Chapter 611 Chapter 609: Decisive Battle (Part 2)

It's hard to imagine the terrifying scene when eighteen true gods descend, bringing with them countless angels, holy spirits, and legions of petitioners to slaughter.

Even in the long history of Helka, there has never been such an exaggerated and grand war.

The floating city Silvertop in the star realm is very large, like a piece of land suspended in the void, but when the eighteen true gods descend, it also seems very small.

These true gods actually have no experience in large-scale military operations, especially large-scale military operations of extraordinary beings.

Even orderly scheduling is not possible, but there is no need for scheduling.

They took themselves as the core and led countless legions of petitioners, advancing towards the center like a bulldozer.

Everything that stood in the way was pushed aside.

Even if the Arcane Tower gathered its forces and tried its best to defend, it was still as fragile as a bean sprout under their attack.

Arcane towers were either crushed, uprooted, shrouded in darkness, their lives extinguished, or shone with light, like sharp arrows, riddled with holes...

Every god has his own methods, and even if the Arcane Tower has the full supply of magic power from the Core of Nesser, their defense has a limit.

Once the defense limit is exceeded, it will be destroyed in various ways.

From the sky, the eighteen incarnations of the gods, each leading their armies, were heading towards the center of the floating continent.

As long as they can reach the Hall of Mystery, it will mean the end of this war between gods.

It was not until all the great arcanists of the Hall of Mysteries were mobilized and started to work with clear division of labor that they were able to barely form an effective containment.

First, the floating city’s most powerful means of warfare, various destructive war magics, appeared one after another.

When the magic power gathers to a certain amount and flows at an extremely high speed, it forms a magic blade, which is enough to tear everything apart.

Even including divine power and rules!

When the number of these magic blades reaches a certain level and forms a violent cyclone, it is enough to strangle all enemies in the area.

This is the destructive-level wind magic, Blade Burst!

When this magic takes shape, even demigod angels or powerful heroic spirits will be unable to resist the violent force sweeping across them.

As long as you are caught in the cyclone, no matter how strong your defense is, you will be crushed into flesh and blood.

Until the storm god Ptolemy rushed out, he transformed himself into an equally terrifying storm, but it rotated counterclockwise.

The wind blade mixed with divine power is no less powerful than the magic blade.

When the two huge cyclones intersected in mid-air, there were sparks and lightning all the way.

The rolling dark clouds gathered again, but did not expand further. Instead, they condensed together darkly.

Crackling,

Boom boom boom...

Silver lightning covered the dark clouds, and finally exploded into lightning beams tens of meters thick, winding across the area, and nothing could stop it.

This is a destructive-level war magic, thunderstorm!

It is a variant of "Thunderstorm". It does not have such a large range and the attack frequency is also low, but the power of the lightning beam is quite exaggerated.

If you touch it, you will die, and if you get close to it, you will be injured. You have no power to resist at all.

Moreover, it has inherited the ability of Thunderstorm to decompose souls. If it cannot escape in the first time, the six-winged angel will also perish.

And the person who met it was Quetzalcoatl.

This person's control over space has reached an incredible level. His divine power vibrates, folding the space one by one.

Then, he threw it in front of the lightning beam, and it actually formed a accommodating space to gather the lightning.

He could even guide the lightning beam to change its direction and directly hit the arcane towers along the way, sweeping away a large area with ease.

There is also the war magic that has been used several times, Apocalypse!

The arcane tower floating in the air kept spinning, and the perfect magic crystal on the top of the tower began to gather magic energy unscrupulously.

The high degree of unity between mental power and magic power formed a resonance, and the blue-white light beam turned into a destructive high-energy laser, which was continuously fired at a frequency of 30 seconds.

This is a true single-target attack, and although it doesn't cause much damage, once you're targeted by it, it's almost impossible to escape.

In a short period of time, several demigod heroes died, and the incarnations of the gods who saw it were heartbroken.

Even if one has a deep foundation, demigod-level combat power is not something that can be obtained just by wanting it.

Finally, it was Epimetheus, the god of the sea, who stood up.

This powerful eight-armed Naga controlled the water flow to form high-speed rotating mirrors, and then used the extra few seconds of prediction from the divine prophecy to enable precise interception.

At the beginning, He still launched high-energy auroras into the star realm to stir up chaos.

But after trying several times and mastering the technique, he tried to deflect the attack and rebound it towards the Arcane Tower.

This is actually not easy, because the Grand Archmage can also adjust the resonance frequency to increase or decrease the power, thereby destroying the water mirror.

