As night falls, the wind and snow lessen.
Looking south, the bonfires at the Orc station were burning and extinguishing under the Blood Moon, and they were densely packed, extending all the way to the depths of the shadow of the Redridge Mountain cliff. Looking back to the north, the silvery-white array of Nausir continued to advance, cold and silent.
Red Iron Dragon withdrew his gaze, hovered and landed on a low ridge.
At the same time.
A slender figure stepped on the snowy slope, walked up the ridge against the moonlight, and walked towards him.
The steps were light and the snow covered the uppers of the boots but made no sound.
Red Iron Dragon narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his eyes.
A young-looking female Elf was reflected in his field of vision.
She is tall and slender, wearing a moon-white floor-length robe. The surface of the robe is embroidered with silver threads with patterns of the moon phases, including the new moon, first quarter, full moon, and last quarter. It is gorgeous but not ostentatious.
Her long hair is golden, without any hair accessories, and just hangs naturally behind her shoulders.
Her face is extremely beautiful, her bones are high but not obtrusive, her jaw line is soft but still sharp. The most eye-catching features are her eyes, with pale silver irises that seem to hide two miniature full moons, reflecting the wind and snow in the sky and Blood Moon.
Yise Zeya.
The queen of the Nausir Empire.
She walked up to the giant dragon, raised her head slightly, and her eyes reflected the huge figure of the dark black dragon.
"Red Emperor Pale Star, Garos·Ignas."
She said, her voice still clear in the howling of the wind and snow. "When your flame was burning in the wilderness, I saw it from the top of Moon Tower, like the forge of the gods dumped on the earth, which made people unable to take their eyes away."
She paused, her light silver eyes filled with appreciation.
"I've heard many legends about you."
"They say you are an emperor rising from the ashes, a claw tearing apart the storm, and someone who cannot even be bound by fate Frenzied Flame. I saw it with my own eyes today - those legends still seem to underestimate you."
Elf's words of praise are as beautiful as ever.
Red Iron Dragon bowed his head slightly, and the hot breath exhaled from the dragon's kiss condensed into white mist in the snow curtain.
"Voice of Moonbathing, Proxy of Elven Moon."
His voice was low and he said, "Your Majesty's name is widely spread even in Atlant. Seeing it today is more impressive than the rumors, like the bright moon and clear springs in the snow-capped mountains."
When Garos said this, he adapted to Elf's speaking style that pays attention to metaphors and images.
In fact, he knew in his heart that the queen in front of him was not Immortal One, not even Destiny Rank, but just a Crown-Rank Legendary, and compared with other Legendary Realm at the same level, she was still very young.
But that's not important.
The emperor of the Holden Empire is not Immortal One either.
In many empires, Immortal One is positioned closer to a living monument and patron saint, while the king is a symbol of royal power, and both have their own ways.
Elf Queen raised the corners of his lips slightly, accepting this reply.
She looked at Garos and continued, "I came here in the snow this time because I wanted to see with my own eyes the Aura Emperor who defeated Bloodskull Legion with Power of One Dragon."
"Your battle records have spread to every military council in Nausir."
Garos nodded lightly. "I'm very happy to get Nausir's attention."
He paused and changed the topic slightly, "But--the Queen is personally marching on the battlefield. For Nausir, has this war reached a point where the Emperor of the Empire needs to personally set foot on the front line?"
Yise Zeya shook his head slightly, and his hair fluttered accordingly.
"My soldiers are bleeding on the front line. If I stay safely in Moon Tower, I am not worthy to be their queen."
She turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of Cantum's station, "What I can do is walk through every square before the battle to let the Nausir warriors know that their queen is not hiding behind the shield wall and will face the storm with them."
As she said that, she turned her gaze back.
"It's a morale booster."
"As for the outcome of the war--it is not something I can influence."
The dragon nodded.
"Yes."
"The outcome of this war mainly depends on the outcome of the confrontation between the Saint Realm and Immortal Realm. Beyond this, there are even higher variables."
He paused, and dark red light patterns flickered between the gaps in his scales.
"However, Saint Realm still has support behind him."
"Beast of Valor, who Cantum believes in, may turn his attention here at any time. I want to know, does Immortal One, who is Nausir, have such support behind him?"
Garos is blunt.
He knew in his heart that Elf gods were never kind.
According to the story records in the inheritance, Beast of Valor, whom Kantum Empire believes in, has his father god, the one-eyed War God, who hates Shura and never sleeps. One of his eyes was blinded by the main god Elf in a battle between gods.
Elf Queen was silent for a few breaths.
The light shimmered slightly in the light silver eyes.
Then she shook her head.
"No."
"Nausir respects the gods, but never believes in them. We praise the glory of Moon Goddess, but we do not kneel down."
"Elf's life is long enough, just like Dragonkin's, to see clearly what the relationship between Deity and us is. Therefore, we do not pray for Deity's mercy, nor do we rely on Deity's gifts."
She raised her chin slightly, "In other words, no real Material Plane empire would choose to believe in Deity."
"This is the pride of the empire."
Material Plane Empire----
Red Iron Dragon is thoughtful.
When he was at Fey Wilds, he talked with the Legendary Realm Spellcaster from another Material Plane, and had some knowledge of the empire named Netheril.
That empire respects Spellcaster.
Those who have the talent to cast spells are superior to others, and those who don't have it are simply not treated as human beings.
They admire Goddess of Magic, but do not believe in it.
This is similar to Nausir.
Holden Empire is similar. They admire Lord of Dawn and even have a state religion, but the empire's top officials also lack true belief in Deity.
As for Cantum----
It's not really an empire per se.
It is a giant beast with faith as its flesh and blood, Beast of Valor is its soul, Saint Realm is its skeleton, and the Legion is its minions.
To put it more bluntly, they are a tribal alliance composed of believers.
Gathered by divine power, not imperial power or order.
"I also admire you Dragon God."
