Blood of Mercury

When the warped enchantment leading to the sky blurred and then dissipated, the wizards were indeed excited for a moment.

But only for a moment—and then that hope of survival turned into an equal amount of despair.

In the west of the White Pagoda, a huge golden figure hundreds of meters high stood indifferently.

He held a huge golden scepter in his right hand, and his whole body exuded a scorching and dazzling light like the sun, so that even the wizards could not see his face.

But there is no doubt that he is Tyre - Tyre who came in avatar.

Even wizards who don't believe in gods can recognize it.

But even these world's greatest heretics still felt terrified when confronted with Tyre's incarnation in person.

This has absolutely nothing to do with the strength of his own will.

As long as it is a human being, seeing the legendary gods coming in person, no matter what, they can only feel their own humbleness.

The moment the twisted barrier disappeared, the brilliant golden figure raised the scepter in his hand.

"Every ungodly—"

A rumbling sound like thunder sounded in the sky.

Then, it was dawn.

——It can only be described as such.

Centered on Tyre's incarnation, hundreds of thousands of thick beams of light fell from the sky, covering almost two-thirds of the White Pagoda.

Any wizard who touched the beam of light instantly burned. The scorching air echoing around the beam of light completely drowned the wizards. The building was completely set on fire.

It was the exact same divine technique as the Sunburst that Searle had performed before.

The only difference is that this time it was performed by Tyre himself.

Because the purpose is not to attack the fortress, but to slaughter - Tyre's magic this time is not very concentrated, but completely dispersed, leaving a lot of gaps between the beam of light and the beam of light.

But that doesn't mean Thiel is showing mercy.

The so-called Yang Yan burst, the natural "burst" is the theme——

"—Suffering is necessary!"

Immediately. The radiance of the scorching sun burst out suddenly.

A hint of crimson suddenly rose from the hundreds of golden beams of light that smashed the entire White Pagoda into a sieve. The beam of light shining with golden light burned at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a red-gold fire column.

Then the pillar of fire expanded and turned into a golden hurricane. Crimson flames were hidden in the storm, destroying everything that the storm swept.

The air became hotter than ever. The entire White Tower. All the buildings without exception began to burn. The enchantment to protect the flames did not play any role. The skins of the wizards on the ground burned up during the running process, and they wailed and died; and the temperature of the underground also increased rapidly at a terrifying speed, and the wizards who did not have the ability to fight directly. The skin of the ordinary residents had turned hot and red, and the sweat was pattering on the ground, and then turned into hot flashes and reverberated in the air.

The underground refuge room has lost its meaning at this time. The steel door is twisted and deformed at high temperature and cannot be opened, if it is not a barrier to protect against high temperature. Just touching the door will burn you.

The temperature in the refuge room is reminiscent of a blacksmith shop and boiler room. The extreme hot flashes have already caused nausea and dizziness in some children and the elderly.

Compared with the refuge room that had been turned into a complete steamer, the scene on the ground was even more tragic.

Storms and storms hook up with each other, and firestorms from different directions come together to form new hurricanes. The completely chaotic storm makes it completely impossible to predict its trajectory.

And even if there is no running fire wrapped in the storm, just being blown away by the hot wind, the skin of the whole body will be dehydrated, dried and blackened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even if you get out of the shrouded range of the hot air in time, the whole person will lose strength and more than half of his body weight.

This naturally cannot be a pure energy attack.

The reason why just the power of a single blow of the incarnation is enough to destroy the country is not all of Tyre's own power, but the power of the extended field brought by the priesthood of "Sun".

On the downside, the mention of the sun conjures up thoughts of drought. Then famine, riots, and searing heat. And these people's subconscious considerations about the formation of the "sun". It will bring the corresponding power to Tyre.

Today, both the sun and justice have become Tyre's exclusive domain. Not just the two priesthoods themselves. Even the extended priesthood has been completely swallowed by him.

It can be said that Tyre alone is enough to top half of the gods.

But even the incarnation of Tyre only had enough time to deliver such a blow.

It wasn't Anvilia and Scott blocking it, or the return of Clavi or Parbuchko—it was a great sadness that calmed the world.

It was like the pain of the death of a loved one, and it was like the despair of witnessing the imminent death of oneself. An indescribable sadness made all the people in the world freeze for a moment. Even Tyre's hand holding the scepter froze in the air.

The next moment, a huge illusion appeared in the night sky full of stars.

It was a huge, three-dimensional, pure white treemap that was constantly moving. Consisting of rings, lines and runes, it resembles an inexact pyramid with only an outline and a raised window grille.

Every detail of its delicate structure contains a strange truth. It was so densely covered the entire night sky. Looking up, the entire field of vision is completely covered by it.

miracly. No matter where people are at the moment, they can look up and see a complete tree map.

If you look carefully. Greater than the shadow of a human being can be found in one of the rings. Inside that ring is written an endless number of runes, each set of which is a new characteristic of the human being recorded by it.

However, it is not complete.

Those with sharper intuitions immediately realized that He should be part of a larger, greater being. In this part of the light, there are still some rings that are dyed dim yellow, some rings are twisted and deformed, some lines are torn off, and runes are graffitied. Even if it is a relatively intact part, if you have enough insight, you can see that the color of those lines is obviously much lighter than that of rings and runes.

But they are actually the same color. It's just that those lines are covered with tiny, moth-eaten holes.

But even so, it still does not affect his sanctity. At the same time when the huge sadness appeared, everyone stopped fighting at that moment, raised their heads and quietly looked at the huge tree that was incomplete but still beautiful.

That is the Kabbalah, the tree of life, the saint who governs mutation and evolution, divides ranks, and blesses new life.

"My children..."

At the same time as the blurred, disturbed voice emanated from the bottom of everyone's heart ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a crisp voice like ice breaking. The tattered lines that supported his body finally broke apart, and the chain reaction generally broke a large piece in an instant, some rings exploded, some rings completely turned dim yellow, and were thrown upwards into the sky.

The remaining runes, together with the white rings, fell scattered to the ground like rain, and disappeared suddenly after hitting the ground.

All beings felt at the same time that some connection in their blood was cut off, some repressed protective measures were removed, and all existence in the world began to produce some small but real mutation at the same time.

At the same time, in an undiscovered corner, more than a hundred kinds of creatures—plants or animals—flickered white light at the same time, and then shattered, and the entire race disappeared into the air out of thin air.

Tyre sighed deeply, and bowed silently but respectfully to the wreckage that kept falling down with the etiquette of the Sun Dynasty thousands of years ago.

About half a minute later, Thiel calmly raised his head, looked at the few people standing in front of him, and slowly clenched the scepter in his hand. (To be continued.)

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