Chapter 691

Margaret III was so powerful that she completely destroyed a wave of abyss creatures.

Moreover, with Hydra's instinctive talent, Margaret III didn't leave any dross to the abyss consciousness. This guy sent a wave of hundreds of millions of abyss creatures, but he couldn't build another blood sacrifice magic array.

The clouds rolled up in the sky.

The torrential rain roared down again.

In the direction of port Tulun, the fire on the gate of the abyss was as motionless as a frozen glacier.

That pair of huge blood colored eyes were staring at Margaret III, who was floating in the air with a sharp smile.

For a moment, no abyss creature came out of the abyss gate.

Marguerite III's breath is soaring... She has devoured hundreds of millions of abyssal creatures, and the benefits she has gained are enormous.

He has just been promoted successfully for less than half a day, but his strength has reached the critical point of the next transformation.

If the abyss consciousness launches another attack at this time... Isn't it a tonic for Margaret III?

Strong as the abyss consciousness, can't do such a stupid thing.

Marguerite III grinned for a quarter of an hour until he saw that there was no more creature in the abyss gate. Then he waved to Joe, who was standing by and applauding: "Oh, oh, Joe, you see, to solve the problem, you have to do it yourself."

"There's no problem, it can't be solved in one bite... If there is, then two!"

Margaret III was on top of herself.

In the history of the royal family of the Durham Empire, there has never been such a thing as to promote the divine realm in a completely sober and self-conscious manner!

In the past, there were many royal ancestors who had reached the peak of demigod and tried to take that step.

But because of the confusion of consciousness, the split of spirit, and some inexplicable external reasons, they were completely annihilated at the last moment of their promotion breakthrough.

Marguerite III is the only one who has successfully entered into the divine realm since the founding of the dren empire.

So you can imagine his Thur!

Joe is smiling with Marguerite III's side, loudly touting the great and extraordinary grandmother.

The torrential rain has smashed down again, and this time in the rainstorm, also mixed with the thumb size hail.

It's bluish blue. It's stronger than a lead bullet. It's cold and the temperature is so low that it's falling down.

Joe caught a hail, and his face became more and more gloomy.

The hail was more powerful than the old-fashioned muskets.

This kind of hail will kill people if it hits people!

With the continuation of natural disasters, the lethality of these rainstorms and hailstones will be greater and greater.

The strength of the soldiers on the front line is also increasing. They have the protection of blockhouses and bunkers, and they have the protection of helmets and armor. These hailstones will not cause large-scale casualties to the soldiers for the time being.

But ordinary people encounter this kind of hail

It will be a terrible massacre!

Fortunately, the imperial people in the natural disaster area have moved to the northern provinces actively or passively... But the natural disaster area is also expanding

"Your Majesty, can you... Kill those wanton gods?" Joe looked at Margaret III very seriously.

Promoted to a God, Margaret III, with the power of Hydra, those ordinary abyss creatures can no longer cause too much trouble... As he said, it's just a matter of one bite or two.

Abyss consciousness... Without these abyss creatures and the sacrifice of blood sacrifice, he can't cause more trouble for a while.

But the gods who return from the void

The natural disaster caused by their divine war

This is the greatest crisis of all medland's creatures today!

Margaret III's appearance has been restored to the perfect level of sixteen, seventy-eight years old because of her successful promotion to the divine realm.

His beautiful face showed a trace of embarrassment.

He glanced at Joe and muttered: "Damn, don't ask such expensive questions when I'm in a good mood... Those old things who come back from the void..."

Marguerite III's pupils became vertical, broken gold.

He looked at the West deeply and shook his head gently: "they... Are closer to the origin of the world... Or they are the parts of the origin of the world... I may be able to defeat them in a frontal battle."

After pondering for a moment, Margaret III sighed: "but I can't destroy them, just as I can't destroy the whole medland."

"As time goes by, their power is rapidly recovering... And I, in the final analysis, am just a new God promoted from a mortal body!"

Joe's face drooped.

In other words, Margaret III couldn't completely solve these old guys.

And these guys are rapidly recovering.

This means that their strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the damage they cause, whether intentional or unintentional, will cause great damage to medland.

The earth trembled a little.

Joe and Margaret III looked south at the same time.

Off the coast of port Toulon, in the center of the island, a huge mountain exploded.

This mountain, which was originally ordinary, has accumulated a huge amount of magma and energy underground. At this moment, the whole mountain exploded, and there was a big magma pit with a diameter of more than 30 Li, which was continuously gushing high-temperature magma.

Even if it rained heavily, the magma ignited the vegetation on the island.

The fire on the ground is blazing, the wind and rain in the sky

The power of water and fire impact each other, countless thunderbolts swim in the air, making a dull loud noise.

Margaret III raised her eyebrows and said, "ha!" with a smile, "well, we don't have to worry about the rebellion of the indigenous people of jiaxijia in the future... They are dead!"

Joe spread out his hands, helplessly looking at the water and fire submerged in the island of California.

"Poor prince Roth, her family fiefdom, is dead!" Joe murmured: "fortunately, when the Empire counterattacked, the fleet brought all the garrison troops back to the port of Tulun... Otherwise, the loss this time..."

Marguerite III nodded slowly: "if the garrison of jiaxijia is still on the island at the moment... The pension will be enough for my headache... But now, those restless aborigines... Ho ho!"

Marguerite III stood still in the middle of the air, and had no intention of going to the rescue.

Joe turned his back and looked at the natural disaster ravaged island of jiaxijia in the distance. After thinking about the love and hatred between him and the Aboriginal families in port Tulun since childhood, he put away a little bit of intolerance.

A human figure broke through the rain and approached quickly.

"Your Majesty, your majesty has something important to discuss with your highness."

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