the window and saw a cloud of red smoke rising from the edge of the city. If it goes on like this, it won't last long. The city is now like a thin plank over the crater of a volcano, ready to be torn to shreds at any moment.

But Morriel understands that her job is to tear down the east wall and make up the west wall, so that the city survives until the last moment. Ever since Forty-Seven walked into the scrap heap, there was no response, only the rekindled giant furnace that continued to speak in his place. The structure of the city is changing, and in fact, as people gradually concentrate in the zoned safety zone, the rest of the steel city will soon become no longer suitable for any species. The furious flames of the center of the earth rushed through the city, unleashing unimaginable monsters from Pandora's box. Kelly and Filgas organize patrols to try to restrain these horrific grotesques and drive them into the slow-moving steel behemoth.

Yes, the price of preparing for war. Not even Kelly could do it, not even the Juggernaut could explain it, but she had been commonplace since her days in Rain City. Is Forty-Seven capable of manipulating steel on this scale? There are even more of them than all of a world. The mage noticed that she was wandering again, and she persuaded herself to try not to worry about his problems. This is his one-man war...... He has never lost.

It was another busy day and night, and as it was early in the morning, Morriel rested for two hours. Wait for her to finish meditating and walk out of the lounge. Several familiar uninvited guests were already waiting for her.

Milia, Fiona, and especially Jane seem to have two miniature suns in their unfocused silver eyes, and the glow of divinity is almost too daring to look at them. The other two paladin girls looked at her with no respect and love for their sister, but outright faith and obedience. Morriel's gaze lingered on their faces for a moment before turning to Simb, the Storm Queen still looking raunchy. Her black hair danced to herself, but the female mage could see at a glance that she was different from when she was in Deep Stream. It's like the difference between O'Sullivan and Ciric, who occupies O'Sullivan's body.

Mistra, the goddess of magic. Even the most powerful and unruly mage would do the same thing as Morriel—bow down and bow deeply.

"It was my pleasure to meet you, Majesty Mistra. ”

The goddess of magic smiled back. "You don't have to be so polite, Miss Morrier. ”

"The situation is urgent. Shall we start right away?" asked Jane, the presence of the gods seemed to have no effect on her at all, she had always been like a cold, emotionless puppet anyway.

"It depends, the evacuation is still ongoing...... And most importantly, I don't know if he's ready or not. ”

Kyro tugged at Lamorell's sleeve. Motioning for her to pay attention in the other direction.

Only then did the female mage discover that there was one more person along with the four ladies.

Dressed in a dark gray hooded monk's robe, he stood silently beside him, like a low-ranking clergyman who could be found everywhere in the church. Maybe he really didn't notice, but he didn't hide his figure, and there wasn't anything around him big enough to cover him. As soon as Morriel saw him, he turned from an inconspicuous passerby to a shadow etched into his mind—a vivid, lifelike mask beneath his hood. There was no skin on him, and his whole person seemed to have nothing but clothes and a mask, and there was only a cold and lonely desolation through the gap in his neckline.

Morriel had never dealt with him before, but immediately understood his identity. It's like seeing the leaves of a tree withering and falling yellow, and you immediately understand that autumn has arrived. The mask was facing her, silently telling the inevitable end of a living being in the world, emptier than the eternal darkness of the gray wilderness.

He exists as a shadow of all beings...... Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a tingling in her scalp.

Vulture. The Goddess of the Mist spoke to Morriel through Kairo's mind, and it seemed that she hated him very much.

"Please come with me, let's go to the control center. "Now is not the time to quarrel, everyone knows what to do - the mage leads the gods to the elevator.

"Magical power. Mystra looked around with interest, the silver-white metal walls reflecting the figure of the Goddess of Magic. A graceful, glowing humanoid.

"Faetong...... The ultimate monster born from the body of the dying sun god. Jane said softly, "It emits a high-temperature flame that is not inferior to the scorching sun." Like a huge cloud of magma traveling through various planes. Usually it is so close to the world that even the stones will fire wherever it passes. The earth burns. The rivers dried up, turning to ashes, and where it was once the sea, nothing remained of dry gravel. The whole world watched in horror as it sunrises, but no one can hold out until it is seen. This is a force that must be banned forever and should not be used by anyone or in any way. ”

Morriel smiled, and the elevator's indicator light flashed like a spark next to it: "We red-robed mages have a saying...... Money is money. ”

The closed iron door in the center of the control was not opened as usual, and Morriel was a little strange.

"Open the sesame door. Cairo said.

"What?"

"Only if you say that Sesame opens the door will work, Sister Moriel. ”

“...... Does he have any news?" the female mage quickly reacted: "What are you doing again?"

They were greeted in the hall by a rather strange machine. The long, reptilian spine-like metal device seemed to bend and twist without sluggishness, and the electronic eye at the tip emitted a red light

"It turned out to be bubbles, hairy hairs and flowers. The watchman smiled: "Come and save the town?" and wave your hand, brothers!"

Of course, no one responded to him.

