Volume 1 Chapter 357 The Sea Tribe Returns and Fights against Wadinglan

"How did I die?"

As Aether left, Iapetus still frowned.

Rather than dying, he wanted to know who killed him as soon as possible.

"Iabertus, you deserve to die! Heaven, you deserve to die! You hypocritical bastards should not exist in this world!"

The hysterical roar pulled Aether back from his thoughts on how he would die.

In addition, there are waves attacking the ancient city of Wadinglan from all directions.

A drizzle began to fall from the sky, salty and moist, the smell of the ocean.

“Boom boom—”

The earth shook.

Endless waves came from all possible cracks, with a devastating force that made Wadinglan tremble again.

Oceanus held a trident and threw it at Iapetus from a distance.

"Idiot!"

Iabertos snorted coldly, and with only one punch, he struck with the force of the earth-shattering and the sky-shattering. His knotted muscles bulged, and he repelled all attacks.

He looked at the somewhat insane Oceanus with his eyes wide open. "Countless years of life have been spent on you lunatics! Heaven is maintaining order and peace, Hell is suppressing madness, and all living beings have paid a price for the world! In this world, everyone has the right to exist, but you lunatics who are easily dominated by emotions and bring the world to the brink of contradiction should be reborn!"

The trident was knocked away, and Iapetus' sharp words made Oceanus even more angry.

The sky was surrounded by layers of sky blue magic circles, which then split apart until the magic circles covered the entire sky of Wadinglan.

"In short, you bastards who play with power and use peace and stability as an excuse deserve to die!"

The madness aroused by Halia's words made Iabertos lose his mind.

"In the name of Oceanus, the father of the ocean, I call upon the flood of the world! I command all the water spirits belonging to the ocean in the world to attach themselves to me and obey my orders!"

"Forbidden Spell of God: Rain of Heaven of Miru!"

The magic circle in the sky suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the thunder in the sky suddenly rolled and crashed into the center of the magic circle in the dark clouds.

Along with the loud bang, all the magic circles were shattered with a sound.

A rainy night, coming.

"Squeak, squeak—"

The sound of raindrops falling was heard on the earth.

Crystal clear raindrops fell on the leaves and slid to the ground.

“Screech, screech, screech——!!!”

The sound of rain gradually grew louder.

But suddenly, time seemed to stand still.

Where the rain falls, things become unreal.

After a long time, wherever the heavy rain fell, everything slowly shattered.

When the rain stops, everything that is touched by the raindrops will be in a state of stopping.

“Damn it!”

Iabertos seemed indifferent, but he sighed heavily.

One movement is a forbidden spell.

He understood that Oceanus was determined to fight to the death.

With another cold snort, his ten-thousand-meter-tall figure soared up, and looking down, he saw the human believers staring in horror inside the protective shield of the ancient city of Wadinglan, with panic clearly revealed.

"That's true. I don't want to protect these guys."

With this thought in mind, Iapetus stretched out his right hand.

One punch, and the space shattered.

Pulling his hand out from the space, Iapetus was holding a huge purple axe.

He suddenly leaped up from mid-air, holding his battle axe horizontally, and spun suddenly.

The rain that fell from the sky all gathered around him.

"Forbidden Technique of God - Divine Martial Arts Four Styles: Sky Return!"

As Iaptos spun, more and more rain gathered towards the yellow light. Even the rain that had already fallen to the ground was sucked away by his body.

Oceanus snorted coldly and rushed towards Iapetus, having already used several divine spells to bless himself. Blue light flashed, and more and more blue magic arrays gathered in the sky.

In the distance, there is a sea tide heading towards Wacholan.

Oceanus's sacred trident seemed to have a soul, circling in the sky and stabbing towards Iapetus from the air on its own.

"Forbidden Technique of God, Divine Martial Style, Earth-Splitting Air-Shaking Attack!"

The rain stopped falling on the sky, and Iapetus stood in the air, just observing the surrounding environment without waiting at all.

He raised the giant axe and smashed the trident with one punch. The giant axe was thrown into the air and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the ground cracked and the mountains collapsed.