Red Iron Dragon said with a faint tone, "At this point, we have something in common."
Elf Queen tapped his chin and did not continue the topic.
Her eyes stayed on the dark black scales of Red Iron Dragon for a moment, and then she leaned forward slightly.
"I took the liberty to come here today, firstly, to express my respect. Secondly, it is selfish. I want to see the style of Red Emperor Pale Star with my own eyes. Now I have seen it."
She straightened up, and the silver moon phase on the hem of her robe reflected the light.
"I look forward to you continuing to write your own epic on the next stage and creating a more unforgettable picture than before. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, she turned around and walked down the snow slope.
The steps were still light, leaving a series of very shallow footprints. But soon, the newly fallen snow filled up those marks.
Garos watched Elf Queen's back disappear into the wind and snow.
After retracting his gaze, the giant dragon lay low on the ridge, letting the snowflakes fall to cover his scales, coating him with a layer of silver. This time, the snowflakes around him did not melt.
Red Iron Dragon Closed his eyes slightly and quietly felt the strong and burning energy in his body.
He has become more and more proficient in controlling this power, and has been able to control the heat leakage well without affecting the surrounding environment.
In the blink of an eye, time has arrived ten days later.
The wind and snow got worse.
At the same time, the entire wheel of Blood Moon hangs in the sky.
The moonlight was as thick as liquid, pouring on the earth, penetrating the curtain of wind and snow, and soaking the sky and the earth into a dark ocher red.
Nausir's legion also completed its final assembly this night.
The silver array is no longer a line.
It is like a vast ocean, spreading from the low hills in the north to the border of Southern Foothills Plain. Each square formation is a silver surge, frozen in the moment about to be photographed.
Elf The warriors looked solemn, with countless pairs of pupils reflecting the same direction.
The army is solemn and Legendary Realm stands in great numbers.
High in the sky in front of all the square formations are the Destiny Ranks of Nausir.
Among them is Garos, the great knight of the Sun, Talamond.
His big sword has been unsheathed, and the sword is dancing with flames, burning into a sudden golden white under Blood Moon. Next to it is Elarian, and Moonweeping Longbow is carried behind him, with his eyes as sharp as lightning.
In addition to them, there are Destiny Rank from other war zones, who are now gathered together.
Counting Talamond and Elarian, there are six in total.
Red Iron Dragon was hovering and soaring in the airspace on the other side, his eyes sweeping over the six Destiny Ranks of Nausir, and writing down their faces one by one.
At the same time, several Destiny Rank's eyes came over and fell on him.
The night is getting darker.
The wind and snow became more rapid.
But it's not like goose-feather snow, it's more like graupel grains as fine as bone fragments, blown by the wind and hitting the armor, making a rustling sound.
The chilling air was solid, pressing on every inch of snow.
Red Iron Dragon raised its huge head.
High in the sky, there are two auras as prominent as the scorching sun.
Even through the wind, snow and darkness, one could clearly feel the pressure rolling in, and even Legendary Realm couldn't help but feel heart palpitations.
It is Immortal One.
The giant dragon wearing dark scales looked intently, but still couldn't see clearly.
The two figures were blocked by circles of radiating light, and only two vague humanoid silhouettes could be seen standing among them, silently.
At this moment, directly in front of the Nausir military formation, a slender figure walked out of the moonlight.
Elf Queen, Yise Zeya.
She changed out of her floor-length robe and wore a silver-white light armor with patterns of laurel branches and stars embossed on the armor. Her long golden hair was tied into a high ponytail, and a slender scabbard hung diagonally at her waist.
She did not fly high into the sky and stood at the forefront of the military formation.
Behind him are six Destiny Ranks, and behind them are numerous Legendary Realms, and behind them are countless silvery white oceans.
Yise Zeya's eyes swept over every square array in front of him, from east to west, from the first row to the last row. Under the Queen's gaze, the soldiers straightened their backs unconsciously.
She raised her head slightly and opened her lips slightly.
"Silver people."
"You stand here tonight, not because I summoned you, not because the empire's decree summoned you, but because behind you there are forests, cities, mothers and young sons, and the land you watered with your blood and sweat."
She paused and glanced at the young faces.
"Cantum's Orc thought that we would shrink back, that we would be afraid of sacrifice."
"But they forget that every inch of our Nausir land is filled with the blood of our compatriots. They forget that the Nausir moon was never prayed for while kneeling. It was carved into the sky inch by inch while standing, with spears, bowstrings, bones and blood."
Her voice rose every time, and then gradually calmed down.
"If we fall here today, it's not the end. We just went to a quiet place in advance to wait, and sleep in tranquility until the empire needs us to wake up again."
"So, have no fear and remember why you are standing here."
"In the name of Nausir, in the name of all those who cannot see today, move forward! Wherever the moonlight shines, it is Nausir."
Then, the silvery white ocean began to move, rushing southward.
The combat boots shattered the snow, making a dull sound that mixed with the sound of the wind and spread far and wide.
Red Iron Dragon was hovering high in the sky, overlooking this moving army.
He could feel that these Elf were determined to win.
Not only because their morale is high, but also because they know that even if they die in battle, it is not the end.
Nausir Empire has a holy land named Moon Pool, which is similar to Aura Sanctum. It can water the souls of the dead in battle and bring them back to life. The effect is even more powerful than Sanctum.
Of course, there are costs and there are many restrictions.
But no matter what, the existence of Moon Pool gives these Elf warriors one less layer of scruples, and they can fight without fear of death.
At the same time, Elf Queen flew back to the front of the array, juxtaposed with Destiny Rank.
She is obviously not strong enough to fight side by side with the Destiny Ranks, but she still puts her place here.
Blood Moon slowly moves towards the sky.
After a while.
At the most intense moonlight moment, Nausir Legion officially set foot on Southern Foothills Plain.