But just once, an accidental occasion, the ocean god Epimetheus failed to control it well, and the rays fell to the earth.

Then, a bottomless pit appeared, even damaging the floating ring of the foundation.

From then on, the great archmages were very cautious in their manipulation.

There is also a destructive-level war magic, the Sun Blazing!

This was not included in the information provided by Loy, and was something the Helka gods had never encountered. It should be the latest war magic developed by the Arcane Council in the past hundred years.

The principle is to compress and burn magic power through light magic, thereby emitting a beam of light that continuously strikes.

In terms of speed, it is not as good as the blue-white laser of "Apocalypse", but in terms of destructive power, it is even better.

Once it penetrates the target, it can continue to destroy the internal structure, which is a fatal blow to any living thing.

This magic fell directly on the head of the God of Shadows.

This dark side of light, close friend of the Sun God, was almost vaporized.

Although he decisively cut off part of the body and hid in the shadows to escape death, his combat power was greatly reduced.

As for the war magic that ignited the Beast God's clone and killed the Golden Behemoth, Xinyan, it fell directly on the heroic warrior of the Sun God.

However, at this moment, the Sun God also showed his power and arrogance.

He did not dodge or defend himself, but allowed the fire to set him on fire.

A raging fire instantly ignited on the heroic warrior's body. Different from the scorching heat of the sun's power, it seemed to be able to quickly burn all kinds of energy.

However, the heroic warrior didn't care at all, brandishing the holy sword in his hand and still charging into the front line.

That’s right, the firewood flame is powerful, burning energy endlessly.

But this kind of burning and consumption also has an upper limit.

Just like the dragon-shaped mecha of the ancient red dragon Virgil, it is equipped with a miniature magic reactor. Unless the instantaneous output power is too large, it can be used and drawn at the same time, and the battery life can be endless.

The Sun God relied on his own powerful divine power and fast replenishment, and did not care about the consumption of firewood at all.

Instead, He regarded this as an extra powerful magical blessing, igniting all enemies He encountered.

The splashing divine power is like dense rays, with the speed of light. After falling, it can directly ignite firewood, and the attack power is off the charts.

Even an iron golem cannot last more than three seconds before its magic power is exhausted and it loses its vitality.

Most importantly, this kind of fire can also harm the soul. Even a partial soul projection of the arcanist will be burned to ashes.

This wasn't simply damage to the golems, but mental damage. They woke up one by one from the projection cabin, all holding their heads and howling.

It should be said that the floating city running at full power is very terrifying, and various destructive war magics have caused a certain degree of obstruction.

But there are eighteen clones of God. Some of them are forced to slow down their pace, but the rest can still advance at full speed.

At this moment, in a magnificent temple, the sculptures of the Seven Gods stood in front like giants.

They are led by the magic goddess Mystra, and stand on the left and right. Although their postures are different, their heads are slightly lowered, as if they are looking at the believers.

And below the statue, there were seven people kneeling, all wearing bright red robes, holding various holy scriptures in their hands, praying devoutly.

A faint divine power emanated from them, connecting with the statues. Then a terrifying will descended and permeated the hall.

However, although they cast their glances, the seven of them were obviously hesitant and did not take the next step for a long time.

This made the three great archmages who came here very angry.

The twelfth seat of the Arcane Council was a man of bad temper. He jumped up and yelled, "Are you guys trying to back down? Back down?

But is there any room for you to retreat now?"

“Don’t forget, we signed the Styx Contract.

Prior to this, the Silvertop had faithfully fulfilled its promise, spared no effort in supporting your faith experiments, and protected believers in the war.

Now, it’s your turn to contribute!”

"I know you have ways to avoid contract damage, but please remember that Netheril is a great wizard and a god who rules together.

If we go back, even one of us will declare your cowardice and cowardice to all the arcanists.

You guys just wait and see, when there's a new floating city for astral navigation and plane expeditions, will they still choose you seven?"

"A good reputation is not easy to build, but it is certainly quite easy to destroy."

This was a naked threat. The powerful divine power suddenly pressed down, making it difficult for the three great arcanists to breathe.

A majestic yet extremely melodious female voice rang out: "We have each lost a divine projection, and the cause remains inexplicable and unresolved.

You haven't given us an explanation yet?!"

"Does that matter? Does it really matter?"

The tenth seat of the Arcane Council spoke, his voice steady and persuasive: "Since you have lost one divine projection, you will not care about losing another divine clone.

