The golden stream of light continued to move after destroying the second tower.
Its diameter is close to seventy meters. Anyone passed by it will be burned instantly. Even if it is only lightly brushed by the light beam, it will burn violently as if oil has been poured on it. Buildings will burn under the light.
Turned into ashes under the light.
In addition, there are light flows of different colors and sizes, such as dark gold, dark green and emerald green. There are thirteen types in total. The smaller the light flow, the faster it moves.
Wherever the dark golden light flow passed, creatures were instantly cut into pieces, and the ground and buildings were covered with scratches, as if they had been plowed by thousands of sword blades; while the dark green light flow made people look older, and the buildings
Things seemed to be decaying and rusting as if hundreds of years had passed in an instant.
The common point is that any color and any size of light flow is enough to obliterate any life below the golden level.
The thirteen light streams move randomly like children playing games. From their winding movement trajectories, it can be seen that the existence of these light streams does not have a very clear goal, and they are just wandering around.
And bring destruction and death so casually.
These streams of light are not divine spells performed by any priest, but divine punishments performed by the gods themselves. Their nature is no different from the punch that Elsax had previously punched. After the Watcher's barrier self-destructed, everyone
God doesn't even need to punch like the Lord of Violence - he just needs to release his purest divine power, which is enough to destroy the bodies of wizards.
If a priest of the gods stood under the pillar of light, not only would he not be harmed, but he would quickly increase his strength and recover from his injuries.
But the same divine power is a disaster for wizards without faith.
The distorted cylindrical barrier was unable to defend against the attack from directly above. Instead, it turned into a cage in the Colosseum, completely blocking the wizards' escape route.
After trying various means to fight against those streams of light but with no success, the wizards were completely desperate.
They want to escape and avoid the light flow that does not move very fast. And they do have that ability.
But in fact, even the moving speed that is slow enough to deal with it is one of the weapons of optical flow. Because of the difference in the moving speed of optical flow and the different positions of the optical flow, when facing multiple optical flows,
The countermeasures that wizards take must also be different.
Some people want to hide to the left, farther away from the largest light flow first; and some people want to move back, first to avoid the upcoming small and rapid light flow... because the countermeasures adopted are different, and the crowd is really
Too concentrated, other wizards immediately became obstacles blocking his way of survival.
——Of course, the wizards had extremely fierce conflicts.
It started with scolding, then pushing and stamping, and then there was a violent conflict. The earthquake caused by the collapse of the second tower turned an ordinary stampede into a trap that could kill the wizard, and the difference in the wizard's rank
The resulting slight difference in social status has now become the fuel that further intensifies the conflict.
Therefore, before the light flow was about to destroy the wizards, the wizards took the first step to destroy themselves.
Small-scale witchcraft, large-scale witchcraft, non-lethal witchcraft, witchcraft that can kill. Under the playful force of the flow of light, the wizards gathered into a tight group at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then
A dazzling spiritual light burst out from within.
At the same time, as the remains of the second tower hit the ground, one-sixth of the area extending from the inner area to the fourth ring was directly smashed to pieces by the second tower.
The building began to collapse. Under the chain reaction like an avalanche, the reaction of wizards and ordinary residents seemed to be too slow.
The buildings slightly closer to the second tower were directly crushed into slag and engulfed in flying dust and blazing golden flames.
The buildings further away from the second tower were not spared, because the top of the second tower began to crack, and fragments burning with golden flames hit the roof like a rain of meteorites.
The buildings hit by the debris from the second tower immediately began to shatter from the top.
First, the top floor bulged and cracked and a huge explosion occurred, and then the steel bars inside the building were broken under the huge impact. Before the entire house was split in half from the top, the house could not withstand the excessive pressure.
The middle part is also broken at the waist.
Some people were directly smashed into pieces by meteorites. Or half of their bodies were torn apart by the shock wave of the explosion. Others had their heads smashed by falling roofs and bleeding. Those who were unlucky might be hung on steel bars.
Or somewhere else, you won't be able to die for a while.
In addition, there are a few luckier residential houses that were not hit by the debris from the second tower on their roofs, so their houses did not collapse. But this does not mean that their houses were spared.
The meteorite burning with golden flames smashed through the side of their house - the wall or window, and then stayed in their house like this or passed through from the other end and was embedded in the outer wall of the next house. As long as
It’s not that the people inside are unlucky. The possibility of being killed by a meteorite that passes through the wall is not high.
