Witch Wind

Chapter 263: The Fall of Taiya (Part )

There was no time to use conventional means of transportation, nor did he care about shocking the world, let alone thinking about the chain reaction that would be triggered by alarming the three forces of Yingjishi, Saint Norman, and the Church of the Holy Mother, as well as the committee and the Pantheon behind them.

Along with a slight whistling sound, a flying machine that seemed to be made of purple crystal, in the shape of a regular triangle, with a side length of more than ten feet, and three tips flashing with strong blue light, sprayed three long cold rays of light towards the ground. It smashed through the wet clouds of the plum rain season at an extremely fast speed, and fell straight from the sky towards the Consulate General of the Amy Federation in Pinghai City.

Oger, Osho, and four partners, formed a standard equilateral triangle formation in groups of three. With huge spiritual fluctuations surging around their bodies, they soared straight into the air with a roar and crashed into the aircraft.

The surface of the aircraft flashed with a cold purple light, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a stream of light, almost teleporting, flying dozens of miles, crossing the river, and hovering above the Jieshi Mansion in Pinghai County. The hatch under the aircraft opened, and strands of extremely fine cold light fell straight down like mist. Oger, Osho and others, wearing fully enclosed armor with a faint glow, jumped out of the aircraft.

"Where is Jieshi Gong Xing Tianli?" Og shouted sternly, "I am Og, his old friend!"

In the Jieshi Mansion, 360 totem poles, each ten feet high and as thick as a man's embrace, were glowing dimly, and blood-colored witch patterns lit up one after another. An extremely terrifying killing witch formation was ready to explode.

The Xingtian clan is a descendant of the golden god Rushou. Their blood is made of metal, and they are best at using the killing power derived from the golden avenue.

Oger and his companions leapt out of the aircraft and crashed directly into the core area of ​​the formation. They heard the sound of swords and knives roaring in all directions, gusts of cold wind rose from the flat ground, and sand and dust were blowing violently. Faintly, they could hear the roars of hundreds of millions of fighting spirits.

Amidst the sound of "chi chi", sharp flashes of knives, swords, spears and arrows flew into the air and gathered from all directions, faintly locking onto the bodies of Oger, Osho and others.

Oger and the others felt cold all over, and raised their hands in a hurry: "We are friends of Lord Jieshi... Don't do anything!"

The group felt bitter in their mouths and their hearts suddenly twitched. Damn it, when did this change begin? When did these ancient, conservative, dull, backward, uncivilized natives of the East Country, like wild monkeys, master such incredible power?
In the equilateral triangle aircraft, several beautiful women, also wearing fully enclosed armor made of crystal, were looking at the light curtains in front of them that were flashing dazzling red light with horror.

The aircraft's monitoring system kept sending out warnings. It had detected that the external witch array was enough to cause fatal damage to this small-scale main combat aircraft within the atmosphere.

These women could not understand the reason behind the existence of this killing witch formation in the Jieshi Mansion.

This triangular aircraft is the culmination of the wisdom of the entire Atayal civilization during the century-long war of faith. Such a small aircraft with a side length of more than ten meters cannot cause devastating damage to it even if it is hit head-on by a heavy fusion weapon with a yield of tens of millions of tons.

How could this small Jieshi Mansion be built just by relying on the 360 ​​stone pillars that are visible to the naked eye and are glowing red?

Loud, enthusiastic cheers rang out simultaneously from the intercoms of Oger, Osho, and the women.

"Praise to Amitābha!"

"Praise Anus!"

"The Temple of Amitābha, the Temple of Anus, the ultimate world-destroying divine weapons, 'Shadow of Amitābha' and 'Shadow of Anus', have been activated... They will strike hard at these evil invaders and bring them complete destruction!"

Oger and Osho were horrified and cursed angrily.

"Are you kidding? The ultimate world-destroying divine weapon? At the end of the Hundred Years' War, when the two great temples signed the peace agreement, didn't they publicly announce that the two divine weapons had been completely destroyed?"

