Chapter 424 Galleons (Happy 51st Holiday)

Garen woke up in the Brass Temple and shook his body.

He slept for about half a month, and during this period of sleep he could clearly feel the further growth of his body and spirit.

Leaving the brass temple, flapping his powerful wings, golden flames emanated from his black armor and stomach, burning in the sky like flowing clouds, emitting a brilliance that was more blazing than the blazing sun.

He suppressed the tide-like power in his body but felt ecstatic about it. It was as if the heaven and earth were shaking between his breaths. With just his consciousness, he could stir up the underground magma and create an eternal fire. .

The essence of the world has never been so clearly displayed in front of him. In his childishness, the flow of elements is clearly revealed. The cyan wind, red fire, black earth and blue water are three-dimensionally visible like real objects. The naughty little things did not dare to go against his will, and were neatly arranged between the sky and the earth, like an army waiting for review.

With a single thought, Garen can modify the overall environment of an area within a thousand miles radius at will.

If you don't reach the top of the world, you won't be able to taste the delicious taste of power. This taste is far more addictive than the most hallucinogenic poison.

The people in the royal city raised their heads.

His eyes moved up, up, and up again, and finally turned into a ninety-degree upward gaze that stretched the skin between his throat.

That is their emperor.

Standing on the golden clouds, Garen overlooked the vast territory.

The azure ocean shows a slight arc at the end of the line of sight, and the sparkling waves are shining with the brilliance of broken gold. Then there is the golden city of Westeros, with pearl-like white towers dotting this rich land. on the land.

This vast land belongs to him, and he is the only king here.

After swaying his power wantonly, Garen felt a slight incongruity. He raised his head and looked towards the sky in the distance.

The black clouds gathered together like flowing turbid water and turned into a huge vortex that spread thousands of miles. The dragon-like electric current galloped across the black clouds, making a loud rumbling sound that shocked people's hearts.

In the center of the vortex, a blazing white light suddenly appeared.

First it was a thin and bright wisp, then it expanded rapidly, and in a moment it became as majestic as a mountain, enveloping the giant lizard at an astonishing speed.

The soft light seemed to have incredible power like a star explosion, and everything along the way died silently in the beam.

Clouds, air, seawater—even the Great Emperor himself.

Although the Destroyer Armor had been activated at the first moment, the giant lizard's huge body was still full of cracks like ceramics that had fallen to the ground, disintegrating inch by inch, turning into black gravel and disappearing in the light.

Rest, rest, rest!

Rays of blue light fell from the black clouds.

From a distance, it looks like a rainstorm formed by spiritual energy. But if you look carefully, you can find that those lights are definitely not raindrops, but high-level protoss units such as dimensional spiders, storm guards, and patrollers.

At the forefront of all units.

Grace Angel Grace wears a white-gold armor and has twelve snow-white wings stretched out behind her. He held a golden giant sword in his hand, and his solemn face was filled with solemnity.

"Kill them all!"

Grace waved her sword and gave orders to the army of gods.

That's right.

After deciding to launch a full-scale attack on the sentient world of Terraria, the target chosen by Calendia of the Eternal Sun was not the holy city where they had deployed many back-up plans.

On the one hand, the reason is that the previous operations failed to achieve good results in the Holy City. On the contrary, his own army suffered heavy losses.

The White Wolf Valkyrie twins are very guarded.

Under such circumstances, it is difficult to achieve the desired results by continuing the raid.

On the other hand, the reason is that the Holy City has also suffered serious losses in the past several wars. The defense may still have some strength left in the legacy of the golden era, but launching a large-scale offensive counterattack is a pipe dream.

Under such circumstances, the importance of the Holy City will be reduced a lot.

Therefore, the Archangel and the God King discussed and planned to attack Garon's territory by surprise.

Westeros has made great progress in the past cooperation with Brother Athas, and various heavy industrial production bases are scattered throughout it. A large number of people have migrated from nearby deserted islands and the coast of the South China Sea. It can be said that Westeros now has something of a world center.

