Chapter 1174 I Am Steel

The River Styx surges across the interior and exterior.

When the machine god who had been fighting fiercely till now raised his face again, the severe coldness in his eyes still made the rulers feel chilly.

Even though it was already riddled with holes and approaching the limit of destruction.

But he still stands in front of hell.

The broken armor is like skin, the broken lines are like texture, and the exposed joints are like bones full of cracks... At this moment, the dying giant seems to be nothing, facing the wind of destruction, moving straight forward.

The storm of the Thunder Sea and the sea of ​​blood of the ruined country could not bury him.

The will from the sublime adhered to the dead iron, causing the steel giant that was already on the verge of collapse to move again. The sword of judgment surged with flames, roared, and tore apart the giant monsters crawling towards the shadow realm.

It was like tearing an insignificant piece of tissue paper.

"Wasn't it very hot just now, everyone? Why go in such a hurry——"

In the rain of blood, Osiris smiled hoarsely and issued an invitation to his enemies, "Don't worry, we have just begun!"

So, the broken stars burned and rushed towards the abyss again!

Just behind him, the turbulent torrent of the Styx blocked all paths, leaving only one option for his opponents.

The war is not over yet.

With this surging death as our boundary, we will not stop until we die!

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In the River Styx, on the high-hanging World Tree, Gaia neighs, and the elegy climbs up endlessly, so harsh.

It's like a final, dying struggle.

At the top of the World Tree, the seven miraculous signs were trembling and flickering rapidly, unsustainable.

It was impossible to tell whether what was ravaging the eardrums was the elegy or the wail of the World Tree.

No one knows whether Gaia, after experiencing repeated heavy losses, can be bound and isolated by this shackles...

Asgard, Nifenheim, Jotunheim, Muspelheim... use nine different miraculous seals to replace the nine realms defined by Northern Europe with nine different hell essences.

After pouring all the divinity in the Pantheon and Vulkan's forging, the World Tree was finally forged around the 'atrium' represented by the Sword of Heaven!

And only the part representing the atrium is the real focus. All the other miraculous engravings are designed to suppress the existence of the "Atrium" field.

In order to truly transcend destiny, Odin searched the entire territory and mobilized the power of the entire Nordic pantheon to create this miracle that could truly encompass the present state. He intended to hang it on it and obtain it through self-sacrifice. The essence among the three pillars prevents the arrival of Ragnarok.

But after exhausting all his efforts, what he got was still nothingness.

Rome worked hard to restore it during the gambling game. It was originally only used as a backup when the Great Mystery could not be established.

But now, if there is anything on the chessboard that can stop Gaia, I'm afraid it's the only one...

But, can it really succeed?

Mars stared intently at the giant steel tree that was shaking violently between heaven and earth in the distance.

Eyes widened.

Not willing to blink for a moment.

After exhausting the reserves and power of the Pantheon, he now has only the last strength left to prop up his body. Apart from waiting, the only thing he can do is pray.

But praying won't help.

Now that the gods are dead, Gaia even stands on the opposite side of humans and has become their opponent.

Nothing can protect them anymore.

They have to stand in front of others to protect the only world they have left.

Until one day, the torrent of destruction drowned them.

Until then, he could only hold on to his spear and wait for the result to come.

And the sound of cracking echoed between heaven and earth.

Every moment, countless roots grow out, but new cracks appear on the heavily covered blockade. The swords wedged into Gaia trembled violently, were twisted by Gaia's struggle, and flew away.

Terrifying heat spurted out from the cracks, burning the face of the mother-in-law into pitch black.

That old face no longer had the ferocity and cruelty of the goddess of revenge, nor the solemnity and nobility of the gods and Buddhas. However, covered by countless scars, only one pair of pupils still glowed with light.

"I will offer this remnant body to the Lord of Lijia!"

The old woman shouted hoarsely, stretched out her hand, grasped the bronze rod that Hanuman had transformed into, and poured blood on it: "Mighty Holy Spirit, bear witness to me!"

The scarlet blood turned into the tip of a spear, which was held upside down in her hand.

Together with her soles, it penetrated into Gaia's chest and took root!

The miracle of activation was drawing out her blood and soul, revealing its final glory, suppressing the intense turbulence coming from the World Tree.

Snapped!

A soft sound.

Mother Nan's face stiffened for a moment, cracks appeared, and she turned back sluggishly.

Just above Gaia's face, a slender gap suddenly burst out of the layers of bound steel roots, stretching, growing, and spreading to both sides!

The cruel balance still did not favor their existence.

Even if I turn everything I have into a bargaining chip and sacrifice it, I still can't match the weight of Gaia.

Snapped!

Cracks grow.

