Chapter 609 Chapter 607: The Fall of God's Avatar
The War of the Gods originally referred to the war between the gods.
It includes but is not limited to the struggle between good gods and evil gods, the calculations between good gods and good gods, and the fighting between evil gods and evil gods.
However, with the development of the multiverse today, any war beyond the limits can be called a war between gods.
For example, there is the involvement of the King of the Abyss, the conspiracy of the Demon Lord, the plunder of the gods from other worlds, the pollution of ancient evil creatures, the interference of the evil gods, or the intervention of the Old Twilight...
All of these are wars between gods!
The war between the indigenous gods of Helka and the Netheril Silvertop is a standard war between gods.
Although it is still an offensive and defensive battle so far, the severity of the situation is getting worse and worse.
The two sides engaged in a large-scale, long-lasting battle around the Sacred Bonfire and the Arcane Tower, with even demigod angels and great arcanists participating.
Initially, it was actually the Arcane Council that had the upper hand.
After all, this is the floating city in the astral realm, the home of the Netherese arcanists, and the area destroyed by the falling sun is limited.
Relying on the advantage of geographical location, the arcanists overwhelmed the indigenous gods of Helka!
Even though the indigenous gods sent out their strongest divine war legions and there were more than two handfuls of demigod-level angels, they were still just barely holding on.
However, as time went on and the war dragged on, the gaps in Silvertop's logistical supplies became apparent.
The Silvertop is powerful enough, but in the final analysis, it is just a city.
There are only so many resources accumulated, and every loss of an iron golem or an unmanned aerial vehicle means one less.
On Helka's side, the eighteen indigenous gods have accumulated experience for tens of thousands of years.
The Prayer Corps in the Kingdom of God can be reborn through the Reincarnation Pool even if they die in battle.
Even if there will be consumption in the process, the number of people praying for merger is too large.
As for the consumed resources, the indigenous gods have the entire Helka world to supplement them. The productivity of the magic industry, coupled with sufficient alchemists, can fully meet the needs of the petitioners.
This situation underwent a qualitative change after the gods tried and accepted magical weapons.
This is not easy. Even after a world war, magical weapons have been widely accepted by mortals, but they cannot withstand a group of indigenous gods who are all antiques.
They are familiar with cold weapons and are accustomed to supernatural powers, so they can achieve the same effect.
In other words, the Holy War Legion trained by the Church in the Flower Territory participated in the war as a unique mortal legion and achieved rich results, which attracted the attention of the indigenous gods.
Then, after they armed the Legion of Petitioners, they found that the effect was surprisingly good.
The firepower coverage and continuous attacks of the magic heavy artillery not only caused the arcane tower's defense barrier to enter a high-energy consumption stage, but also made personnel deployment a problem.
The steel torrent of the tank, the king of land warfare, makes even the golem army seem powerless.
The golem is not a mecha, and remote mental projection control will always have problems with signal delays and limited field of view.
They are far from having the high-speed reaction and flexible attack of mechas. Overall, they are just slow-reacting iron lumps.
Their greatest advantage is their strong defense and fearlessness.
But heavy tanks are also steel monsters that weigh up to 60 tons, and their defense is only strong, not weak.
Moreover, due to design issues, the stability of the two legs is no match for tracks.
That exaggerated heavy sword is not very useful when facing the tank's main gun.
Even if the two sides came close and clashed head-on, the golem would be knocked to the ground.
The only thing missing is the magic fighter.
The first-generation machines commonly used in the Old World were far less flexible than the Constructed Knights and Unmanned Aerial Vehicles, so they became sitting ducks.
Occasionally, a few third-generation machines purchased from Xianhualing did show their power, but the number was too small and no cluster effect could be seen.
But for this part, the indigenous gods have too many powerful holy spirits and angels to make up for it, so there is no need for the magic army to resist it head-on.
In this way, the combination of the Magic Legion and the Holy Spirit Angels actually defeated the Arcane Tower of Netheril so badly that it could not even raise its head.