If only this gathering place could be removed from the world of Terraria at the beginning of the war.

Well, no doubt about it.

The follow-up combat plan will proceed much more smoothly.

After the Archangel gave the order, the protoss army began to descend from the sky, each looking for suitable targets for raids.

A series of faint blue energy beams, dark red shadow weaver cannons, and black gravity weapons hit the island like a violent storm.

What surprised Grace was that Westeros's war capabilities were much better than he had imagined.

Pirates, irradiated beasts, and fanatical followers of the Great Emperor make up the majority of Westeros society.

Once the war broke out, almost every resident on the island of Westeros turned into an outstanding soldier.

They did not fall into panic due to the sudden arrival of war. Instead, they escaped the first round of saturation strikes under the mobilization of their commanders, and the counterattack came instantly.

A huge energy deflection shield appeared over the island, and the explosive melt bombs roared into the enemy's camp. It brought a lot of trouble to the powerful protoss army.

In the case of a sneak attack that consumes a lot of resources.

The protoss army did not have a complete upper hand. Such a feat was unheard of even in the golden age.

Grace's platinum brows frowned slightly, and a sullen look appeared on her face. With a cold snort, Gris clenched the giant sword in his hand, and Grace was about to join this war personally.

As for galleons.

Grace has long been forgotten.

How can an indigenous restricted area survive if the ancient god of natural disaster level personally takes action?

The only thing Grace was worried about was that the war would drag on for too long, which would attract powerful restricted areas in the world of Terraria.

However, the situation this time is different from before. Calendia is watching this battlefield. If things really develop to that point, the God King will come, and no matter how many restricted areas are there, he will not be an opponent.

At that time, the whole world has been turned into a sacrifice, and maybe I can stand at the same height as Father God.

"Roar!"

The angry roar interrupted the archangel's thoughts.

The continuous volcano woke up in the roar of the monitor lizard. First, it emitted a fiery plume of smoke, which was mixed with red volcanic ash. Then it spewed out a huge amount of magma, splashing overwhelmingly, covering the island layer by layer.

Things are developing in an unpredictable direction...

The archangel had a premonition that something was not going to happen, and he suddenly raised his sword and slashed it towards the gray-white beam of light. The powerful sword energy collapsed, and the divine power was like thunder in the sky, and the glow and flames swept across.

Violent golden waves erupted from the impact point, and unprecedented majesty appeared in the world of Terraria. Carrying the breath of a furious dragon, the noisy storm blew the archangel's wings back. The sea surface was twisting and sinking, everything around it was shattering, huge cracks appeared in the sky, layers of space were peeled off, and the subspace was turbulent. Emerge from it.

A huge black shadow loomed in the smoke, like an ancient giant.

Garen slowly walked out of the smoke. The Destroyer armor on his body was almost completely peeled off and disintegrated. The incomplete armor pieces were filled with dark red flames. His ferocious face was covered with lines of flames. The huge flaming sword that reaches the sky and the earth is held in his hand.

"The attack just now must have been Calendia's power. It seems to be nothing more than that..."

Unparalleled majesty.

Unparalleled will.

Unparalleled power.

Garen slowly raised his head, and his face was crisscrossed with flames. It looked ferocious but also had a thrilling beauty. In the deepest part of his boy's hole, golden light bloomed like a burning abyss flower.

"How can it be!?"

When Archangel Grace was born on the Arkworld.

Kalundia is already a natural disaster level existence. Its long lifespan can be traced back to the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago, when the gods ruled the river system and dominated the stars.

And now, the God King personally takes action to impose divine punishment, but the devil still has not fallen under the sword of Damocles.

Such a fierce god must be so terrifying.

Grace couldn't say more. He looked up at the black shadow with disbelief. It was obvious that he could no longer detect his life stance, and it was obvious that the God King's attack had hit, but why didn't this guy die? He even seemed to have become stronger.