The angel's light descended, and on the huge wheel, a pair of eyes quickly closed. The soul of the living saint rose up, exhausted all the power accumulated in the holy coffin, and turned into a flaming sword rotating in all directions, nailing The World Tree integrated miracles into this activated cage, slowing the expansion of the rift for a moment.

Following closely behind are the burning bones in the solar calendar stone.

A beam of flame as thick as blood fell from the revolving sun disk and fell into the World Tree. This was the last ray of sunset before destruction in the original era reflected by the first sun.

The spreading cracks came to a standstill.

But the ray of sunset that represents the last hope is gradually drying up. Trall burned himself, and the last fire in exchange for it jumped with difficulty, leaving only the candle in the wind.

This is the final countdown.

Huai Shi's eyes widened and she had forgotten to breathe.

But he suddenly heard a low roar in the wind, like mountains rolling on the earth...

Amidst the bursts of thunder, the figure appeared on the horizon.

Kuafu? !

The towering giant is running wildly.

Burning, swinging his arms, as if soaring, galloping towards the World Tree.

Wherever he passed, only barbell-like laughter echoed.

Just behind him, as the chains dragged, the palace filled with cracks was filled with flames.

Those are the fragments of the last miracle forged by the Eastern Xia lineage, all the power left by the Qing Emperor.

——Fuso!

"That idiot..."

In the life-saving cabin of the Holy Coffin Fortress, Qingdi under the oxygen mask could almost imagine Kuafu's unrestrained look now, and couldn't help but sigh.

Are you too old?

Can’t understand the vitality of young people?

No, even if the world is destroyed in front of your eyes, that kind of idiot shouldn't feel scared, right?

Is this a flaw or an advantage?

It's really hard to tell.

I just hope I can make it in time... I must make it in time!

Now, in front of everyone's gaze, Kuafu ran wildly again, turning his back on the sun and heading towards the countdown to destruction. Use all your strength to the end.

Screaming and roaring, he suddenly pulled the chains on his shoulders that were about to be embedded in the bones, causing the incomplete palace to suddenly rise into the air, swinging his arms, spinning, and flying towards the World Tree between heaven and earth!

"——Go to me!!!"

Just like this, dragging Kuafu who had lost all his strength, Fusang's remains soared freely in the wind, defying tens of millions of times of gravity, and once again obeyed Mother Earth's response and flew towards the World Tree.

However, before being integrated into the embrace of Gaia, it has already fallen into the sun disk of the solar calendar stone!

Charge the dim flame with light!

The last remaining flame of the candle jumped suddenly, collided crazily, and spread. The brilliant light shrouded the World Tree, continuously shed the light of the sunset, and integrated into the system of the nine worlds, blocking Reinforcement!

The complex mysteries symbolizing the divisions of the nine worlds reappeared from the World Tree.

The dirge stopped abruptly.

But a louder sound than that suddenly erupted from the blockade of the World Tree, causing waves of turbulence in the sky and the earth.

Like a heartbeat!

Massive amounts of blood spurted out from behind the cracks, flooding the desolate world and forming a scarlet ocean. And beneath those rapidly closing cracks, there was a flesh-and-blood arm that looked like a human being, suddenly piercing through!

Immediately afterwards, there is the second one!

Like a dying beast emerging from its cicada slough, shedding its dead skin.

This is no longer what can be described as a gecko's tail being cut off. Instead, it's as if the organ is detached from the trunk before the main body is about to completely die!

Everyone felt a chill that went deep into their bones.

Even if it means giving up most of her body and strength, Gaia will forcefully break away from the rapidly closing shackles——

But right in front of the crack.

What was waiting for Him was the cold light like a sword blade!

Want to run so easily?

not that simple!

On the pitch-black hull, a solemn iron light reappeared, and a high-pitched whistle like a whistle burst out along with the spray of tail flames.

"Command to the whole ship!"

On the bridge of the Nautilus, the leader of the Kingdom of Heaven raised his hand and pointed forward: "Raise the flag, adjust the course, and start all engine units!

——Target, element of destruction·Old Gaia! "

The sky tower buzzed and the ruins trembled.

Drawing out the endless death and essence on the battlefield, he used up his last strength.

Amidst the fanatical shouts and cheers of countless heroic souls, the burning emblem from the Utopia once again rose from the hull of the ship, leading the last afterglow of the stars in the sky.

There is no ammunition in the warehouse, no weapons in the sky, and no armor in the hell, but none of this matters.

There is another weapon that Kekan can use!

They themselves are still here!

The war is not over yet, the enemy is still close at hand, so there is only one choice before us!

accelerate.

Speed ​​up!

A ferocious outline emerged from the ruins and enveloped the ship. In the surging sound of the tide, the hatred of the past turned into a sharp blade, using the entire battleship as a javelin thrown towards the elements of destruction.

Breaking through the constraints of atmosphere and gravity, moving forward regardless of Gaia's screams and anger!

Collide!