Often when golems and unmanned aerial vehicles are completely damaged, they can only retreat into the arcane tower and rely on the defensive force field to survive.
But the Arcane Tower is not an absolute defense!
Either the demigod angels could take action, or all the priests could gather together and pray to summon powerful divine spells to destroy the defenses of the Arcane Tower.
It feels like pulling out nails, one by one, and when these processes start to become fixed and the coordination becomes smoother, the efficiency becomes higher and higher.
This result was definitely something that even the Arcane Council had not expected.
They spread magical technology in order to disrupt Helka's magical development process, which is definitely not well-intentioned.
But when Loyi led it astray, it unexpectedly unleashed a power that even the Arcane Council took notice.
No one in this world stipulates that any path is necessarily a wrong one. What matters is that you hit the wall and find your own way.
This time, the Arcane Council couldn't bear it anymore. The boomerang pierced their body and it was really painful.
So, they were so angry that they organized a major counterattack.
They drew on several stocks and brought out an exaggerated number of golems and unmanned aerial vehicles.
Through the portals between the arcane towers, arcane mages, arcane pilots, construct knights, and colonial warriors from remote areas were gathered to the war zone.
This created a de facto advantage in military strength.
However, they concealed this part of their combat power. When it really broke out, it was the great arcanists who worked together to activate another level of destructive floating city war magic.
As strong winds swept across the earth, dark clouds covered the sky.
Driven by the power of magic, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, so thick that they seemed to be able to press down the earth.
The sky and the earth were dark, and the dull low pressure caused severe hypoxia. Even the arcanists of Netheril felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and were in panic.
Not to mention the legions of petitioners surrounding the sacred bonfire.
Under the orders of the angels, they gave up almost all offensives and instead contracted their defenses as much as possible, preparing to meet the attack from the Arcane Council.
When the dark clouds gathered and covered the sky, the lightning turned into silver snakes dancing wildly.
The rumbling explosion echoed between heaven and earth, turning into rolling thunder, roaring with the power of heaven and earth, shaking people's hearts.
You have to admit that although the roar of thousands of cannons is also very shocking, compared with the power of thunder, it lacks the deterrent power from nature.
And these thunders eventually turned into spherical lightning, rolling and killing above the dark clouds and in the chaotic star realm.
That’s right, these ball lightnings were not attacking the ordinary prayer legions below, but the legendary holy spirits and demigod angels floating in the sky.
Wherever the ball lightning passes, there will be tree branch-like lightning that can cause continuous damage from a long distance.
At the same time, it also has paralysis and delay effects, making it impossible for these holy spirits and angels to break free.
They could only watch the ball lightning roll by, and the terrifying thunder would completely turn their bodies into dust.
But this is not the scariest thing!
The most terrifying thing is that this plasma has the effect of decomposing the soul. Even if there is divine power to protect it, it will completely disintegrate under the ball lightning.
In other words, once you die, you are really dead, and the reincarnation pool has no effect.
In an instant, countless legendary holy spirits, and even demigod angels, were reduced to ashes!
This is the war magic of the Star Realm Floating City, Thunderstorm!!!
The archmages are very powerful, and each one is a leader in the Netherese civilization. In order to evaluate them, even the Civilization Council needs to conduct a comprehensive investigation.
Even with the huge size of Netheril, only a single digit of people can pass the exam each year, and each person must have a good academic paper or outstanding achievements.
But, are you saying that these great arcanists can fight against gods alone?
That's obviously a joke!
No matter how you evaluate it, gods are the strongest individual beings in the multiverse so far, and they are the epitome of the power of millions of people concentrated in one god.
But with the platform of the Star Realm Floating City and the power source of the Core of Nesser, the magic power mobilized by the twelve arcanists reached an exaggerated level.
Casting magic in this way can truly break through shackles and have the power to kill gods.
That is, at the moment when a thunderstorm forms, the dark clouds in the sky also form a unique ionosphere, which has the effect of isolating the inside and the outside.
At this moment, the ground battlefield became an isolated island, and the arcane mages hiding in the arcane tower also received orders and launched a counterattack.
