The Godsfall Chronicles

The end of a hero?

That's not true.

The cloud hawk is just a little sorry.

Because Inspired by the Chief Inspector, cloudhawks want to do something easily. Why try to change the environmental rules when the environment and rules make people uncomfortable?

He joined the Expeditionary Force.

He was appointed under the command of the Eagle Regiment.

He began to become more and more famous in the divine domain.

The cloud eagle does not necessarily like the troubles of rights and status, and cannot deny the benefits. He fantasized that if he could sit in the North Chentian sky or in the position of starlight city owner, he could really do whatever he wanted to do and go to the fashionable life he wanted.

It seems too simple now.

Rights are tempting shortcuts, but not accessible to all.

Beichen Tian can't wait for a lifetime. As a result, he is almost a hundred years old. He still has to bear the burden of honor. In the end, the sad aftermath also saw that even such a super powerful figure cannot be alone, and the cloud hawk is even less confident in this regard.

But there are tens of millions of paths in the world, and even if it doesn't work under your feet, you can change to another one, and one will always work for you.

The only place where the Eagle thing feels a little heavy today is if he accidentally stabbed such a big basket, will it cause huge trouble for Silver Moon, North Chenxi, Mountain Peak?

Silver Moon is such a loyal warrior.

Once again, the Temple is the only hope of the Silver Moon against the Lord.

If the Temple orders Silver Moon to fight the Eagle, will she stand against the Eagle with a sword?

What else can attract a friend of his who has so little love for the Divine Domain in his heart? So in order to avoid this happening, the eagle must now fly far away.

He does not agree that winter returns to snow.

With the wilderness so big, where can a cloud hawk go now?

Isn't it easy for him to find a place to live? Who else could find him if he lived in a small place under a secret name? But the priority is to get out of here.

The Cloud Eagle's lonely widow was weak, and he was ready to start crossing the shelter.

When the eagle gathered its spirit ready to cross, suddenly a strong sense of headache cracked, like a pile of sharp glass poured into the spirit, the spirits were stirred to bitterness with a little spin.

God inflicted injury with sequelae.

He had just expanded his symptoms when he started snowing in winter.

Now the cloud eagle's mental power is confined to a critical point. If it goes beyond this range, the spirit will have the pain of being torn apart. This pain can be tolerated by the cloud eagle, but the process of space crossing is intolerable, even a little bit can lead to failure.

A fierce tsunami descended from the sky.

Chatter sounds like a sharp wind.

When the eagle looked up into the sky, the dense black dots, like locusts, fell out of the clouds... a wave of arrow rain!

Cloud eagle pupils contracted slightly, arrows slowed a little in the field of view, and all operating trajectories were accurately distinguished. Cloud eagle walked in it as if walking in idle courtyard, passing through the dense and numb arrow rain.

There was a loud blast.

A divine battleship penetrated the clouds and suddenly appeared on top of the eagle, giving her a strong sense of danger. Immediately, a flying flash exited for dozens of meters, dodging the battleship and firing a deadly energy, the eagle passed over the ground, all leaving behind a large cave.

Hundreds of warriors have begun to arrive.

The cloud eagle could not be reclaimed so much, invisibly advanced, past, silver mantle appeared, blood spilled, the realm armor waved in front of the silver light, it was just as fragile as paper paste, that fragile body was easily torn, warm blood continued to be sprayed on the body.

Kill him!

We have to kill!

Get in my way and die!

The cloud eagle creates a passage, and yet another group of people dressed as hunters appear. Among them, it is called masterful as the cloud. It is impossible to escape the hunter's pursuit by relying on the district shadow cloak alone.

When the hunter magician is surrounded.

The Eagle moves instantly and chooses to escape.

“Cloudhawk! ”

“You can't run away! ”

When the two peaks were easily crossed by several instant movements, the cloud hawk felt mental failure, and he had to pause and rest for a while. The vast majority of the pursuits had been abandoned, but there were still several undisturbed souls surrounding him from different directions.

He is headed by a temple warrior in saint armor.

On the left is a group of hunters dressed as hunters.

On the right are some senior generals.

The sky was gloomy, the wind was raging, the cliffs were steep, the clouds were bloody, standing alone on the edge, there was no way back, and three powerful teams were slowly approaching.

The face of the saint Lan Lin Qingjun has no expression. "Don't waste your energy, you can't escape. Go back to the temple with me honestly. ”

The cloud eagle gasped slightly: "Are you going to bully me too much? ”

“Cloudhawk, to be honest, the first time I saw you, I couldn't even dream that you'd come to this point.” Lanlin hasn't spoken yet, and a red-haired young man took the lead, "I had no idea how to meet the occasion. ”

This person is strong, tall, flat and gentle, has a warm and friendly temperament like a fireplace, making it difficult to generate hostility in the future. The cloud eagle thought they were very familiar, and after a few seconds of reflection, the name finally rang - burning the sun!

A few years ago, I accompanied North Chenxi to the house of the hunter.

Cloud eagles have briefly met the burning sun.

This is a young genius with a good temper and a low profile, he is the least topical of all the geniuses in Sky Cloud City. Because after the fall of the Dust Master, he took over the Guild of Hunters as vice president of the Guild of Hunters. He was running all day for the Guild's executive office. Where did he have time to make the talk?

Because so few people know what he really is capable of.

