Chapter 357 You Will Rise to the Sky

Chapter 357 357. You will rise to the sky

The golden bridge connected by the Ring of Glory soon reached the deepest point it could reach - that is, near the amphora.

It was like a cancer rooted in the symphony.

This journey was very difficult.

Even with the Heroic Corps, Treden, the army of magic beasts and magic plants, and even the friends of the Ring of Glory and Croa, it was still very difficult to get close.

Some of the Heroic Spirits had been invaded by the gray rain curtain, and the eternal magic was still fighting, but it could not stop the invasion of the rain curtain.

The Ring of Glory also felt a lot of pressure - the rain curtain here seemed to be the same as the "black silt" in the Styx that the goddess of the underworld had brought to him. Even the great power of the Ring of Glory's treasure of the sky could not destroy it.

He frowned deeply, and felt powerless for the first time.

Looking at the deepest part of the amphora, He suddenly shouted:

"Kroya!"

"You have to wake up!"

This action shocked everyone around. This is Mia! Mia, who is usually calm and composed! He actually uses this method.

It seems that there is nothing he can do but shout "Come on!"

After thinking about it, the crowd simply shouted along, accompanied by the roars and special sounds of the monsters and plants, forming a sound that can be said to be "excited".

But unfortunately, these sounds did not attract Kroya's attention, but instead attracted some "shadows" that were slowly forming in the rain curtain.

They can only be said to have a human-shaped body, all made of rain curtains, with countless sorrows flowing in their bodies, slowly approaching everyone.

At the same time, a strange buzzing sound was emitted.

Before Mia could speak, the Crystal Turtle of the Star Realm shouted, "Don't let them hug you!"

Its reaction was actually quite fast, but those monsters were even faster. They were like casting space magic in the rain. They were far away one second and appeared beside people the next.

The first to suffer were the Heroic Spirits.

The black shadow came behind them, standing silently, and three pairs of small black wings extended from behind. Two wings covered the eyes, two wings covered the feet, and the last two spread their wings and flew.

It looked like being hugged, flying directly into the rain, and soon disappeared in the gray rain, and no trace could be found.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Heroic Spirits were taken away like this.

"Seraphim?" Mia was surprised: "These shadows are the highest form of angels... Why?"

He waved his hand and sprinkled platinum light while asking doubts, forming a circle of magic circles around, blocking the approach of the shadows, but obviously it couldn't stop them for too long.

"Because disasters are all sent by 'fate', that is, 'heaven'."

Ivy replied: "Fate cannot be changed, and the pain sent by heaven cannot be stopped. Angels are messengers of 'heaven'."

This actually involves the ultimate secret of God. Others may not understand it very well, but Miffy Theodore and Daphne are very clear.

-Angels are highly bound to gods. All gods want to convey their will. In addition to spending huge amounts of divine power to send divine messengers, they can only use angels.

In this process, they are inevitably connected, and there will even be entanglements and links of divine power.

But angels are actually creatures created by fate, so gods...are actually just chess pieces played by fate.

If Cloya is not a wizard at this moment, but a god...

I am afraid that these "angels" are not embracing them, but Cloya who is surrounded by the rain and trapped in the deepest darkness.

Mia said softly:

"Let's do our best."

"He has not been corrupted by the angels yet."

"The more we kill, the easier it will be for him."

As for those heroes who were unfortunately embraced by the angels, as long as Kloya can wake up, it will not be a problem.

After saying that, He flew up directly, and countless rings around him vaguely formed a white-gold, extremely simple gun muzzle, aiming at the endless six-winged angels in front of him.

The next moment——

"Boom!"

The roar of the artillery directly covered all the sounds.

Countless white-gold light bombs dragged long tails, rushing into the formation of the six-winged angels like meteors, and then exploded violently.

The gray rain curtain was replaced by the devastating flames.

The artillery belonging to the Ark was materialized by Him. The Ark that could soar in the star realm certainly had endless firepower, which could crush everything, including sadness and confusion.