Garon smiled ferociously and roared his filial piety heartily. Swinging the huge pillar sword that was more than 10,000 meters in his hand, the fire swept through the sky and the earth like a tidal wave, and the whole world was trembling. Grace stood in the flowing magma, surrounded by scarlet, and the frightening noise filled the eardrums. The flames of Tao Tian almost drowned him.

"hateful!"

Grace stepped back step by step.

He wanted to put distance between him and Garen, or it could be said that he was oppressed by the fierce power emanating from the enemy, showing his retreat in this unconscious way.

Not long ago, Grace's blood was still boiling with blazing fighting spirit, but now it is cooling down little by little. As if the hell snake of understanding slowly wandered into his heart, he clearly realized that he was getting further and further away from the goal of evolution and transformation, and that there was absolutely no way he could defeat such a vicious thing.

Grace could still barely protect herself with her own strength.

But he could retreat. Thousands of elites of the Gods behind the Archangel were destroyed.

The flames emitted from the pillar sword swept across and filled every corner of the sky. The violent power destroys the enemy's vitality unscrupulously. Whether it is the tenacious storm guard, the elite and flexible dimensional spider, or even the giant statues of the gods like mythical Titans, they all turn into huge fireballs in the flames, and after being completely burned, Falling into the sea, he was scrambled and bitten by the sea monsters foraging for food in the sea.

No, we have no way out...

The tragedy around her regained her courage and retreated into the shadows. He recalled a conversation he had with his Father that night. If even the will to fight is eliminated, then he will never have the chance to escape. Only by continuing to fight can we regain a glimmer of hope.

And, I have the help of God the Father.

Thinking of this, Grace suddenly stopped. He slowly raised the spear in his hand and pointed at Garen from a distance.

Garen suddenly made a loud noise, as if he was shouting filial piety or mocking. The voice was full of joyful meaning, as if the lord who had been fighting endlessly had finally grasped the power of the continent and climbed to the top of the world, roaring unscrupulously. He looked playfully at those guys who overestimated their capabilities and were wiped out in the flames with a arrogant expression. Arrogant, like the master of King's Landing.

As a large number of protoss elites perished in the world of Terraria.

The unlocking progress of the seventh template has been greatly improved again, and the most obvious change is that Galleons and other templates can more clearly feel the existence of the original power of the world.

He even had a delusion.

From now on, no one can raise their head in front of him without his permission.

This seems a little bad... The severely injured body and the control of powerful power brought two completely opposite experiences to Garen. Extreme pain and crazy ambition collided in Garen's spirit, turning into a huge wave.

"No, this power. As long as I can master this power, even natural disasters may not be my opponent!"

Garen pointed at the chest of Archangel Grace with his rough hooked toes. He did not continue to use the flaming giant sword in his hand, as if it was just an insignificant toy. After gaining more authority, Garen has learned how to use the power in his hands more precisely to crush any enemy who dares to bare his teeth.

The archangel was ready to attack, and tidal waves of golden radiation poured into his wings from all directions.

Grace seemed to have turned into a silhouette composed of pure light, and the blade in his hand exuded an indestructible sharp metal texture. He aimed at the dragon's heart and stabbed forward.

Under the extreme pressure brought by Gallon, Grace broke out in an unprecedented way.

The blade in his hand seemed to be faster than the light passing through the sky, and time seemed to stand still. The scalding hot wind solidified between the gaps between the feathers. The air was filled with the smell of hot sulfur, and the monster's face was full of ferocious expressions.

Poof!

However, this peak sword still failed to achieve any effect.

Garen's attack came later, and when Grace just raised the sword, his armor and stomach collapsed, piercing the archangel's chest.

There is no momentum at all, and there is no energy response at all. Garen's attack is illogical and impossible to judge. It is just like the supreme god puts his finger on your head, and he sends an oracle to order you to die. No explanation is needed. , you must die.

Grace fell from the radiation, was thrown away, and hit the burning island. A terrible bloody hole appeared in his chest, and the edges were covered with hot and black scars.