If it is passed sideways like this, a slightly stronger house will not be damaged. Generally speaking, it will just shake slightly and some building fragments will fall down.
However, if they are unlucky, they will find that their door is stuck. Or the doorway is blocked by debris from the building. At this time, the golden flames remaining in the gap will ignite from the inside, destroying the door.
The house was gradually swallowed up, completely roasting the people inside.
A very small number - probably less than five percent - of the buildings were completely undamaged. But that doesn't mean they would have escaped unscathed.
The gods are always fair. Even if they are not destroyed by the debris of the second tower due to their own luck, their intact house will be blocked by the debris of their neighbor's house, the burning forest and the debris of the second tower.
What an island is to the ocean.
At this time, a small dark red light beam was already heading towards them at high speed, sniffing around like a wild dog that smelled fishy smell, happily chewing up the fish that slipped through the net and swallowing it.
In this despair, the wizards almost forgot their identities.
Some people were throwing all kinds of witchcraft around wildly, some people were squatting on the ground like a lost child and crying, and some people were shouting meaninglessly, with long expressions on their faces.
Like the despair of hope.
No, it's not so much that the wizards forgot their identities, it's better that they remembered their identities.
They are human beings. Not monsters, not heretics, not emotionless researchers.
They are human beings.
They are human beings who are afraid of death and yearn for beauty.
On this day, the White Tower Wizard once again remembered what despair is, what death is, and what hell is.
"Madam! Let's open the city of the past!"
A mountain man with a red nose and sloppy formal clothes looked at Anvilia with bloodshot eyes: "It's not too late now!"
"No, it's too late, Director Patch."
Anvilia sat dignifiedly in the garden, blinking her golden pupils and looking at Patch with a smile. There was an almost peaceful tranquility in her eyes.
As the waste director of the legendary waste bureau, Patch has a huge heart that is beyond ordinary people.
Even when the first tower was destroyed, he did not show up; even when the wizards of the third tower held a so-called wartime meeting, he just drunkenly and loudly cursed those idiots who failed to achieve anything but failed.
But now, he finally couldn't sit still, climbed up to the hanging garden standing on the remains of the first tower, and found Anvilia.
"Oh my god! How come it's too late? Just save one if you can. Madam, what are you thinking about? Old Patch is already going crazy!"
"However, Director Patch, the first and second towers engraved with the Old City's spells have been destroyed. The Looker's Barrier engraved with some of the Old City's spells has also been self-destructed. We are
It’s really too late.”
"Hell - isn't there a fifth tower? There should be a backup in the fifth tower!"
Patch scratched his scalp crazily, and picked up his greasy hair one by one: "Old Patch is going crazy! Madam, please give the order quickly. Old Patch promises to get rid of the old hair before you blink."
Open the City of Sun!"
"You know, Patch, I don't blink."
Anvilia did not answer Patch's words, but chuckled: "You want to go to the fifth tower, right, Patch?"
Patch's back felt cold, and he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He immediately begged in a low voice: "No, madam, don't get excited, listen to me, old Patch can still be of a lot of help..."
But before Patch finished speaking, he found that the scene around him had turned into the fifth tower at some point. Anvilia in front of him also turned into Scott.
"Very good, everyone is here now."
Scott glanced at his body with his ice-blue pupils, causing Patch to shudder.
He looked around unconsciously.
Nearly all the members of the R&D department, the chief wizards of each department, a few unknown but talented old wizards, the teaching wizards who are stuck at the Silver level...
——In a word, it is the future of the White Tower.
The uneasiness in Patch's heart became more and more obvious.
"I said, Brother Scott..."
"Director Patch, please be quiet for a moment."
Scott checked again, and then nodded respectfully to an old wizard next to him whom Patch had never seen before: "Master Merlin, please excuse me."
"Leave it to me."
The old wizard also nodded seriously to Scott.
"wait……"
The next moment, except for Scott and the old wizard named Merlin, everyone present froze their movements and turned into golden statues. The building was also dyed with a golden halo, and in an instant the entire space
Everything solidified.
Scott sighed, and then returned to Anvilia in an instant.
"Thank you for your hard work, Scott."
Anvilia showed a beautiful smile.
——Then, she opened the distortion barrier. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net