There is only not enough artillery, and there is nothing that can't be broken by artillery!

Seeing this, the others and the beasts and plants followed. With the Ring of Glory bearing the greatest pressure in front, they could also attack at will. For a moment, the rain curtain was completely suppressed by the roar and whistle of war.

...

At this time.

In the deepest part of the amphora.

Kloya was actually awake, he was more awake than ever before.

Even though there was a tall figure behind him trying to cover his eyes with wings, he remained unmoved, his eyes were clear and bright, watching everything in front of him.

"Ah."

"I'm really a little excited."

"There are a group of good subordinates and friends... and cute little guys."

There was joy in his voice, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the Seraph behind him: "Why do you want to cover my eyes so much? It's because if I close my eyes, hope cannot be captured." Well."

He was really grateful to these friends and subordinates. If they hadn't been bombarding him there, he wouldn't have discovered the weakness of this "Seraph" so quickly.

'Although there is a price to pay...' He looked directly at Seraph and had already made a decision.

Of course the black Seraph cannot speak.

But Croya suddenly approached it, and his cheek was only a few centimeters away from its human-shaped face, as if he was about to touch it.

There was a shining light in the young mage's eyes, like the sun's light wheel rotating, and there was a sigh of compassion in his voice: "Because you can't see, right?"

"!"

The black Seraph took a step back.

It seemed to be afraid of the light and pity in Croya's eyes, just like a shadow forever avoiding the sun, even though... its power could threaten Croya.

"Hope is priceless."

"I hope you won't be so afraid of me."

Croya took a step closer again, suddenly opened his arms, and hugged Seraph. The latter's body trembled violently, and the gray flowing on it reacted violently with the black rain curtain and the light on Croya's body. .

A hazy mist rose around, like water vapor.

It was wailing, wanting to leave - Croya also felt unbearable pain, the kind of pain that held all the sadness and despair in his arms, and he borne everything.

"It really hurts."

"The sadness of losing a friend, the pain of the death of a loved one, the inability to absorb nutrients, the inability to enjoy the rain and dew... Suffering is not a momentary rainstorm, but the humidity that lasts at the end of life."

Croya suddenly felt a little...comfortable?

However, as the pain increased, it seemed that even he was a little numb, and even the light around him began to dim, like an old desk lamp soaked in gray rain, emitting only a brightness that could barely be called light.

"Okay, come on and close my eyes."

"I feel very tired too."

He suddenly said this, and forcefully pulled Seraph's wings to cover his eyes. Poor Seraph couldn't resist his brute force at all, and almost forced him to cover his eyes with his wings.

The moment the extremely gray wings blocked his eyes, some rings of phantoms appeared on Croya's exposed skin, which were connected to form a complex magic circle.

Everything around him seemed to be gone, and even his power was blocked. All he could see and feel was deep dampness and coldness, soaking through his clothes and bone marrow.

"Yeah good."

"All ties with the sunflower have been stripped away."

He lay down comfortably and murmured to himself:

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"It's up to you..."

"You will rise into the sky and become the sun."

The sound gradually disappeared in the gray color.

Outside, all the rain curtains were converging on Croya who was standing over there, and it looked like he had swallowed up all the rain curtains.

When the rain curtain disappeared, the symphony on the ground gradually shone with a touch of brilliance, and one sunflower after another grew on the ground, each one golden-red.

"Huh?" Miya discovered this keenly. The contract between him and Croya still existed, but the latter's breath became weaker and weaker, as if he wanted to...sleep?

Isn’t that what gods would do?

After sensing it again, he discovered that Croya seemed to have used the Ring of Glory to seal the magic patterns of the gods, and sealed himself as a god...

And it seemed that some special methods were used. Even he could only barely feel that Croya still existed - it was almost impossible for others to sense it.

"Others?"

Miya suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky - the rain curtain in the sky had gradually been absorbed, and he could clearly see the outside world. It should be a sunny time, but there was no sun in the sky!

