What would be the effect of throwing a cold piece of ice into boiling oil?
As the extremely opposing attributes clashed violently, Nieron and his original Hellfire body let out a double roar, one sharp and one low, their bodies bulged violently, tearing out hundreds of tiny openings, and dark green flames gushed outward as if out of control.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" As if countless sharp swords in every part of the body in and out, but more terrible than this is that has been suppressed for a long time belongs to the gods of sin that part of the tyrannical intention awakened. The Zexikar is not as powerful as the Nieron, but closer to madness, its ice-like soul fragments directly in the spiritual sea exploded. There were roars and curses everywhere, and Hellfire's instinctive disgust for the cold and the urge of the divine sins to kill each other overwhelmed Nieron's sanity.
Killing and struggling, Nieron felt back to his wandering life in the astral world, where all creatures were enemies and there was no home, no safety. He eventually took back the port of sanity, but soon fell into a more terrible nightmare - his perfect elven body was finished.
Like a rotting corpse soaked in venom after three days of death, it swelled and festered. He shuddered and looked at his otherwise flawless palms until his fingers fell off one by one. Everything is finished, thousands of years of struggle and planning, thousands of years of hope was shattered. Even a will as strong as steel could not afford to struggle again, not to mention that he had no chance. The extreme conflict of souls made this body full of holes, uncontrollable flames running in all directions, his independent soul and the gods fused again, but like a pot of porridge stirred together.
Everything is finished, all thoughts ... no, not yet. Nieron raised his head, belonging to the bright eyes of the elves eyes emitting blood, bright long hair into dead grass a root off. I was born from hatred but refused to take up this fate, and now it is still back to the track of divine sin, in that case, then hate!
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Lysatos and Iraduni withdrew from the pocket dimension at the first sign of divine sin's fury. I guess that small place can not withstand the crazy "God" sin tossed. The outside is not much stronger, the land of God cracked, thousands of red lightning in the sky to tear the space, the two can only float in mid-air.
"When he comes out, you hold back, I have to prepare the legendary spells."
Spirit Suckers stare: "Me again? When did you get used to squeezing the juice out of your allies?"
"There was no need to do so, who told that shot of Eternal Blazing Sun to be consumed unexpectedly early." Lysatos opened his arms, his body slowly dispersing, the flames no longer the platinum color of Bahamut, and he withdrew the power of the Pale Green Holy Sigh.
Eradurni could clearly feel that it was not pure fire. It was completely different from the violent one displayed at the top of the snowy mountain. It expanded slowly, as if it were flowing liquid heat. Even close at hand, the heat could not be felt, and the energy was tightly and completely retained.
The light grew larger and layers and lines could be clearly seen, with a slender tail, powerful hind limbs, and scales that glowed and flowed. Lysatos opened his eyes and stretched his wingspan that could cover half of the green capital. His body was still burning. But according to the will of the golden dragon, with magic as the skeleton, flame as flesh and blood.
But while the flame was him, he was not the flame. For the first time, Lysatos fully unfolded the body of torch flame. A huge body constructed with liquid fire.
Ilarduini could not help but secretly marvel that the golden dragon was not a fire element or a fire giant spirit, there was no future in the path of pure flame, so he created a flame of his own. Just like Nieron's turbid eerie evil flame. This unnamed fire is as serene and aloof as the mage. Hidden unimaginable explosive power and use.
Lysatos' spell chanting resounded through the world, and his claws kept changing.
Ila Douni suddenly thought of what the phrase "was not used" means, if in this state to use the eternal blazing sun, the power of two legendary spells stacked ... spirit sucker decided to take action, otherwise there is really no right to speak.
He took out the magic steel scepter and raised the ruby tip of the staff high in the air. "Such a radiant spectacle of destruction, a tribute to darkness and ruin! O my most powerful Lord, come together to witness the beginning of the Holy War!"
The power of evil gathered at the top of the scepter in such a dense concentration that Lysatos looked sideways. A black eye appeared, which if viewed closely would have revealed that it consisted of thousands of obscene evil spells, much more than Nieron possessed to complete the taming.
"Roar!" The hellfire tearing dimension that completely gave its soul to the divine sin appeared.