But burning the sun, as a daunting task, is not an eternity.

The eagle coughed softly: "So this time, even the Guild of Hunters is in action? How much gold is my head worth now? ”

“This time it is not about the mandate.” Yang Yang said, "I have a very smart little sister named Yang Wan, you must still remember. ”

He was part of the Hunter Team of the Ling Moon Cloud.

Unfortunately, he died while exploring the Valley Forbidden Lands, following a cloud eagle.

The cloudhawk frowned and said, "The mission is inevitable. Since you are an Guild man, don't you understand that? You wouldn't blame her for dying on my head, would you? ”

Someone does mean.

An old black general of the mighty force was on the scene.

This man is no one else but the leader of the Divine Punishment Corps.

The Wartime led dozens of generals, along with the Guild of Warriors and the Saints, to form a fence, and this time the Eagle will never escape.

“No, no, no, no.” Yang Yang's eyes didn't see the resentment, it was just a calm and straightforward, “I just know what kind of role to lead the little sister through the final journey, rather than being captured without dignity, I'd rather lose, don't you think? ”

The cloudhawk went straight when: "I'm in a hurry. ”

The burning sun understood that he came out, walked, the surrounding air twisted, countless Mars emerged, the flames quickly released, countless flames as if there was life, actually surrounded the burning body, eventually forming the visible skeleton and muscle texture.

The ambient air is boiling.

Everyone can feel the heat.

Yangben was very tall and strong. When it was thick enough to be like a substantial flame, it turned into a giant five meters tall. Every inch of skin was full of texture. There were no signs of confusion due to a half-energy state. A piece of raised muscle was full of hegemonic power.

Everyone showed amazement.

The flaming god of burning the sun is coming down more and more powerful.

This genius with the lowest cloud talent has certainly maintained an alarming rate of progress over the years, although very few people have noticed its existence. This is more than just looking windy. In fact, the flaming giant has powerful energy inside him, not only to evaporate iron and steel easily, but more like an engine engine that can provide powerful kinetic energy to turn the burning sun into a horrible fighting machine.

People see it all laughing.

The cloud eagle is the guy who walks the road.

He took something against such a strong genius.

Several saints tried to draw their swords, but Lanlin waved to stop them.

He can see that the spirit of the cloud eagle is not much, and the physical condition of the cloud eagle is not very good. He should not be the opponent of this burning sun. If so, why should he bear the name of more bullying? In fact, instead of capturing the cloud eagle alive, he would like the cloud eagle to be killed here.

Cloudhawk getting caught back would be a big problem.

He had a wonderful personal relationship with North Chenxi and Silver Moon.

There's a good chance they'll do something stupid for him.

Beichenxi is the apprentice of Lanlin, Silver Moon is the hope of the temple, from the perspective of Lanlin, he doesn't want this to run out of the wilderness, only the guy who creates things day and night, and do something.

“I'm going to start. ”

Flaming Giant warns one.

Suddenly it roared.

The whole body suddenly cracked apart, shining brightly from it.

It was a powerful, unparalleled energy that was about to break apart, and this amazing power quickly spread all over his body, making him think like a rocket suddenly of a cloud hawk.

When!

Too soon!

The cloud eagle had just crossed a giant sword, a punch was printed on the blade of the fury cut wide, immediately appeared a big red fist print, the red heat part was spreading rapidly, making the whole sword almost branded iron, the cloud eagle's palms were holy, just a few seconds before it was burned.

If it's a fluttering iron weapon.

Now scrap has become iron water.

The flaming giant roared in his mouth, his fist held the blade and continued to advance. The energy released was also being gradually increased, almost capable of bombarding the body of a cloud eagle through a wide blade.

The hunters of the Guild of Hunters shout with excitement.

The gentle vice president rarely works with people, and now it seems that the vice president is far stronger than imagined, no worse than several other well-known geniuses, he is not powerless, he is indeed just understated.

This hawk is going to lose!

How can a man like that fight a vice president?

The cloud hawk held a giant sword burning like iron, the surrounding ground was constantly collapsing, the cliff tended to collapse, and the cloud hawk was always suppressed by the power of burning yang hegemony, he couldn't even get out, he had to wait to be burned into coke.

“Is that what you're trying to do to me?” The cloud hawk's brain is faint and the after-effects are still affecting it, so it is increasingly difficult to capture the speed of burning the sun, so that there is a real risk of defeat, but at this time, a disobedient will awakens, sealed in the cloud hawk's spiritual ocean, suddenly starts to surge, several pieces infuse the cloud hawk with powerful power, “Roll! ”

The cloudhawk's eyes glow.

Like a flame of orangutan.

The flame appeared simultaneously in the eyes of the flaming giant, and the crowd could only hear the flaming giant shouting a dull low, and the entire body burst apart in an instant.

A cloud hawk only has one eye.

He cracked the trick of burning the sun.

A burning red giant sword blew energy, and the face split on the flaming giant. This blow completely cut the giant's torso into pieces. The giant sword's light splashed through the flame like a wind, and burned the sun directly into serious injuries on the spot. There is no longer the ability to fight.

The hunter face of the Guild of Hunters has changed dramatically.

The idols in their minds are so overwhelmed.

The cloudhawk danced in the wind with his dark hair all over his head. He plunged the red, hot sword that was still smoking into the ground, releasing a superior atmosphere from him: "Come on! ”