Across the vast open space, on the opposite side, Orc's military formation was pouring out of the night. The dark green waves and dark green battle flags presented a dark darkness under Blood Moon.
Their roars were carried by the wind.
Heavy, chaotic, and full of raw ferocity.
The war drums sounded, and the thunderous rhythm hit the ground, making the snow rustle.
Then, countless Orc brandished rough ax blades and heavy hammers, roaring towards Nausir's silver front like a debris flow bursting from a dam.
The first thing to greet them was Dragonflame pouring down from high altitude.
Red Iron Dragon is wearing dark scales and has three towering heads.
A world-destroying fire surged out from between the wide muzzle, rushing towards the Cantum legion, igniting the sky.
Facing this Dragonflame, which is like a punishment from heaven, the Orc army continues to advance.
They didn't back down.
Orc The people chanted prayers, and their voices converged into a low hum.
Faith, morale, and fighting spirit—all of these were brought together to form an unprecedentedly powerful military formation, which could withstand the dragon's breath.
The photomask continued to tremble and deform under the burning of Dragonflame, but it did not break.
Just like this, Orc and Dragon Breath charged forward step by step.
At the same time, remote attacks from the Nausir Legion also began to fall.
Countless arrows and long-range spells streaked across the sky like meteors, tearing through the wind and snow, and bombarded the Cantum military formation one after another.
The Totem Pillar embedded in the array began to tremble.
However, there was no cracking.
This time Cantum's army was extremely large in scale, and the intensity of the military formation was far greater than before, and it seemed to be mixed with other things. Under the constant bombardment, the mask continued to dent and deform, gradually dimming, but it never collapsed.
Orcs prayed and roared.
Their charging speed was getting faster and faster, and the battle flag was stretched straight in the strong wind caused by the charging.
On the opposite side, Nausir's front suddenly stopped.
The warriors were as powerful as a rainbow, their bodies lit up with silvery white light, and they received an increase in their own military formation.
At the same time, the Elf spearman in the front row pointed the moon-patterned spear diagonally towards the south, with the tail of the spear pressed against the ground, forming a line of steel thorns. The silver spear tips were densely packed like a forest, forming a wave of cold light under Blood Moon.
Then, the dark green wave of Orc hit.
Rumble.
It's like waves crashing onto a rock.
Orc in the first row rushed too fast and was directly penetrated by a spear in the chest. Red blood flowed back along the spear shaft and stained the gloves of the spearman Elf. However, Orc in the back stepped on the corpse of his companion and continued forward, bending the spear array with his weight and brute force.
Click, click.
Some spear shafts could not bear the weight and broke.
Orc took the opportunity to rush into the gap, and used a tomahawk and a heavy hammer to engage in close combat with Elf in the first row.
At this time, the sound of bowstrings in the back row rang.
The trembling sound of the bow strings converged into a hum, and the arrows flew high into the sky, turning into a silvery-white rain curtain under the reflection of Blood Moon. Then they turned around and plunged into the dense formation of Orc at an almost vertical angle.
When fighting in close combat, the power of the military formation is mainly focused on strengthening the soldiers' close combat capabilities.
The protection against remote attacks has become weaker.
Every time a wave of arrow rain fell, a collapse appeared in the dark green wave. Orc behind it fell like harvested wheat. The arrows penetrated the leather armor, nailed into the flesh and blood, and dyed the earth dark red.
At the same time, the crisp sound of horse hooves came from both wings.
Elf cavalry came out from the flank.
They did not attack Orc's front line head-on. They were like sharp silver sickles, cutting in at high speed against the edge of the battlefield.
The war horse raised its mane in the wind and snow. The Elf knight on the horse was wearing light armor and holding a crescent-shaped long knife. Every time it passed by, it brought up a cloud of blood mist, and then quickly broke away without fighting or giving the opponent a chance to counterattack.
Orc's flanks were repeatedly cut and torn, and the formation began to become chaotic.
The situation became clear at the moment of contact.
Orc's casualties are rising sharply.
Corpses piled up in a mountain in front of the silver front. Orc behind them had to step on these still warm corpses to continue charging, and then were pierced by more spears and nailed to death by more arrows.
But they didn't back down.
Orc is not a race that will collapse due to casualties.
When the companions in front fall, those behind will step over their bodies; when the commander dies, the soldiers next to him will spontaneously fill the vacancy.
They suffered multiple casualties in exchange for the possibility of opening a gap in the Elf military formation.
At the same time.
Right above where the legions were fighting, the battlefield at the Legendary Realm level had already begun.
Spellcaster are in the rear, headed by our own Legendary Realm.
Their staffs were raised high, and while maintaining the military formation, they weaved magic barriers in the wind and snow.
Ice walls, earth barriers, and wind shields rose alternately to block the chaotic spells thrown by Orc Shaman. At the same time, flames, lightning, and storms poured out from their fingertips and fell into the densest gathering area of Orc.
Most of these spells were intercepted by the Shamans.
However, Elf Spellcaster has more numbers and is more professional. There are still some spells that break through or bypass the protection of Shaman warlocks. Every time they fall, a grand bloom explodes in the Orc formation.
In the past, the confrontation between spells was the highlight of legion combat.
However, this time, these spell duels can only be regarded as foils.
Just because there is a Red Iron Dragon.
He hovered high in the sky, and the place where he was instantly became the center of the entire legion and even the Legendary Realm battlefield.
Although he failed to defeat Orc's military formation at the long-range stage this time, and after a close encounter, he had to worry about the casualties of the allies and could not breathe into the combat area at will. Even so, he was still the center.
Red Iron Dragon looked down at Southern Foothills Plain, and the dark black dragon body was reflected in red by the light of Blood Moon.
He took a deep breath.
Sun-like light bloomed from his chest, and the surrounding air was instantly heated to the point of distortion. The snowflakes near him directly sublimated from the solid state into water vapor, without even having time to transition to the liquid state.
Then, the three heads were raised alternately.
Phew!