They all entered coffin-like cabins, and when magic power was activated, tentacles extended and inserted into the nerves at the back of their heads.
The world was spinning for a while, and when I opened my eyes again, my vision had changed.
In the open gate, the iron golems took heavy steps, their scarlet eyes lit up, and walked out one after another.
It is worth mentioning that most of the iron golems still use old weapons, or chain saw swords that can rotate at high speed after being activated; or they hold shields that are thick and heavy and have amazing defense.
The Netheril civilization already has a way to remotely control spellcasting, and can be used as cannon fodder, so it is naturally not worth installing iron golems.
However, some golems have been modified.
A magic gun is installed on one arm, which can fire large-caliber bullets with considerable power when activated.
This was obviously a change based on war experience, but it was too short a time to become popular.
More often than not, unmanned aerial vehicles flew out of the windows.
The humming sound caused by the high-speed rotation of the fan blades was dense. Under the control of the arcane pilot, they moved forward nimbly and quickly.
From a distance, some were in groups of three or five, some were in dozens, and some were even in hundreds or thousands, showing the huge gap between arcane pilots.
In addition, there are construct knights covered in magic patterns, equipped with their own unique construct armor, which looks murderous.
There are colonial warriors standing in the void, exuding either evil aura, or strong power of hell, or abundant holy light.
Most of them had cold faces, stern eyes and expressionless expressions.
In comparison, there is a big problem on the side of the Prayer Corps.
Steel is conductive. Under such thunder, there will always be some stray thunder that penetrates the sophisticated magic pattern circuit inside the tank.
As a result, most of the magic tanks could no longer be started, and wisps of black smoke were coming out from everywhere.
Of course, there are also some tanks that can still drive and fight after being activated while maintaining the magic shield.
However, continuously maintaining the shield consumes a huge amount of magic energy reserves, which will inevitably affect the duration of the battle.
What's more, there are very few tanks in this area.
However, the Prayer Corps still built a defense system using tanks as cover.
Fortunately, the design of most magic field artillery is relatively simple. Although the paralyzing effect of lightning is still there and the gunner has to endure the pain, it does not affect the activation.
When the first artillery fire sounded, it indicated that the battle had begun!
Even though the Legion of Petitioners tried hard to maintain the situation, even though they fought bravely and fearlessly, they could only fight and retreat due to the absolute numbers.
The most important thing is that after dying in battle, their souls were trapped here, turning into wandering souls, drifting around.
The ionosphere is right there, and if it collides with it, it will be completely disintegrated and the soul will perish.
There is no doubt that all of this is part of the Arcane Council's plan, which is to completely wipe out the ground battlefield and destroy all sacred bonfires.
It can even cause the Helka gods to suffer a great loss.
The Helka gods would naturally not allow such a thing to happen.
When the war entered a stalemate, the Helka gods chose to take turns, with one god stationed on the battlefield every day.
On this day, hanging high in the sky was Amon, the god of the orcs.
This commander of hundreds of orc tribes was once one of Helka's most powerful gods, with a status comparable to that of the sun god.
However, as humans became the protagonists of the plane and the orcs fell apart, his power also faded.
But even so, when God needed to step forward, He did not hesitate much.
Then, the divine light that was hanging high in the sky suddenly fell, and the speed became faster and faster, and the divine light became stronger and stronger.
Even if there were several huge ball-shaped lightnings rolling towards them, they were all powerfully dispelled by the light of God.
Until it broke through the ionosphere and crashed into the dark clouds.
Then, a huge shock wave spread outward, sweeping up the dark clouds and creating huge waves, even shattering the lightning.
However, despite such a loud commotion, not a single sound could be heard, which perfectly illustrates what "the loudest sound is silent" means.
Only the numerous wandering souls escaped from the hole and transformed into rays of light, soaring into the sky.
roar!
A dull roar was heard, accompanied by an unbridled display of divine power.
Between heaven and earth, an extremely majestic Behemoth appeared.