As long as you take over this prime material plane, you will gain more. The Silver Dome Arcane Council can guarantee it!"

"But all of this is based on the assumption that you can ultimately win. Can you really do that?"

"Not you, but us, the Arcane Council and the Seven!"

The Eleventh Seat finally spoke, and he said in extremely strange words: "The Great Lord of Mysteries, the Practitioner of Truth, is already preparing the final plan.

You should know the final plan, as long as it succeeds, everything will be over."

As soon as these words were spoken, the temple fell silent, as if even the wills of the seven gods had stopped on the spot.

"Are you guys telling the truth?"

“Great Lady of Magic, with your divine power, you should be able to easily determine the truthfulness of our words.

Furthermore, you should believe that compared to the gods, we are more afraid of death and would never actively seek death!"

These words finally moved the Seven Gods.

The seven wills communicated in the void and finally reached a tacit understanding. Then, the vast divine power descended and fell on the seven popes.

With the Pope as the coordinate and the Pantheon of the highest dimension as a springboard, seven rays of divine light crossed the unreachable distance and descended at the fastest speed.

Then, seven more stars fell from the chaotic starry sky, dragging brilliant tails of flames as they crashed into the battlefield.

A dazzling divine light filled the air, and the first to walk out was the mysterious lady, Mystra, the mother of all magic.

His incarnation is a young and beautiful human woman with long black hair and shiny skin.

He wore a robe of the finest heavy silk, dark in color, simple yet elegant in craftsmanship, and around his wrists were jeweled web bracers.

This wristband is extremely dazzling, symbolizing Mystra's rule over the magic network and is synonymous with authority.

It's common for many prime material planes to have gods of magic, but only Mystra can achieve such powerful deities.

It is because He constructed the Demon Net and is also the incarnation of the Demon Net.

Then there is Azuth, the Most High, Lord of Magic, God of Mages.

This one appeared before the world in the form of a thin wizard, holding a long, dilapidated wooden staff.

He may seem unremarkable, but his appearance makes the elements rejoice and allow them to be driven at his will.

Then there is Denel, the 'Lord of Pictures and Sculptures', the god of literature and art.

He is depicted as a refined scholar, dressed in fine clothes and with elegant manners. His ministry covers the fields of sculpture, painting, literature and writing.

Obviously, this one is not good at fighting, and mainly meets the spiritual needs of believers.

The wandering god Shanda Kor, known as the 'Wind Rider' and the 'Hand of Salvation', is an old man with a long beard and wearing a traveler's cloak.

His ministry involves travel, exploration, portals, and caravans, and his followers are mainly explorers and rangers.

His weapon is a two-handed giant sword called 'Shadow Sword', and his fighting style is both brave and strange.

Once the positioning portal is opened, He can reach any place He wants to go, and with a swing of His two-handed giant sword, He can chop off the enemy's head.

There is also the goddess of trade and wealth, Woking, who is called the 'Friend of Merchants'. She controls trade, money and wealth, and is a lady who must be worshipped for the development of trade.

However, this one is not good at fighting, and the nunchaku named "Cloud of Coins" is more of a decoration and looks a bit funny.

However, with more wealth, He can drive other great beings to help Him fight.

Miril, the god of singing, is known as the King of Song and the True Hand of Oghma. His external appearance is a bard holding a harp.

During battle, he likes to use his singing voice to charm his enemies, and weaker ones may even die from being intoxicated by the beautiful songs.

But if it is immune to the singing, He will need to kill it personally with a divine rapier called 'Sharp Tongue'.

The last one is Torm, the loyal and passionate god of justice.

He appeared before the world in the image of a holy warrior, with an extremely weathered face, as if he had experienced countless battles.

His weapon is a two-handed sword called "Bond of Duty". Being the last one to fall is not because he has the lowest status.

But all the gods believe that with such a person around, they can fight without restraint and without worrying about their backs.

His reliability is evident to all!

The arrival of these seven gods also brought with them a huge army of gods, which crossed a long distance and landed on this battlefield.

They have extremely rich experience in fighting against gods.

After landing, they immediately formed groups of three or five into small teams, and then pounced on the enemy fiercely.

As for the Seven Gods, they did not split up to meet the enemy. Instead, they formed teams of three, with the god of justice, Torm, in the middle to coordinate and provide support on both sides.

Then, they stood in the front, covering a huge area, and blocked the attack of the indigenous god Helka.

Although the indigenous gods came with great momentum, they really didn't cooperate much.

