Chapter 600 598: Missile Test

Deep in the multiverse, the highest dimension.

This is the core of the multiverse, the place where rules condense, where light and darkness coexist, and where chaos reigns.

Time has no concept here, space does not exist here, and matter and energy are mixed together.

However, right here, a splendid palace floats up and down, majestic and solemn.

The palace was divided into countless levels, and countless thrones were displayed, some of which were bright and dazzling, while others were slightly dim.

Some are simply dead gray and covered with cracks, like tombstones.

Moreover, their positions are not fixed, and they will move from time to time, making a rumbling sound.

This is the Pantheon of the multiverse, where all the gods gather.

Only by raising one's throne to the sky and carrying it into the Pantheon can one be considered a true god.

In a sense, gods are a group favored by the multiverse, and their existence itself makes up for the shortcomings of the rules.

Although they are powerful, they are also bound by their faith.

They seem omnipotent, yet they are bound by the constraints of their priesthood.

Even those evil gods are actually maintaining the order and balance of the multiverse.

And this Pantheon was created by the legendary God above all gods, and it records all the gods in the entire multiverse.

No matter whether it is fallen or still existing, no matter whether it is strong or weak, it can actually be found here.

Of course, in addition to proving identity, this Pantheon has some other functions.

For example, right now, a humming sound was heard, and a throne suddenly shone brightly. The vast divine power spread out, even forcing the thrones around it to flee.

On the throne, a figure of a god appeared, seemingly illusory, as majestic as a mountain and as dazzling as the sun.

He raised his hand and clenched it, divine power burst out, ripples spread out, and the throne moved with a rumbling sound, directly into an independent temple.

More information came out, and thrones appeared in this palace one after another.

Above the throne, figures of gods appeared, some in human form, some with animal heads and human bodies, and some directly in animal form, sitting on the throne.

The divine powers they emitted intertwined with each other. Some of them only collided slightly, but some were even tit-for-tat, fighting and killing wantonly, and were completely incompatible.

It was obvious that the relationship was not harmonious. If it weren't for this Pantheon, they would have fought long ago.

But there is no doubt that the god who initiated the meeting is the most powerful, so powerful that even the power of one god is enough to rival all the remaining gods.

Until the end, eighteen thrones emerged here, and no more appeared.

The one who convened the meeting finally spoke, and his deep voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Helka World, the meeting of the gods begins now!"

"This time, the topic is a vote on the divine war over the floating city of Netheril Silvertop!"

"My opinion is clear: now is the best opportunity to strike a fatal blow before they break free."

"This battle cannot be avoided and cannot be delayed. We must fight!"

“Second!”

“Second!”

"I object!"

"I think we should fight!"

“Fight, fight, fight!”

This is not the first time that the same meeting has been held. What needs to be debated has already been debated, and what needs to be discussed has already been discussed.

Now is the time for them to vote.

The wills of the gods collided wantonly in the palace, and each expressed its attitude, until finally, the great God of Light spoke again, and his loud voice seemed to shatter the entire palace.

"The war of gods is about to begin!"

"Everyone, please make your own plans and prepare!"

"We will personally go to the battlefield and strangle these robbers and thieves from other worlds."

…

Silvertop Star Realm Floating City.

Ding ding ding ding!

The crisp knocking sounds were extremely penetrating and landed in secret laboratories, awakening all the great arcanists who were immersed in practice and experiments.

They looked up in dissatisfaction, looked at the sundial in the sky, and picked up their own magic wands.

With a casual stroke of the hand, their figures began to flicker, shuttling between reality and illusion, and finally landed in a magnificent hall.

A pure glass dome is used here, and the power of magic flows through the structure. It has no support, but it will not decay.

The corresponding positions are decorated with colorful gems, reflecting brilliant light.

The ground here is covered with magic patterns, overlapping and intertwined, seemingly endless. The closer you look, the more dizzying it becomes.

There is a magical power flowing in it, emitting a faint light, so that while walking, it feels like walking on the truth.

There is a huge round table and thirteen seats around it.

One after another, figures descended from the sky and landed on their seats. Soon, there were twelve great arcanists here.

Except for the main seat, there was no one there and no one dared to occupy it.

The first person on the left, a bald, fat old man with a long beard, coughed twice to attract everyone's attention before speaking: "The Arcane Council, the 12345th meeting, officially begins."

"Everyone, the situation we are facing now is very serious!"

"Ewald Robinson has returned, wounded. The human earl known as the Holy Dragon injured him.

I have reason to believe that Ignazio Rivera's divinely inspired reincarnation has failed."

"The human earl is not dead. His memories must have been harvested. I'm afraid our plan has been exposed."

The Arcane Conference was not a meeting of gods, and it was not that serious. Just as the old man finished speaking, a thin archmage interrupted him: "Wait, do you have reason to believe?

What's the reason? Why do you think the news has been leaked?

We are archmages, pursuing truth, so we must be rigorous!"