He stands on the ground, with dark clouds above his head, his body covered with golden hair, and emitting brilliant divine light. The weapon in his hand is a mace covered with barbs.
"My name is Amon!"
He chanted his divine name and stepped forward. The Arcane Tower was in front of him, emitting magical light and countless magic patterns flying.
However, just by stepping down with his big feet and exerting force, it began to crack into pieces with the sound of "bang bang bang".
Some powerful high-level arcanists reacted quickly and were able to activate the portal to escape, but most people were crushed into flesh and blood in terror.
He dragged the mace forward, with powerful strength and divine light penetrating through it, gathering unparalleled power and sweeping across.
With just one strike, several arcane towers were broken in half, crushing countless arcane mages to death.
Then, keep on walking, keep on sweeping, keep on walking, keep on sweeping...
The god finally took to the stage himself, displaying his invincibility with his unmatched attacks!
Of course, the Silvertop also tried to fight back!
There are colonial warriors standing proudly in the void. After being injected with special potions, they become extremely indifferent and immune to divine power.
Then he gathered his fighting spirit and magic power and delivered a shocking blow.
However, the seemingly exaggerated fighting spirit slash was shattered by the golden divine light.
There are legendary arcane pilots controlling thousands of unmanned fighter jets, and the void forms a huge drill, spinning and moving forward at high speed.
But it was crushed directly by the mace artifact.
What really hurts is the ball lightning that falls from the sky, rolling and crackling, and then hitting you on the head.
But this Behemoth just put its hands in front of it and completely ignored the attack.
At this moment, the Orc God displayed unparalleled strength, almost crushing everything.
But at this moment, in the Hall of Mysteries, the twelve great arcanists smashed their staffs to the ground.
Time and again, the vast magical power turned into sparks flying everywhere, ripples appeared, connecting with the core of Nesser, and finally turned into terrifying magic.
An arcane tower flew up, and the perfect magic crystal on the top shone brightly. The mental power and magic power vibrated at a high speed, turning into a very destructive blue-white high-energy laser beam.
This is the destructive-level war magic, Apocalypse!
With a humming sound, the rays fell, piercing through everything and melting everything.
This blow once ignited the sun!
However, at this moment, a mirror suddenly appeared in front of the Golden Behemoth.
The mirror surface polished with divine power is extremely smooth, and there are divine patterns engraved around it. The abundant divine power strengthens this magic mirror.
The blue-white rays fell on the mirror, causing it to vibrate violently and cracks to appear, but the mirror was forcibly maintained by divine power.
Until the end, the mirror deflected slightly, and the blue-white laser was actually launched into the chaos of the starry sky, causing the chaotic sea to roll endlessly.
But there is no doubt that this attack did not cause any damage to the Golden Behemoth.
The gods will also make specific preparations.
With their previous war experience, some of the information provided by Luo Yi, and the last encounter, they would certainly find a way to break the deadlock.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
"My name is Amon!"
At this moment, the Golden Behemoth slapped his chest and laughed wildly.
But at this moment, a flame fell from the sky and landed on Him.
The next second, with a loud bang, the Golden Behemoth's huge body was completely ignited, turning into a torch that shot up into the sky.
This is another destructive-level war magic, Xinyan!
Its only function is to completely ignite all energies including divine power, magic power and fighting spirit.
The energy never stops, the burning never stops!
The trump card magic prepared by the twelve great arcanists is not one, but two.
At this moment, the Golden Behemoth let out a shrill howl, dropped his mace, and stretched out his hands to desperately slap the flames on his body.
He fell to the ground and rolled over, trying to extinguish the magic flame.
It was just unconscious destruction, leaving behind only ruins and causing huge losses.
However, for the Arcane Council, it was all worth it!
Because the roar of the Golden Behemoth became weaker and weaker, until it was dim and silent.
In the Helka plane, Amon, the orc god, lost an incarnation of the god.
This is the cruelty of the war between gods!
Even an incarnation as powerful as a god would die on the spot if he wasn't careful!
But this is just the beginning!
(End of this chapter)
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