"The queen and the eggs have all been properly placed in the designated area. "The staff finally reported a piece of good news.

"My father, Amunla, will provide divine power to open the gates of the realm through the magical web woven by His Majesty Mystra. Jane said, "The King of the Dead will guide the souls of the Travelers to ensure that they are not lost in the chaos of energy and can reach a safe place. ”

"Yes. Miss Morrill. The goddess of magic replied, "The Lord of Glory has done a lot for this. He even sent three daughters in order to deliver maximum power. We can send the people of the city to the Unrestrained Wilderness, and the Star Queen has agreed to take them in, thanks to Chloe for convincing her mother - oh, almost forgot, she asked me to say hello to you on her behalf. ”

"But we don't have any capital to waste. Jane continued, "As soon as the gods break through the defenses, we will immediately seal the city. They must not be allowed to enter the multiverse. Moriel, if the situation is different. You will be punished with the most severe punishment for such dangerous acts. ”

"Try it, little policewomen. The light from the surveillance eye shone on the person's face, and it was as red as blood: "Sue you, I am not the original jojo, I am now."

Morrill "bell" knocked the surveillance eye aside.

She was right. Once the teleportation channel is established, the gods will be traced immediately. Start attacking. We're all up to you. ”

"Of course. The surveillance eye hovered upwards and retracted: "There has never been a savior, and it does not depend on the immortal emperor, it is all up to us to create the happiness of mankind!"

The gods are attacking faster than expected. The Goddess of Magic had just launched the web, and the light of Amun Radi had not yet had time to descend on the heads of the three paladin girls along the invisible bridge of energy. And so they begin.

The wind blew from the depths of the moor at the edge of the city, the bitter chill swirled with the air currents, the hail from the wind crackled on the windows, and the indoor temperature seemed to be slowly dropping. The sky became dark and blurred, and a few clouds of thick ink gradually soaked and dissolved, like rain clouds that had suddenly accumulated in summer.

That's not a cloud. Morriel watched quietly, and despite the distance, the sensory nerves still transmitted a strong feeling of nausea to her brain, as if she was soaking in the filthy corpse water. Kung Fu in the blink of an eye. The wriggling darkness was already overwhelming—the wind was stronger, and the poisonous clouds that had covered the sky were torn to pieces.

A minute or two later, a few dots of light appeared in the boundless black tide. Pale and cold, like a thin starlight on a winter night. Nor were they stars—the light shrouded and shrank, each surrounded by countless pinprick-like dots of light, white but not at all clean—as unclean as a foul-smelling shroud, or as swollen and swollen as a bloodless drowned corpse. Morrill concentrated, looking into the depths of one of the auras. The sight she caught caught made her heart beat wildly. Stomach tightness.

"Atrophy. "Death came to the mage at some point, and this was the first time she heard his voice. Calm and firm.

"Death is not the end, but the beginning, nor is it punishment, but an indispensable necessity of life, a link that completes the life cycle. Sadly, however, many times even the most high gods refuse to face this. Humans crawl out of their graves and continue to exist as undead, while the resurrected bodies of the dead gods become shrunken. Their sole purpose is to kill the one they see...... Whatever you do, time is running out. ”

A bean-sized drop of slime hit the window, splattering onto the semi-arc tempered glass, followed by a few drops. The trail of the flow took on an eerie purple color, like the foul pus that came out of a festering cyst. Something flew out of the light, like a bird but not a bird, each one very large—the once glorious and holy feathers had long since fallen off, the remaining withered muscles wrapped around the jagged and misplaced bones, and the stiff, blackened wings flapped the air, casting a frenzied shadow over the earth. Morriel saw them pass by, and the storm came swiftly with raindrops, as if the sky was being driven to scream and go crazy because of their presence.

Morrill had no doubt about the malice of these never-before-seen undead creatures. She gripped the staffs and watched them calmly, as if a king, besieged by enemy troops, had unconditional trust that his forbidden army could turn things around.

Without warning, Forty-Seven attacked. A brilliant flash of light entered her eyes, leaving a grim trail on the retina. The female mage immediately adjusted the range of her vision, otherwise she would soon be blinded by the cannon fire. Hundreds of tongues of fire erupted simultaneously on the outer edge of the steel city, and it took a while for the terrible sound of explosions to reach her ears, and then it never stopped. The barrage danced staggered, forming a web of death that easily captured the birds, and pieces of flesh splashed along with the flames. The rain evaporated into a purple mist, which was immediately blown away without a trace. More weapons systems were activated, and this time even Morrill could see the monstrous cannons peeking out from between the domes - the blast wind even formed a clear spherical cavity around the muzzle, and the fire cloud rolled in it and then exploded in all directions, looking down on a metal meadow of flowers.

On the other side of the barren land, the darkness was torn apart again and again.

On one side are corpses, and on the other side are steel. Since ancient times, these two things have been all that can be left over from the battlefields of the world. Now, they all have their own wills, and they are alive to start a fight that death cannot stop - to start a war without honor or humanity.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut Forty-seventh round battlewithouthonorhumanity address is.