It was a ridiculous statement, and it made the fat old man so angry that his veins were throbbing. But the problem was that the other great arcanists actually nodded in approval and agreed.

"I contacted the Seven Gods, and they clearly stated that their projections were gone, which meant the Blessing Necklace was damaged.

No matter how it's broken, it's broken.

Most importantly, if the reincarnation is successful, Ignazio Rivera will send us information as soon as possible.

Did you receive it? "

"No!"

"Doesn't this mean he's dead?"

“It really works!”

A great arcanist agreed, but the next second, he raised an objection: "But how do you prove that our plan has been exposed?"

"That's because Flower Territory has introduced a unique 'Environmental Protection Law', which was clearly prepared in advance. In addition, the Church of the Sun God has also made unusual movements, which we have already detected.

So, is that enough?"

"It's still not very rigorous, but it's enough. We really have to prepare for the worst."

"Now, can we discuss the issue? What should we do in this situation?

This is extremely important. It concerns the future and survival of the Silvertop. Everyone, we can no longer delay. No matter how important your experiments are, we must formulate a strategy and execute it."

"Okay, I agree."

"We are not stalling for time, but rather studying the truth, making bold assumptions and carefully verifying them.

This is the teaching of the great wizard, the first generation of Archmage Leonidas.

Okay, okay, now is not the time for history class, so let’s get back to the topic, where were we?”

"How do we deal with these indigenous gods? What do you think of Plan B?"

"I think Plan C will make us invincible."

"But I think Plan D will be better and can achieve our goal. Please note that we are here to rule this prime material plane.

Therefore, the first step, the Great Purge, must be carried out.”

"The Great Purge is correct, but we must ensure our own safety first. I think it's best to implement Plan C first."

"B! I think B is better."

"Have you ever considered that you could actually do it together? Who says we have to do it one by one?"

After these words were spoken, the hall was silent for a long time, and then there was a continuous echo of voices.

“That makes sense!”

"I agree!"

"Promoting the plan while ensuring one's own safety is the way the Arcane Council should behave."

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Amidst the chorus of opinions, someone raised another question: "Planes all have self-feedback mechanisms. The human count's ability to kill Ignazio Rivera must be the plane's self-rescue, a choice of fate.

What do you think we should do with him?"

"That human race, it's said, has opened up a stronghold, a fortress base, on the 138th floor of the Abyss. Their ambitions are quite significant."

"Abyss, the little guy is really brave. However, now that we are in the abyss, the solution to him will be much simpler."

"There are too many powerful beings out there. Let's find one for our human hero."

"Leave this matter to me. I'm familiar with the Abyss!"

"good!"

…

138th level of the Abyss.

"Sir Marius Grey, are you really not lying to me?"

Even though Yi Luoyi was calm, he couldn't help but jump up and ask serious questions when he heard this.

Marius Grey tried hard to suppress his emotions and said, "Your Majesty, we would never dare to lie to you.

We have passed all the calculations and experiments, and theoretically there is no problem, but the actual test launch has not yet been carried out."

"We are informing you that we want you to preside over this long-range missile test. Of course, a target must be identified."

"How many have you prepared?"

"All three have the same main design, but there are some minor differences. We tried different possibilities."

Luo Yi grinned and said, "What else is there to say? Of course it's the Demon Castle of the Abyss Minotaur Lord. Let's take it as the target.

Of course, we have to wait a little longer, at least until my war corps is ready to set off."

"I will obey your orders."

…

The Abyss Minotaur Lord Theodosius has not been feeling well lately, very well.

The alliance of demon lords did not end in internal strife, but was instead defeated by a mortal?

He wouldn't believe it if it hadn't happened to him.

What He couldn't believe even more was that in just a few days, a mortal could become so powerful?

So powerful that it makes a demon lord despair?

He couldn't even imagine how this was possible.

A blessing from a powerful god?

Infection by the ancient evil entity?

The human body of the evil god?

Or did he directly complete the ascension ceremony?

But even with these, one has to master and become familiar with the power step by step, and that's just one person!

How can a person be so powerful?

Theodosius raised doubts countless times and asked questions in return countless times, but every time he thought of the Soul Judge and the Eye Demon Lord dying in front of him, he couldn't help but feel fear.

He prayed to his god, Baphomet, the minotaur god, who answered him.

However, I don't want to pay too much attention to it.

Because that person didn't want to believe that a person could be so powerful and just thought He was joking.

Moreover, that person was caught in an endless bloody battle with another king of the abyss, Yeenoghu, the King of the Gnolls, and had no time to deal with him.

As a result, Theodosius's request for assistance was rejected, as was his request for retreat.

He could only stay here and wait here, as if waiting to die!

His sense of crisis seemed to have reached its peak today.

He is coming!

That mortal, with his steel monster, is coming!

This made Him restless!

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Theodosius roared, and the sword he swung tore through space. Amidst the sound of whimpers, a high-level demon that failed to dodge was cut in half.

The blood poured down on him like rain, and he felt much better.