The first Dragon Breath sprayed out from the left side.
The straight columnar torrent cut through the wind and snow and cut diagonally into the flank of the Orc array, where a group of cavalry were about to launch a charge.
Wherever Dragon Breath passed, deep and wide lava ravines were carved out of the ground.
The Orc inside the ravine instantly vaporized, leaving no bones behind, only dark red embers flowing slowly along the edge of the ravine.
Phew!
The second line of Dragon Breath followed closely from the right, blocking the reinforcement route that Orc tried to fill the gap.
The flames hit those Orc who were trying to go around, burning them to ashes along with the battle flag.
The Lord's breath is even more deadly.
It swept across the Orc elite who were trying to reorganize the shield array. Wherever it swept, the shields melted and flesh evaporated, leaving only dark red embers on the ground.
The dragon's breath was almost continuous.
He exists like a Evocation Destiny Rank with no forward motion and unlimited mana. Three Dragon Breath sweep across each other, and countless lava gullies crisscross, forming a burning grid in the Orc legion.
Digital Destiny War Chieftain rushed towards him from different directions at the same time.
Some attacked head-on, while others took detours from the flanks, all trying to interrupt his breath.
However, the Legendary Realms of Nausir are not idle either.
They don't mind being upstaged by foreign players.
There is only life and death on the battlefield, no face.
Therefore, they built a tight inner circle of defense around Red Iron Dragon.
Not to mention that Red Iron Dragon himself is not a crispy Spellcaster. Even if he is approached, it will not cause any harm. His scales and claws are not decorations, but the Elf Legendary Realms still dutifully guard the periphery to buy more time for the dragon to breathe.
It is not easy to break through this line of defense.
While every Orc Legendary Realm is trying to break through the blockade, they must also muster all their energy and be alert at all times to the giant dragon hovering high in the sky.
Because once hit by that Dragon Breath, even Destiny War Chieftain cannot escape death.
At this time, the dragon's main head stopped breathing.
"Close to me."
"Press all Orc towards the center."
As he spoke, he began to adjust the angle of Dragon Breath, starting from the center of the battlefield and drawing a circle outwards, surrounding the Orc square array with lava ravines. Every time Dragon Breath swept over, the burning circle shrank by one circle.
Orc was compressed, driven, and herded together, losing the space to move.
Every level of the battlefield is tilting towards Nausir.
And in a higher place.
Above the sky.
Blood red, jet black, silver--all kinds of lights shine, covering the entire sky.
Red Tide Saint, Gnawbone Saint, and Nausir's two Immortal Realms have already started a fierce battle.
The sky was torn apart again and again, revealing the dark sky behind.
Their speed was so fast that when the Legendary Realms looked up, they could only barely see a few blurry figures colliding with each other. Each collision would emit shock waves and light that would eclipse the sky and the earth.
At the same time, Blood Moon is changing.
The bloody disk hanging in the sky, which originally only shrouded the entire battlefield in a bright red halo, began to lose its light at this moment.
The red light that filled the surrounding areas was pulled away by some invisible force and converged towards the sky above the battlefield.
It is everywhere and cannot be avoided.
Ordinary Orc, including Legendary Realm, have no obvious feeling under the moonlight.
However, the two Cantum Saint Realm seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.
The moonlight fell on them, and their sanctuary was constantly weakened and compressed. All actions, whether offensive or defensive, required several times the usual effort.
Nausir's Moon.
The most important weapon of the empire.
Under its illumination, Saint Realms are powerless.
The injuries on their bodies gradually increased and their pace began to slow down. Nausir and Immortal One became more and more courageous as they fought, gaining the upper hand step by step.
Time passes by in iron and blood.
On the three levels of the battlefield, Nausir has an overall advantage.
On the earth.
Orc was cut, surrounded, and worn away, died under Dragon Breath, died under spears and arrows.
The silver-white legion advanced steadily, pushing the battle line southward inch by inch, stepping on the mud mixed with blood and snow.
Legendary Realm On the battlefield.
Dark Red Iron Dragon's breathing seems to be endless. Under the outpouring of his Dragon Breath, the lives of Orc soldiers are like grass and it is difficult for the Legendary Realm units to get close.
During this period, one Destiny War Chieftain burned his life and paid a heavy price, finally breaking through the blockade of Elf and approaching the dragon.
Covered in blood, he held his battle ax high, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the fire-breathing beast.
Then he waited for the dragon's claws.
Red Iron Dragon didn't dodge, or even stop breathing. He just continued to breathe Dragonflame with his main head, while extending his right claw.
Dragon Aura Bomb condensed, compressed, and expanded between his claws, and then he shook it toward Orc like a ball.
The war chief flew out upside down, covered in blood, and crashed into the encirclement of Elf Legendary Realm again.
Facing such a terrifying dragon that can unleash destruction from a distance and cannot be underestimated in close combat, the Orc Legendary Realms really have no choice.
At the very top, on the level above Legendary Realm, the two Cantum Saint Realm, under the light of Blood Moon, are always at a disadvantage by Nausir's Immortal One.
Victory seemed only a matter of time.
As time went by, the moonlight became more intense, and the bloody moonlight poured down, reflecting the entire battlefield like a pool of blood.
Unknowingly, the brilliance of Blood Moon reached its extreme.
The rays of light that were originally scattered all over the battlefield began to gather together, as if being pulled by some invisible force, and gathered in one place.
They further compressed and solidified, and finally turned into a huge chain.
The chain appeared instantly and wrapped tightly around Red Tide Saint, passing through his neck, arms, chest and abdomen, binding him into a twisted posture.
Red Tide Saint made a muffled groan.
Under the skin covered with war lines, veins popped out, and the muscles twisted like living snakes, trying to break free from the chains.
At the same time, more rays of light fell from the sky, solidifying layer by layer, like amber wrapping the struggling prey, and like blood-colored gems, sealing Red Tide Saint and the chain inside.