"Moreover, at that time, both the 'Shadow of Amitābha' and the 'Shadow of Anus' were less than 60% complete... When did they complete them?"

Oger, Osho, and all the members of the vanguard troops under the command of the forward base of the deep space troops of the Atayal people who invaded this world were all horrified and cursed. Regardless of whether they believed in the moon god Amitābha or the sun god Anus, or even among them, there were a few believers of the original mother goddess Atayal...

When they heard that the Temple of Amitābha and the Temple of Anus had actually directly activated the world-destroying divine weapons that were rumored to be powerful enough to completely destroy the Taiya Star...they all began to greet the top leaders of the two temples with the dirtiest and most vicious words they knew!

What on earth do they want to do?

The Hundred Years' War almost destroyed the entire Atayal civilization. The entire world has become a doomsday scene... Didn't they, the pioneers of the deep space force, leave their homes, take huge risks, board unreliable star ships, cross the vast void, and rush to Atayal's sister planet, Tailan, just to save their own civilization?

Ok.

Ok.

They worked so hard on the planet Tailan and finally took control of the entire Aime Federation and finally had a huge influence in this world. They worked hard, plundered huge amounts of resources, built new star ships, and sent those resources back to the planet Taiya bit by bit.

Those resources...did you use them all to continue building the two world-destroying divine weapons?
Members of the Xingtian clan rode giant eagles into the sky, circling and surrounding the triangular aircraft that was hovering a hundred feet above the Jieshi Mansion. They held large axes and flashing javelins in their hands, locking onto the aircraft and Oger and the others: "Lord Oger? My eldest brother is not in the mansion. What can I do for you?"

"Tsk, this thing you guys are riding on looks pretty fancy."

"How much is it? Can you sell one to us brothers to play with?"

Oger exhaled, and with his right hand he touched his helmet, which turned into mercury-like liquid and slid down silently, revealing his face. He looked at the burly, majestic bodies of the Xingtian brothers, and their rough but well-defined faces, and cursed them fiercely in his heart, "barbarians", and then quickly put on a smile.

"So, my dear friend, Lord Xing Tianli of Jieshi, where did he go?"

Oger was chatting with the Xingtian brothers who were on duty at night, while Osho, a few of his men, and the women in the aircraft were listening carefully to the 'live broadcast' of the battle taking place over the Atayal planet that was being transmitted back from the outpost, the huge metal palace in the sky, through various transfer stations in the void.

Atayal Star.

Its geographical features are extremely strange. On the equator of the planet, there is a discontinuous archipelago belt. The largest ones are as big as three or five counties in the Eastern Shenzhou, and the smallest ones are only three to five hundred acres in radius.

Apart from the North and South Poles, there are two continents covered by glaciers thousands of feet thick; apart from the long archipelago belt on the equator, there are only two huge landmasses on such a big planet, but they are located on the east and west sides of the planet. No matter the size of the land or the landform environment, they are very different.

These two lands were named 'Anus' and 'Amite'.

The huge and strange object that those ancient great witches were "riding" was 36,000 miles high and was suspended in the sky above the continent of Amitābha. Endless evil power gushed out and thick fog was spreading from the sky, making the sun dim and the temperature of the world dropped a lot.

Just as Oger, Osho and others were listening to the battlefield record above Pinghai City, accompanied by loud prayers, the top of the 27,000-foot-high sacred mountain in the center of the 'Amit' continent suddenly cracked, and deep purple cold light shot up into the sky.

Along with a low roar, a thousand-foot-tall humanoid weapon made entirely of dark purple crystal, with a mostly transparent body and shaped like a slim girl in armor, slowly rose into the air.

This huge humanoid weapon exudes terrifying spiritual fluctuations all over its body, and there are thirty-three layers of divine light lingering behind it. Each layer of divine light is condensed from three layers of inner and outer spiritual power that has almost condensed into substance.

