The Godsfall Chronicles

The King of Silver Wings floats in the middle of the sky and looks at the eagle with a high attitude, but his expression is no longer calm and calm, revealing a strong color of hatred and anger from his eyes.

I don't understand.

Why would the Demon King choose such a heir!

I don't understand.

Why can't the Demon King accept him as his heir?

For more than a thousand years, King Silver Wings has worked constantly to become a perfect heir. He has now created such an immortal and infinitely capable body for himself. At the same time, he has absolute faith and will to confront the gods and is willing to give everything, including his life, to that end.

What's missing?

What is missing!

He was once the king's most trusted comrade.

Why would the Demon King rather choose a fragile man than him?

So when the eyes of the Silver Wings focused again on the cloud eagle, jealousy burned in the bears, almost taking the orbit out and burning this fragile, tiny human being to ashes.

What is it about this man that the Demon King and Unsolitary see?

Is it the gift of space capability? Or other special abilities?

Whatever!

Absorb him!

Silver Wings believes that whatever he lacks, just absorb this heir who comes to the door, and like others, he will blend the absorbed power and talent into himself, making him a part of his body, thus making himself more perfect.

Because the Demon King must be perfect!

Immortality, strength, no weakness!

Why else would you defeat the gods? Otherwise, why challenge the Divine King?

He is the only one in this world who is qualified, capable, and confident to become a Demon King.

The light in Silver Wings' vertical eyes grew stronger and brighter, as did dozens of royal eyes around them, like an invisible chain of energy, jumping continuously in tandem on these people, uniting their spirit and will.

The cloudhawk saw the situation and understood.

The royal family is indeed puppets who have lost their will.

In fact, whether the royal family is good or the Silver Wing King himself, it is all a shell removal, more than a hundred royals and the Silver Wing King themselves, they seem to have their own will. In fact, these people are just puppets, they are controlled by the unified will, and this powerful will is the true king of King Tree City!

The Silver Wings have erupted again.

He projects an amazing amount of mental energy from his erector's eye.

This spiritual energy is like an arrow shooting directly at the spirit of a cloud eagle.

This fierce attack at the spiritual level cannot be resisted in any material or energetic way. The strength of Silver Wings in the spiritual field is almost beyond the Lord God of Sky Cloud City, the strongest man ever seen by a cloud hawk. Fortunately, forever and night warned of the Thousand Fantasy Masks' defense capabilities, so the Eagle first activated the Thousand Fantasy Masks to expand their mental defenses.

When!

The arrow of the spirit shoots at the spiritual shield.

Make the eagle feel loud and clear.

The mental defense of the Thousand Fantasy Masks is indeed very powerful, but the spirit of the Silver Wings King is too strong. The clouds and eagles still feel dizzy. At this time, the offensive is only just beginning, countless royal clapping wings will be surrounded.

The monster trees in the lobby glow.

Infinite energy flows through the Silver Wings and the royal family.

The spiritual energy of Silver Wings has again peaked.

Let their horrible voices echo directly into the minds of the hawks.

“You don't deserve to be a demon king, you don't deserve to be a demon king, you don't deserve to be a demon king! ”

The cloud eagle lifted its dispersal arm to form a semi-circular dispersal field to defend against the royal attack, but it also needed to distract from the spirit defense of the Thousand Fantasy Masks to defend against the attack of the Silver Wings. He could feel his body under the same tremendous pressure as the mountains, and he could feel his eyes, nose, and blood bleeding out at the same time.

Silver Wings' mental assault was horrible.

Despite the mental defenses of the Thousand Fantasy Masks, it still feels very strenuous.

The cloud hawk feels like a man in a thick iron box, and dozens of chainsaws are cutting iron boxes roughly from different directions. Although there is no way to cause fatal damage to the hawk, this suffering is not any word to describe.

Silver Wings sounds more like a steel needle stuck in the brain.

“You've had enough! You think I'm willing to accept all this?” The cloudhawk was utterly angry in pain and suffering: “I never said I was going to be the Demon King! I never wanted to be a fucking demon king, either! ”

A man desperate to be king.

A man who tried his best to resist.

One can't get it if one wants to.

A man who wants to abandon but can't.

If there's a choice, a mission, a power, a cloud eagle would rather not!

The cloud hawk neither wants to be the great demon king that everyone hates, nor does he want to be the great hero that everyone admires. His expectations and aspirations have remained the same from childhood to age, from past to present. The cloud hawk is just a small figure who wants to live a simple life, but is caught up in this flurry of destiny, eventually becoming this dying scar.

The Silver Winged King felt the wrath and struggle of the Eagle. When he passed through the wretched face mask, he saw a pair of eyes burning with a scarlet flame, and he would never forget these eyes, because these are the eyes of the... Demon King!