[Gaze of the Lord of Hell]!
The eyes opened suddenly, and a terrifying intent shot out from the eyes and stared at Hellfire. The latter's forward momentum completely stopped and froze in mid-air. The green flames, blood, and debris on its body were blown backward into a line, but it could not advance a bit.
The shock did not last long, the eye turned to Lysatos before disappearing, and the golden dragon could read the meaning of Asmodeus' eyes - do not forget the contract.
He turned to Nieron who offered his last madness, you and I are both outcasts of fate, the difference is that it gave me two slaps to ring me, and you are rooted into its arms without knowing it.
No ray, no spell ball, Lysatos just bend the neck which is several hundred samis long and then let the spell go out in the form of dragon breath. The moment the golden energy stream spurts out, the large body are darkened, as if the golden dragon spurted out all by itself.
The dragon's breath is neither raging nor burning, like sublimated vaporized gold, a soft mist of light surrounds the gods, binding all its movements, as the mist of light becomes more and more concentrated, the radiant gold is the only thing Nieron can perceive.
In this tranquil light, he seemed to see the gates of Avado's kingdom open, the Ayratian clan banging their horns to welcome the new gods, the elven gods standing in two rows with kind and gentle smiles, and finally, the loving and majestic face of Coriellon, stretching out his arms to the wandering son returning home ...
"Father God ..."
The light mist shrunk into a ball, then dispersed, and Lysatos also regained his original body. He weakly raised his head and looked at the gem floating in mid-air. It was a huge, beautiful crystal half a sammy long, regular tetrahedron, equilateral triangle from any direction, flawless color like a dream, Lysatos could see the crumbling kingdom of God through the reflection of each prism, as if Nieron to remember the last doomsday scenes.
Lysatos grasped it in the palm of his hand, and could feel the blazing divine fire still unextinguished, with a few tattered priesthoods remaining in it. And holding it, immediately took over the command of the laws of the gods, could clearly see the laws breaking one by one, could hear the dying cries of the Tyrian fanatics in the distant forest.
"It is over. Rest in peace ..."
Iladuni leaned over, his body constantly trembling, the power of the Lord of the Nine Hells was not easy to bear even with an eyeball. "You are mourning? Haha, is it for Tia who was reduced to a pawn child who knew nothing from the beginning to the end, or this outcast who almost rewrote the setting of the gods of the multiverse just for the love of his father?"
"I'm just trying to fill in the last piece of the puzzle, rebirth of a soul of a completely different camp and lineage from a divine sin to an elf, which goes against the laws of the realms, who is Nieron to fight against the pull of two bodies? Unless ... the only thing that can counter the Laws of the Realms is the Laws of the Realms! Quickly withdraw!"
A vortex appeared in the center of the God's kingdom, and bright silver streaks pulled everything it could touch. It rolled deep into the astral realm. The collapsing God's kingdom spun and flew and was sucked into the vortex.
Ilarduini really do not have the strength to fly, and the spatial turbulence of this place is completely unsuitable for teleportation, simply climb directly on the scales of Lysatos. He left a heart did not pounce on the back of the dragon, or be spirit-sucking monster dragon rider may be pinched by his downwind. Dragon wings stirred, tenaciously fighting the suction of the astral vortex, whirring strong wind blew the tentacles to the back of his head. At this point he also understood Nieron's intentions, the gods who lost their faith would be dragged into the astral realm for eternity by the Law of the Realms, Nieron could purify his body and leave as a demigod by separating out only the divine fire. And Hellfire's body will be pulled into the Astral Plane with the Godhead, the priesthood to break the connection between the two.
But now it may become the funeral of the two. Spirit Suckers looked at the approaching vortex and shouted, "Fly faster!"
"You try!" Lysatos roared, and even his voice was sucked into the vortex.
The puzzled astral vortex could not find the god corpse and further increased its suction. The spirit-sucking monster squeezed out its newly recovered spiritual power and used spiritual energy to move things to push the golden dragon with all its might. Inch by inch, it advanced. The earth of the God's Kingdom crumbled and was sucked in, and a piece of land with hundreds of trees partially flew over, and in a few seconds it would hit the Golden Dragon and carry him closer to the vortex.
