When the distorted barrier that stretched straight to the sky blurred and then dissipated, the wizards were indeed excited for a moment.
But only for a moment - then the hope of survival turned into an equal amount of despair.
To the west of the White Tower, a huge golden figure hundreds of meters high stands indifferently.
He held a huge golden scepter in his right hand, and his whole body was emitting a scorching and dazzling light like the sun, which even made the wizards unable to see his face clearly.
But there is no doubt that He is Tire - Tire who came in incarnation.
Even wizards who don't believe in gods can recognize it.
But even the biggest heretics in the world still felt extremely frightened when they faced the incarnation of Tyr in person.
This has nothing to do with the strength of your own will.
As long as a human being sees the legendary god coming in person, he can only feel humbled no matter what.
The moment the distortion barrier disappeared, the golden human figure raised the scepter in his hand.
“Whoever is ungodly—”
A sound like thunder rumbling in the sky.
Then, it dawned.
——It can only be described in this way.
With Tyr's incarnation as the center, hundreds of thousands of thick light pillars descended from the sky, covering almost two-thirds of the White Tower.
All wizards who touched the light pillar were instantly burned. The hot air reverberating near the light pillar completely submerged the wizards. The building was completely ignited.
It was exactly the same magical technique as the Yangyan Explosion that Seer had used before.
The only difference is that this time it was performed by Tyr himself.
Because the purpose was not to attack the enemy, but to massacre—Tiel's magic was not very concentrated this time. Instead, it was completely dispersed, leaving a large number of gaps between the light pillars.
But that doesn't mean Thiel is showing mercy.
The so-called Yangyan explosion. The natural "explosion" is the theme——
"——Necessary to suffer!"
Suddenly, the brilliance of the scorching sun suddenly burst out.
A trace of crimson suddenly rose in the middle of the hundreds of golden light pillars that pierced the entire White Tower into a sieve. The shining golden light pillars burned at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a red-gold pillar of fire.
Then the pillar of fire expanded and turned into a golden hurricane. The red flames were hidden in the storm, destroying everything swept by the storm.
The air became unprecedentedly hot. The entire White Tower and all the buildings began to burn. The barrier protecting the flames did not play any role. The skin of the wizards on the ground burned as they ran.
They died wailing; and the temperature underground also increased rapidly at a terrifying speed. The skin of wizards and ordinary residents who had no ability to fight head-on had turned hot red, and their sweat fell on the ground. Then it turned into moisture.
Hot water vapor reverberated in the air.
The underground shelter room had lost its meaning at this time. The steel door was twisted and deformed under the high temperature and could not be opened. If it were not for the barrier to protect it from high temperature, you would be burned just touching the door.
The temperature in the shelter is reminiscent of a blacksmith shop and a boiler room. The extremely hot air has made some children and the elderly feel sick and dizzy.
Compared with the refuge room that had turned into a complete steamer, the scene on the ground was even more tragic.
Storms are connected with each other, and fire storms from different directions come together to form a new hurricane. The completely chaotic storm makes it impossible to predict its trajectory.
And even if there is no flowing fire wrapped in the storm, just being blown by the hot wind from a distance, the skin of the whole body will be dehydrated, dry and black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even if you escape the scope of the hot wind in time, the whole person will be dehydrated.
You will become weak and lose strength and more than half your body weight.
Naturally, this cannot be a pure energy attack.
The reason why just one blow of the incarnation is enough to destroy the country is not entirely due to Tyr's own power, but the power of the extended domain brought by the priesthood of the "Sun".
Thinking from the bad side, mentioning the sun makes people think of drought, then famine, riots, and heat. These people's subconscious considerations about the formation of the "sun" will bring corresponding power to Tire.
Today, both the sun and justice have become Tyr's exclusive domain. Not only the two priesthoods themselves, but even the extended priesthood has been completely swallowed up by him.
It can be said that Tyr alone is enough to defeat half of the gods.
But even Tyr's incarnation only had time to deliver such a blow.
It was not the obstruction of Anvilia and Scott, nor the return of Clavius or Palbuchko - it was a huge sadness that calmed the whole world.
It's like the pain of the death of a loved one. It's also like the despair of witnessing one's own death. An indescribable and huge sadness freezes the whole world for a moment. Even Tyr, who is holding the scepter high.
His hands also froze in the air.
The next moment, a huge illusion appeared on the night sky full of stars.
It was a huge, three-dimensional, and constantly moving pure white tree diagram. It was composed of rings, lines and runes, like an imprecise pyramid with only an outline, or like a raised window grille.
Every detail of its exquisite structure contains a strange truth. It is so densely covered with the entire night sky. Looking up, the entire field of vision is completely covered by it.
The amazing thing is that no matter where people are at this time, they can see a complete tree diagram when they look up.
If you look carefully, you can find the shadow of human beings in one of the rings. There are endless runes written inside that ring, and each set of runes is a new part of human beings recorded by it.
characteristic.
However, it is not complete.
People with keener intuitions immediately realize that He should be a part of a more vast and great existence. Just on the remaining part, there are still some rings dyed dim yellow, and some circles
The ring is twisted and deformed, some threads are torn off, and the runes are graffitied. Even in the relatively intact parts that remain, if you have enough insight, you can see that the color of those threads is obviously much lighter than the rings and runes.
But in fact, their colors are the same. It's just that the lines are covered with tiny, moth-eaten holes.
But even so, it still did not affect His sanctity. When the great sadness appeared, everyone stopped fighting at that moment, raised their heads and quietly looked at the incomplete but still beautiful huge tree shape.
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That is Kabbalah, the tree of life, the saint who controls mutation and evolution, divides ranks and blesses new life.
"My children..."
At the same time as a vague, disturbed sound came from the bottom of everyone's heart, a crisp sound like ice breaking came. The tattered lines supporting his body finally broke, and it broke instantly like a chain reaction.
A large area, some rings exploded, some rings completely turned into dim yellow, and were thrown upwards into the sky.
The remaining runes, together with the white rings, fell to the ground scatteredly like rain, and suddenly disappeared after hitting the ground.
At this moment, all living beings feel at the same time that certain connections in their blood are cut off, some suppressed protective measures are cancelled, and all existences in the world simultaneously begin to undergo some small but real mutations.
At the same time, in an undiscovered corner, more than a hundred species of creatures - plants or animals - flashed white light at the same time, and then collapsed, and the entire race disappeared into the air out of thin air.
Tyr took a deep breath, and silently but respectfully bowed to His falling wreckage using the etiquette of the Sun Dynasty thousands of years ago.
About half a minute later, Tyer calmly raised his head, looked at the people standing in front of him, and slowly tightened his grip on the scepter in his hand. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http:/