Click click click.
The gem began to shake violently, cracks emerged from it, spreading from the center to the edges, and fine chips continued to peel off.
Obviously, it cannot trap a real Saint Realm for too long.
At the same time, Blood Moon mutated again.
Originally it was just hanging quietly in the sky, but at this moment, in order to gather the power to kill a Saint Realm, it revealed its true body from the secret folding space.
The surging energy is guided and gathered in the sky.
It was like a huge bloody vortex was slowly forming, with a silvery white light shining in the center, getting more and more intense, as if some kind of ultimate weapon was being charged.
Even just sensing from a distance can stimulate the vigilance of the Legendary Realm's existence to the limit.
Gnawbone Saint tried to rush over and break the seal, but the two Elf Immortal One tightly entangled him.
Orc Saint Realm has no time to think about himself and can only watch Blood Moon's power continue to rise. As long as he can complete this blow, Red Tide Saint will either die or be disabled.
However, at the same time.
Beyond the distant sky.
Space Shatter, a figure appeared directly in outer space.
"In front of Deity, the most proud creation of all things is just a fleeting dust in the wind."
The visitor's expression was indifferent, with cruelty in his eyes, as brutal as Beast, and most obviously, condescending,
Almost instinctive contempt.
Just like a person looking down at the insects and ants crawling under his feet,
There is neither hatred nor pity.
Only from above.
The incarnation of Bagchu.
Take Blacktooth Saint Realm The residual body of Youkete is used as a carrier. After transformation and reshaping by the altar, this body has completely turned into a container for Deity. Its shape is between Orc and Beast Between, he is three times taller than the ordinary Orc, his limbs are as thick as stone pillars, and the surface of his muscles is covered with dark golden lines. He does not have any weapons on his body, and he does not even wear any armor.
Bagchu despises all magic, armor and weapons.
This Beast of Valor only values his own strength.
Strength is also his most important Divine Authority.
He doesn't need external objects, his fists alone are enough to break everything in this world.
Under Bagchu's feet was the starry sky, behind him was nothingness, and his eyes were locked on Elven Moon who was charging.
It has a diameter of over ten thousand meters and is as round as a ball. All the runes on the surface light up with a silvery white light, and the surroundings are filled with vast energy fluctuations.
Even in space, vortex-like ripples are twisted and spread outward in circles.
It was this moment he had been waiting for.
Blood Moon exposed its body in order to kill Red Tide Saint, which means that its defense changed from untouchable to attackable.
Before that, Blood Moon was hidden in the folding space.
But at this moment, it jumped out on its own initiative.
The incarnation of Bagchu showed no hesitation.
He clenched his fist, and the muscles in his arm swelled to the point of exploding. He locked onto Elven Moon from a long distance, and then punched out.
This Fist of Power is essentially invisible.
Pure power requires no form.
But it penetrated the space, and the space cracked like the glass of Shatter, outlining the outline of the punch, and blasted towards Elven Moon.
Space Folding, elemental barrier, moonlight shield...
Blood Moon's heavy defenses were like tissue paper in front of this punch, crumbling layer by layer.
The outline of the giant fist is centered on the Blood Moon body.
The entire moon trembled violently, the vortex on the surface was forcibly interrupted, and half-charged white light leaked from the cracks, like blood spurting from a wound.
The incarnation of Bagchu raised its arms again.
There is nothing fancy about his movements, he just raises his arms and then punches in an unpretentious manner.
The second punch.
Click.
A loud noise spread throughout Orotara.
It's not that sound spreads in a vacuum, it's the tremors of space itself that are directly transmitted to every corner of the continent.
At the same time, all the creatures on Southern Foothills Plain raised their heads.
Elfs look up, Orcs also look up.
The two sides fighting almost forgot to swing their swords and looked at the sky in unison.
Garos felt the movement outside the sky and also raised his huge head.
Then he saw Elven Moon, which had been hanging in the sky for thousands of years, trembled.
The first crack extends from the North Pole to the equator on the lunar surface, and the second crack spreads from the South Pole, intersects with the first crack, and splits the entire Blood Moon into four pieces.
Then came the third, fourth, and countless paths...
Blood Moon is like a beaten eggshell, with numerous cracks appearing on the surface, crisscrossing and densely packed, and it looks like it will fall apart at any time Shatter.
This scene made Garos feel a little familiar inexplicably.
"I have done something similar. It was really a turn of events. It was our turn to have our country's most important weapon destroyed by an attack."
What appears in outer space is the incarnation of Deity?
He looked up at the sky and made a quick judgment in his mind.
Deity incarnations also have differences in strength and weakness. The stronger the carrier, the stronger the power it can carry.
Using Saint Realm as a carrier is undoubtedly the best way to bring out the power of Divine Authority. Bagchu comes with the remnant body of Blacktooth Saint Realm, which is at least equivalent to a stronger Immortal Realm.
"It's time to retreat."
Red Iron Dragon thought decisively.
He stopped breathing, and his huge body retreated silently, behind a group of the Legendary Realm, and at the same time stretched out his sharp claws, preparing to tear apart the space with his hands.
Huh?
Has space become tough?
As soon as he took action, Garos noticed something abnormal.
The light of Blood Moon has not completely dissipated. Under its illumination, the space structure is more stable than before. However, because I am not the main target of Blood Moon's light, the surrounding space is not so strong that it cannot be torn apart.
Click, click, click. Although the movement was slow and the resistance was great, the dragon's claws still cut through the space inch by inch, tearing open a dark crack.
At the same time, the expressions of the two Elf Immortal One changed suddenly.
Ignoring the battlefield on the ground, two figures rose into the sky and rushed straight towards the incarnation of Bagchu outside the sky.
At the same time.
Blood Moon The seal formed by the condensed light became greatly weakened as the body collapsed. The surface of the crystal that was originally almost solid was covered with cracks, and light continued to escape from it.