The spirit and will of the Demon King remain in the body of the cloud eagle.

At this moment it all erupts and releases, as if a sword were stabbed into the spirit of the Silver Wing King.

For the first time, Silver Wings was injured, spilling a few drops of blood from his erector's eyes and immediately pouring them backwards for several long periods of time. He tried to absorb and transform the eagle, first destroying the spirit of the eagle. Who knew that in destroying the spirit of the eagle, he had been strongly repelled, and now the spirit of the Silver Wing King had been traumatized.

Damn it!

Even if he dies, he has to protect his heirs?!

Even if this heir resists and curses his destiny, he will protect him?

Silver Wings eyes quickly congested, a face appeared more than a dozen blues, like a centipede swimming in the skin, one vertical eye split twice, almost to the skull bone, a large eye, like about to burst out of the head, at this moment the Silver Wings King, is like a demon climbing out of hell.

Since it cannot destroy its spirit!

Then why don't you just kill him?

There can only be one demon king in the world!

The Silver Wing King is temporarily unable to launch the strongest spiritual attack, but even so, his strength is not easy for a cloud eagle to deal with, not to mention the dozens of royal clans beside the Silver Wing King. These puppets are constantly indoctrinated with power, almost endless and almost invincible. This weak human cannot last a minute.

Cloudhawks know they're in a difficult situation.

If this goes on, the energy around you is too chaotic to travel through space, then why not spell it out!

Cloudhawks gather together spiritual energy, pull the space energy in front of them, and form space unrest around them.

There is only one way.

It's like destroying the Imperial City.

Summoning hills or giant objects from different spaces and destroying the tree of the hub in the middle of the lobby would cause the temple to lose balance, and the royal family would lose energy quickly to sustain itself, perhaps in exchange for a first line of life.

Can this little trick hide from the Silver Wings?

The Silver Wings discovered the Eagle's intentions at first sight.

He clapped his wings directly in front of the tree and an invisible shield appeared in front of him.

Whatever attack the eagle attempts on the tree, it must be blocked by the power of the Silver Wing King, and at a time like this, the spiritual power of the eagle is completely unleashed.

When space is distorted to the extreme.

It finally cracked a gap.

A pitch-black figure flew directly out of the crack, holding a spear that condensed the yellow sand into a long spear, punched through the Silver Wing King's shield, penetrated the Silver Wing King's chest on the spot, ready to penetrate the strange tree, but was grasped by the Silver Wing King, and the sand spear could not move forward any further.

What the hell is going on?

The cloudhawk just stunned.

He was just like summoning a hill to destroy a tree. Why did he run out of it? Most importantly, it wasn't someone else. It was the demon tribe that the Eagle had long seen!

When did he hide in a different space?

More than a dozen and twenty shadows flew out of space fractures.

When the Silver Wings met these men, they immediately understood: "Dark Night City… Black Warrior! ”

The sky smiled for a moment: “The Elder Candle Shadow asked me to greet the Nine Ghosts! ”

King Silver Wings never thought of it.

This is actually happening.

“You want to kill me too?” The King of Silver Wings grabbed the spear of sand that penetrated his body, and the fierce force erupted immediately, causing the spear to crack rapidly and explode in flames, and the heavenly body was directly blown to pieces, and several black warriors around him were torn apart, "you are all going to die! ”

The heavens split apart and turned into yellow sand.

It regressed about four or five meters before regrouping again.

The wings of King Silver cut like a blade, and the heavens raised two blades of sand to block the attack.

The Silver Wing Wang wanted to kill the heavens in one round, but suddenly felt something was wrong behind him. When he looked back, a black figure appeared from the other direction, and he quickly bypassed all the battle areas to reach the central monster tree.

With a razor knife in each hand, he went straight into the tree, and the horrible energy burton swept through the entire space, and the tree burst out of the middle on the spot.

Everlasting night strikes at this time.

He succeeded in temporarily cutting off the temple's control with two knives.

Thus, for the next period, the temple will lose its ability to generate energy from the outside, and all royalty will suddenly be weak, even fighting for the most part.

Cloud eagles don't even know what's going on.

Didn't Heaven follow the Wolf Sword? Even if he was one of Candleshade's men, who was arranged by Candleshade to fight the Silver Wings, why did he show up here? And show up this way?

The heavens and the everlasting nights began to confront the Silver Wings.

Though very powerful, the power of the Silver Wing King was first rebuffed by the spirit and now severely wounded by the heavens, and his infinite source of power has now been temporarily cut off.

Most importantly, the energy core is interrupted and the boundaries of Giant Tree City will expire in a short time.

The situation was thus reversed at once.