Chapter 758: The Holy Mourning Battlefield Completely Declared a Failure
These trucks were customized by Antonio United from Schloter Heavy Industries specifically for transporting rare and dangerous ectoplasmic ores.
The body is made of high-strength alloy.
The surface is covered with light-absorbing material, so it is not affected much even under the weak blood color.
now,
They are loaded with heavy cargo, and each piece of spiritual ore contains immeasurable energy and unknown power.
But Su Wen, who was well prepared, had already made arrangements among these ores.
The wheels of heavy trucks roll,
It ran over the road full of gravel and gravel, making a deafening roar.
The huge tires ruthlessly rolled up layers of sand and dust as they advanced, merging with the surrounding thick blood mist to form twisted, ever-spreading fog belts.
This fog not only obscures the view, but also adds a bit of mystery and uneasiness. It seems that every grain of sand carries unknown dangers, indicating upcoming challenges and tests.
now,
As the destination gets closer and closer.
The air began to be filled with a more tense and depressing atmosphere.
Right in the driver's seat of a huge bright black truck,
The handsome scholar, who put on a black windbreaker, held the steering wheel with one hand.
He looked into the distance calmly and indifferently, and through everything, rays of deep blue light also penetrated the influence of the blood mist and sandstorm,
Under the auxiliary observation of the appraisal vision, he did not feel any nervousness.
But compared to often staying up late and playing games for more than ten hours, I can keep myself calm.
Croshan, who was sitting in his passenger seat, was obviously unable to hold on any longer.
After changing from a white coat to a Blood Moon Sect robe, the doctor lady obviously used the thick robe as a blanket.
She directly wrapped herself with it,
Then he slept crookedly on the seat like a cute cat.
Not even wearing a seat belt,
In response, Su Wen just shrugged, and then asked Luoshan in the co-pilot's seat in a gentle tone:
"Didn't you get a good rest?"
"How can I have time to rest?
I don’t know how many border gates I passed through this time. If you were suffering from space vertigo, you would probably have vomited it.
But it’s okay, I’m not sleepy.”
She yawned unconvincingly,
"Next, I can finally see the Galaxy Plan you have laid out for so long. I absolutely can't miss it."
Even so,
But her tone later was obviously a little unclear.
Su Wen didn't say much about this, he just smiled and shook his head:
"Thanks a lot."
And with the roar of dusk accompanying Su Wen heading towards his destination,
The dimensional light in the sky of Kliman 1 has been completely distorted by the rituals of the Crown of Honor War.
That was the harbinger of the arrival of the fifth-level king.
The fifth level represents the level of life that has completely moved towards the vast starry sky, and is the [gold] that can completely leave traces in the sea of silver.
Unlike [Silver] which can only bring waves,
The rewriting of the life class cannot only be measured by combat effectiveness.
But traces,
It represents what kind of traces people can leave in this universe.
To put it another way,
Although there is still a gap between it and a true god-level civilization, a true sixth-level god-level leader, or a demigod such as the 'Future Hyacinth' or the former Tide Queen Irelandna.
But in the eyes of some people.
They can probably be called ‘gods’.
And to be an enemy of that kind of existence,
Perhaps this thing itself is unimaginable.
at the same time,
On the battlefield of Laurenzril.
The intensity of the war is also rising and has reached its highest level.
Holy Mourning Huyfar has now fallen to the edge of an abyss of deathly silence and despair.
The four rune stones that served as stabilizers were also shattered in the fourth-level battle. The power of the abyssal turbulence began to resemble a furious giant beast, devouring everything without restraint.
It was no longer the subtle and slow erosion it had been before, but swept across the entire battlefield violently, dyeing the sky a deep purple, intertwined with the distorted red light on the ground to create a hellish scene.
Those streams of light are a direct manifestation of the nature of the abyss.
They are distorted wantonly, as if they can penetrate the deepest fear and despair of people's hearts.
Just one glance is enough to cause a person's sanity to collapse, and the soul to be polluted and eroded like never before.
The Gate of the Abyss, an existence that was originally extremely feared by the Night Watch, has now been opened to a heart-stopping extent.
It is no longer a simple entrance,
Instead, it has become a terrifying bridge connecting two worlds and two dimensions.
The torrent of the abyss and the army of demons kept making low and strange roars from the depths of the door.
It seems that there are countless indescribable things that are ready to move, eager to cross the boundaries and drag this world into eternal darkness and chaos.
If it weren't for several fourth-level extraordinary beings who used their power to suppress the corresponding fluctuations,
Perhaps the crisis will escalate to another level.
at the same time,
The defected vice president stood on the original college tower,
His pure black coat was full of charred black, and there were even several bone-wrenching scars on his body.
But there was a hint of ferocious laughter on his face:
"Is this the only level of a bunch of trash?!!"
Beside him, there was a silent man covered in bandages, and a mass of unknown black mud that was twisting crazily.
now,
The entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick haze.
It's as if the air has solidified,
It's suffocating.
Every breath became extremely difficult, as if even the air itself carried the pollution and despair of the abyss.
In this cursed land, the existence of life seems to have become redundant and fragile, and may be swallowed up by the invisible force at any time.
Except for the occasional low wail and the roar of mechanical failure coming from all around,
There was no other sound.
Also because the Gate of the Abyss has taken the opportunity to open to its greatest extent:
The stream of deep purple and twisted red light twisted wantonly from the edge of the door, exuding a sacrificial attack that would completely pollute even a human being.
Therefore, almost everyone has evacuated and returned to the fortress of their own academy.
And within it,
A bald monk sighed in mourning:
"Why."
He closed his hands,
Low eyebrows and flattering eyes:
"Declare the Battle of St. Huyfar to a complete end,
We don't have any chance anymore."
Faced with this proposal, even Director Yu remained silent:
[Ark of the Old Ones] It is still necessary to suppress the remaining seawater pollution from Carrington’s solar storm in the Great Coastal Library.
not to mention,
Because of Jiang Xiuyuan, that place has always been the focus of the Tide Sect, and it is impossible to shift the protection target.
now,
One after another, the injured and disabled just stayed within the mental protection barrier. They looked at the former academy with pain but unwillingness.
final,
A woman in her thirties with short hair and a lady's cigarette in her mouth finally gave her final decision:
"no way,
Let's announce to the outside world the complete end of Saint Huey Farr,
We have become convinced that there is no way to reverse this horrific situation through conventional means.