But just when he wanted to kill one or two demons to quench his anger, the demons around him had already hidden far away.

However, at this moment, he seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

Then, from the sky, a meteor with a blazing tail of flame fell and hit the Demon Castle at an extremely fast speed.

No, that's not a shooting star!

Because a real meteor doesn't have its speed, nor is it as dangerous!

Moo!

Theodosius roared and slashed out again.

With this strike, the densely concentrated dark magic power directly transformed into a thousand-foot-long sword light, sweeping across.

He wants to cut that 'shooting star' in two with one stroke!

This response was naturally correct, but some people anticipated His prediction.

The knife light and the 'meteor' collided, and the next second, a huge explosion occurred. A mushroom cloud rose out of thin air and spread in all directions. The high temperature and shock wave seemed to destroy everything.

More importantly, the meteors contained countless fragments, which, under the shock wave, turned into the most deadly weapons and flew everywhere.

The Demon Castle was still standing strong, and Theodosius certainly didn't care, but the demons around the castle suffered, and almost all turned to ashes under the flames.

Far away, in the Abyssal War Fortress, Marius Gray was introducing his masterpiece.

"We knew that many enemies would use various methods to intercept missiles, so we designed an energy trigger mechanism for this universal missile model."

"No matter if it's fighting spirit, magic power, or evil power, as long as it wants to destroy the missile, it will automatically detonate, just like now!"

Luo Yi nodded: "It's a very ingenious design. What about the second one?"

The magic mirror in front of him flickered, and images from the near-orbit magic eye were quickly transmitted.

Then, a second 'meteor' streaked across the sky, trailing a crimson flame as it approached rapidly.

This time, Theodosius changed his approach. He chose to freeze. The dark magic turned into ice, spreading in the air, as if to freeze the "meteor".

Since direct collision of energy will cause an explosion, it is better to freeze it and not give it the chance to be released, so that it will not cause an explosion.

But at this moment, He miscalculated again!

Because this time the missiles contained only highly concentrated holy water.

Theodosius's freezing magic, after all, still belongs to the dark system. When it comes into contact with highly concentrated holy water, both boil like magma.

Then, a holy rain began to fall here.

It is hard to imagine how terrified the demons were under the rain. The rain fell on them like sulfuric acid, corroding big holes.

Marius Gray laughed 'hehe', his laugh was very mean, but very proud.

“For demons, nothing can be more damaging than highly concentrated holy water.

I had this blessed by a legendary priest, so it will definitely please us and be a pain to the enemy."

"What about the third one? What other clever ideas do you have?"

"Your Majesty, you will know when you see it."

The picture on the magic mirror changed again, and the third missile had already hit. This time, Theodosius was really scared.

Therefore, He chose the Great Dissociation Technique!

A beam of azure blue ray shot out, about to disintegrate the missile directly.

Theodosius also discovered that this missile was, after all, a magic prop.

The Great Disintegration Technique is a professional technique that is specifically used to destroy magic props.

But when it was about to collide, the 'meteor' suddenly turned a corner, drew an arc, and actually avoided the ray directly.

Then, it corrected its direction and crashed down towards the Demon Castle again.

This time, Theodosius was unable to react, and the Demon Castle could only erect a super-large magic barrier to confront the missile head-on!

Then, another mushroom cloud rose, and the high temperature and shock wave spread in all directions, sweeping across the entire castle, killing countless demons.

At this moment, Theodosius was almost numb!

At this moment, Marius Grey shouted happily: "Your Majesty, do you see it? Do you see it?

This is what we designed based on your ideas.

The launch point is fixed, the landing point is fixed, and the flight trajectory is fixed. God knows!"

At this moment, dozens of miles outside the Demon Castle, many human magicians appeared.

Pax Becker, the legendary human space wizard known as the 'Dimensional Storm', looked up and saw mushroom clouds rising one after another.

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Oh my goodness, what kind of killer weapon has he created? It's so powerful!"

He turned his head to look at his descendant Menon Becker and said, "I remember you have a granddaughter named Christina Becker, right?

Remember you said you were very close to His Majesty Luo Yi?

Those who are close to the water get the moon first, so why don’t you develop more?

Not to mention Your Majesty's wife, being a lover is also good?

My Becker family will also benefit greatly from it!"

Menon Becker looked up at the sky speechlessly. He really didn't want to bother with his ancestor.

Is it that he doesn't want to?

It was clearly the best time for him to get there, so he was on guard, but now, it was too late!

Seeing that the old ancestor was still chattering, he could only say: "This opportunity is rare, shouldn't we hurry?"

"Oh, you're right, everyone, get moving!"

As a result, dozens of magicians immediately got busy, and while the Demon Castle was under attack and unable to react in time, they built a huge long-distance portal.

When the magic light shone and rippled out a huge portal, a fighter plane flew out with a buzzing sound.

Through the portal, you can see countless tanks starting one after another, galloping into the portal.

The Guards and the Church's Crusade Army, which were fully prepared for war, were already eager to try.

(End of this chapter)