"Turn!"
"It's too late!" Lysatos gritted his teeth, held the jewel and mobilized the only remaining laws of the divine kingdom. It wrapped around itself and launched a teleportation to nowhere.
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Bang!
The double doors of the temple's ceremonial hall were smashed open with unprecedented brutality, and a group of rangers entered first. After confirming that there was only one dying elf in the hall, the Queen of Garland Nord strode in, her cloak being blown backwards from her rapid pace.
"The High Priestess of Orpheus ...." Drusillia looked proudly and hatefully at the old elf, who knelt before the rigid jade equipoise idol of Nieron without a word or a backward glance.
"I had thought you were planning something more sensational to keep you from showing yourself again in the mutiny, but after interrogating your captors, I was surprised to hear that you were imprisoned here for your strong opposition to the oracle of Nieron and against assassination and rioting. I allow you to give an explanation." Drusilla was angry, and even angrier that the object of her hatred all along was actually the wrong one, that Orpheus opposed the assassination, which gave her a feeling of falling out of power with no place to go, and suffocated her chest to the point of vomiting blood.
"... I have believed in the Lord of Rituals since I could read." Turning his back on the queen, the high priest said quietly, his voice thin like a ghost. "Believer, trainee priest, officiating priest, high priest, and finally high priest. The only thing that sustains me on the demanding path is the expectation of elven revival ..."
Drusillia gave a dismissive laugh.
"In the darkness I could not see the way, only Nieron lit a bright light, and He sent down a metaphor that Tyria would glory, and I believed in it! After all I've done, all my relatives alienated me, the commoners despised me, and you, father and daughter, hated me, it didn't matter, as long as there was a glorious future! It is this belief that makes me think that every sacrifice is pen-you return, and that the oracle of Nieron is unquestionable and unquestionable!"
"But ..." the old man's wrinkled skin beneath the blue veins aeration, teeth clenched, nails gouged into the palm. "His last command was actually assassination and riot! I do not understand, I resist, all efforts and sacrifices are meaningless! Why? What have I not done enough, why do I have to be disciplined in this way!" Ophasis jumped up and rushed towards Drusilla but was held up by the ranger. With a fierce face, he shouted, "Why, you tell me why!"
Druhiria's hatred faded at once, not from a forgiving understanding, but hatred has a way to vent. Could there be a more cruel and ironic downfall than this? She pushed the ranger aside, leaned close to Opharsis, stared into his cloudy eyes and said, word for word, "Because, your faith has turned its back on you!"
Click!
With a crunching sound, Nieron's corundum statue shattered into several pieces from head to toe, and the old man and the remnants fell limp at the same time.
"Your Majesty!" A ranger ran in, "The sky is burning outside!"
Drusillia looked at her crumbling idol and nodded. Walked over and pried the bright yellow rectangle of glowstone off by hand from the hilt of Nieron's broken sword and put it away solemnly. Then picked up the head of the idol with Nieron's lips taut and placed it in the crook of Opharsis' bamboo-like arm.
"You have walked on the wrong path for a lifetime, countless Tia lost lives and loved ones. You have no right to die in the green capital, take your god's only return to you and get out!"
Like a lost puppet, Ophasis woodenly picked up the stone statue and walked out. In the streets of Green Capital, a female elf cleaning the ruins saw him and shouted all the elves gathered around.
"Let him go!" Drusillia's order was firm as iron.
Commoners and nobles, rangers and weavers, male and female elves stood on both sides of the road, watching the old man leave. Ophasis scattered white hair thinning, revealing a dried scalp, has been all tattered and stained with mud, pale skin under the bones, with two hands struggling to drag the stone statue, walked off the shoes, the palms of the feet left a bloody scrape.
However, no pair of eyes is pity, they silently curse along with the old man step by step away from the green capital, crushing the last dignity.
Walking and walking and walking, the trees refused to shade him from the sun, and the empty forest was silent.
Ophasis stumbled and stepped into a mud bog, and the corundum head sank silently, while the old man did nothing and let the mire swallow him up. The sludge didn't go over his head, the swamp bubbled, and there was no more sound