Therefore, when the attack was blocked, more and more gods gathered here, resulting in a chaotic battle.

Including the Sun God, there were nine incarnations of gods pressing forward, just to maintain the strength of the attack.

The fight between the two sides intensified, and all kinds of super-powerful magic, rule-based attacks, domain power, and powerful assaults were used one after another.

However, after going back and forth, no effective breakthrough could be achieved.

The sun god tried many times to break through the defense, but the magic goddess Mystra was also very powerful and would not give in at all.

With the Seven Gods standing in front, destructive war magic was targeting the clones of other gods, and the great arcanists cast various powerful forbidden spells from time to time, finally forming an effective block.

Although, the indigenous gods of Helka are still advancing, especially in other directions, they still remain strong.

But the speed is visibly slowing down.

This is something that neither side can accept.

At the bottom of the Hall of Mysteries, where the core of Nesser is located, His Majesty Michael, the master of the floating city, is holding a broken clay tablet and chanting a long spell.

There was nothing special about the spell, it was just really long, so long that even Michael couldn't remember it.

So, a magic book was floating in front of him, which was as thick as a palm, and he had only read one-third of it.

There was nothing special about the broken clay tablet; it didn't even emit any magical aura.

But it is this combination that makes the red light of the Naiser Core flash more and more intensely.

That feeling was like the heart beating faster and faster, more and more happily, accompanied by invisible vibrations, which seemed to pass through the floating city and radiate to the entire plane.

In another dimly lit hall, various sacrificial ceremonies were being carried out like an assembly line, and the seventh, eighth, and ninth great arcanists were undergoing emergency summons.

"Great Lord of the Broken Realm, Your Majesty the Red Shroud, the Silver Summit needs your help!

What, you don’t have time? Why would you respond to a call if you don’t have time? Get out of here! "

"The great Graz'zt, the ruler of the 45th, 46th, and 47th layers of the Abyss, the master of the Salt Lake,

We have offered sufficient sacrifices, isn't it time for you to take action?"

“King of the Ten Thousand Eyes, worshipper of the Eye Demon, great Great Mistress, the debt you owe must be paid now.

So, don't hesitate, come!

If we win, we will offer enough benefits.”

"Great Spider Queen Rose, you once promised that I could ask for your help when I needed it?

We know you're dishonest, but knowing and promoting are two different things. Do you want us to promote you across the multiverse?"

"Lord of the 74th layer of the Abyss, the Serpent God Melshak, I know this war of gods has nothing to do with you.

But are you willing to make friends with Netheril? As a good friend, we will definitely provide you with sufficient sacrifices to make you excited. "

“And there is also the king of the 88th layer of the Abyss, the lord of the saltwater swamp, the dark king Demogorgon;

The king of the 222nd floor, the Lord of Slime, Jubilex;

The king of the 348th floor, the lord of the Cold Fortress, the Soul Judge Tafen;

The king of the 489th floor, the king of the Poison Valley, the powerful Balor Tarnheim..."

Sometimes, summoning is equivalent to a transaction, but the one praying is often at a disadvantage and appears very humble.

However, at the level of Grand Arcanist, the Nestriel civilization is well-known even in the multiverse.

After all, he is the only one who dares to capture gods alive and conduct research on their bodies.

Therefore, the summoning of the great arcanists is more of an equal transaction.

I'm setting the conditions. If you're willing, come. If not, forget it.

Then, this scene appeared, like a wholesale call from a vegetable market.

However, the results are still gratifying!

After a long period of trials and tribulations, a few great beings finally sent down their clones.

One after another, portals that stretched from heaven to earth opened. Some of them shattered after opening, but the King of the Abyss also appeared on the battlefield.

Kadum, the Balrog king, walked on the lava river and led the Balrog army out first.

Abep, a giant black stone monster with six arms, climbed out of the portal with difficulty with earth-shaking steps.

He stood up straight, and the earth seemed to become small, and the chaos of the stars was within reach.

The Many-Eyed Tyrant Kapiri, the oldest of the Obyris demons, has been exiled for countless years and forgotten by the entire multiverse.

No one knew how the Silvertop knew about him, and actually summoned him out of the Well of Darkness.

Upon seeing Him, the Eye Demon Lord's Great Mistress, who had originally wanted to come over, turned around and left without saying a word, and even destroyed His altar.

Finally, there is Yeenoghu, the king of the Abyssal Gnolls who loves to join in the fun and conquer the main material plane.

He also brought his army of gnolls and ghouls across the border to kill.

(End of this chapter)