Chapter 482: Final Battle (Part 2)

It is a dormant power that comes from Maelim's true self and is a power of extremely high status.

Because the rules corresponding to the external Maelim entity are truly complete, even if they are used in this world with incomplete rules, they can cause obvious level suppression to the power of the constructed network.

That is why the Speaker was so surprised when he saw that Avis relied on a strange power to resist the Eternal Sleep Ball that he had condensed with all his strength.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter..."

After a moment of surprise, the Speaker came to his senses and shook his head indifferently.

With Maelim's power, this kind of attack that relies purely on the ordinary power of rules piled up in huge numbers has basically no effect on him.

And, at this point, he actually no longer needed to continue fighting.

"Do you feel it? The great power from the master of dreams!"

With a hint of contempt and pity in his eyes, the Speaker looked at Anvis with disdain, and then completely ignored him.

In fact, at this time, Avis could also feel the abnormal changes in the environment.

The strange dormant snow in the sky grew larger, and the surface of each snowflake began to emit a strange luster like starlight.

The stars in the night sky transformed into dark yellow eyeballs and also began to emit a strange and ominous glow.

They were restless, flickering, and trembling, drawing crazy spiral arcs in the night sky. It was as if some huge monster was hiding behind the dark sky and silently watching the world.

The music from deep space became stranger and clearer. It was a melody composed of the sound of evil bells and black and white harp, which made the listeners instinctively want to fall asleep.

The sky began to distort, and countless shadows of dream predators, dragging black tentacles, circled and danced wantonly in the night sky.

Even the silver-purple moons that had never changed began to take on an ominous dark yellow hue.

"The final moment has arrived! He is about to arrive!!"

Looking up at the changes in the night sky, the Speaker stood in the starry snow, his tone filled with a strange sense of intoxication.

Snowflakes flew through his body without any obstruction, as if the Speaker was just an illusion.

At the same time, the area of ​​the entire abnormal region began to expand on a large scale.

"Has the leader come to this point?"

On the top of an unknown mountain thousands of kilometers away, the cloaked gray fog stood side by side with the stars, gazing at the endless and distant sky.

Although the distance is far, the changes in the web of fate can intuitively reflect the situation on the battlefield.

At this moment, with the sudden change in the situation on the battlefield, the huge abnormal celestial phenomenon in the distance can be directly observed with the naked eye.

“Will he succeed?”

Looking at the various strange phenomena in the sky, a rare hint of doubt appeared in Xing Qingleng's tone.

"Destiny is unpredictable."

Gray Mist spoke with an unfathomable look on his face.

Due to the advent of Maelim's power, the breakthrough process brought to him by the construct network was terminated, and he is currently still stuck on a delicate boundary between the eighth and ninth levels.

However, this situation was not unexpected to him. As long as the speaker can break through the wall of the zenith, he will definitely be promoted to the ninth-level prophet tonight! Listening to the standard prophet tone of Gray Mist, Xing Weilan's eyes turned slightly and glanced at him.

“…I won’t be sure until the last moment.”

Feeling an invisible pressure, Gray Mist considered the difference in strength between himself and Xing, and explained.

In the entire organization, apart from the Speaker, Xing is the only one he cannot see through.

“Is that so?”

Nodding, Xing looked quietly into the distance again, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, at this moment, unlike the two of them who were waiting calmly, many high-level professionals belonging to other camps were already extremely pessimistic about the situation.

"Is there no way to stop him?!"

At this time, the web of fate was already silent. Many prophets looked at the strange scene on the battlefield that seemed like two worlds overlapping, and they were all silent in their hearts.

Maelim could not be predicted by them. In their perception, all the fate lines involving Maelim, and even the fate network of the entire battlefield area, had already appeared to be completely swallowed up by darkness.

The threads of fate representing the numerous ninth-order beings had already become silent and covered with a hazy dark yellow color long before the battlefield area became completely dark.

This can only mean one thing: the terrifying existence that is about to descend does not belong to this world, or it is extremely powerful, so powerful that it can even distort the web of fate.

Not only many high-level prophets, but also the royal families of the three kingdoms and the top leaders of the other two empires on the continent are also paying close attention to the situation on the battlefield.

No one had thought that the Speaker's plan would be so crazy. He could even use the plan to pull off this unprecedented grand summoning ceremony.

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This made them lose the best opportunity to stop the Speaker, and now it was too late to stop him by force.

“Although the gods have left, we have walked in the precious body of God, and in the mortal world, we face the darkness with the light of God. There is no need to be afraid, because we and God are one.”

After seeing the almost complete annihilation of many ninth-order warriors, the current Pope Saint Messiah III spoke calmly to the group of archbishops and made the decision to fight to the death.

"Open the Mirror of the End. This is a war for all mankind."

Similarly, Gloria III was also prepared to use the empire's true strength.

He also knew very well what the true Outer Gods meant to the world. . ….…. "Look! What is that?"

On the top of a mountain far away from the battlefield, a low-level professional from the Spark Organization pointed at the snowflakes that suddenly spread from the direction of the battlefield and spoke in surprise.

"It's snowing? But it's still summer..."

Looking at the strange heavy snow that was getting closer and closer in the distance, many professionals were also a little confused.

It was not yet Hearthfire Month (September) and there were no clouds in the clear night sky, so where did the snow come from?

"No... No! That's not snow! Run!!"

However, in the eyes of professionals above level seven who can sense the power of nature, every snowflake falling from the sky contains a terrifying aura that makes people shudder with fear.

While sounding the highest level of alarm, their main bodies had already used various secret techniques to slip away before the snowflakes arrived.

At this time, countless low- and middle-level professionals finally understood what was happening and hurriedly used various methods to escape.

But the speed at which the heavy snow in the distance spread seemed slow but was actually rapid. Except for those who actually escaped through the secret art of flying, almost all the others were covered by the snow.

As the Sleeping Snow was a force that even the Ninth Order could not contend with, these low- and middle-level creatures naturally fell to the ground in an instant.

"Gods, save us—"

But at the moment when everyone was in despair, a dark green meteor containing terrifying power fluctuations suddenly flashed across the night sky and suddenly plunged into the heavy snow.

Only those who are truly high-level can barely see the true face of that meteor.

It was a giant dragon that shone like a diamond, and between its claws, a dark green sun was emitting terrifying and thrilling magical fluctuations.

Gugu, there is one more chapter at midnight. Gugu 　　 　 (End of this chapter)