Chapter 83

"boom……"

In the rain, the god of rain, as huge as a mountain, fell to the ground. The pushed water sprayed down the house, and the area pressed by him turned into powder, billowing smoke and dust rose up, and because of the torrential rain, he could only linger on the ground nearby.

In front of the "God"'s corpse, it was like a bright elf riding on a griffin in the raging white flames. The long sword in his hand was pointing obliquely at the ground, shining with sharp light, and his figure was heroic and unstoppable.

After the bloated and majestic divine body fell down, half of it turned into water vapor and half into lightning.

Water vapor collapsed downwards into torrents, and lightning surged upward into the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, the God of Rain, who was still mobilizing his own domain just now, bringing thunder and disasters with such arrogance, and making the Truth Society and the Tower of Secret Rituals stand ready, was completely annihilated and turned into ether, and returned to the dreamland of nothingness.

"Wow..."

The torrent rushing towards the griffin automatically parted to both sides, and the water under the eagle's claws reflected the handsome face of the elf.

Against the backdrop of the dark and dark surroundings and the mythical scene of God's Fall, the elves radiated dazzling brilliance like a dazzling sun, shocking everyone present.

The people in the Secret Ritual Tower just woke up like a dream.

"Uh, section chief... what should we do now? Should we continue?"

The voice of the leader of the first group, Arnold, came from the communicator, his tone seemed stagnant and hesitant, and he swallowed vaguely.

Winston stared at the elf closely, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is on standby, act according to the original arrangement, maintain vigilance and fighting status, contact the Truth Society, and analyze the origin of this guy."

"yes!"

Winston ended the call and drew his sword.

The battle is not over.

In other words, this guy who appeared out of nowhere was the greatest danger at the moment.

Judging from the picture just now, this guy is very likely to be a creature that came out of a dream.

The people present were all elites among the extraordinary, and they knew more or less the myths and legends of the ancient kingdom that were only circulated among the extraordinary.

The reason why this visually intense picture is so powerful is because of the powerful power displayed by the elves on the one hand, and on the other hand, this picture is simply the reappearance of the myth of that ancient country!

The king of the moon elves named Candela, the man who looks directly at the gods, the source of the great plague.

He once raised a flame in the dark to open up a land of light for his subjects. Although the ending of this legend ended in tragedy, the heroic and fearless spirit is commendable.

But everyone knows that the elf king named Candela can never be resurrected. He committed suicide with his own sword ten thousand years ago, and his soul wrapped around the sword with resentment and turned into a curse.

And that sword also became the famous magic sword, killing every generation of its master.

Since Kendela has not been resurrected, there is only one possibility—someone has awakened this ancient heroic spirit.

Winston's pupils constricted suddenly, that magic sword! By the way, that magic sword should be in Joseph's hands!

He took out the communicator: "Joseph! You..."

But before he even started to ask, the person on the other side was already speechless: "Winston, calm down, I saw—"

"I'm already on the battlefield."

Joseph, who came in a hurry, was standing on the ruins of one of the buildings, holding a communication device, looking at the fabulous picture in the distance, with shock remaining in his eyes.

Although he thought that the bookstore would definitely make a move, he didn't expect it to be such a big deal.

He took a deep breath and said: "The magic sword was handed over just a few days ago, and the decision was made directly through the elders' seat. You don't have to doubt that it is indeed Candela who has said in my mind for more than ten years. I know him very well."

Winston grasped the key words in surprise and said, "Transfer? To whom?!"

"Level I file No. 114, the owner of No. 113, Lin Jie, Boss Lin."

"...The owner of the bookstore?"

"So as I said just now, don't be so nervous."

"call……"

Winston let out a long breath, and said again: "And now? Do you know what he will do next? How...how did he summon the Elf King? Wait, what is he going to do?"

In the still-dissipated lightning and thundercloud, the rift in the dream hadn't closed yet, and the griffin beneath the elf suddenly spread its wings and screamed in a different direction. The elf raised his sword in one direction, the blade and eyes Just as sharp.

The adjutant yelled sharply: "Star Destroyer!"

Star Destroyer!

"What?!" Winston raised his head sharply, a glare of light lit up in the darkness in the distance: "Will the truth be cancelled?!"

...

It is true that the Truth Society originally planned to temporarily cancel the attack and observe it first, but at the moment the full authority of the arsenal is still in the hands of the vice president Andrew.

"Fire me—that guy came out of the dream, that's a dream beast! The struggle between dream beasts and dream beasts is not just, it's just the weak and the strong within them, understand? This one is stronger than just now Danger exists, why are you still hesitating?"

While refuting the opponents, Andrew threw out the analysis form in his hand, proving that the elf knight on the griffin was a genuine dream creature, and at the same time gave the order to continue firing the Star Destroyer Cannon.

The Star Destroyer Cannon, which had just suspended charging, resumed and was fully ready a few minutes later, aiming at the elf in sight.

"Boom—"

The huge ether energy converged into a beam of light, carrying the breath of destruction, and arrived at the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

The elf raised his long sword, clanging his armor, frowning and looking into the distance, he said in a voice that only he could hear in surprise: "There is still a second stage? Or is it a summoned mob? Forget it, let's cut it together."

If you say cut it, cut it.

Holding the long sword in his hand, the Elf King drove the griffin soaring up. The sword light was as blazing as fire, split everything from top to bottom, and collided with the ether star destroyer.

"——!!!"

The fire and the light collided, and the high-energy ether formed a spherical force field, and large pieces of the ground were shattered and swallowed by the white light.

A dazzling white light shot up into the sky and shot into the pitch-black thundercloud vortex. A large amount of rainwater and clouds were evaporated, and the air was emptied, forming a whole vacuum area.

...

The clouds were broken, revealing a glare of light.

"The rain has stopped."

A mechanical researcher in work clothes was climbing a ladder, and when he saw the sky light in the distance, he said something to the person next to him.

This is a city within a city located between the upper city and the lower city, called "Mechanical Reincarnation", an area specially opened for the research of the Truth Society.

The entire city sank to the center of the upper city, with a complex structure like an ant's nest, in which countless factories and laboratories were arranged.

The researcher next to him with a stack of materials in his hand didn't even look up: "Even if the sky falls, it's none of our business. Do your own tasks first."

"That's what it says..."

"Beep beep."

The researcher who climbed the ladder took out the communicator, and his face changed: "Something went wrong, the factory of the 'Mud Tire Project' reported an attack."