But there are also huge peaks rising up, thousands of feet high.

The giant axe burst out from the center of the thousand-foot-high peak, and the peak broke into pieces. However, the fallen rocks did not fall to the ground, but rushed towards Oceanus!

The smoke and dust in the sky completely enveloped the battle between the two Titans.

Apart from the rumbling sounds and the occasional roar of violent waves, the people in the ancient city of Nawadinglan had no idea what was happening in the sky.

These believers who believed in God and were willing to sacrifice their lives for God were at a loss as to what to do.

They could only stare at the sky with eyes full of fear or worship, not knowing how much Iapetus had paid to protect them. In fact, they still thought that it was the god they believed in who was protecting them.

......

far away place.

The army of God's Grace is marching forward.

The chariots built with dwarven technology rolled through the forest, causing the trees to fall down. When they encountered high mountains, the chariots reflected the golden and iron light under the magic lamps lit during the march.

In the sky, huge magic ships flew by, dragons soared, and there were also monsters with ferocious eyes running fast.

The mighty army marches forward, but the land is roaring with dissatisfaction at the world.

After this huge movement, only faint shouts could be heard under the red moon covered by dust.

"Hurry up! The greatest goblin slaves in the world are about to bring back an unprecedented victory for their cruel masters! The glory of the ancient times has returned, and we will once again achieve the feat of killing gods as slaves!"

The chief of the Offa tribe, Bobo, was flying a humanoid puppet with twelve pairs of wings that looked super powerful. He was shouting at the top of his lungs, and veins bulged on his green neck, showing his excitement.

"Let's get started! You lazy, useless, stupid dwarves! You've taken so long to start working. You've disgraced the glory of the ancient dwarves. Only by killing the gods can you redeem your lost face!"

The puppet giant driven by Dao Ge had its cockpit door wide open. He was holding a magic prop that looked like a trumpet and roaring with tears streaming down his face, perhaps because he was feeling uncomfortable due to the wind.

Compared with these two unreliable guys, Cyclops-Stick is obviously more stable.

"Fight! Eat! Eat lots and lots of food!"

The big stick jumped up from the ground, with a low sound and a slight gasp.

Apparently I've exercised too much and am a little hungry.

As for those Berserkers, they were jumping around in the night sky, shouting the simple word "kill" at the top of their lungs.

At some point, the Berserkers who used to be assassins brought the tights back to the tribe, and they were deeply loved by the Berserkers. Now the Berserkers all regard wearing tights as a racial trend.

So much so that, in this night with occasional faint firelight, you can see the muscular berserkers' muscular bodies.

"Little rabbits, night has fallen, the moon goddess is calling, the time of killing has come!"

"We are not fighting a war, noble elf, we are only ending it."

"There is only one way in war, you die and I live. Remember, this is the belief of the crocodile people."

"..."

The demihumans were cheering loudly, constantly encouraging themselves.

They could feel that they were getting closer and closer to Kawaramachiran.

The sky ahead seemed to be covered with dark clouds, but there was a faint arc of light flashing in the darkness. The air became more and more oppressive, and the sense of oppression from the blood became more and more intense. The demihumans realized something - this was a battle that their ancestors had faced before.

They once again regained their ancient glory.

And those human believers who were not used to long distances because of the slow march, sitting on flying boats, or those who needed to rely on the power of magic to meet the marching standards, were all sweating profusely.

To them, gods are beliefs and unattainable existences.

But they had a premonition in their hearts that their faith would be broken tonight.

In the sky behind the army, a huge object was still emitting light, and the bright light inside drew a long tail in the night sky.

The tears of the ancient Titan left traces that should not have been there.

Lynch brought the goddesses and the little guys, either standing or sitting on the edge of the sky garden, looking at the Wadinglan from afar.

Tonight, the sky garden has no protective cover and the wind is howling.

Lynch's white hair fluttered wildly backwards in the night sky, and his khaki robe roared angrily under the whip of the wind.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Hestia, his voice muffled by the strong wind.

"As you thought, Oceanus became a sacrifice of the sea tribe."