Chapter 350 The Final Battle

"Do you crave power?"

Ates raised his head and looked at the tall figure enveloped in flames.

It was a shadow as strong as a mountain. Two pairs of thick horns extended upward from the monster's head to form a shape that resembled a crown. Behind it were majestic black wings like a canopy. Its whole body was pitch black, but only those eyes emitted light. The scarlet light pierces through the heavy haze and is breathtaking.

Artes had become very weak.

Blood loss, hypothermia, unhealing wounds on his chest and abdomen, and long-term malnutrition made his face now horribly pale.

But for some reason, an inexplicable force surged out of his bones.

A will burning like fire supported him to get up from the ground and stand in front of the shadow.

"Um!"

Ates nodded.

He noticed that there were other miners standing beside him, with a look of determination on their faces.

"Hahaha, very good!" A majestic laughter came from the shadow, "Not bad. Three hundred years have not worn away your pride, but you have to think about it, a gift, a gift Discipline.”

"You have accepted my gift now, then you must follow my precepts in the future."

"Of course!"

"As long as the aliens can be driven out, it's not a big deal even if it means sacrificing your own life."

"We've had enough of the way we used to live."

Voices in twos and threes came from the team, people said loudly.

Make decisions without hesitation.

"very good."

Garen raised his hand, and countless streams of light fell from his fingertips and penetrated into the bodies of the miners.

The Big Bone Mine is a very harsh environment, with no sunlight, adequate nutrition, and even no good rest. The lives that survive in that environment are tenacious enough. In other words, their vitality is stronger than ordinary people.

After receiving galleons of radiation.

Ates felt as if his blood was burning, and the severe pain almost made him faint instantly.

But he understands.

This is a trial, and if he cannot survive it, then the only thing waiting for him is death.

He gritted his teeth, blood oozing out from between his teeth, and his skin was as red as cooked prawns. However, in the severe pain, Artes's life potential was fully activated, and the long and narrow wounds on his body healed quickly. , the muscles expand in constant rhythm.

The whole process lasted for more than half an hour.

When the ceremony was over, Ates collapsed and fell to the ground, gasping for air.

The first thing he felt was fatigue.

Then, every second of his life was filled with a sense of rebirth, and unparalleled vitality flowed through his veins. In the past thirty years, he had never felt as powerful as he did today.

When he raised his head, the majestic figure had disappeared.

Instead, there was a girl with long brown hair and gray-blue eyes.

She silently stared at the new radiated race. The huge radiated beast lay next to the girl like a docile cat.

"Congratulations."

Clesia said softly, "You will feel honored by your choice today."

"Thanks."

Artes is recovering well, but his lips are still a little dry and hard.

He said his thanks unnaturally. The girl in front of him looked slender and thin, but she could easily smash a heavily armed super-heavy orc into a pulp on the battlefield.

Therefore, standing in front of the Dragon Tooth Soldier girl, Ates was instinctively afraid.

Fortunately, companions stood up from the ground one after another beside him, their faces also filled with the joy and relief of being reborn.

Clesia clapped her hands, and behind her, the Cylons took out food and supplies from the warehouse and distributed them to the people who were surviving the disaster.

There were so many things that happened in the past two days that were so magnificent, even more colorful than Artes' half-life experience. Even now when things came to a brief end, Artes still found it difficult to recover from those experiences.

With a dull expression, he took the food and water from the hands of the Cylons and thanked them softly.

The slender girls responded with friendly smiles.

This actually made Ates a little overwhelmed. He had never seen such a beautiful woman. After the food was distributed, he found a shady place to sit down.

Ates raised his head.

Looking at the blue sky without a single cloud.

He just slapped himself with a "pop" sound. He held the food tightly, his body couldn't help shaking, and his red eyes were filled with tears.

"It's so good that I'm still alive..."

…

"This is impossible!"

The high priest slammed the golden scepter on the ground and sternly rejected the orc prophet's request.

"Lord Cassilis, the reason why you made such a decision is because you did not see the face of that monster with your own eyes." The face of the orc priest was full of fear. He waved his arms, his spirit collapsed, and he argued loudly. , "That monster is bigger than a mountain, and the fire he sprays from his mouth is enough to change the landscape. When he is angry, the night becomes as bright as the day. He is a natural disaster walking in the world, far beyond what we can match."

"I understand what you mean."

The eyes of the orc high priest Calixis are as deep as the abyss.

He was tall, with a simple layer of robes covering his rough skin, and his large muscles were exposed.

The well-developed muscles are enough to rank among the best among the orc tribes full of monsters. The strong vitality burns like a flame, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"The life forms at the restricted area level are indeed very powerful. But a hundred years ago, when this land still belonged to the insect swarm, we had not defeated existences of the same level. In front of the ancient Star God, the life forms at the restricted area level were no more than It’s just a fragile baby.”

The old prophet raised his head.

From his perspective, the high priest in front of him was like a stone statue, with no expression on his face.

Behind him stood two rows of orc warriors holding long swords. Their eyes were sharp, and they exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

The prophet was shocked by the invisible momentum.

He stammered, "But more than a hundred years have passed since that war."

"Are you questioning the existence of the Star God?" High Priest Calixis' voice turned cold.

"No, it's not."

Prophet Perun put his head on the floor and quickly explained, "What I mean is that we can end this war in a more secure way, let the beast go, and release our goodwill. This way unnecessary wars will not disturb the gods’ rest.”

"madness!"

The high priest said, "Once a war begins, the end can no longer be determined by unilateral wishes."