Collapse!
Light shards were flying, and Red Tide Saint escaped from it.
Red Tide Saint lowered his head, his gaze penetrated the windy, snowy and chaotic battlefield, and locked onto the figure whose sharp claws had pierced the space.
Red Emperor Pale Star, Garos·Ignas.
In an instant, the scales on Red Iron Dragon's body suddenly stood up, and he suddenly looked up at the sky. The moment their eyes met, he saw the cold murderous intent in the Saint Realm's eyes.
Not good.
Red Iron Dragon felt a chill in his heart.
Red Tide Saint looked coldly, stretched out his hand from a distance, and held it with five fingers.
The dragon's body suddenly stiffened.
He felt that the blood in his body lost control at this moment, and was taken over by some higher-level will from the most fundamental level.
Dragon Blood is like having its own consciousness.
It solidified from the blood vessels, flowed backwards from the muscles, seeped out from the internal organs, and turned into countless invisible sword blades, piercing and cutting crazily in his body.
If this body hadn't been tough enough, he would have exploded and died.
Even so, his life continues to decline.
Between the gaps in the dark black scales, light flickered, trying to break free from control.
However, Red Tide Saint's control over blood has reached the level of Divine Authority, which is the same level as Immortal One's Divine Power, so it is obviously impossible to break free easily.
Burning Blood!
A low roar came from the mouth, and the blood in the dragon's body suddenly turned into flames, burning from the inside out, burning his body, and at the same time burning the Saint Realm will that invaded the body.
Under the burning of the golden flame, Shen Xiong's majestic dragon body started to move again.
Huh?
Red Tide Saint A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He originally thought that this grip would be enough to deal with this giant dragon that knew nothing about the heights of the sky, but he didn't expect that the opponent could actually break free.
But that's all.
Saint Realm has more than one method, and there is more than one Saint Realm on the battlefield.
Another one, Gnawbone Saint, has already raised his battle ax.
"Offending the Holy Power is punishable by death."
Orc Saint Realm showed a cruel and happy smile.
Then he swung the axe.
A gray blade light emerged from the ax blade.
The blade light is not dazzling, it can even be said to be dim, like ashes blown up by the wind, inconspicuous, but its speed is extremely fast, and it only takes an instant to cross the spatial distance, as if the distance does not exist in front of it.
Red-Iron Dragon is alert and instinctively wants to dodge.
He had rich combat experience, and he reacted as soon as the blade light appeared, but the controlled blood affected his movements, causing him to stop in place at the most critical moment.
Cut!
The gray blade light was like an invisible pair of scissors, cutting open the dark black dragon body.
Scales, muscles, bones, internal organs... all body structures become extremely fragile at this moment.
Then, the dragon body was dismembered.
Like a blooming flower of death, pieces of flesh and scales were peeled off from the main body. Each piece was wrapped in dark red Dragon Blood. Pieces of petals fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces.
Blood Moon crashes.
Red Emperor Pale Star was killed by the Saint Realm.
The situation reversed in an instant, from a stalemate to the bottom.
Red Tide Saint took back his hand.
He didn't even confirm whether the torn dragon body was still alive. In his opinion, this issue was not worth thinking about.
First he was counterattacked by the blood, and then he was hit head-on by Gnawbone Saint's attack.
Such a mortal being without Divine Power, who has not yet touched the threshold of the Immortal Realm, was attacked by two Saint Realm at the same time. In the end, only one of them turned his attention back to the crumbling Blood Moon.
And, those two silver tracks rising into the sky.
That is the opponent worthy of the Saint Realm's attention.
The speed of the two Elf Immortal One was so fast that it tore the night sky apart.
The shock wave they brought when they passed over Southern Foothills Plain split the clouds in half, forming a straight sky mark, and the cloud waves on both sides surged and receded.
However, when they arrived in space, the sight before them made their bodies freeze at the same time.
Elven Moon is broken.
Bagchu's incarnation did not stop. He used the simplest and most direct method to smash it into pieces with one punch.
The incarnation hovered between the fragments, looking small against the huge moon fragments, but its aura made no one dare to ignore it.
won.
Deity's Divine Authority shattered the most proud weapon of all things.
Elven Empire spent countless efforts to build the ultimate weapon, but in front of God of Brute Force's pair of fists, not even its complete form was left.
Divine Avatar turned his head, looked at Immortal One who was coming, and raised his fist again.
But at this moment, a change occurred.
All the remaining moonlight, all the broken runes, and all the energy that has not yet dissipated were activated by some built-in final program at this moment, and were all extracted, compressed, and condensed.
A beam of light shot out from the shattered remains of the moon and shot towards Bagchu.
Bagchu's incarnation let out a low roar.
This was the first time he made a sound since his arrival, and then he struck the light pillar with his fist, tearing it apart with pure power.
The beam of light shattered into countless light spots in front of his fist, but the shattered light did not dissipate. Instead, it turned into chains, winding up from all directions, layer after layer, tightly binding his limbs, torso, and neck.
Bagchu's incarnation was dragged along like a falling meteor.
He passed through the clouds, passed through the wind and snow, and fell to the earth in a straight line. The air burned with white plasma flames around him, dragging out a tail flame that was several miles long.
Boom!
The ground shook violently, and a huge crater appeared.
The shock wave spread in a circular shape, forming a magnificent wall of air waves, flying away all the surrounding snow, soldiers, and gravel, clearing a huge blank area.
The incarnation of Bagchu lies on his back at the bottom of the pit.
The dark golden body is wrapped with countless chains.
He tried to get up, but the chains tightened suddenly and pinned him back to the ground.
He tried to punch, but the chains wrapped around his wrists, pulling his arms to his sides.
Not only that, silver-white flames ignited from every link of the chain.
Under the burning of the light flames, the dark golden skin began to crack, and the muscles also melted, revealing the metallic bones underneath, and the body gradually melted.
