The eastern suburbs of Lanshi City.

The Purification Angel is getting crazier.

Hundreds of thousands of purification angels gathered in the sky into a huge torrent, violently washing over the Alliance of Gods in the eastern suburbs with the fierce momentum of a raging wave hitting the shore.

Even with the addition of new forces from the Dark Brotherhood and the assistance of many true artifacts, the Alliance of Gods gradually became unable to withstand this almost endless terrorist offensive.

This won't work.

Bloodmage Ackerman shouted, "The pressure on the ground is too great. We can't hold out for long. It's best to retreat underground!"

Liv sneered: "I would like to hide underground, but where can I find a hole? Do I have to dig with my hands?"

There's no use of magic in this damn place. Thinking of temporarily digging a cave deep underground on flat ground is just a dream.

A monster as big as a rolling ball, covered in thick dark blue leather and with an elephant trunk between his legs came up with an idea.

"Use corpses~~Use the corpses of these purification angels to build a defense wall!"

He is the apostle of the wild god Leihe. Although his appearance is ugly, his fighting power is extremely extraordinary.

His idea really worked.

The most common thing on the scene was the corpses of the Purification Angels, which were piled up on the ground. There were tens of thousands of them, and they were still increasing rapidly.

Enough to build a huge defensive fortification.

Such fortifications may not be strong, but they are enough to withstand the violent impact caused by the purifying angel's dive.

At the front of the team, the six-armed Tall Miller held a tall black spear staff tightly in both hands, stimulating a layer of black light shield with a diameter of more than 10 meters, bearing the greatest pressure.

He carried with him some eternal essence that he had painstakingly obtained from the abyss, and was not worried about his power being exhausted. However, the speed at which he absorbed power was too slow, and his opponent's attack was too fierce.

If he continues to consume energy at this rate, he can only hold out for twenty minutes at most.

Therefore, he immediately adopted the Wild Apostle's method and roared fiercely: "Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and pile up!"

As the apostle of the Goddess of Annihilation, the elemental projection of the Supreme Lord of the Abyss, and with the largest number of subordinates, he is already the leader of the Alliance of Gods.

As soon as he spoke, everyone started to act.

Complain while taking action.

"These purification angels look exactly the same. Is this thing man-made?"

"Bah! How can there be angels without clothes to wear? To me, they are just a bunch of beggars!"

"You know what, this angel is really good-looking, tsk tsk~~"

"At this critical moment, you still have the mind to have fun? Pull out your trunk immediately!"

Amidst the chaos, a protective wall made of massive corpses stood out of nowhere at the arena on the eastern outskirts of Bluestone City.

It is in the shape of a hollow cone, with an outer diameter of more than 70 meters, an inner cavity diameter of more than 50 meters, and a height of more than 10 meters. It is packed with about 1,100 "monsters" from the Alliance of Gods.

The monsters fought with the help of the piles of corpses around them, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

Gaomilu also breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and shouted to Cicero who was carefully protected by the soldiers: "How is the crown?!"

Cicero made no response.

He closed his eyes, held the Crown of Dawn in both hands, and sat cross-legged on the ground motionlessly.

Seeing him like this, although Gaomilu was extremely anxious, he was afraid of disturbing Cicero's thoughts, so he could only suppress his anxiety and wait patiently.

But the good times didn't last long, and the situation changed again.

The sky was dark as if a storm was approaching, and swirling clouds gradually appeared.

As the vortex of light appeared, the sky became brighter and brighter, turning the originally black clouds into milky white, revealing a strange texture similar to white jade.

Bloodmage Ackerman yelled, "There seems to be something in the clouds!"

"Looking at this, it's definitely not a good thing!"

"I have a terrible feeling."

"Isn't that nonsense?"

"I say, are you here to fight or to have fun? Why do you keep doing it?"

"Hehe~ Don't be surprised, this is the teaching of our wild god, life and death are determined by fate, so enjoy life while you can."

In the midst of a messy conversation, Gaomilu finally couldn't help but yelled, "Cicero, what's going on now?"

This time Cicero responded.

"My lord, it's the Dawn Empire's plasma cannon."

"Looking at the current situation, the cannon will fire in ten minutes at most. After the fire, the entire space-time cage will turn into a terrible sea of ​​fire, and the temperature of this fire is very high, which can evaporate steel in an instant."

These words made the monsters of the Alliance of Gods look at each other in bewilderment, with fear showing on everyone's face.

The Apostle of Pleasure Liv yelled, "What should we do then?"

Ackerman was shocked and asked, "Is the Emperor of Dawn crazy? Bluestone City is nearby, and there are hundreds of thousands of people living in the city."

Although the Blood Drinker Tzrokavid is not a kind god, he has never done such a big thing.

In addition, his original body had dealt with the Dawn Empire before and was well aware of the power of the plasma cannon.

