Pivot of the Sky

Nietzsche clearly wanted to die, but his roar shook Song's head, like he was being held tight by something. Greer is the priest in the Temple of Enrique, the Lord God of Hattie and the Kingdom of Assyria, and the god that Greer has always believed in. And listening to the old madman, this disaster was brought about by Enrique, and this god is on the cloud right now!

Gregory couldn't believe his eyes, much less what he heard. The old madman flew into the sky, and instantly countless lightning bolts were attracted to the past, and a bright gold wire lit up outside him, a golden light belt emitted by the staff, like a dense web that led to lightning.

Nietzsche is more than 150 years old this year, and has practiced magic for more than 120 years. Although he has not been able to advance to level 9 magician, he is immensely powerful, so desperately and completely deployed. This wind, rain, thunder and lightning temporarily can't do anything about him. To see him fly into the clouds, the coarse electric snake that constantly flashes between the clouds is the most lethal threat.

Song suddenly stared wide-eyed, and he discovered an incredible thing. The fiercest winds and thunderbolts in the clouds seemed to be being manipulated by someone else, and fled Nietzsche's shape.

Nietzsche flew in the direction of the Syrian plateau, unsolicitedly waving his staff, dancing with thousands of golden filament-shaped light bands, tore apart raging clouds with thunderbolts, seemed to want to stab the tent out of a cave and cut open a passageway, to pull out the gods on the cloud!

“Enrique, you dirty, cowardly pig! Why don't you face a mortal? Are you scared? The clouds in the sky are shaking, are you shaking in front of me!” Nietzsche seemed to be searching for something in the sky, and he started yelling at her without gaining anything.

Gore couldn't help but tremble, even his staff was trembling slightly, he had never heard anyone curse the gods like this. And Nietzsche whispered indiscriminately and carelessly, doing so was asking for death, but letting the gods on the cloud do it himself.

A majestic voice finally came out of the air: "How dare you offend me so much, you lunatic! You really think I won't kill you? Poor mortal, you don't know the secrets of the gods! ”

Grey's subconscious desire to kneel, this voice in his soul has an indescribable sense of oppression, which he has never heard, but for a moment he naturally knows that the speaker is Enrique, the god he has always believed in, which is indescribable.

And the old madman laughed, “Enrique, the great god worshipped by so many people, you have finally been scolded by me! … come and see if I can hurt you, hope you don't hide or be afraid. ”

The old lunatic smiled and rushed to the place where the sound came from, launching the strongest blow. He threw the staff in his hand out and burst into a gleaming golden light in the air, tearing apart almost all the clouds enclosing over the town of Turk. At this moment, Gore sees a man standing on the cloud, no! It should be a god.

Nietzsche finally saw the god and struck the god on the cloud with the strongest blow of his life. He didn't even want the staff, he didn't care if he would fall from the sky. Gore also saw the hazy shadow of the god, but only for a brief moment, immediately followed by numerous rough lightning bolts coming from all sides, accompanied by a shocking thunderbolt.

Gore can't see or hear anything for the next moment. And Nietzsche in the sky, for a fire, instantly as bright as the sun, swirls and flies away.

Soon everything was restored, torn clouds regrouped and floods and heavy rains were still raging. The Blue Boat suddenly shook violently. In a huge shock, Gore almost failed to control his powers. He turned back and quickly waved a staff to regain control of this magic instrument.

“Great Enrique, I believe in you with my life's vows, and this is what happens when I have the privilege of meeting you.... Did you really bring this disaster? Are you crazy?... Nietzsche, that's how you died? No one can save you before the wrath of the gods.” Gore turned his staff and the Blue Boat turned to the waves in the direction of the State of Syria. He sighed in his heart and finally looked back at the town of Duke, which had disappeared into the flood.

He saw another strange scene, a crystalline thing flying out of the water, a magic stone. These are not the hidden stones of the mountains, but the miners of Duke Town have mined them, some of them have not yet been handed over to the city state, some are privately kept by the people themselves, and there are a large number of sacred stones in the temple of Duke Town, which at this moment are being photographed by a magical force on the cloud.

Do higher gods need stones, too? Human wealth should be meaningless to them, but Gregory is well aware that the role of the Divine Stone is not only an expensive common currency, it is also an intermediary for performing the Divine Arts, and if the power of the Divine Arts is too powerful, it can even destroy the Divine Stone. Is the god doing the magic, but using the stones to make up for the drain of power?