Thirty-three archbishops of the Amitabha Temple, all with white hair, had a vast spiritual power that was almost condensed into substance, turning into a visible liquid that rippled out of their pores. These guys had lived for who knows how many years, using secret methods, secret medicines, and some technological power to refine their spiritual power to an incredible level.

Their internal organs, muscles and bones had almost melted away, and the whole person was just a piece of human skin wrapped with huge, pure, and incredible spiritual power. In their minds, the terrifying spiritual power had almost condensed into a materialized crystal, which was constantly emitting waves of powerful and unparalleled spiritual shocks.

Their spiritual powers were connected as one, they gathered in the brain of the 'Shadow of Amitabha', they controlled this world-destroying divine weapon with a sophisticated structure and terrifying power, and slowly flew out from the belly of the sacred mountain, hovering above the temple for a while, and then, amid the cheers of countless devout believers, the 'Shadow of Amitabha' gently raised his hands.

Thirty-three swords made of a strange material, as slender and graceful as crystal, flew out silently, circling the shadow of Amita. At first, the trajectory of these slender flying swords, which were hundreds of feet long, could be seen with the naked eye.

But soon, the speed of these flying swords exceeded the speed of light known to Xing Tianli in his previous life on Earth, reaching a terrifying speed of millions of miles in the blink of an eye. The cold light was full, and the void was torn apart.

The shadow of Amitābha was suspended in the air, and crystal weapons such as the fire wheel, javelin, and heavy shield appeared beside him. The thirty-three temple elders, their strength, their consciousness, their wisdom, their combat experience, everything about them was connected as one through the spiritual network.

Hundreds of millions of Amitabha believers provide them with constant spiritual support in the vast spiritual network.

They began to become familiar with the power of these magical weapons.

After all, after the battle, although the Temple secretly and stealthily completed the construction of the Shadow of Amitābha, there was no chance to test it before. They still needed some time before they could truly control this heavy weapon to fight.

On all sides of the sacred mountain, around the ruined cities, and in steel fortresses of all sizes, loud alarms were sounded.

This is a remnant of the last war.

In the hundred-year war of faith, all cities, towns and villages were destroyed, and bomb craters of all sizes were scattered everywhere.

The terrible war almost exhausted the world's normal resources.

They were unable to rebuild the city, so they simply collected some usable resources from the ruins and repaired their extremely sturdy battle fortresses to use them as their current place of survival.

Battle fortresses roared, and the huge energy furnaces, driven by spiritual power, output huge amounts of energy at full power. Solid ground made of steel slowly opened up, and countless triangular aircraft took off with sharp whistles, flashing with a hazy light, turning into strands of extremely fine light, flying towards the huge and strange 36,000 miles in the sky.

In just a quarter of an hour, within a radius of 100,000 miles around the Amitabha Temple alone, more than 200,000 exo-atmospheric high-speed destroyers had taken off from large and small steel battle fortresses.

But according to the peace agreement signed by the two great temples...

Ahem, these high-speed destroyers that can easily destroy a city should have been destroyed and recycled ten years ago. Their body materials and internal furnaces should all be used to build a defense field to isolate radiation, or to build various large-scale equipment for purifying the air and water to ensure the basic survival of the people.

But now, more than 200,000 high-speed fighter jets took off around the Amitabha Temple alone.

About 30% of the fighter planes were brand new, without any scratches on the surface. They were clearly brand new items manufactured completely after the war!

Amidst the low roar, more than 3,000 large warships in the shape of a regular triangle, each with a side that was a hundred miles away, slowly took off into the air. Their speed was far inferior to those high-speed destroyers, but they were filled with a majestic mental force field, and their crystal cannons powered by mental force were flashing a suffocating cold light.

These warships followed the fighter jets that took off at high speed and headed straight for the huge strange figure in the space.

But there are also those that fly faster than those fighter planes...

Those were the launch silos that suddenly appeared in the corners of the ruins of the city, which seemed to be completely abandoned and covered with garbage, weeds, countless mosses and broken bricks and tiles.