But the power of the incarnation is repairing all of this at the same time.
New flesh and blood grew from the cracks, and the bone surface was re-covered with fascia and skin. Collapse and healing occurred simultaneously on the same body, and the latter seemed to be stronger than the strong one.
This is the full power of Elven Moon.
It creates an opportunity for Nausir's Immortal One to kill the incarnation of the god.
After all, this Beast of Valor is not his father god Ge'ushi, but a weak god who is at the bottom of Divine Pyramid and is only an incarnation. Material Plane is not invincible.
The two Immortal Realm looked at each other.
Without verbal communication, the two figures turned back from the atmosphere and fell to the ground faster than when they rushed out.
They want to completely kill the incarnation of Bagchu in the giant pit before the chain is completely broken.
But they couldn't get close to the crater.
Red Tide Saint landed right in front of the giant pit, crushed the cooling lava shell under his feet with his feet, and stared coldly at Elf Immortal Realm, Gnawbone Saint landed on the other side of the giant pit, with his upper and lower jaws slightly opening and closing.
"Want to touch my god?"
"Get through us first."
The two Orc Saint Realm spoke at the same time, their tone was flat, but the determination contained in them was as hard as steel.
Two against two.
Four figures were fighting around the crater, and they were so fast that Legendary Realm couldn't catch them at all.
The situation was temporarily deadlocked.
The stalemate is not a good thing for the Nausir side.
Blood Moon nailed the incarnation with the final sacrifice, but the chains were breaking one by one.
Immortal One is held back by the Saint Realm and cannot deliver a fatal blow.
Time is on Orc's side.
With each breath that passes, the incarnation breaks free a little bit.
At the bottom of the pit, the incarnation of Bagchu let out a low roar.
His skin and flesh were completely melted away, revealing a body of bloody muscles, but his back was completely arched, and the chains were deeply embedded in his shoulder blades, making a sound like metal breaking, and one of his hands had broken free from the restraints.
At the same time.
The torn apart dragon body was scattered on Southern Foothills Plain.
Fragments of dark black scales were stuck in the frozen soil, like flags torn apart by a storm. Broken bone stubble protruded diagonally from the snowdrifts. Pieces of flesh and blood were scattered among the lava ravines. Steam rose and became entangled with the wind and snow.
Phew!
Suddenly, they all burned up and flowed up into the sky, gathering together.
The golden flames burned like the scorching sun in the sky.
Mastery of Life and Death!
An absorbing power that surged to the limit exploded.
Countless life essences on the battlefield were extracted and poured into the aura continuously.
At the same time, a body of flesh and blood is being constructed and reshaped inch by inch, just like Nirvana.
The bones and organs are condensed first.
Then there are muscles, like countless threads, intertwined, woven, and covered, wrapping the ribs, spine, and bones at extremely fast speeds.
The limbs form complete muscle bundles.
Finally there is the scale armor.
Dark black scales emerged from the surface of the muscles one by one, and were solidified and coated with golden flames, turning into shining gold.
Garos·Ignas.
Aura Emperor, Red Emperor Pale Star.
As Dragonkin, he was reborn from the ashes just like Immortal Bird. His body was turned into countless pieces and fatal injuries could not kill him. At this time, his whole body was exuding a dazzling golden light, more dazzling than the sun, and his pupils turned into pure red gold.
At the same time, the dragon horns on his three heads have changed.
The long horns that were originally straight back began to branch from the roots, giving birth to new branches, spreading out like the crown of an ancient tree, forming a more domineering crown structure. The end of each branch was as sharp as a spear, shining with the same golden light as the scales, looking more majestic and inviolable.
The elements above the battlefield began to go berserk.
The wind stopped.
The snowflakes hovered in mid-air, motionless.
The embers in the lava gully lit up at the same time, as if they were worshiping something.
"You think you can kill me?"
"Your victory ends here; my anger begins from this moment!"
The dragon resurrected, its pupils swept across the two Orc Saint Realm, and it let out a deep roar.
He was ready to retreat, and just a few breaths ago, his sharp claws had torn open the rift in space.
However, since Orc Saint Realm wants him to stay, well, that will be as they wish.
Shining Form!
Rebirth at Death's Door!
In an instant, the white light lit up and complemented the dragon's golden armor, making him look like he had an indescribable nobility and majesty.
Like something that shouldn't appear in the mortal world.
In an instant, Garos's gaze passed over the four blurry figures fighting and locked directly on the being at the bottom of the crater.
The incarnation of Bagchu.
The dark golden body is wrapped with the last chains of Blood Moon, and the chains are breaking one by one.
Phew!
The dragon's kiss spread out and he took a deep breath.
Snow, fire, thunder, light... Everything was sucked into his chest, smelted, compressed, and sublimated in his body. The dragon's upper and lower jaws opened, and platinum light surged between the three dragon kisses, while he lowered his eyes and stared at his target.
The incarnation of Bagchu also raised its head.
The moment they looked at each other, he didn't see any respect or fear in the mortal creature in front of him, he only felt the hunger and thirst that wanted to burn everything to death.
At the same time.
Dragon's Kiss is opened to the limit.
Deep in the throat, the ultimate golden color is like liquid sunlight, like solidified star fire.
Then, exhale.
Phew!!!
Three golden Dragon Breath burst out at the same time, converging from the left, right, and center directions, and merged into a condensed golden torrent in the air.
Unstoppable.
Nothing to disobey.
It blasted straight and without any fancy to the bottom of the crater, towards the incarnation of Bagchu. On the path that Dragon Breath passed, the air was instantly ionized, and the space was violently distorted, leaving a long vacuum corridor.
The two Saint Realm were distracted for a moment.
Red Tide Saint and Gnawbone Saint stopped fighting with Elf Immortal One at the same time, and suddenly looked back at the golden torrent.
Is this an attack that Crown Dragon can perform?
This question appeared in the minds of two Saint Realm at the same time, with incredible shock.