On the way back, that sudden flood naturally couldn't stop a dark blue boat under the control of a Class 8 great magician, yet Gregory always amassed all his powers without daring to slacken, like guarding against something terrible.

Two hundred miles along the waves, the Blue Boat actually came directly to the city of Syria, which at this time had become a huge island in the floods surrounded by tall walls. Big water spreads from the northeast direction, no more than a four-sided field, and it's almost beneath the wall. The gates have been sealed and emergency barricades have been built inside the gates with grass bags filled with dirt to prevent the flooding of the water.

Gore flew a boat with a staff directly onto the city wall and waved to retrieve the Blue Boat. The instrument was restored to more than a foot long and the blue heart was still intact, but the four sacred stones inlaid on both sides had been fractured and removed and then broken to pieces.

Xiao Mo, accompanied by his assistant, waited anxiously on the east side of the city building, saw Grey safely return and hurried forward: “Dear Great Mage, you are finally back! After half a day of kung fu, the floods have devoured half of the wilderness in Syria City State, and our city pools are surrounded by water. … you see, the water is still rising! ”

Hearing his voice cry out soon, if Gore doesn't come back, he probably even has the mind to jump off the walls. Gore couldn't speak much nonsense and immediately ordered: "Gather all the magicians in the city! ”

Wallet replied, "The magician? They lead everyone to pray to the Great Enrique in the temple. ”

Gore couldn't explain anything, but sighed and drank: “It's too late for prayer. Gather quickly and lay down the greatest possible array of magic.... Governor Xiaomo, you have taken all the hidden stones from the Shya Temple, including all the stones from the Treasury Treasury of the City State, and put them around the walls. … Wallet, you go along the walls of the city, and the simplest protective magic array will do, just put those stones in a position where they can be excited. ”

Xiao Momei stunned: “All the magic stones in the state of Xuya City? ”

Wallet was also surprised: “Even if it were a loop of theological defense along the walls of the city, it would not be possible to excite the power of such a theological formation, let alone retreat to the flood? ”

Gore waved: “I didn't want to completely excite the power of this great array, even if it only excites a few tenths of a dozen, to tell all the magicians to conserve the use of magic, just to ensure that all the divine stones are in a state inspired by magic and merge with the magic array.... go ahead, that's an order! Let Cosman preside over the magic array. ”

At this point, Raphael gasped and climbed to the city wall and shouted: "Dear teacher, Kausman has gone, he has also taken his family with his advanced flying scroll and the flying magic machine in his hand, leaving a message saying that he has returned to the King to report the disaster here and apply for rescue. ”

Xiao Mo stamped his foot: “Reporting the disaster and applying for rescue should be ordered by Lord Grey and me. How can he go to Wangdu privately? He ran away with his family! … I saw him yesterday in the temple trying to predict the magic of prophecy, trying to speculate on the outcome of the flood in Syria City State. Does he think that the city state is going to be destroyed by the flood? ”

Wallet scolded: "Can he use prophetic magic alone? Still trying to speculate on such a big event? What an embarrassment...”

"I sent you to Wangdu to report the disaster and apply for help from the nearby city state," said Gore, waving at his youngest disciple. Take these three scrolls, catch up with Kaussman with the white scroll, kill him directly with the gold scroll, then go to the nearest city and return to Wangdu all the way. ”

He shook his hands out of his sleeve two very small, less than three inches long magic scrolls, one roll of white and one roll of gold, and handed them over to Raphael along with another advanced air magic scroll that had not previously been used. Then Xiao Mo said with a calm face: "Kosman, the High Priest of the Temple of Syria, left his post unauthorized when the crisis arrived and fled, and I ordered him to kill directly, declaring the whole city. ”

Having said this, the archdeacon seemed tired and walked down the wall with his staff. Xiao Mo shouted behind him: "Grand Magician, where are you going? ”

Wallet also shouted, "Dear teacher, Kausmann has escaped, who will preside over the magic battle on the city wall? ”

Gore walked down the wall and replied: "Wallet, you are already the most powerful magician here besides me. You come to preside over the battle, you don't have to reluctantly excite too much power, as long as you meet my requirements. … Governor, you send all the magicians to the walls of the city. I will pray to Lord Enrique alone in the temple, and no one will disturb me. ”

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