With the dull roar of the mechanism, the circular armored covers with a diameter of several feet, like a thousand-year-old zombie struggling out of a coffin, gasped and suddenly opened the heavy ruins covering the top of the head. Then the majestic spiritual power rushed out, sweeping away all the waste above, revealing a clean, unobstructed launch channel.

Extremely sharp and violent hissing sounds came from the densely packed silos. In the blink of an eye, giant missiles with a diameter of more than ten feet, unusually tall and slender, and a large number of twisted lines on the shell, like talismans, rushed into the sky. The terrifying spiritual power drove the small furnace inside the missiles, and the dazzling crystal flames that spewed out stretched out for dozens of miles, pushing these missiles to reach a terrifying speed ten times higher than those high-speed destroyers in the blink of an eye.

More than 100,000 giant missiles flew into the air and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the giant monster floating above the Atayal planet.

Low, hissing laughter came from each of the huge coffins.

Thousands of old witches who had absorbed some blood and essence in the central islands of Dongyun and recovered some of their energy slowly stood up from their coffins. They raised their staffs made of bone, stone or jade, chanted spells, and incredible evil power gushed out.

Invisible evil forces formed a net, blocking the missiles.

More than 100,000 missiles fired at high speed suddenly lost all their power... The spiritual force that drove them to fly rapidly, as well as the tremendous energy erupted from the small furnace inside, were all annihilated in the blink of an eye.

Mental power was devoured.

The small furnace was completely drained.

These ancient primitive wizards are like greedy black holes, madly devouring everything around them.

No matter how advanced the technology of the Atayal people is, the materials of the giant missiles they made are nothing more than the five elements, which are nothing more than the transformation of the five elements' power and the five elements' matter...and the five elements' power, whether it is energy or matter, is the most delicious food for these mutated primitive witches!
One after another, huge missiles disintegrated out of thin air.

It contained an incredible amount of energy and possessed terrifying destructive power. One warhead was enough to destroy a city of a hundred miles. The warhead, which was surrounded by a faint light and seemed to be made of crystal, collapsed into dust in an instant.

Thousands of primitive great wizards took deep breaths of comfort, and wisps of gleaming dust flew rapidly into their mouths. Their skinny and shriveled bodies, covered with countless holes of different sizes, and seemingly ferocious bodies soon became plump and voluptuous. In their dry blood vessels, tiny traces of plasma slowly grew, gradually filling the blood vessels.

Their shrunken internal organs, like dried pig intestines, were moistened by blood, gradually becoming bright, moist and plump. They panted heavily, and waves of horrible, chaotic, primitive, barbaric and fierce witch power swept in all directions.

As a result, the efficiency of missile swallowing became higher and higher.

Thousands of primitive great wizards were allocated less than twenty missiles per person. They swallowed up these missiles in the blink of an eye. Their broken bodies were almost repaired, at least the tattered wounds had been mostly healed.

With extremely thin gray rays above their heads, they jumped out of the huge coffins with a roar and rushed towards the high-speed fighter jets that were rushing towards them.

The crudely shaped wizard staffs shook slightly.

The void vibrates.

Five thunders burst out.

The storm is raging.

Hail was falling everywhere.

There was also a hurricane with huge horns coming down from the sky. Thick dark clouds rolled down with the hurricane, just like thousands of Kunpeng birds lowering their huge wings, about to smash the entire world into pieces.

So many fighter planes, before they could launch a missile, produce an aurora or a high-energy particle stream, their bodies collapsed, and along with the pilots inside, they turned into wisps of faint light and were swallowed by these greedy primitive witches.

"Not enough, I need more!"

Low gasps echoed throughout the world. These primitive witches devoured a few hundred thousand fighter planes, but it aroused their more terrifying appetite. Their eyes flashed with cruel and vicious light, like tens of thousands of small suns. Their emerald green eyes made the vast land below turn into a pale green.

(End of this chapter)