Solonor almost roared at Raven: "Why are there no arrows at this time?"
Raven shrugged and spread his hands: "No, it means no."
"Stop talking! It's our turn!" Corellon glanced at Raven and immediately stopped Solonor.
The elves and gods are not fools. Everyone can see the weakness of the Elf Devourer at this moment. If he doesn't take advantage of the victory and pursue it, according to Itia's incredible recovery ability, the flaw will disappear in a short time.
Lei Wen bowed and said, "I'll be waiting for the good news right here."
Corellon glanced at the illusion of Raven created by the power of the Phantom Goddess again, said nothing, and acquiesced to Raven's stay here.
Twelve rays of bright divine light shone across the entire sky. All the elves were evacuating at high speed, because next was the stage of the gods.
The scarlet sky is filled with blood-colored fog.
That was the bloody aura aroused by Itia's wound.
Upwind, Corellon's dazzling long golden hair danced wildly in the wind. If you just look at the back and the long flowing hair, he is definitely a back-shaker, and everyone will think that he is a peerless beauty.
But underneath the flying golden hair is a handsome middle-aged elf face. Gods can change their appearance at will, but he likes to let a small amount of traces of time remain on his face.
The two light blue eyes seem to be inlaid in the eye sockets, and the luster in the eyes always reminds people of the tranquility of the work of art. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the charming style of this face has not changed at all.
Behind him, to the right, stood his lover Angelis, the Queen of Gods. Behind him, eight elven gods and two sub-elven gods formed two five-pointed star formations perpendicular to the ground, one on the left and one on the right.
The mysterious aura began to dissipate, and these twelve gods began to condense their powers other than the elves' divine power into one.
At this moment, all the elves and sub-elves felt an inexplicable throbbing in their hearts.
One by one, they either turned back or raised their heads, especially Raven, who stared at this scene through the projection, using his own body to sense, his own mind, and his own soul to feel all this.
.Because this is the result of the joint efforts of the twelve elves and gods. It is also the most advanced field in the multiverse.
What comes into view is a still world, like a beautiful oil painting: in the night sky, the wind is still, the huge waves rolled up by the wind make a gesture of lapping the shore, and every leaf in the woods on the shore keeps blowing.
There was a rising posture, but there was no sound of wind or bird chirping, and the moonlight streaming down between the branches was blocked.
The earth was pitch black, dead and deep.
In that empty space, everything in the world fell into stillness. It was as if the restless world had stopped the flow of time, and the long river of history was perfectly cut in that section.
Suddenly, the picture constructed by the twelve gods moved.
Corresponding to the twelve o'clock position, Corellon flew to 0 o'clock, Angelis flew to 6 o'clock, and the twelve gods rearranged themselves according to the agreed positions.
A bright light like the sun and a soft ball of light like the moon appeared among the twelve gods at the same time. The sun and the moon were always separated by six o'clock and slowly rotated clockwise.
The rotation was getting faster and faster, and the elven gods also began to release their own unique elven power with a natural aura.
Round and round, the huge divine clock is like a millstone, and like a mirror of the world that turns into the opposite substance when put into it.
In perception, the unique natural breath of the gods disappeared. It was replaced by a colder and more efficient mysterious force.
I don't know why, but Raven feels that this feeling is very similar to Nerath's golem army.
Raven suddenly thought of something.
The power created by the cooperation of twelve powerful gods is terrifying.
Within a thousand miles, all creatures are trying their best to escape in various ways, snakes and insects are climbing, animals are running wildly, and birds are flying.
At this moment, all the elf rangers, druids and other professionals who are closely connected with nature around the entire Evermeet Island even found that their connection with nature had been forcibly cut off.
In the entire airspace nearby, and even thousands of miles away, sensitive powerful people can feel that the laws of the world are deviating. It is a kind of mountain that is not a mountain. Water is not water. Even the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind are temporarily suspended.
Disturbing the feeling of replacement.
All the laws that I am familiar with are leaving me with fear. It seems that a new thing or law is coming, dominating everything with its unstoppable terrifying power.
The next moment, even the four elemental gods set their sights here.
A sigh rippled in the void at the highest point of the Divine Realm.
"well"
In the place where the twelve gods are the center, everything around is changing color. The busy green is replaced by a dead gray. The fertile black soil turns into a barren pale in the field of vision.
The sky fell into darkness. If the elves hadn't seen Corellon in the center emitting as bright a light as the blazing sun like a blazing fireball, they would have even thought it was a group of evil gods taking over...
The corner of Raven's mouth slightly raised: What an irony! The most conservative and old-fashioned elves would unexpectedly use this super move that completely reverses the attributes of divine power in an attempt to eliminate the trouble of Itia in one fell swoop. What happened, it was exciting.