It’s the consciousness of the plane!

The plane consciousness rejected the arrival of the sun!

An indescribable feeling of shock echoed in Miya's heart.

What on earth could actually make the plane reject the sun?

——This answer was quickly responded to.

sunflower.

Among the sunflowers growing on the ground, there was the tallest one. Rainbow-colored water droplets and gray raindrops were slowly dripping from it, and its entire body turned into a bright golden red.

There is no fancy ceremony or halo.

It is flying towards the sky, and the [Cloya's Sun Replacement Technique] that was already close to perfection within its astral body has been completely perfected, forming complex and complicated magic patterns on the surface of its branches.

Every magic pattern is transmitting light like the sun.

The remaining rain curtain was quickly burned into white mist under the sun's light, and then disappeared.

"..."

Everyone in this space saw this scene.

sunflower! Gonna turn into the sun!

This is a very, very shocking thing. Not only the audience here, but also the gods and legends have their eyes widened.

"It wants to gain the authority of the sun?"

"Is Croya crazy? He doesn't want to go to the star realm?"

"Why?"

The one who couldn't understand it the most was Eurydice. He was even a little distressed. "The power of that sunflower can gain the status of a god in the astral world."

"Alas, what's the use of a sun god in the main plane!"

He really felt sad for Croa. Anyone who was willing to go to the astral world knew that no matter how good a plane was, it was just a world. The astral world had an extremely vast and beautiful scenery waiting for them.

Aiotes also felt very uncomfortable: "What a pity."

Such a spiritual magic plant... is really hard to see.

It is estimated that even the Eye of Ternas created by the Titans at the beginning is not as high as the future achievements of this sunflower. What it lacks is the accumulation of time.

Just when they were sighing and feeling that Croa was not worth it, the sunflower had completely risen to the sky and turned into a golden red sun wheel, emitting its own light and heat.

It was actually a little uneasy, because the music of "The Poem of Rainbow" in its body had been completely extracted. It couldn't even feel the existence of Croa, and only it was hanging alone in the sky.

This was an unbearable pain for it, which had been under the protection of Croa since its spirituality was born. The loneliness and solitude left by the rain lingered in its heart - it looked down at the world from a high position, but there was only endless emptiness.

The consciousness of the plane beside it was inviting it. It only needed a thought to have a shining godhead merge into its body, and the sun from the outside world would pass through it to reach this world.

All things would grow warmly in its light.

That was the great divine power that the Father of Light had been seeking.

Only the consciousness of the plane was above it.

For the demon plant, this should be the pinnacle, the pinnacle that could be reached, the achievement of the godhood, but it felt reluctant to accept it.

Its eyes looked towards the northern border where it had grown up.

It seemed to see its father smiling at it - its heart suddenly trembled.

"No." It replied to the plane consciousness: "I don't want your godhood, but you have to help me. I got the magic power of the Father of Light, which was obtained by squeezing countless people."

"I will give it back to them."

"..." The plane consciousness seemed to let out a short sigh, and then injected power into the body of the sunflower, and each of its petals began to ooze out sacred oil.

The oil and the vitality of the sky converged and turned into a golden sun rain, falling from the sky and baptizing the entire human world.

All the magic plants, monsters and humans were surprised to find that their strength had increased significantly. Those oils not only helped them recover, but also increased their "upper limit".

After a sun rain fell and the power of faith of the Father of Light was completely consumed, the sunflower did not hesitate at all and turned into a golden red meteor and fell towards the north.

All legends and gods witnessed the sun from rising to setting, and were shocked and speechless.

That was the godhood of the sun!

The sunflower didn't care, it fell quickly, the golden red light rushed through the rain curtain, smashed the poor black seraph into pieces, and then plunged into the arms of Kloya who was just a little sleepy.

The little sun was wiggling in his arms and acting coquettishly.

Kloya's body was shocked, and the sleepiness that he had barely brewed disappeared without a trace, and he was a little tearful - he really wanted to take this opportunity to have a good sleep!

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