quicksilver blood

Chapter 293 The Collapsed Tree
When the distorted barrier leading to the sky blurred and then dissipated, the wizards really jumped for a moment.

But only for a split second—and then that hope of survival was transformed into an equal amount of desperation.

To the west of the White Pagoda, a huge golden figure hundreds of meters high stands 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 wizards couldn't even see his face clearly.

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

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

But even the greatest heretics in the world still feel terrified when they face the avatar of Tell in person.

This has nothing to do with the strength of one's own will.

As long as it is a human being, seeing the legendary god descending in person, no matter what, he can only feel his own humbleness.

The moment the distortion barrier disappeared, the golden figure raised the scepter in its hand.

"Whoever is ungodly—"

A rumbling sound like thunder resounded in the sky.

Then, it was dawn.

——that's the only way to describe it.

With Tire's avatar as the center, hundreds of thick beams of light descended from the sky, covering almost two-thirds of the White Tower.

All the wizards who touched the beam of light instantly burst into flames.The scorching air that echoed around the beam of light completely drowned the wizards.The building is completely ablaze.

It was exactly the same divine spell as the Yangyan Blast that Saier had performed before.

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

Because the purpose is not to attack fortifications, but to massacre—Tyre's divine spell was not very concentrated this time, but completely dispersed, leaving a large gap between the beams of light.

But that doesn't mean Thiel's men show mercy.

The so-called Yang Yan Explosion, naturally "explosion" is the theme——

"——Necessary to suffer!"

Suddenly, the radiance of the scorching sun suddenly burst open.

A trace of crimson suddenly rose from among the hundreds of golden beams of light that pierced the entire white pagoda into a sieve.The beam of light that shone with golden light burned at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a red-gold pillar of fire.

Then the pillar of fire swelled up and turned into a golden hurricane. The crimson flames were hidden in the storm, destroying everything the storm swept through.

The air became hotter than ever.The entire White Tower and all the buildings started burning without exception.The protective barrier from the flames didn't work. The wizards on the ground burned their skins while running, and died wailing. The temperature underground also increased rapidly at a terrifying rate. Wizards without the ability to fight directly The skin on the bodies of ordinary residents and ordinary residents has turned hot and red, and sweat splattered on the ground, and then turned into hot flashes of water vapor that echoed in the air.

The underground refuge room has lost its meaning at this time.The steel gate was distorted and deformed under the high temperature, making it impossible to open. If it wasn't for the barrier protecting against high temperature, just touching the gate would cause burns.

The temperature in the refuge room is reminiscent of blacksmith shops and boiler rooms.The extremely hot air has already made some children and the elderly feel sick and dizzy.

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

Storms are connected with each other, and fire storms from different directions come together to form a new hurricane.The completely chaotic storm makes it impossible to predict its trajectory.

And even if there is no flowing fire wrapped in the storm, just being blown by the hot wind from a distance, the skin of the whole body will be dehydrated, dry and black at a speed visible to the naked eye.Even if he got out of the envelope of the hot wind in time, his whole body would be weak and lose more than half of his body weight.

Naturally, this couldn't be a pure energy attack.

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

On the downside, the mention of the sun conjures up images of drought.Then famine, riots, scorching heat.And these people's subconscious considerations about the formation of the "sun" will bring corresponding power to Thiel.

Today, both the sun and justice have become Tyre's exclusive domain.Not only the two priesthoods themselves, but even the extended priesthoods have been completely swallowed by him.

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

But even Tire's incarnation only had time to deliver such a blow.

It wasn't Anvelia and Scott blocking it, or Clavier or Palbuccico coming back—it was a great pathos that calmed the world.

It was like the pain of the death of a loved one, and also like the despair of seeing one's own death approaching. An indescribable great sorrow made everyone in the whole world freeze for a moment.Even Tire's hand holding the scepter froze in the air.

The next moment, a huge phantom appeared in the starry night sky.

It was a huge, three-dimensional, pure white tree that was constantly moving.Composed of rings, lines, and runes, it looks like an inaccurate pyramid with only outlines or a raised window grille.

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

The magic is that no matter where people are at this time, they can look up and see a complete tree diagram.

If you look for it carefully, you can find the shadow of human beings in one of the rings.Inside that ring are written endless runes, each set of runes being a new characteristic of the Man it records.

However, it is not complete.

Those with a keener intuition immediately realized that He should be a part of a larger and greater existence.On the remaining part alone, some rings were still dyed a faint yellow, some rings were distorted, some threads were torn off, and runes were graffitied.Even if it is a relatively complete part that remains, if you have enough insight, you can see that the color of those lines is obviously much lighter than that of the rings and runes.

But actually they are 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 as the great sadness appeared, everyone stopped fighting at that moment, raised their heads and quietly looked at the incomplete but still beautiful huge tree diagram.

That is Kabbalah, the tree of life, the saint who is in charge of mutation and evolution, division of ranks, and blessing of new life.

"My children..."

At the same time as a vague, disturbed sound came from the bottom of everyone's heart, a crisp sound like ice breaking came.The tattered lines supporting His body finally broke apart, and a large piece broke instantly like a chain reaction. Some rings exploded, and some rings completely turned into dim yellow, and were thrown upwards out of the sky.

The rest of the runes, together with the white ring, fell scattered towards the ground like rain, and disappeared suddenly after touching the ground.

At this moment, all living beings feel that certain connections in their blood are cut off at the same time, certain repressive protective measures are cancelled, and all existences in the world simultaneously begin to produce some small but real mutations.

At the same time, in the corners that no one has found, more than a hundred kinds of creatures—plants or animals shone with white light at the same time, and then collapsed, and the entire race just disappeared into the air out of thin air.

Tire sighed deeply, and bowed silently but extremely respectfully to his falling wreckage with the etiquette of the Sun Dynasty thousands of years ago.

After about half a minute, Tire raised his head calmly, looked at the several people standing in front of him, and slowly clenched the scepter in his hand.

(End of this chapter)