What about Corellon?
The still world created by the elves and gods shook away the clouds and slowly descended.
Hua Hua Hua. In the field of vision, the surrounding world shook like water waves.
Itia, the Devourer of Elves, was a little panicked. The biological instinct made it feel a great threat. It could clearly feel that the gravel under its giant feet seemed to be encountering layers of waves, and it was beating non-stop.
In the sky, through Corellon's light blue eyes, it seemed that a brilliant and dazzling flame could be seen burning wantonly.
The slightly thin lips opened slightly, and the voice of this powerful god with a divine power level of 19 and at the pinnacle of the divine realm seemed to shock the whole world:
"Itia, you monster!"
"Do you really think that the elves and gods can't do anything to you?"
"It's over! Everything is over! The elves' tens of thousands of years of humiliation."
Along with the thunderous sound, the atmosphere was buzzing and vibrating.
Corellon and Angelis both clasped the fingers of their left hands with their right hands, and then moved their minds.
The world rationally created by the twelve elves and gods began to crack into pieces like a broken mirror. The largest piece of it instantly crossed the space and plunged directly into Itia's huge wound.
The body and soul of the Elf Devourer.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Accordingms," this is the biggest cry of this monster that's even more difficult to deal with than the Demon King.
Its huge body, which is almost standing upright from the sky, further expands, not because of the increase in strength, but because a force that it cannot absorb and digest at all expands and destroys endlessly in its body.
A chain of explosion reactions began to spread throughout its body, extending from his huge mushroom-shaped body to its tentacles and three giant Optimus Prime-like legs.
Without any room for hesitation, the second and third fragments were thrown in.
Finally, this completely unfamiliar force crossed the threshold that Itia's tenacious vitality could bear.
Its body began to collapse.
"Poof" one leg collapsed first, and a terrifying amount of bodily fluids in the amount of tens of thousands of tons exploded. Such a large amount of corrosive liquid poured under the feet, instantly turning the ruins of the Elf City below into a huge dead lake.
"Click" Another leg collapsed, this one more completely. If it just felt like being chopped off, this leg was completely shattered. The whole leg turned into a terrifying liquid ocean, easily covering large areas of forest.
submerged.
However, the extremely powerful Elf Devourer is not dead yet. Even though only half of its body and one leg are left, it still tries hard to resist, turning its thick tentacles into spears and throwing them at the Elf Gods.
"Continue!" A mouthful of golden god's blood began to seep out from the corners of Corellon and Angoras' mouths.
The elven gods drove more fragments and threw them over.
Finally, Itia's third leg was also blown to pieces.
He’s dying! He’s dying!
The pleasure of the grudge that had been entangled for tens of thousands of years was about to end in the next second was so intense that Corellon ignored the fact that his divine power had become empty.
"Poof!" Another mouthful of divine blood spurted out. This time it didn't stick to the corner of his mouth, but dripped directly onto the ground.
Work harder!
Corellon turned his gaze to the gods behind him.
Tragedy happened. He forgot something very important. Not long ago, in order to save the Elf God of Prophecy, Sehanni Moonbow, all the direct Elf gods almost exhausted their divine power. What they use now are
After emergency replenishment, the divine power never returned above the safety line.
"No! Even if I dismantle the Kingdom of God and turn it into divine power, I will do it..." Corellon screamed a little bit irrationally.
"My dear, it's too late! That monster has mutated again." Angelis cried and persuaded her lover.
It was indeed too late. You could see that the entire head of the Elf Devourer had begun to change color. This monster had extremely strong adaptability. In less than a minute, it adjusted its resistance.
If Corellon and other elven gods were in their prime, they might have been able to kill the elven devourer Itia in one fell swoop just now.
Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.
"Jie Jie..." Even though he was very embarrassed, even though much of his body was blown up, Itia's life breath still did not weaken much. As if looking at the elves and gods in the sky for the last time, Itia decisively curled up and became a
It has a shape similar to a slug, moving towards the seaside.
As a defensive island chain that protects Yongju Island, it is neither far nor close to Yongju Island. 200 kilometers is already a long distance to the elves.
For Itia, whose body radius is still no less than 500 meters at this moment, 200 kilometers only takes an hour.
Corellon's face turned blue.
Eternal Meeting Island is heavily guarded by the high magic of the elves, sea elves, never-ending mages, and powerful maritime troops.
This power is only for ordinary enemies.
In front of Itia, this is nothing.
Corellon couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. Finally, he turned his attention to the miserable sea elf patron saint Deep Sea Sesela. (To be continued.)