"What's more, those outsiders themselves are descendants of Terraria. They came this time to take back their land. We only have the option of fighting to the death." Gu Dao

"Or are you afraid that the beast made you lose all your will to fight, so that you chose to turn your back on the glory of God."

"I…"

Prophet Perun gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't."

"Then, are you willing to accept the power of the Star God and show your fangs towards that beast?"

Perun wanted to refuse, but the warriors behind the high priest had already set their sights on him. The cold and terrifying pressure made him have no doubt that if he chose to refuse, a dozen spears would pierce him in an instant. body of.

"I do."

"Very good." A smile appeared on the prophet's face, "Step back."

Perun's heart moved slightly, but he quickly realized that these words were not meant for him. Because, after the high priest finished speaking, the warriors behind him hid in the darkness and disappeared.

"Are you ready?"

Perron nodded and took a deep breath.

In the next moment, his face turned red, his facial features were twisted and twitched, and his mouth seemed to be penetrated by invisible tentacles.

It was an indescribable experience. The surging force penetrated from the outside in, squeezing the soul to the edge of the body bit by bit. The next moment, invisible steel needles seemed to come from all directions, piercing through the skin, rolling and churning in the body, from the brain to the internal organs, from the muscles to the bones.

"That's what you need - power!"

The high priest said quietly, "At the same time, this is also a test."

The prophet used the greatest will to endure, tearing his chest with his hands, and making a drowning sound in his throat. The powerful force penetrated his body, causing his blood vessels to stretch until they were blue and black, and finally burst. Perun could not bear it. He let out a painful roar.

His old skin was taut, and then torn like tissue paper, peeling off his body in pieces, revealing blue-black muscles.

He was like a suffocating fish, his body curled up into a ball, until his eyes completely exploded, and half of his face was covered in gray mud-like tissue.

--he died.

"Perron failed."

The high priest stood up with his scepter and looked indifferently at the indistinguishable piece of minced meat in front of him. He placed his hand above the flesh and held it in the air, "But you have proved your piety. Your sacrifice is meaningful."

Dark green spiritual energy gathered under the palm of the high priest, like a rolling hurricane.

He retracted his hand, and the spiritual energy in his body was rapidly increasing in a way that could be seen with the naked eye. At the same time, the rough skin of the high priest became as smooth as a baby.

And the opposite.

It is the body of the prophet Perun.

In less than half a minute, it felt like several years had passed.

It became rotten and decayed, and the foul smelling corpse water flowed out from under the carrion, staining the floor of the temple.

"Clean this place up."

The high priest said lightly, and soon a warrior came out of the shadows.

Another golden-armored orc warrior who looked like a leader came to the high priest, half-kneeling and asked, "What should I do with that beast? Kill him?"

The high priest closed his eyes and thought for a while, "No need for now, just drive out the assassins sent by the aliens."

"clear."

The golden-armored orc replied angrily, and then strode out of the temple.

…

It took two days to marshal the troops involved.

Garen set off again.

He set out from the Big Bone Mine, and his goal was Quin, the central island of the Santorinian Islands.

The island is the largest among the archipelago, with fertile land, endless plains and superior waterways. It was a maritime trade center in the Golden Age.

Now, it is the origin of the orcs.

If the information provided by Adam is correct.

Then, the most likely location of the Star God should be Quinn Island.

The orcs were not particularly difficult to deal with, but the Star God standing behind them was able to drive away the Zerg King entrenched here in the past, and was obviously a very powerful character.

That was the real opponent.

However, what surprised Garlon was that.

Even when the orc tyrants were killed, the beasts still put up a stubborn resistance.

Not only did they refuse to release Nero, but they also drove the Dragon Tooth Soldiers who were negotiating out of the city without any hesitation. Fortunately, the orcs followed some etiquette in diplomacy and did not choose to attack the negotiators.

Otherwise...

Garlon rose to the sky, and the vast sea was dotted with islands.

This corresponds to the storm sea in the subspace.

However, the environment of the Santorinia Islands in the physical universe is quite good. Under the clear sky, the sea is as calm as a mirror. Unfortunately, the sea presents an unhealthy gray-blue color, and most of the islands and reefs in the Santorinia Islands have lost their vitality.

Garlon was flying leisurely, not very fast, his huge body hidden in the clouds, and his posture was like an emperor touring his territory.

Avoiding a cumulonimbus cloud flashing with lightning, Garlon arrived at his destination.

Sinking and diving.

During this process, Garlon's body was constantly shrinking, and finally turned into a half-dragon man and appeared outside the orc capital.

It was a tall city, and from the details, it was still the kind of disorder presented by the orcs as a whole. Various colors of metal were piled together to form fortifications, and there were colorful turrets on the city walls.

But if you put it as a whole.

The city wall as high as 100 meters still gives people an indestructible visual impact.

Quinn Island is the largest island in the Santorinia Islands, and of course it is also home to the largest number of orc tribes.

In the century-long war, artillery fire melted the royal city again and again until it became what it is today.

Moreover, after the orcs refused to negotiate under the pressure from outside, thousands of nearby indigenous tribes, large and small, all gathered in the royal city, showing a posture of fighting to the death and never giving up.

Before Garlon arrived.

McNealy had stationed a large number of troops in front of the orc royal city through the Inquisitor battleship.

The Radiation Legion, the Athas Legion, and the liberated local slaves made the scale of the joint army even larger than when they just arrived.

As more and more forces gathered on both sides.

The atmosphere around the royal city became more and more depressing and tense, and with Garlon's arrival, this atmosphere was directly pushed to the peak.

At dusk.

The orcs took the initiative to attack the coalition forces. If nothing unexpected happened, this war would be the final decisive battle.

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