He knew clearly that once this thing was launched, it would be useless even if he had a real artifact in his hand, because the artifact was just a tool with sophisticated functions, and it would become a dead object once its power was exhausted.

He immediately urged loudly: "Cicero, if this cannon is really fired, everyone will be finished. You'd better think of a solution quickly."

Cicero smiled slightly, picked up the crown, and slowly put it on his head: "I have found a way."

He shouted, "Everyone gather around me, now!"

Although everyone didn't know the reason, this was the only way out at the moment, so everyone immediately gathered around Cicero.

Cicero looked up at the sky and shouted: "Alice, answer my call!"

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion, everyone couldn't help but wonder, 'Who is Alice?'

The next moment, the answer appeared.

The hazy shadow of a woman suddenly appeared in front of Cicero. His facial features could not be seen clearly, but judging from her charming figure, she must be extremely beautiful.

The woman bowed slightly to Cicero: "Master Cicero, I salute you."

Cicero said, "I have already mastered the Dawnbreak Crown and obtained one third of the Dawnbreak Imperial Power. I demand to return to the Dawnbreak Palace!"

The woman nodded and said, "Lord Cicero, your request is legitimate. I will soon open a space-time passage to the Dawn Palace for you."

On the other side, Gaomilu immediately gave Cicero a threatening look and secretly made a throat-cutting gesture, the meaning was very clear:

'Take us with you, or we will die together.'

Cicero had no choice but to take a deep breath and continue, "Alice, these people around me are my loyal followers. They will return to the palace with me."

Unexpectedly, Alice asked back: "Lord Cicero, you seem to be under duress. Do you need help to relieve the threat?"

Cicero smiled bitterly in his heart. If the threat was from an ordinary strong man, he would have asked Alice for help long ago. However, those around him were the apostles of the true God from another world. Although their power was far less than that of the Dawn Empire in quantity, it was much greater in quality.

They have countless ways to bypass the protection of the Crown of Dawn and kill their own souls directly.

So, Cicero wisely denied: "No, I am free now, and all orders come from my free will. All you have to do is obey my orders, Alice!"

"Alice understands."

"Your loyal follower has been marked as a friendly unit and can travel through the time and space channel with you."

Amid some mechanical words, a pitch-black circular passage appeared among the crowd.

Cicero then explained: "Alice is the royal steward of the Dawn Empire. She was created by generations of mages who spent a lot of time and effort. As long as your status is recognized by her, you can get her loyal service."

Gao Miller had understood it long ago, because the Eternal Empire once had something similar.

This thing is essentially a powerful intelligent puppet tool. Its purpose is to assist the royal family and greatly expand the boundaries of mortals' abilities in order to better govern the empire.

Most of the time, this kind of intelligent puppet does save a lot of time and energy needed to govern the country, allowing the emperor to make fewer mistakes, but an insurance mechanism is usually set up inside it to prevent traitors of the empire, especially the emperor, from doing crazy things that would destroy the empire.

It is precisely because of this damn insurance mechanism that his original body, Antoine, has been trapped in the abyss and rarely has freedom.

Back to the present, he has a love-hate relationship with the intelligent puppet, and can't help but sigh:

"Mortals, one day they will be killed by the tools they create."

Cicero also knew why Gaomilu sighed like that, but he did not agree with him.

He shrugged, "Lord Highmiler, I believe that only mortals with powerful tools are complete and have the potential to fight against gods."

Gaomiel shook his head slowly and couldn't help but sighed: "It's impossible. Mortals can never fight against gods, because they can't create tools that exceed the limits of mortal power."

Cicero was dissatisfied: "That may not be the case."

Gao Miller snorted coldly: "The path that your Dawn Empire is taking is the path that my Eternal Empire has already taken. I am telling you clearly now that mortal hands can never pick the fruits of the gods, and they can't even see them."

Cicero was shocked and speechless.

At this time, Blood Mage Ackerman urged: "You two, now is not a good time to discuss philosophy. The light plasma cannon in the sky is about to fall, hurry up and leave."

Cicero came back to his senses and stepped into the space-time channel.

The monsters from the Alliance of Gods also followed.

To be cautious, Gao Miller did not rush in, but waited until most members of the Dark Brotherhood had entered before following them.

Just when he had half a foot stepped into the space-time tunnel, the spear of annihilation in his hand suddenly shook slightly, and the voice of the goddess of annihilation was heard.

"Gomilel, my loyal apostle, the real test has just begun. You must not let your guard down."

Gao Miller was startled: "Master, is it dangerous in the palace?"

"The space and time of the palace is shrouded in a huge fog and has fallen into the most thorough chaos. Once you enter the palace, I will not be able to contact you."

"You must remember that once you meet your destined person, the Spear of Annihilation will give you a clear reminder. What you have to do is to kill him with all your strength!"

Gao Miller was shocked and responded immediately: "Yes, Master."

(End of this chapter)