When Roland was trapped in the flame elemental plane, the chaotic battlefield on the main plane also fell into chaos.
Gods fell one by one, angels were as fragile as chickens, the chaotic space was gradually straightened out, and the furious Lord of Holy Light gradually found his goal. As a price, the golden divine blood was sprinkled all over the space.
Just like in the past, order and chaos once again clashed fiercely.
Evolution? Not necessarily, but it is ironic that the noble figures of the past died worthless. Of course, in the eyes of some beings, it may be worth it.
Chaotic space is like an ocean in a storm, full of deadly undercurrents and reefs. The chaotic space and cracks are more deadly than any death trap.
Under normal circumstances, the Angels of Order and the gods would have their own power to gradually correct the distortions and repair the cracks, but now, what they lack most is probably time.
Every moment, powerful beings fall on the battlefield. They are the sacrifices of this battlefield, and they belong to both sides.
The dead gods of order, their scattered souls, divine blood, priesthoods, and divine powers gradually neutralized this twisted area, paving the way to attack the Crystal Wall Gate.
Is this wasteful? Perhaps in the eyes of both parties participating in the war, it may not be.
The ancient bronze door is devouring all the sacrifices. The relief sculptures of twin goddesses on both sides of the door are slowly opening their pupils.
The slightly opened lips seemed to be saying something.
The goddess of order on the right is graceful and luxurious, her white robe is more like a work of art, her long golden hair exudes dazzling brilliance, and her blue eyes are shining with wisdom and compassion.
The white wings behind her back trembled slightly, and she clasped her hands together in prayer. Her eyes were full of sadness, as if she couldn't bear to witness the tragedy of the world.
The goddess of chaos on the left is coquettish and gorgeous. Under her short black hair are shining red pupils. The red pupils and black whites are a bit scary. The horns on her forehead are more playful and cute than ferocious.
Unlike her two-winged sister, Cynthia only had the demon wing on her left side. She did not wear female clothing, but wore bright red armor.
The classical armor only protected her vital parts. She held a red spear and jumped into the battlefield eagerly. Her heroic posture was more like the goddess of war than the lord of demons.
At this time, Cynthia had a smile on her lips, and seemed to be looking at everything in front of her with pleasure. She seemed to be very satisfied with the rich sacrifices, or even more satisfied with the fighting in front of her to please her.
This is probably the first time that the twin goddesses have appeared in front of the descendants, but they are surprisingly similar to their creations.
But since I could see the existence of this gate, I probably didn't have the heart to admire the faces of the two goddesses.
In front of this gate, Cavins, who always goes into battle lightly, rarely puts on heavy armor and is armed. After all, the opponent he is about to face is the Lord of Holy Light who was once recognized as the strongest in this world.
Even though the design has been weakened several times, even though the clones have been lost several times, the Lord of Holy Light is still the most powerful main god in the main plane after being repeatedly weakened.
Thousands of years of faith in the Holy Light, the power of faith dedicated by billions of devout believers, the Lord of the Holy Light without ego, has always been recognized as the strongest in this world.
The slowly rising sun in front of him made Cavins end his dormancy and prepare for the impact of the Holy Light camp.
Facing a powerful enemy that was theoretically impossible to defeat, not only did he not hesitate or worry at all, but his face was filled with excitement, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Let's make an agreement first. Carolan is mine. I will try the strength of the Son of the Abyss from the previous generation first."
His words did not receive a response, but the existence standing next to him was naturally at the top of the world.
Demons, devils, undead, dragons, humans, cultists, fanatics, this is probably the most diverse team in the world, and their leader's passionate emotions have undoubtedly inspired their fighting spirit.
But not everyone welcomes the end of the plan happily.
Danatis, who was eager to fight, was a little listless at this time. He just watched everything happening in front of him indifferently. He sometimes looked at Cavins with a complicated expression, but now that he was seriously injured and had not recovered, he probably had no choice.
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The ghost that stole heat and life, the solitary soul painted with color, stood alone under the gate, seeming to be studying the reliefs on it, with no intention of participating in the battlefield in front of her. For her, revenge on Roland was the only way.
is the only goal... But judging from the blank and thoughtful expression in her pupils, she couldn't even convince herself of this reason.
Another undead emperor seemed to have been stabbed by the holy light of the Lord of Holy Light, and was trying to eliminate traces of his existence.
Xiupruos, who had entered the main plane with great ambition, was squatting in the corner with a frustrated face.
He probably regretted coming to this world. Although he survived that battle, if he had other choices, I am afraid he would never stay here.
The same is true for the demons, high-level undead, and devils who survived the war before. When they were unable to leave this space, when the gods and angels of the Holy Light came to kill them, their race and identity
It was decided that they must fight for survival.
When the decisive battle between the pillars of Chaos and Order is about to begin, other residents of the main plane will naturally not sit back and watch the situation worsen.
Masters and archdruids are not useless. They have their own way of understanding the world. Even if the arrogant Holy Light camp still remains silent, the fact that the door is opening is still spreading rapidly in the mortal world.
One after another, floating warships, flying warcraft, and dragon beasts flew up in groups in silence. They followed the path opened by the Holy Light camp and headed towards the battlefield. The passengers on them were also very complicated, including humans, elves, orcs, dragons, and undead.
Mages, goblins, and even gods from other pantheons either sent clones, incarnations, or went into battle themselves.
When the end of the world is about to come, no one can wait quietly at home for everything to happen, even if he is an immortal god.
Although there is no god king in the natural god system, there are already two digits of high-ranking gods carried on the grotesque natural beasts.
Even though they had lost contact with Roland, the Hell Dragons still took action. The giant skeleton battleship between them, the super monster battleship covered with the aura of death and the underworld, also had the aura of gods in it.
The gods and giant beasts in the ocean finally left their sanctuary. They were carried by huge magic whales and shells and moved forward slowly.
The Cloud City, which was also moving slowly, had almost completely destroyed its main power in the previous battle. This time it still appeared on the front line of the battlefield, but it looked a little embarrassed being dragged away by giant dragons and beasts.
In the sky, traces of elemental creatures also appeared. The wind element lord and the earth element lord who had fought each other in the past were able to coexist peacefully on a battleship, and they were definitely not the only special case.
In this strange calm, amidst the pressure of the end of the world, the undead and angels can also walk together, and the Holy Light Priest can chat peacefully with the Necromancer.
The wood spirits also sent out their air fleet. Although all the Seven Virtues were present, their "Mother Queen" was not here.
Strictly speaking, at this time, Amyra is also fighting for this plane, but the situation is slightly different.
"Oh, isn't this the dry little girl who lacks 'nutrition' and hasn't graduated from the Electra plot yet? Give up, look at that cat, look at me, don't you still know Roland's hobbies? Even if
You are not his daughter, and it is impossible."
I'm completely speechless. Sister, are you really here to help me instead of trying to trick me? Why do you start taunting me as soon as you come on stage? Stop gesticulating on your chest. Eliza is about to go berserk! There's also a dead cat, don't do it at this time.