When they reacted, the Dragon's Breath had already passed them and fell into the pit. The speed was so fast that even Saint Realm could not effectively intercept it within such a short distance.
The contempt in Bagchu's incarnation's eyes remained unchanged, and he raised his only fist to break free.
Beast of Valor, God of Brute Force, he despises all magic, armor and weapons, only values his own power and only uses his own power.
Facing any attack, his first reaction is always to punch, and his second reaction is always to punch.
No blocking, no dodging, no defending.
Just use the purest force to collide until the enemy or yourself is completely crushed.
The next moment, Fist of Power collided with Dragon Breath.
Wherever golden Dragon Breath hits, the muscles, fascia, bones... everything is reflected transparently, like snowflakes thrown into a furnace, starting from the edge and melting inch by inch.
Like morning fog dissipating at sunrise.
Like an ink drop falling into clear water and then fainting.
"Everything that should not exist here" was gently and unstoppably erased from Material Plane.
Dragon Breath and the last moonlight swept through the whole body at the same time.
The knotted muscles turned into dust and were swept high into the sky by the airflow of Dragon Breath; the shining metallic bones were exposed, and then they also began to disintegrate, turning into fly ash one by one, like golden snowflakes, peeling off his body and floating into the sky.
Bagchu's expression shows no pain.
The incarnation does not suffer, and God does not care about pain.
"I remember you."
He simply uttered a few words.
On the face between Orc and Beast, the eyes kept staring at Red Iron Dragon until the eyelids, eyeballs, and skull were all reduced to ashes, swept away by the wind and snow, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
From the resurrection of Red Emperor Pale Star to the destruction of the incarnation of God with his breath, everything happened in a few breaths.
Elf and Orc stopped what they were doing at the same time.
Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of the crater, looking at the shining golden dragon shadow in the sky.
The two Saint Realm were stunned on the spot, their eyes a little confused and disbelieving, and then they became furious.
"Dragon! How dare you destroy the incarnation of my god!"
"I swear by the glory of Beast of Valor, you will pay the price with blood!"
Hearing this, the giant dragon turned its head, looked directly at the two Saint Realms, and said, "Where is your god? Oh, it turns out that it has turned into dust. In front of me, even the body of Deitys is just a fleeting dust in the wind."
The two Immortal One looked sideways and looked at the shining dragon together.
What a wild talk... but what he said is the truth.
A dragon.
Killed an avatar of a god.
Although it is not the main body, although it was completed with the cooperation of Blood Moon, it is still a deed that shocked the past and the present, and is a moment that is enough to be engraved in the historical epic.
They looked at Garos, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
After a moment of silence, loud cheers broke out.
"Godslayer! Red Emperor Pale Star!"
"Red Emperor Pale Star!!"
The cry was like thunder, soaring into the sky.
They come from the Nausir camp. The Elfs who are supposed to be elegant, rational, and calm are now like the dragon family members under the Aura Kingdom, with their faces filled with awe and admiration for the dragon emperor.
"This, this?"
Elf Queen was dazzled and didn't know how to describe this scene for a moment.
The dragon's golden scales still shine brightly under the shattered Blood Moon, like a new sun rising in the dark night.
She suddenly remembered those long poems praising heroes in the empire.
But at this moment, she felt that those gorgeous words were somewhat overshadowed by the existence in front of her, and she could not describe him accurately.
And in Orc's camp, a deathly silence fell.
Orc They only felt that the weapons in their hands became extremely heavy.
Then, the rout began, a disorderly collapse, the dark green wave rolled back, the battle flag was trampled underfoot, and the weapons were abandoned behind.
Orcs just want to escape.
The army of faith is founded on faith and defeated by faith.
They can tolerate casualties.
When these Orc warriors started the war, their companions kept falling down, but no one retreated because they believed that God was watching them and the souls of the dead would be led to Hall of Heroes by Bagchu.
But now, their god has been defeated.
Be it projection or incarnation.
Even if it is just a breath of God, it is still God.
God should not be defeated, God cannot be defeated, but God is indeed defeated, defeated in front of believers.
As a result, the collapse was like a landslide or a tsunami, irreversible.
Red Tide Saint and Gnawbone Saint were silent.
They didn't stop.
Because he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Immediately, they turned around in silence, following the torrent of collapse, and then turned back. The light passed over Elf Immortal One and fell directly on the shining dragon. They took a deep look and then looked away.
Garos looked towards the deep pit, the direction where Bagchu's incarnation disappeared.
Deity remembered him.
And he also remembered Deity.
This offended Orc severely.
"Orotara...
,"No matter what happens next, at least Destiny Rank can't come to this continent again."
Garos also didn't expect that things would develop like this.
In Garos's original plan, he would not deliberately show off in this battle and was ready to retreat when the situation turned bad. However, Orc Saint Realm locked onto him and directly wiped out nearly 90% of his health.
He is in danger.
Life is like a candle in the wind, Shining Form is turned on directly, and Rebirth at Death's Door is almost triggered to the limit.
It would be too wasteful to run away directly in this state.
Just in time, Blood Moon controlled the incarnation of the god, Garos followed the trend, and passed by with a mouthful of Dragon Breath, creating the current situation.
"As for Elf's remuneration, it's not too much to ask them to send it over. Nausir Empire should really give it to me."
Garos thought to himself.
At the same time, feeling the many gazes coming from it, the shining dragon did not stay here to enjoy the worship of Elf. It tore open the space with its claws, and its noble and majestic body disappeared into it.
The record of this battle quickly spread throughout Bernardo.
New Calendar 564.
The two empires Redridge Mountains, Southern Foothills Plain, Nausir and Cantum are at war here.
In order to protect the order of the world, Red Emperor Pale Star fought against two Saint Realms until they died, and then came back from the dead with shining golden scales, as if Deity came to the world, single-handedly destroyed the incarnation of the evil god, and saved the building from collapse.
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